This last September I stayed in the Jefferson Hotel in Jefferson, Texas. I was with two friends. This hotel is known for being quite "active."
We stayed in Room 17. Two nice double beds, one being by a closet that was unusually cold inside. Unfortunately, I got picked to sleep by the closet. Yikes! That was a very strange weekend, because by the end of it I had become quite used to all the strange things that happened and just thought to myself "This place is crazy!" It was like being in the twilight zone.
One friend's purse was missing when we came back to our room after dinner, and we found it way under the bed. The bathroom door was slammed on me when I went into the bathroom in the lobby alone. No one else in there. It has an entry room, then another room with a mirror, and then a small cramped bathroom that you had to step up to get into. When I turned on the light and stepped up and turned around to close the door, it slammed on me and jammed my elbow, which was sore the rest of the night. I opened the door and looked around and there was no one there. Knocks on the walls, our styrofoam cooler moved from near the bathroom door to right between the foot of our beds. You could hear the slushing of melting ice against the styrofoam, just after we had shut the lights off and were settling in for the night (around 3 a.m.). We turned on the light and saw the cooler sitting there, with its' lid halfway off. We pushed it back and shut the light off again. We were *so* tired because we'd been kept up til 4 a.m. the night before with all the strange things happening. Fifteen minutes after shutting off the light, we hear a man's loud scream. I didn't sleep after that.
The following morning, guests were out in the hallways (it's a very old and informal hotel) talking about their experiences from the night before.
At one point during the first night there was the smell of stinky feet next to me in the bed. It got stronger and stronger. I finally went and got some air freshener from downstairs to spray it! No... it wasn't my feet! The hotel staff leaves at around 8 p.m. and locks the guests in for the night, with a code to get in if they want.
The second time I went there, this March, nothing. Just a few scratches on the wall. My friend said she was awakened by the headboard banging and thought it was me playing a joke on her, but I was already gone out to eat breakfast, so she got up and went looking for me.
CG