After more than seven years of hearing about, reading about and listening to accounts of hauntings at The Blennerhassett Hotel in down Parkersburg, I am proud to say that I FINALLY have experienced "something" at the Blenny that can only be described as strange and inexplicable.
The incident occurred in the room some refer to as "the library." I refer to it simply as "the free WiFi room." I was typing away on a laptop and sipping espresso. A nice fire in the fireplace was taking the chill off the room, and the famous portrait of William Chancellor, architect of the hotel, watched over me as I used the free Internet connection he had the foresight to install in his hotel back in 1889. Thoughts of hauntings and spirits were the furthest from my mind.
It was then that the "incident" happened.
Behind me there began the sound of a newspaper being rustled, then being opened up, and then - section by section - being dropped to the floor. The incident lasted about ten seconds.
At first, I thought nothing of it because hotel visitors always wonder into the library, admire the paintings, read one of the newspapers and sip their Starbucks concoctions while they rest and enjoy the room's ambience.
But suddenly I realized that no one had entered the the library...and upon turning around, saw no newspaper on the floor and most importantly, NO ONE behind me. In fact, this particular corner was the ONLY corner of the library devoid of all furniture. There was NOTHING that could have made the sound I heard.
It was then that I realized I had joined the ranks of those who've experienced bona fide hauntings at the Blennerhassett! I would have given Mr. Chancellor's portrait a high-five, but he looked a little too dignified for that.
Was this a "residual" type of haunting - had someone, perhaps, Mr. Chancellor himself - been reading a newspaper back then and accidentally dropped it on the floor near where I sat?
One thing's for sure. This didn't really "scare" me, unlike any hauntings people experience. So, for the time being, I'll continue to use this room as "my office away from my office." If I should look up from my laptop and see Mr. Chancellor, cigar and all, sitting across me typing away on a typewriter, I may consider relocating!