A couple of years ago, my boyfriend, my two daughters, his
daughter, and I went on vacation. We had been in Southern
California and decided to drive to Las Vegas. We left
fairly late on a Friday evening and got stuck in the awful
traffic headed to Las Vegas. We decided that we were too
tired to continue on to Las Vegas that night, and so
decided to find a motel and start early the next morning.
We pulled into Baker, California and found a motel right
off the freeway. It looked pretty run down, so we
continued on through town to find a better one. All of the
others had no vacancy, so we headed back to the first one.
As we drove up towards our rooms, my oldest daughter, who
was 16 at the time, made a comment to the effect that it
would be our luck if we got room #13 (we didn't). I passed
it off as a reaction to the run-down look to the place.
My boyfriend and I took one room and the girls had the room
next door. We helped the girls carry all their stuff into
their room. My boyfriend's daughter had been asleep in the
car, and she never really woke up at all, just crawled into
bed and went right to sleep. I got my girls settled and
then went to my room.
Immediately upon walking into my room, I felt like there
was something in there, especially around the
vanity/bathroom area. As I stood at the sink, I felt like
there was someone right behind me, and I kept looking over
my shoulder. Of course, no one was there. I hurried up
and brushed my teeth etc. because I really didn't feel
comfortable in that area at all.
After I had been lying in bed, reading for awhile, my
youngest daughter, who was 7 at the time, called
me...begging to stay with me. She was feeling
uncomfortable, and couldn't sleep. I went over there to
try to get her settled down. I noticed that her room felt
really creepy as well...as if someone was standing right
there. The other two girls were asleep, and after
unsuccessfully trying to get my little one to go back to
bed, I brought her to my room with me. She refused to
sleep in the other bed, which I thought was kind of odd
because she'd never really been one of those kids who was
afraid of the dark, or needed to sleep with me all the
time. But she just absolutely couldn't/wouldn't do it.
I was just dozing off to sleep when the phone rang again.
It was my other daughter. She was asking if she could come
sleep in our room. (A 16 year old wants to sleep with her
mom?) She told me she had been awakened by someone
violently shaking the foot of bed, as if someone had been
leaning over the foot of her bed with both hands on it,
bouncing it up and down as hard as they could. She was
pretty freaked out about it, which I thought was kind of
weird because we had lived in a haunted house for 3 years
and she had never once complained about it even though she
had had numerous experiences.
It was quite the uproar for awhile, because she refused to
stay there, but I wouldn't let her abandon my step-
daughter. We finally convinced my youngest to go back to
sleep with her sister to "protect" her. There were no
further incidents that night, although both rooms continued
to have that "creepy" feel to them...even in the broad
daylight of morning. I couldn't even take a shower without
feeling like I had to keep looking out to see if someone
was there, because it sure felt like it.
The funny thing was that neither my boyfriend or his
daughter ever felt the least little bit of uneasiness
there. But the other 3 of us sure didn't forget that trip!
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