Friday, June 3, 2011
Ghosts of San Antonio
Sunday night I woke up around 2:30, wide awake. I refused to open my eyes for about 20 minutes; obviously I was in denial that I was awake and sleep was eluding me. When I gave in I surfed the channels to find that nothing was on. Well, nothing except the "Ghosts of San Antonio". Usually I would have opted for pulling out my toe nails instead of scaring myself senseless, but I wondered how haunted could San Antone really be. It's pretty fucking haunted, apparently. I can say with certainty that I will not be staying overnight in any hotel, no matter when it was built. First of all, ghosts travel and find new homes, when the mood strikes, it would seem, and I'm just not up for surprises like that! Second, Captain King (of the King Ranch) haunts a bed at a hotel that he used to frequent. Not his room, his bed. In other words, it doesn't matter that they've moved his bed over the years, he watches over those who sleep in THAT bed now. Um, CREEPY. Needless to say, I was still awake at 5:45 wondering if our ghost, that Devil is trying to convince me that we have, was the cause of all that noise I kept hearing in our kitchen. Our kitchen being the only room that our said ghost frequents. He/she must have had a terrible accident underneath, centuries ago and is angry, only in that one spot!