I was at work. I just got home and will make another post in an hour or so. Let me eat something and take a shower.

I'm going to try and finish my part of this thread tonight. Hang on folks, the rest is on the way.

Hi welcome back! BTW I never thanked you for the breakfast the other morning. It was not the Champagne Brunch that sleeper mentions in a few posts up, but you know still and all the company could not be beat. I will look forward to continuing later myself.

For now I am off to check on the Portobello, organic spinach, Chicken and Mozzarella lasagna smelling so good.

Wish you could join us.

Folks mrwupy is an exceptional human being that I would not doubt could be anything he chose to be in this life. He has walked with the Angels and listened to the essence of God throughout all time and eternity.

He really does deserve the utmost respect for his talents, abilities and intelligence.

mrwupy remember the last morning as we said our good byes? I was lmaoroahbsnortingalmao. (IMHO)

OK, sorry I took so long folks, I'll try to finish my contribution to this thread tonight.

I'm going to start this round of pictures with the one Antar has been waiting for. She described it a few posts earlier.




Now I realize we're not proving anything so far. To be honest, that isn't our goal. Our goal is to share a fun filled night we had with other members of the board.

Let's move on to the basement, shall we?

Many people didn't make it this far. When it came time to explore the really spooky places they said to hell with that and went home, or more likely out to get a stiff drink. Who could blame them, Just looking down the hallway was enough to make me claustrophobic.




Still, Antar and I hung in there and made it to the very back. This was the area where most of the really creepy stuff took place. According to the guide this is one of the original autopsy tables from way back in the day.




These days it's used by the maintenance men as a lunch table and apparently where to toss odds and ends.

Most people who made it this far were having a good time. Little did we know something seriously spooky was about to take place. I can't explain it, I don't know if it can be explained. I'm saving that story for my next post and round of pictures.

In the meantime I'll close this post with the following.

Did this lady realize the sheer danger she was in? Look above her, It's another killer dust bunny, or could it be a disembodied spirit?




I'll let you be the judge.




I'll be back with a final round of pic's in about an hour.

Love and light,

Do You see the face in the orb? I most certainly do. I get the impression that it is 'him'...

Good job guys! Man, I really need to make a real-life friend on ATS so I can get into these kind of shenanigans!

Super awesome job MrWupy and Antar! Great piece of investigative journalism and with lotsa PICS. Its refreshing to see some firsthand accounts of what transpired with narration to the images. Love it.

Cant wait to see more pics from the trip. Keep em coming gang.

Originally posted by sleeper
it even snowed a little that Sunday morning.

Yeppers, as I was leaving town on Sunday morning the snow was coming down.

Were you at the convention Sleeper? I'm trying to put together a thread on it but so far it's turning out ugly. Even worse than the podcast I made about the convention last year.

I need to give up reporting and go back to pure creative writing. I'm just not cut out to be an inky wretch.

Antar and I were sitting right by Linda Moulton Howe during the convention. I could have put her in a headlock and given her a noogie. Thats how close we were.

I can thank Antar for that, the seat snatcher of the world.

Originally posted by antar
Sometime in the past couple of years they removed the rocking chairs as they became a total nuisance to the Hotel guests and the lobby received calls all night long from tired guests requesting that the creaking, non stop rocking chairs be removed from the rooms.

Oh Kay, i'm hooked.

Star + Flagged

when i was a child, me and my father would take trip's to my grandmother and grandfathers house and there was an eternialy rocking chain on the porch. i believe my great-grandmother's spirit was the one rocking the chair.

my earliest recognizable memory is sitting on the stairs, i hear a creaking noise and look behind me, nan is sitting in the chair like she used to and i think nothing of it but turn back to watch the waves forming on the lake, then i remember that a year ago nan "went to heaven" and look back to the chair, she's not their and i start to cry.

Thanks mrwupy, I agree that it was a most interesting experience. We did leave the Crescent and head straight for the Lone Star Bar to rub elbows with the guests and speakers back at the convention.

I have to say something about little Sarah.

You see the Dr. would encourage his Nursing staff to bring their children to work from time to time to show the outside world a much more kid friendly picture of the Baker Cancer Cure Hospital.

One such little girl of about 3 or 4 years old was named Sarah.
One day Sarah was hanging out far above the ground level at the entrance to the tunnel on the 3rd floor landing.

There is a square area of about a 10x10 space which rises up surrounded by a deep rich wooden handrail. At the point in the tour before going into the tunnel where it is said that there was a collapse, is a waiting type area with bathrooms at one end.

We were told that one fateful day Sarah had been calling her Mother and leaned over the top floor railing too far and fell to her death. It is often reported by Hotel guests Sarah will clasp onto the legs of men who enter the bathroom. Men have been known to go screaming out in terror on many occasions.

Now as we were walking down the hallway or more like utility tunnel the atmosphere becomes heavy and you can really sense the path that the Dr. traveled everyday. As people slowly walk through you cannot help but sense the collapse where it is said several employees also died.

Then as you get closer to the morgue, like a shaking and frightened child your legs begin to tremble and it becomes harder to move forward knowing where the tunnel ends.

The Paranormal Lady and myself both felt like our legs would not be able to carry us, but you want out of the tunnel so you keep moving.

As we entered the morgue I realized that over half of the other guests did not follow. What was left were the few we both felt most connected to on the tour. The screaming Lady was not with us.

It was not so much fear, more a feel for the scared and hurting children that had been escorted there for examinations and death.

Again and with camera in hand I get the feeling to move on without the group. Walking into a back room filled with old antique beds and discarded furniture, I made my way instinctively to an old heavy door. Reaching for the dark rustic antique metal handle, my hand almost on the knob when it began to turn slowly in the opposite direction I was going to turn, I then quickly reached out and opened the door cautiously full well knowing nobody would be there.

Stepping up to the door frame a small built man stood with an amused look on his face, (I jumped back and screamed in my throat) he stepped through the door stopping only to give me a silent warning,"You be sure and lock that door" he said in a soft deep voice. He was dressed like an old time Mortician. mr wupy tell me what the man said because it was just after he passed that the cameras all died.

We spent another several minutes down in the morgue examining the table, talking with others and snapping some pictures, mrwupy got one of him with a saw across his neck as he leaned back on the slaughtering sink.

When the rescuers first found the morgue it is said that the walls were lined with bottles and glass jars filled with formaldehyde and floating body parts.

One more point I would like to make is that at the beginning of the tunnel was a cat lying curled up in a chair. A couple on the tour with us were freaked out about the cat and said it was batting its paws under their door the night before and at some point they must have opened the door for a minute and the cat came into their room. The cat scared them terribly for some reason.

As we were leaving the Hotel I notice an aristocaratic style picture hanging on the wall of another cat sitting on a pillow. The cat had feirce golden slanted eyes and an intense if not slightly angry look on its face. A big yellow orange tabby. It is said that he was the last resident cat who lived to be over 17 years old when he passed away.

I am tired and need to rest, but if I forgot anything not mentioned I will post. mrwupy do you recall any of the stories told about the individual rooms and their occupants? There is so much information to be shared that what you get through us is just a small portion of the actual history of the Haunted Crescent Hotel.

Originally posted by antar
mrwupy do you recall any of the stories told about the individual rooms and their occupants? There is so much information to be shared that what you get through us is just a small portion of the actual history of the Haunted Crescent Hotel.

Well, there was the room where a small, deceased boy will run into the room and jump onto the chest of who ever is in bed.

When we were told that story I remember thinking that for the rates they charge a tall, living woman had better run out and jump on mine.

It seems every room has it's stories.

It's really a fascinating hotel whether you believe in ghosts or not.

Now why did the above link to Mr Baker not mention the multipal deaths during the decade he was at the Hospital? About the experiments and the cruel oppression he caused so many? The Hotel is a most dark and foreboding place regardless of the maniac that ran it so long ago.
This will be one trip I will not soon forget.

Originally posted by mrwupy

Originally posted by sleeper
it even snowed a little that Sunday morning.

Yeppers, as I was leaving town on Sunday morning the snow was coming down.

Were you at the convention Sleeper? I'm trying to put together a thread on it but so far it's turning out ugly. Even worse than the podcast I made about the convention last year.

I need to give up reporting and go back to pure creative writing. I'm just not cut out to be an inky wretch.

Antar and I were sitting right by Linda Moulton Howe during the convention. I could have put her in a headlock and given her a noogie. Thats how close we were.

I can thank Antar for that, the seat snatcher of the world.

I didn't go to the convention. I live in KCMO and was invited to brunch with Linda since she was in the neighborhood. I was there Saturday night and Sunday only. It never occurred to me to give her a noogie.

According to that bio, Baker only had the Hotel/Hospital for 2 years prior to going to prison. Furthermore I see nothing written about all the children. Seems like something that would be included.

From what I can decipher the guy was nothing more than a huckster that injected his patients with a concoction of various garbage. It wouldn't surprise me though if his legend grew to include all sorts of horrific angles to the story.

I would think the maintenance crew would be the ones to talk to although the whole ghost thing is the draw of the hotel. I'm sure anyone that works there is instructed to really play it up. Without the doctor story and the ghosts I would expect occupancy to drop off.

Sleeper, I was in KCMO once. It was the longest 2 weeks of my life. Dreary place if you ask me. However, the song is right because the woman I was seeing turned out to be crazy.

On Edit: I was actually only there for one week, I guess it just seemed like two....or more.

[edit on 16-4-2008 by jbondo]

Originally posted by antar

I am very glad to have had the opportunity to take the tour and would love to go back and stay the night.

Now theres a thought. During the UFO convention next year we could stay at the Crescent instead of the Tall Pines. Perhaps we could even hook up a live feed to ATS which would monitor the room for the duration. I'm just not sure what kind of internet access they have. Plus we'll need a better camera.

Sounds like something to plan on....hmmmm.....