On February 25, 2012, my musical cast and I from my high school traveled to Plains, Georgia to perform for Jimmy Carter. As soon as we got to the Windsor Hotel, where we were staying, we Googled for any hauntings that could have taken place in the hotel, out of pure curiosity. Turns out, there have been several reports, and I have one story that adds to the large pile of incidents. This story is backed by four direct eyewitnesses, as well as the entire high school in the first incident.
Reading about the haunting, legend has it that a young girl was killed in one of the hotel rooms and drowned in the bathtub. The best way to draw her out is to sing her favorite song: "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star." I don't know how true the murder was, but I definitely got first-hand experience with singing that song. The coincidences are astonishing.
The first night, I found out my particular room was the haunted room, and I took it in stride. I was somewhat scared, but not entirely as I wanted to test out the myth and the truth to the haunting. But I was skeptical... with extreme prejudice.
Past 12:00 a.m., my roommates and I decided to sing the song in our room. I was giggling, and I had no idea anything was about to happen. Well, I sang the song, not once, but three times. As soon as I finished the last verse, and gave up putting the myth to rest, something happened.
I heard something. A beeping sound. Then it got louder. And louder. It turned into a full-on siren -- one that dated back 50 or so years and could blow your ears out.
The entire hotel evacuated and we all stood outside while the sirens were shut off.
Needless to say, I was freaked out. I told everyone and they couldn't believe it. Everyone was excited. I couldn't believe it. Then my principal called my roommates and me in to talk with the manager and the fire department officials. They asked me what happened, and I told them we didn't do anything. The firefighters said the alarm originated in our room, and they couldn't explain the cause of it going off.
If you think that was the scariest part, the next incident was worse. The next night, I decided to sing it again, because I was still somewhat skeptical. When I finished the song the first time, we heard a crack. Having no idea what it was, we checked everywhere, and when we pulled back the curtains, the window was cracked in half! The funny part of that is we just opened the curtains a couple minutes earlier to spy on the teachers below us on the balcony, drinking and fooling around. So we knew for a fact the window wasn't cracked in half before we sang the song.
That was the last time I sang the song in the hotel room. And that was the day I finally believed in ghosts.
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Reading about the haunting, legend has it that a young girl was killed in one of the hotel rooms and drowned in the bathtub. The best way to draw her out is to sing her favorite song: "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star." I don't know how true the murder was, but I definitely got first-hand experience with singing that song. The coincidences are astonishing.
The first night, I found out my particular room was the haunted room, and I took it in stride. I was somewhat scared, but not entirely as I wanted to test out the myth and the truth to the haunting. But I was skeptical... with extreme prejudice.
Past 12:00 a.m., my roommates and I decided to sing the song in our room. I was giggling, and I had no idea anything was about to happen. Well, I sang the song, not once, but three times. As soon as I finished the last verse, and gave up putting the myth to rest, something happened.
I heard something. A beeping sound. Then it got louder. And louder. It turned into a full-on siren -- one that dated back 50 or so years and could blow your ears out.
The entire hotel evacuated and we all stood outside while the sirens were shut off.
Needless to say, I was freaked out. I told everyone and they couldn't believe it. Everyone was excited. I couldn't believe it. Then my principal called my roommates and me in to talk with the manager and the fire department officials. They asked me what happened, and I told them we didn't do anything. The firefighters said the alarm originated in our room, and they couldn't explain the cause of it going off.
If you think that was the scariest part, the next incident was worse. The next night, I decided to sing it again, because I was still somewhat skeptical. When I finished the song the first time, we heard a crack. Having no idea what it was, we checked everywhere, and when we pulled back the curtains, the window was cracked in half! The funny part of that is we just opened the curtains a couple minutes earlier to spy on the teachers below us on the balcony, drinking and fooling around. So we knew for a fact the window wasn't cracked in half before we sang the song.
That was the last time I sang the song in the hotel room. And that was the day I finally believed in ghosts.
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