Showing posts with label #weird. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #weird. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

The Ghost Tour of Granbury, Texas

In honor of Weird Wednesday, here's a story about a recent experience I had and the strange tales I heard.

Map showing Granbury, TX marked with the G

My husband and I took a fascinating ghost legend tour. The setting was historic Granbury southwest of Fort Worth. (See map. FYI I live in Wichita Falls to the north) Downtown consists of a square around a beautiful court house. Gift shops and snack places line one side. An opera house and restaurant holds down another side. A theatre with exciting music is the focus on yet another side. The fourth includes the Nut House Hotel.
The Nut House Hotel


Our guide is dressed in period costume to set the mood. His knowledge of Granbury’s history and ghosts is phenomenal. He keeps us enthralled for about an hour.


The Nut House Hotel is of particular interest. A long-ago cook, named Mary Lou Watkins lived in room four. Ask anyone who has stayed there. She’s still there in spirit.


On the right front corner looking from the court house, we learned about a ghost that leaves playing cards to remind others that he’s still around.


Our guide told us about John Wilkes Booth. He lived for awhile in Granbury. His ghost still shows up at the opera house.


The ghost of Indian Joe makes appearances at the jail on the back right corner. We shudder as we watch him swing from the noose.


A girl lost her life leaning too far over a balcony. We look up at that balcony. The tension is strong. We almost hear the circus that she wanted so badly to see. Often, this faceless girl appears in the window.


If you’re interested, here’s the link about the ghost tour.


They don’t guarantee you’ll see a ghost, but not many that walk that square with the guide, Boots Hubbard, miss spotting some spooky sites.


Don’t forget to get your ghost sucker when you leave.

Have any of you went on a ghost tour before? Heard a ghost? Remember a local legend? If so, please contact me. Weird Wednesday on the Writing with God's Hope blog is always looking for new stories.

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

A Ghost Story by Mary L. Hamilton

It's Weird Wednesday, again. Eek!

My good friend and wonderful author, Mary L. Hamilton has a "weird" ghost story for us today.

The Ghost in the…Bathroom?

The sound of water running in the downstairs bathroom halted my steps on the stairway landing above. It wasn’t the first time I’d discovered the water running with no one around. I’d always blamed it on the kids, thinking my son forgot to turn off the faucet in his rush to get back outside with his friends. Or my little daughter, just tall enough to push the lever up to wash her hands but too short to pull it down when she finished. I’d always imagined a reasonable explanation.

Until now. 

There was no explanation—reasonable or otherwise—for water to be gushing into the sink in that bathroom. The kids and I had played games in the family room downstairs all evening. At bedtime, we passed that bathroom on our way up to their rooms. No water was running then, and no one had been down there since. The kids were all in bed and accounted for. So why should the faucet be running full blast?

My pulse raced right alongside my imagination. Is some psychopath down there waiting to kill us? Should I call the police and tell them the water is running in my downstairs bathroom? No, I’ll call my next-door neighbor, ask him to come over and check out the house for me. Except, I’d have to go get my phone. Which I’d left in the family room. Downstairs.

  Okay, seriously, if somebody wanted to kill me, he probably wouldn’t lure me downstairs by turning on the bathroom faucet and waiting for me to notice. I grab my son’s baseball bat anyway, just in case, and silently descend the first six steps. The bathroom is at the bottom on the left–the bathroom where the water is still running. I flip a switch, illuminating the family room below and take two more steps down. The water continues to run. Another step. 

    Holding my breath, I peek into an empty family room before descending the next step. I swallow my heart that’s pounding in my throat. One more step. My sweaty hands twist the bat and I raise it over my head as I reach the bottom. The water is still running.

I consider uttering a battle cry as I burst in swinging, but first I peek between the hinges…a little further…around the door until I see–

Nobody. Just water gushing full blast into the sink. I slam the lever down, take the first three steps in one leap, race up the rest of the stairs and hide the bat under my pillow.

My husband always manages to be out of town when things happen—floods, tornadoes, fires, ghosts. When he calls, I casually ask, “Do you believe in ghosts?”

“What kind of question is that?”

 I explain what happened, but since I’ve never mentioned the earlier episodes of running water to him, he’s skeptical.

 “There has to be a logical explanation for it,” he says.   

 Of course, there is.  Like a psycho killer who lures his victims downstairs by turning on the faucet. I think I’m more comfortable with the ghost explanation–a ghost who likes to wash his hands.

  Weeks later, Hubby comes down to breakfast, looking a mite sheepish.

  “I couldn’t sleep last night,” he says, “so I went downstairs to read. All of a sudden, the water came on in the bathroom, running full blast into the sink. I knew no one had gone in there, because I was sitting facing the bathroom. I would’ve seen them. I don’t blame you for being scared. I was scared.”

    “Oh!” I said. “So you met Caspar.”

     “Caspar?” he asked.

      “Of course.  Caspar the Cleanly Ghost.”


Author’s Note: This story actually happened. We never did figure out exactly what caused the water to come on. Our best guess was that water pressure from the upstairs bathroom would build up to a point where it would force open the valve on the downstairs faucet. But, we thought it was much more fun to believe it was a ghost who liked to wash his hands.

Oh, I love that, Mary. Thanks so much for your story. Aren't ghosts fun? I like your Caspar.

Mary L. Hamilton is the author of the Rustic Knoll Bible Camp series for tweens. She grew up at a Bible camp, much like the setting for Hear No Evil and Speak No Evil, the first two books in the series.

She and her husband raised three terrific kids and make their home in Texas with a rescued Golden Retriever. But no ghosts.

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Let me say I highly recommend either of Mary's tween books. She is an excellent writer, really has down the voice of the tween, and knows her Bible camps. If you've ever gone to a camp as a kid, you'll love these books.

If you have a ghost story, let us know and don't forget to check out Mary L. Hamilton's books.

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Watch for Weird Wednesdays

Starting in September, Weird Wednesdays will give Writing With God's Hope blog a new dimension.

Watch for the announcement.