After learning about this hotel during a recent ghost tour and experiencing contact with the spirit of Cecilia, I was both scared and excited. We parked the car, and I started having feelings of dread, questioning myself if I was prepared enough to stay yet another night at a haunted hotel. Walking into the palace is as if we turned the hands of time and stepped into the Victorian era. Chandeliers, vaulted ceilings and a very feminine ambiance comforted me and I somehow found my courage to proceed to our room. As we walk up the stairs "Claire's" painting greeted us, here goes nothing and all at once.
We then proceed to the room "Claire's Room" #4, I curiously look around. Its hard to believe this was once the home to many girls that were kidnapped or forced into prostitution in the late 1800's. I respectfully ask for permission to stay the night in Claire's room and we place a beautiful bouquet of purple Calla lilies on the table next to the chairs. Thinking somehow, if we are courteous and respectful we won't be harmed.
We were so excited to start roaming around and investigating the palace. We walked through the hotel common area and of course, there was a group of people at a ghost tour we had attended in the past. I felt privileged to have the whole place to ourselves during our stay, hoping for tangible evidence of what we feel here. I start recording, walking around the 3rd floor with Morgan. We venture into the remodeled building that use to be apartments in 1889. It is now part of the palace hotel, and although it is completely renovated and beautiful, there is something eerie and frightening down the stairs.
Random crawl spaces in different parts of the walls, door entry's too close to each other, and stair steps that are obviously the original ones from that era. All of these things could definitely have been contributing factors to the creepy vibe, but deep down inside, I knew something else was there. Something that was watching us and didn't want us there. Being an empath, I am very susceptible to energy. All I can say is I needed to get out of there. As I was heading back up stairs, I heard a noise that was similar to an earthquake.
But it was in the wall. I know what your thinking, well it's a hotel ;)
I know what the sound from love making is, and that my friend, was no love making! I attached the video so you can see for yourself.