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
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
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.