Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Saturday, November 8, 2014
To say that I had been excited about my upcoming trip to Jefferson
would have been an understatement. Oftentimes, when we build something up so big in
our minds, we are setting ourselves up for disappointment—luckily, that wasn’t
the case here. I’m thrilled to report that this picturesque little town was even
more than I imagined it would be. Texas
The B&B that we stayed in was AMAZING. I could ramble on for hours about the house itself and about the owners who went way above and beyond to make all of their guest feel like family, but I suspect you visited my blog to hear about the ghosts, so let’s get to it.
Jefferson haunted? You
In my opinion, the answer is yes, Yes, and YES.
Many of the locals enjoy talking about the towns ghosts. As much as I love hearing these stories I always want to “experience” it myself and experience it I did. My first encounter happened the very first night at the B&B we were staying at.
We arrived on Thursday and as luck would have it, we were the only guest that were staying there that night. The owners sleep in quarters out behind the main house so my husband and I were told that we had free reign of the house. *Insert happy dance here*
As much as I wanted to do a formal investigation of the house, the trip had worn me out. After walking around a bit and taking a few pictures, we went to bed in our upstairs room sometime around midnight. After being asleep for a short time, I woke to the sound of someone walking up and down the hallway just outside my room. After listening to it for a few minutes my curiosity got the best of me. I got up and walked to my bedroom door. Opening it as quietly as I could, I peered out into the hall. The noise abruptly stopped. I went out into the hall to look around and I noticed that my feet made the same creaking noise on the hardwood floors that I’d heard earlier. Not seeing or now hearing anything out of the ordinary, I returned to my room and went back to bed.
Shortly after, I once again heard the pacing. Instead of getting up this time, I stayed in bed and listened. After about fifteen minutes, the house fell silent. I went back to sleep only to be awakened a short time later to the sound of tapping on the wall, this too stopped after about ten or fifteen minutes. With the room now quiet I went back to sleep.
A few hours later, I woke to the sound of what sounded like someone rolling a marble back and forth across the hardwood floor. It seemed as though the noise was coming from our private bathroom. With the sunlight now coming in through the window, I got up and made my way to the bathroom. The minute I opened the door the sound of the rolling marble stopped. Even though I was certain the sound had been coming from the bathroom, I opened the door leading into the hallway. Once again, no one was there.
After getting dressed, I went downstairs and told the homeowner about the noises I’d heard in the night. She assured me that my husband and I had been the only people in the house. I had no reason to disbelieve her. I’m sure we were the only “people” in the house, but I’m also convinced we weren’t alone.
Stay tuned for Ghosts of Jefferson Part 2