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The Other Room

 

I was a person who never believed in the paranormal, I just assumed everyone who did was crazy or imagining things, now I can say with great certainty that I WAS the person who never believed...

I had been driving from Texas to Key West Florida as a vacation and an adventure, I just broke up with my girlfriend of several years and was looking for a change, so I got in my car stopped to fill up with gas, and headed to the highway. I decided to follow the coast line until I reached the end, Key West Florida, at that point I would be able to go no further unless I had a boat.

So there I was, after many hours of driving I decided it was getting late, the stripes in the road where all blurring together almost as if they had become a single line, and my bottom began to feel like lead was being injected into it. That was about the time I looked over and saw a sign for a motel that had a 24 hr diner a few miles up ahead. I pulled into the diner parking lot, when I got out the smell of jasmine lingering in the air, mixed with the dusky scent of the late night sea breeze, brought found memories of my childhood, playing alone the Texas coast.

The motel set directly across from a bay whose shoreline, just across the road, was cluttered with debris, not the kind from people, but the kind that nature sheds, logs, limbs, dead leaves. I also noticed that a majority of the trees were Cyprus, you know the kind that grow in the swamps with the large trunks. To me this was creepy and beautiful all at the same time, and then add the large moon that seemed to hover just above them, almost as if it were helping them to create some type of strange shadow, sinister, but not threatening.

As I entered the diner, which was also the check in lobby, I found myself to be very tired, so I quickly paid for my room. At that stage I was really oblivious to the surroundings as all I wanted to do was shower and sleep. (SPORTSMAN LODGE ROOM 2) So I headed to my room which was across a small gravel parking lot, no need to move my car, and went into my room which seemed quite clean and cute in a southern way, and although very small it seemed to have a wonderful southern charm so I had no problem falling asleep after a nice warm shower. I had set the A/C to medium as it only had three settings, low, med, high, the night was very muggy and heavy with the moisture, so medium seemed to be a good setting. At last sleep, the bed itself was soft and hugged me, the pillow though rather flat, felt good to my road weary head, and I could still hear the hum of the tires as they aimlessly rolled over asphalt. My eyes begin to close, the steady sound of the running A/C, and the various vehicles whining as they traveled to and from some unknown destination...sleep.

several hours later I awoke, the room had this strange aura to it almost like some neon light was shining through a window behind a tree branch, and leaving ominous shadows fixated on the rooms walls. The air was now very cold and left me wanting to get up and turn down the air, but not wanting to leave the comfort of the warm blankets that I had surrounded myself with I decided to stay put. Then I felt the bed depress, someone had just sat next to me. What was this a robber, murderer? I became very frightened. Then I felt a hand from some empty space placed on my shoulder, I had been sleeping on my side, so whoever this visitor is they were sitting behind me. I wanted to turn around to see who had came to remove my things or possibly my life, and I found that I could not move. I tried to shout but found myself unable to. It was as if something or someone had ran a current of electricity and froze all my muscles, unable to move I was in terror, was this the end! Then she pressed her lips against my ear, I could feel the breath caressing my hair as she whispered these words to me " Emily, tell him to meet me in the other room."

It was an unusual request as I am not Emily nor am I female, so did my killer want something else, did the one that came to burgle me decidedly want nothing more then to converse? It was at that moment that the room returned to normal, although if the sweat that my body was covered in was an indicator, you would have thought that I had just returned from a sauna not the blizzard I just fared. Now able to move and talk, no longer cold, I got up and turned on the lights, not seeing anyone in the room nor did I find traces that anyone had been there. I checked the A/C, still on medium. I must have had some type of nightmare that was really vivid. I do not do drugs or drink, no mental disorders that I am aware of, what happened?

So now I have come to the realization that I was just dreaming, and with my anxiety leaving, I am still tired, I see that it is two in the morning and I do have a long drive tomorrow, no one seems to have been in my room. I checked the only window, locked, no vents, door, locked, no other way to access room, am I crazy? As I lay my head down and snuggled into the clean smell of fresh sheets, I return to that place I refer to as breaking glass, you know, right before you enter the deep sleep, but barely asleep, then came the dreams. Everything seemed to be in place, as if I were making a movie for some famous Hollywood director with an unlimited budget, it was all there, the Cyprus tress, warm breeze coming from the bay, horse drawn buggies swiftly traveling down a freshly built dirt road with little puffs of dust rising gently behind as they passed, the sun felt warm and bright. Their were ladies in beautiful flowing dresses walking past, the strings from their bonnets seemed to dance around their face as if music that only they could hear sang out to them, gentlemen with capes and large hats stared out at the younger shirtless men removing a variety of crates from a small boat, shouting out orders. I could hear the voices as they chattered in an almost alien yet recognizable jargon, mid century American, I can only presume. This place was beautiful in all its visually stunning colors, smells, and sounds.

Then I was pulled from this perfect place, ripped from something I can only refer to as Eden, and back to the freezing realm that I now refer to as my room, at least for this night. The entity that had once terrified me decided to grace me once again with her presence, but now knowing that it was not a serial killer that wanted to dissect me, or some robber who wanted to relieve me of my belongings, I was not as frightened, still scared, but not the overwhelming terror from my previous visit. Then came the cold, that seemingly familiar arctic blast that would freeze me in time, the bed began to move as my new, not so invited guest, sat behind me, the sweet feel of her lips as she whispered those haunting yet riddling words, the all to familiar feel of that soft breath softly blowing in my ear, and again she said, "Emily tell him to meet me in the other room." A sentence that will forever play in my mind as I wonder what the mystery meant, what was the connection to the past? Did she die by the hands of a jealous lover? Perhaps a fit of rage from some stranger she just met? Why was she here reaching out to this scared little man, I know she meant me no harm, I could feel it. This poor girl was stuck here in a loop, like a broken video, playing over and over throughout time, I now did not fear this lost soul but wished I knew how to help her. I became overrun with sorrow for her and hatred for whoever caused this to happen, to my new...friend?

Shortly after the second visit and I had retained all of my mental facilities, it was already morning and time to get back on the road. I got dressed, packed my bags, and prepared to leave, but before I walked out I turned to look once more where my inner terror was dangled before me, and I could not help but to feel pity for this women, trapped in this lonely room with only the occasional visitor to reach out to, a tear formed in my eye as I slowly closed the door, a sadness that I had not felt since the death of my father overwhelmed me, and in silence I said goodbye, as I turned to leave I felt what I can only describe as some kind of embrace, perhaps a thank you for the time spent together, or the understanding, maybe a please don't go...

The room was # 2 at the Sportsman Lodge somewhere in southern Louisiana about 20yrs ago. I do remember when I got coffee that morning at the diner, I told the girl working there my story, and she replied "honey, this motel has been haunted by a female spirit as long as I can remember, and room 2 seems to be the worst." Had I known that, even as a non believer, I would have gone to the next motel...

I have since tried to find this motel but to no luck as I don't remember the name of the town, and I cannot find any info on the Sportsman Lodge, If anyone knows please send me a message, I think now that I would like to go visit my long ago friend, and see if I can help. And by the way I do believe. It touched my soul so deep that I still dream of it. So much sadness in such a beautiful place...

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Travia29 (3 posts)
 
2 years ago (2016-04-27)
HI was it in venice, LA there is also one in Concordia parish Louisiana
LochKalten (1 stories) (17 posts)
 
4 years ago (2014-01-21)
Well told, very articulate and very descriptive. I enjoyed this story as well as your 'The Witch' story (I read that one first). I live in Australia and I want to make a trip just to find the 'Sportsman Lodge'. This story made me feel remorseful for the poor trapped spirit, and I hope you all the luck in finding it again.
Cheers Muchly
Loch
RedWolf (28 stories) (1257 posts)
 
4 years ago (2013-10-29)
bloodruns
Cool story, very well written. It reminds me of stories where a person stayed at a hotel and ate at the diner down the road and was told by the owner/waitress that the hotel burned down 20 or more years prior.
Have you considered that maybe the hotel was destroyed by Hurricane Katrina? You say you like to follow the coast so this is a very good possibility especially since whole towns were detroyed. Something right on the coast would have swept out to sea.

Regards
Red
plastic (1 posts)
 
4 years ago (2013-10-29)
These stories are addictive & this one's so well written. I also read a few stories as part of my nightly ritual before going to sleep.
Shlain (13 stories) (246 posts)
 
5 years ago (2013-02-01)
Are you a writer? You go into incredible detail in some places. Reminded me of Stephen King who will go on for 3 pages about the length and shade of green of the grass.

This story is very well written. Welcome to the BELIEVERS CLUB!
lostghostgal (69 posts)
 
5 years ago (2013-02-01)
I Live in louisiana but which part of Louisiana that you visit there? Sound like a lonley Soul.
bizzjoe (1 stories) (161 posts)
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5 years ago (2013-01-31)
one of the better stories on here... & I have been reading these stories every night for well over a month... & now I fear I am addicted... Everyday I promise myself I will do something else with my time... But I just can't help myself, the lure of this site keeps calling me back, & I find myself on here night after night clicking on the next story after the next, its like a drug... OH JESUS WHAT WILL BECOME OF ME...?
notjustme (18 stories) (821 posts)
 
5 years ago (2013-01-31)
beautifully told, thank you for sharing. Hahaha I also looked it up right away but no luck
HappySpirit (186 posts)
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5 years ago (2013-01-30)
Good story! I immediately Googled "Sportsman Lodge Louisiana" and got a couple of hits but don't know which ones they could be. You may have helped that spirit be at peace. I think all of us on the physical side of death have more ability to help troubled spirits than we realize - through our caring, prayers, compassion... Whatever we are guided to do.
bloodruns (2 stories) (8 posts)
 
5 years ago (2013-01-30)
The worst part is although I did use I 10 for a lot of trip, I am the "off the beaten path." kind of person, and this trip was not an exception. I always like to go to small mom and pop places, and when I travel along any coast, I try to stay as close to the water as possible, even if it means going several hrs. Out of the way... That trip I had nothing but time, was not in any hurry at all... Had a lot of thinking to do, and did not know what the future was going to hold for me... Funny thing is I really do not remember the trip itself, just the encounter, and I will never forget that. Thank you, but that is not it. Possibly not there anymore or name changed, I have really searched, even tried to drive the same route, but to no avail.
rookdygin (24 stories) (4353 posts)
 
5 years ago (2013-01-30)
I'm not sure this is the 'Motel' you mean, but it's the closest 'thing' I can find in LA conducting a 'Goggle Maps' search.

Http://www.j-barlodge.com/

The site does not mention when it was founded, nor does it mention a diner... It is also well off the beaten path from the direct route from TX to FL... I would have thought it was along I-10, not as far south as this location is. Of course 20 years is a LONG time...

Respectfully,

Rook
mamachong (11 stories) (228 posts)
 
5 years ago (2013-01-29)
What a sad story. I hope she has moved to the other side. Sounds like she took you to her past in your dreams.
bloodruns (2 stories) (8 posts)
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5 years ago (2013-01-29)
The story is real. It just happened a long time ago, and I tried to paint the picture of that day/night, sorry about the grammatical errors, as you can tell I am not a writer... Thank you for reading and giving insight, I have had other things happen since, a lady from Europe told me I had been given a gift, I just don't want anyone to think I am crazy... Maybe my "friend" opened something up in me, or maybe it was always there... Don't know but it sure freaks me out... Anybody want it?
Argette (guest)
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5 years ago (2013-01-29)
Well told, and very credible, at least in my experience. Thank you or sharing that story and in such an elegant style.

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