The New Moon Spa is located in the basement of the hotel, so we walked down the stairs and into their offices. The frazzled woman behind the desk explained that they had no openings that day. As I stood there listening to her, I was getting a little dizzy. The room seemed to be swirling. It had been an exhausting drive from the Dallas area. We had been in the car eight hours. I didn’t feel like standing around trying to figure out another time for an appointment, so we went back to the hotel lobby.

Upstairs, the air seemed more fresh, and I perked up a bit. There is an art gallery located in the lobby of the hotel. A sculpture and some blown glass were beckoning me to visit, so my husband and I entered the shop to explore. We “ooohed” and “aaaahhhed” over all of the exquisite works by nationally known artists. But, as I talked to the clerk at the checkout counter, I began feeling light headed again. We decided it would be best to rest in the room for awhile before the tour. I didn’t want to miss it.

I decided to relax on the veranda outside our room to enjoy the view. After a few minutes, the hotel cat came prancing up the stairs. Though she seemed quite friendly, and seemed to want attention, she wouldn’t stay to let me pet her. Instead, she scampered on to the room two doors down. She rubbed all over the door, dancing around and arching her back as if she were being stroked…then went on her way. It seemed like strange behavior. But, it was a cat. Cats are strange.

When 7:00 rolled around, we lined up for our ghost tour. Our tour guide led us first to the basement outside of the New Moon Spa. The man related to us that this area was one of high energy and a lot of paranormal activity. In this part of the hotel, when it had been a cancer hospital, many people had been operated upon and died. This basement is where Dr. Norman Baker and his colleagues performed gruesome experimental surgery…and then autopsies on the victims. Supposedly, when renovations were done on the hotel several years back, workmen found human bones cemented into the walls.

As our guide droned on (and on and on and on), I was feeling dizzy and overheated. I needed to sit down. Just then, a young girl near me slumped into a faint. It seems she had been standing with her knees locked (which can cause you to faint). But, then our guide also told us that when that paranormal activity occurs (OK, when a ghost comes near you), it can cause fainting, dizziness, or the sensation of feeling extremely cold or hot! The hairs on the back of my neck began to stand at attention. Especially so when he explained that another area of high energy was in the gallery upstairs (where I had been feeling dizzy earlier in the day!).

I won’t spoil the tour for you by telling you ALL about it. We got the opportunity to explore the basement areas that were normally off limits and to take pictures hoping for orbs (bright lights) or images of ghosts. Then, we went upstairs. We traveled through different parts of the building hearing many different tales of ghostly encounters. We took lots of pictures. Do you see any orbs? I don’t.

In life, Michael was an Irish lad who worked on the construction of the hotel. He was reportedly a good humored young man, who was quite a practical joker. He loved to scandalize the ladies by flirting with them and flexing his muscles for them in his sleeveless undershirts (this was the Victorian era, and he made many a woman blush with his antics). Tragically, Michael slipped while working one day and fell through several floors of scaffolding. He died on what would later become Room 218.

Now, Michael haunts that room. He plays a myriad of mischievous tricks and makes banging noises in the walls and in the halls. I had to wonder if Michael’s presence was why the hotel cat was attracted to the room. Was she being petted by a ghost?

Though the tour that night took us through several other halls with interesting stories, Michael stuck in my mind. Perhaps because there is a statue of him in the lobby….or perhaps because he was two doors down from us. I lay awake half the night hoping to hear banging in the walls or the sound of a ghost gurney being wheeled down the hall (another common occurence). But, there were no peeps out of any ghosts.

The next morning, as I drank coffee on the veranda, the guest in room 218 came out on the balcony, too. I couldn’t resist calling out (in my fake Irish accent), “So, Darlin’, did you see Michael last night?”

He laughed and sauntered over with his coffee. Here’s the story he told me:

Oh, yes, I had felt that dizziness when we arrived. But, I have to remember that I have a vivid imagination, I’m old and tired, and I’m experiencing the “change of life.” Any of those could have caused me to feel dizzy and hot!

Are there ghosts in that hotel? Check it out for yourself and see what YOU think.