When I tell people that I use to be a Ghost Hunter, the first thing people tend to ask me is "what is the scariest thing you've seen or experience?" My visit to Salado, Texas comes to mind.
Friends and I (all ghost hunters) were invited to a Titantic themed dinner party at a lovely, historic home in Salado, TX. Salado is a historic town founded in 1867 located in Bell County near Killeen, TX.
I lived in Dallas at the time, so we needed a place to stay over night after the party. Whenever I travel, I seek out historic hotels and bed and breakfasts. I found on-line the perfect historic, Victorian Inn with all the upscale amenities. The Inn is located next to Salado Creek in the historic village of Salado, TX. The oldest part of the Inn dates to 1882. My bedroom was on the second floor. A gorgeous room filled with antiques and lace curtains on the windows. It appeared we were the only people staying at the Inn that night. At least we never saw any other people.
Around midnight Saturday night, we returned to the Inn after the party. It was a mild, autumn night so we sat outside on the rocking chairs on the big, Victorian wrap-around porch. We all were enjoying conversation and libations. The men smoked their cigars. Around 1:30 a.m., I was ready for bed and went up to my room. The rest of my friends stayed on the front porch. Shortly after I got into the large, antique, wooden bed the room became extremely cold. This was very odd because it was warm outside. The room became so cold, I got out of bed and turned the heat on. Soon after I got in bed, I heard heavy booted footsteps slowly walking up the wooden staircase outside my room. It sounded like a man wearing boots. I listened carefully expecting to hear a door open to the room next door. I didn't hear anything. The footsteps stopped. Minutes later, the heavy footsteps returned. This time they were louder and heavier than before. I called out my friend's name but there was no answer. Then I thought maybe someone was checking into the room next to mine but that would've been very strange because it was now around 2:30 am. Again I called out my friend's name but received no response.
Then the loud footsteps returned for a third time. This time the footsteps came right up to the outside of my bedroom door. Suddenly the chandelier hanging from the ceiling over the bed began swinging violently. It was a big chandelier, not something that would easily move by itself. It swung back and forth like a swing on a playground. I laid in bed in horror. I felt something paranormal was in my room. I was afraid it was going to harm me. I laid there watching and listening. Too scared to leave the bed, I laid perfectly still hoping it wouldn't harm me. The chandelier continued to swing violently for several minutes.
Within a few minutes my friend arrived at my room. I jumped out of bed and told him what had happened. I also asked him if he and the others had been walking around the Inn - coming up and down the stairs. He said "no." He added that he and others heard also heard someone walking around on the top floor and stairs and thought it was me. I said I hadn't left my bed. I asked him if he saw anyone else arrive at the Inn and he said no. I told him about the temperature change in the room and the chandelier moving (I pointed to it as it was still slowly swinging). I asked my friend "where is the ghost hunting equipment?" He responded "in the car." At this point both of us were too tired to go out to the car and get the equipment. Besides by now the activity had stopped. Nothing else happened that night.
The next morning at breakfast, I asked one of the staff if people ever reported experiencing unusual activity at the Inn. She became very defensive and sternly replied "the Inn is not haunted!" I've met people before who don't want to admit a place is haunted because they don't want their business to be known as a haunted site. Also for some people, it is against their religion to believe in the paranormal. However, I know what happened was real. Out of respect for the Inn owners, I don't reveal the name of the Inn.
My lesson from this visit to Salado was "never leave the ghost-hunting equipment in the car."
Photos from the Inn: