Spooky or Not

As you know from the previous post, I have started a new job at a hotel.  It is a beautiful building that not only is a hotel, it has a mall on the bottom floor and a gift shop.  The building is rich in history and murder.  I now write for the hotel blog and I want to share a few stories but I don’t want to be tagged as a GHOST hotel, even if there are quirky happenings in and around the building.

I thought I would run a few of the stories I have written for the hotel  on my blog first and see if I can get some feed back.  Main question, Is this too spooky to put on a business blog?

and now    ……  In the Hall pt1

In the hall of the mall we have several antiques, most of which, for sale.  Items like old copper pots and pans, spurs, and old ford wrenches.  Down a bit further we have larger items an old radio, lanterns, a coffin, a very old wheelchair and much more.

wheelchair

In the hall of the mall a few nights ago we had a man spot an item that intrigued him.  He saw the old wooden coffin standing upright next to the wheelchair.  He had to have the coffin.   He asked  Ms P, at the front desk, if we would take less for it.  She called me, the gentleman and I came to an agreement on price and he left with the beautiful old cherry wood casket.  Shortly after that things started to get a little strange.

Mountain Comforts owner, Elizabeth, came in the next morning telling me that Mr. Jenkins has been very active.  She has been catching glimpses of his shadow all throughout the day.   She goes on to tell me other interesting things she has seen in the past 14 plus years.  Don’t worry,  I will be passing them on to you in the coming months.

I then decide to tell her about the night we sold the coffin.  Ms P called me at home that evening.  I spoke with the man over the phone.  After our discussion, he pulls his truck around to the double doors and prepares his truck for the loading of the casket.  As we are talking, I hear what sounds like Ms. Pat falling down or dropping her receiver.  After all the banging, rattling, and scuffling I hear Ms.P say, “How Rude.”  What? I asked.   She says, “Sounds like someone picked up your extension.”

Dead silence.

  I then tell her, “Ms. P that is impossible.  I am on my cell phone and you are on the only hotel phone.”

Dead silence.

We were both a tiny bit freaked.  I told Ms. P maybe Mr. Jenkins might be a bit upset that we sold his possible resting place.

  BBBrrrr, is it cold in here?

Ruthie

Good Morning

It has been a while since I have posted and there is a good reason for that.  I started yet another job.  This one has taken the place of the other two I had.  It is one of the most rewarding jobs I have ever worked.  There are so many twists and turns mixed with a little history and the super natural that I started a blog to capture it all, not only for the hotel but for me too.  If you would like to see what I have been up to please check out http://www.cloudcrofthotelblog.com

You will see where I work and live, meet the people I work around, and get to know the antics of Mr. Jenkins.  Mr. Jenkins, that is where the super natural part kicks in. This blog is also used for running our specials because our business website is run by an administrator that is not on location.  It usually takes three weeks to get any thing done.  I figured why not run a blog and include the package specials, introduce people to our village and be in control of when and how it is done.

I hope you will enjoy visiting this new site and will continue to drop in.  Please, please let me know what ,if anything else, I could add to the hotel blog.  This is a new concept for me and I need all the direction and advise I can get.  Your input and ideas are not only welcomed they are desperately needed.

Love to you all

Ruthie

***in case I am not back before Thanksgiving I want to post my “I’m thankful for” now. **

I am thankful for this WordPress community that has accepted me for all that I am.  From misspelled words to grammar faux pas, you have embraced me and made me feel important.   For me, you have been my sounding board,  at times my only source of entertainment, my friends that have opened their homes, hearts and minds for me to be apart of and I sincerely thank you all.  May you all have a blessed and wonderful Thanksgiving Day.

Freshly Laundered

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A couple of days ago I read an article on The Daily Post and came to the conclusion that I will never be featured on WordPress‘s Freshly Pressed, of that I have no doubt.  To start with, I can not spell and my use of grammar is, well lets just say, iffy at best.   If my professors could see my blog they would have to ask how in the name of all that is academically sound did that girl ever pass English?  All I can say is that it was all by the grace of God that I got out of there with decent grades.   Not only am I dealing with that problem, I am inconsistent with my posts.  If nothing happens to me, there is nothing to write about.  And lets face it, the blog content of the life and times of Life is a bowl of Kibble is not profound or earth shaking.

I started writing on Blogspot.com.  I wrote like I did in college.  I would get a comment once in a blue moon but it was for some Work At Home opportunities.  I had one follower and that was my bestest friend.   I tried writing articles of importance, editorials of current events, the weather, anything I could think of that would catch the interest of the masses.  Deafening Silence .  But how could that be?  I could command a room full of people if ever asked to speak at a gathering.  I could talk on various topics and never see a fidgety person.  WHY could I not reach out and grab the attention of some wonderful reader that can’t wait to tell me how great the story was or to cuss me out because I wrote something that was propaganda worthy?   Because, I am a southerner.   I have a southern rhythm that you could not hear in writing .  I speak with an accent that most can’t understand and I dare say that some can’t stand to hear.  I am not lecturer.  I do not have some divine knowledge that can peek a tear or move a soul.  I am a bit on the airhead side,  full of adventure,  I flirt when I talk and use my accent to its fullest potential and with all that southern flirt I found I could make people laugh.  In a world of daily tragedies, laughter is a universal sign of hope and goodwill.  It motivates me to look for the funny in life.  It moves me and it can peek a tear from my eyes to hear a person laugh even in the face of death. (r.i.p. mom)  With this realization, I changed my writing style and blog home.  Unfortunately, I could not change my fundamentally challenged grammar and in a way I do not seek to.  It makes me…me.  And this is just a part of the many reasons I would never be considered for Freshly Pressed.

Would I really want to be freshly pressed?  Well when I started blogging, on WordPress.com, I read a Pressed article about being Subscribed into Submission.  Heck, I know that feeling.  I Hit 90 subscribers in just months of starting this blog and it scared the bajesus out of me.  I could not think of a thing to write.  I felt an overwhelming responsibly to all the good people that liked me as much as I liked me.  (wink)    I could tell stories to folks in the park or at the store without a hitch but putting me, the real me, into words time after time was HARD.  This ambitious undertaking was doing me in, hence the lack of daily, weekly or sometimes monthly post.  This is yet another reason I will never make it.  I have come to the conclusion that my subscribers, my followers make me feel Freshly Pressed everytime they like or comment.  They are what makes me feel good each time I hit publish.  They accept me for me with all my spelling and structural  mistakes.  Thank you for making me feel worthy enough to come into your life.

To conclude, I now declare myself as being Freshly Laundered by all that follow me.  May I never let you down and always keep you laughing or at least donning a smile.

Ruthie