Boo! Now I’m going to tell you about when I met a ghost – twice.
It happen in Belfast, while I still looking for somewhere to live, stayed at little beautiful designer hotel … not able to give out the name, because it can damage their reputation.
I always got their best available room, but one time when returning after a couple of days off at home in Brighton … all the big front rooms were taken – so they gave me one in the back on the 3rd floor.
It was a none smoking hotel, the first in town … now about 14 years ago. And when I entered the room it was stinking of smoke. So I went down to the reception and asked if they could give me another room, because of smoke.
By the reception was a couple of staff .. one of them a female chef, so soon I said smoke she disappeared. The house keeper told me that they had changed all duvets and pillows in all rooms that morning. There wasn’t any another room available so I decided to sleep with the window open. After dinner I went to bed and slept good the whole night. When I woke up in the morning the smoke was gone.
Returning in the evening the next day – the smoke met me as I came up into the corridor leading to my room – it was just like walking through a wall of smoke and when I reached my room the smoke was gone and my room didn’t smell smoke neither.
A couple of weeks later – I had a chat with one of our regular guests and he lived in Belfast and had a couple of shops over in Scotland, so he traveled with us a couple of times weekly. Very nice and handsome man with a lovely wife.
He asked me if I had found a place to live yet. When I told him that I was still looking and still on hotel … he asked where I stayed. I told him the name of the hotel and he said; that was my uncle’s house once. He died in a fire in one of the back rooms – he smoked in bed, fell to sleep and that was it.
When he said that … things started to click for me and I told him the story about the strong smell of smoke in my room and the corridor. He laughed and said that they are saying that his spirit are still in the building.
That evening when I returned to the hotel I asked them .. about the smoke and if the hotel was haunted and I told them about our guest’s story about his uncle – and they admitted that it was so, but they can’t say anything to the guests when they complain about the smoke.
So I don’t really know what to believe … but there was something about that room I stayed in and that section with the smell of smoke I walked through the following evening.
Anyhow is it a very friendly ghost and he didn’t bother me during my sleep … I think.
And I stayed at the same hotel … but never in the back room again – for at least a month longer and we never met again.
“Ghosts, like ladies, never speak till spoke to”
Richard Harris Barham
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