Since El Coyote was visited by TSPRGHOSTS, we've had many guests come in and inquire about our 'residents'. You get used to that after a while. Most people love the stories that we've experienced and want to hear more but nothing prepared me for what a contractor and his wife told me after they asked about what we've experienced.
Two towns over from us is Chester, NJ. You can feel its history by driving through it. The buildings are old and immaculately preserved. Chester was first established on the intersection of two major Lenape Indian trails. These trails were used for hundreds of years before Chester became 'official' in 1799.
In 1810, Mr. Zephania Drake and his son Jacob erected the The Brick House. It was used as a stagecoach stop when mining had begun and immigrants came into work.
Over the next century or so, mining cooled and Chester became a sleepy little town. The Brick House closed its rooms and became a restaurant only. The Publik House. Craft shops popped up next to Taylor's Ice Cream, Halloween parades, antiques etc.
Over the last year give or take, it had been closed. Here's where the contractor comes in. He asks about Coyote and dances the issue. Then he tells me and Billy. Apparently, the inn was in horrible disrepair. The new owners wanted to raze it, the historical society wanted to save it. It led to late hours, after closing with just him, his wife, and the electrician to figure out whether the building could be saved or not.
One night, they went upstairs to where the rooms used to be. Digging in, they found oil lamps, candle sconces and a bible with Zephania's name in it. Old stuff! Beds and all. His wife quoted me the psalm from the bible but I can't remember it. When they came back downstairs, all the tables in the dining room were upset. Chairs were knocked over, silverware was strewn about. Doors were opened and the dining rooms were freezing.
Despite that, (I'm sure they were more than intrigued) they decided to stay on the job. Late night again, the contractor was alone reviewing whatever contractors review and he heard footsteps upstairs. He went to investigate but as he hit the stairs he felt something move straight through him. He told us he lost his breath. It was like being hit in the stomach with a bat. He told us of voices he heard when when they passed through him, a girl's voice. There were no words, just a female pitch and then nausea.
After that, he called it quits. I guess they found someone else to restore it. It's there today although the decor is starker and attempting to be more chic. Good news! They reopened the rooms.
So? Who were the Drake's? I've HEARD that Mr. D junior was not such a gentleman. I HEARD of his likings for young lithuanian immigrant girls that came to work for him. I've HEARD of one dying in his employ. However, despite recent research I could not find any evidence of such happenings.
Indian trails? Maybe burial grounds? Murdered girls? Just once I would love to know the stories behind these places. I plan on staying there soon. Maybe one day my nonbeliever hubby will get it.