Sunday Morning Ghost Story. Part I - Democratic Underground

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Sun Dec-27-09 10:26 AM
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Sunday Morning Ghost Story. Part I

I'm not sure why I feel compelled to share this story, but I guess it will work itself out during the telling.

Back in the '80s when my travel sister and I were in our swinging single 20's, we decided not to wait until we were old ladies before we started taking trips. We'd seen a documentary of 2 octogenarian sisters who chuckled when they spoke of not really hanging out or traveling together until their husbands died. Sheesh! We didn't want to wait that long. :rofl:

So one year, we decided to go to San Francisco. I was reluctant because of immense fear of earthquakes, but an SF client at my job said, oh, you'd love it. We checked out the areas, booked an hotel room for 2 weeks, and flight. Got to the gorgeous Victorian period hotel - funny, I thought not many guests here, saw a site, settled in for the night and fell asleep.

I was awakened that night by a party going on in the lobby - our room was only a flight of stairs up - piano music, men and women laughing uproariously, almost orgiastic sounding. And OMG, my sister slept thru it like a rock. Finally slept to be awakened by jackhammers at the stroke of dawn. Ugh! On our way out that morning, the staff was apologetic that they were undergoing upgrades. So I complained of the wild party in the middle of the night. And they gave each other looks, not surprised looks but just looks and "lied" to my face that there was no event last night. I figured they didn't want to own up to the overnight ruckus.

The party happened again that night. I was so pissed that I went to check it out as the noise buzzed in my ear. I could see the desk from the landing and the nice overnight girl just waved and asked if there was anything she could do for me. I was like, why do you have parties into the middle of the night. She looked at me strangely and said, I'm the only one down here except for another worker. So I figured it was a dream and laughed it off. Went back to sleep and woke up again and decided that I was just sick of the lies. Went back to the landing But this time, I saw the revelers. I locked eyes with a young woman sitting on the desk, surrounded by men and knew that this was a house of ill repute. And she said, "Come on down!" So I said that I just want to sleep can you keep it down? She shrugged like, "your loss."

Jackhammer, and we decided to find another hotel. Found a great one in Chinatown! Before leaving I asked the manager if the establishment was previously a whorehouse at some point, and if they had ghosts. He admitted to both but guests really didn't complained about them. Whatever, dude, I thought and :eyes:

Maybe there weren't any ghosts and maybe it was just my imagination in overdrive about the Wild West, but there is no doubt about what happened at the next hotel that changed my sister's life. Stay tuned.