I thought that since we have spent the last four weeks blogging about a relationship that was pretty terrible, this week we could blog about something a little different. Today, I would like to tell you about a recent investigation and Paranormal Event that I attended.
Over the course of my time in the paranormal industry, I have had the opportunity of being in some of the country’s most paranormal locations. But what I experienced at the Roads Hotel in Atlanta, Indiana has been one of the most intense. The Para Expeditions team had invited me to come up, do some Tarot Readings, and get a feel for this historic location. From the time I got there until the time I left, I was overloaded by psychic information. I have gotten ahead of myself, so let’s start back at the beginning.
It was Saturday, February the 11th and I climbed into my car and headed toward the Roads Hotel. The location is about four hours from where I lived so, I prepared for the lengthy journey by gathering some snacks, smokes, and an Audio book. Along the way, I stopped serval times to stretch my back out and replenish the snack supply. I even made a small detour to visit a Tourist trap that peaked my interest.
Eventually, I made it to the small town of Tipton, Indiana. Here, I was to meet two of my amazing clients at a restaurant named Los Portales. As always, I arrived 15 minutes early and sat in my car catching up on my Social Media. The longer I sat there waiting, a heavy feeling came over me. These feelings are hard to explain, but I will do my best. It was almost like someone at the Hotel was waiting for me. This was not someone from the Para Expeditions Team, but rather someone from the spirit world. It felt oppressive, angry, manic, and anxious. I had no idea who it was, all I knew is that it was expecting me.
Ahead of my clients Michele and Veronica, I went into Los Portales. I thought that getting out of the car and in a new environment would be a good idea. I was greeted by the hostess, settled in a booth, ordered a soda, and took a selfie. After only a couple of minutes waiting, Michele and Veronica came into the restaurant. It was wonderful to see Michele again and fantastic to meet Veronica.
As a Tarot Reader, who reads for people all over the world, you sometimes have amazing clients that you rarely ever get to see. We laughed, talked, and ordered our lunches. At some point, the feeling of dread and manic anticipation came back over me. Being hard to hide my feelings from my face, I thought it was best to explain this feeling to the ladies. Both understood and did their best to take my mind off it. Sadly, I remained distracted and pensive.
After lunch, the ladies and I parted ways. Googled directions to get to the Roads and headed toward the hotel. Here is where I would like to interject some humor. Being a small town, the roads were poorly signed and every small country alley seemed like the one before it. As one turn made another, I nearly hit a major road block. A cock block, actually. Two streets before the Hotel, a huge rooster waltzed out in front of my car. Not wanting to kill someone’s prized cock, I slowed down and waited for him to cross the street. The bastard stopped right ahead of me, defiant and refusing to move. I gave the horn a honk and edged toward him and nothing, he remained unyielding. Out loud and to myself I shouted, “Only I would get cock blocked on my way to a Hotel!” Sadly, there was a car fast coming up behind me and I had no time to snap a picture and create the world’s best meme.
After the rooster crossed the road and I made a few more turns, I made it to the Roads Hotel. It was a large, Sand colored house with a beautiful two story porch across the front. You could tell that the building had seen better days, but could also see that it was once the jewel of the community. I parked the car on the side of the building, gathered my bags, and walked toward the side door. Again, the feeling I had carried for most of the trip returned. I didn’t want to go in the building. I didn’t feel like the building wanted me to enter, either.
Luckily, Amy Perry Lane from Para Expeditions was getting out of her car and I ran over the get some love. Amy is a fantastic gal and a pretty gifted Intuitive, also. She is a no nonsense type of rock chick with a tremendous spirit and the warmest eyes. She introduced me to Gail, who owns the hotel and I recounted the cock block story to lift the energy and break the tension between me and whatever was inside the hotel. We talked for a second and the headed inside, all of us carrying our fair share of bags and supplies.
When I crossed the threshold, I felt like time had stopped. The energy in the hotel was stagnant and thick. Almost immediately, I heard the spirits of women and men talking. And although it was a decent temperature outside, I felt a haunting chill on the back of my neck. In a corner next to the door, I sat down my bags and proceeded to walk through the Hotel.
As I passed through several rooms, I could feel the presence of men watching me and questioning my intentions. I could hear them whisper, I could smell their cigars, and I could feel their eyes on me. Needing to go to the restroom and not wanting to enter the restroom that was on the first floor, I went upstairs.
The stairway was a very interesting place on its own. Going up the stairs, I felt children rush passed me and run down the second floor hall. When my hand touched the beautifully carved wood banister, I felt my entire personality change. I flashed to the image of a woman in a tattered dress, walking ahead of a man who was close behind me and grabbing at my backside. I felt sweaty, unclean, and full of remorse.
Against the walls and in the door frames of the rooms, women were standing or peering out at me. These women were clearly not from our time, but from a time in the early 1900’s and were sex workers from the Brothel days of the Roads Hotel. Many of them knew I was no danger to them and that I was not another John. One or two of the spirits were happy to see me, while a few others were disinterested and indifferent to my presence.
Each room that I passed seemed darker than the one before it. Eventually, I made it to the restroom and stopped at the doorway. The door was open, but I psychically felt that it wasn’t. I felt like I should be banging on the door, screaming into the room, demanding someone to come out. I have no explanation for why this happened. Gail had no historical reasons for why I had this feeling.
Toward the end of the hall, I could see two doorframes that did not have women standing in them. I made my way toward these rooms and wondered why they seemed empty. I came to the door on the right of the hall and felt as if I had my breath taken from me. “I can’t breathe,” I said to Gail. She explained that this was the room where a man died of Tuberculosis and it all made sense to me. I did not go any further into that room. I stopped at the door and only looked inside. There was nothing for me to see there, but a bed in a darkened room.
However, on the other side of the hall, I came to meet the spirit that had been waiting for me. I knew it as soon as I turned toward the room. Inside, I saw a man pacing back and forth across the floor. His energy was manic, depressing, judgmental, and sad. He turned, faced me, and marched toward the door. I stopped dead in my tracks. I could not and would not enter that room. He came right up to my face, yelling. I could feel his animosity for me and smell his unclean body. I was transfixed by his anger and his sorrow. Just then, from down the hall, a couple shouted to me, “Not going in that room?” I said no and tried to make a joke of it. Later, Gail explained that this was the room of a Preacher who was rumored to have committed suicide in the room. By this time, I had enough and needed a cigarette break.
I turned back down the hall and headed toward the staircase. As I made my way down the steps, I saw a woman lying in the floor. She had fallen or been pushed to her death. Her hair was tangled, her dressed ripped, and her eyes were glazed over. At the foot of the steps, Amy Perry Lane said out loud, “Ken, don’t you feel like someone was killed here? Like, I feel like there is a woman lying here that had been pushed.” All I could do is look at her with my mouth open. I looked at Mike Smith, another amazing Para Expeditions team member and explained that I had also sensed what Amy was saying. He didn’t seem surprised. Mike is well experienced in the paranormal, not a whole lot shocks or surprises our Mike.
As I walked out the side door, I could finally breathe again. I turned to Gail and asked her to feel my heart. It was pounding and quick, like I had just ran a race. I recounted everything that I experienced in the building and she confirmed nearly everything I had picked up on. Mike then turned to me and asked how I was and said I looked panicked. He was right. I wasn’t sure if I would be able to read cards in that building and I definitely wasn’t sure I would be able to sleep there. It was far too intense.
Here is a great place to stop for this week. When we continue next week, I will tell you more about the spirits of Roads Hotel, reading Tarot there, and why I refused to spend the night. To be continued…