This was the view from my bed. Seriously...you can imagine how hard it was to get out of it every morning. But had I not pried myself from its torturous beauty, I'd never have seen a ghost! Sort of.
Today Amy, Erin, and I went to Old Town. I thought I was going to kind of hate it, but it turns out that it was probably my favorite place in the whole city. We hopped on the super clean, super nice public train that stopped just outside of Old Town...
And then we arrived!
Finally, a cactus! We consulted an Asian lady about where to eat, and she tried to sell us a fairly expensive trolley tour of everything we'd seen all vacation by telling us there was nothing cheap to eat in the area and that there was a Pizza Hut and Subway in Seaport Village (which, having been there the two days before, I could tell you there was not) and that we could take the trolley tour there and jump off. So we fended for ourselves. And we ended up here:
*shudder* Clowns! But the food was cheap, and the fish tacos were to die for! After our bellies were full of amazing guac and two dollar fish tacos, we hit up some shops before ending up here:
Comprised of several rooms and more history than I can share, it was a fascinating tour that yielded little (but not nothing!) in the way of photographic evidence of ghosts this day (but not later!); you'd do well to visit the link I provided and read about it. It really is worth checking out for a good shiver. Although I didn't see anything, there were several places in the house where I felt genuinely uneasy, watched, nervous, and altogether uncomfortable. It was cool!
Virtual tour, anyone?
This is the courtroom, where a female ghost of unknown origin is said to appear from time to time.
This is the staircase (duh), whee it is said that on the 9th step from the bottom people sometimes feel a tightness around their throat and a few even get redness around their wrists and neck that looks like rope burn (supposedly due to Yankee Jim's hanging at that height). I felt a little tight around the throat when I stood there, but it could have been just because I felt nervous standing there.
This is the bedroom you'll see if you do a Google image search on the house. There are tons of photos taken of weird fogs and such by the bed...and they said sometimes the dolls change their facial expressions or blink, which I think is the scariest thing EVER! The only thing I got was that odd line on the headboard...which may or may not be a reflection on the glass I took the photo through, although I can't figure out what it would be a reflection of, and the girls who give tours said they thought it was genuinely something...All I know for sure is those dolls gave me the willies.
This is the theatre. Yes, they had a theatre. The manager died about two weeks after the first play they put on, and no one knows why. He is said to haunt that room, and most people who work there have said they have experienced him in one form or another. He apparently likes to try to watch the girls change into costume, and so they hear footsteps on the stage when they change. Once, he followed a worker home from there the one day a week she worked until they confronted him about it. Eek!
This is the dining room, where I felt the most uneasy. Even before I was inside it, I just felt not quite right about it. They say Mrs. Whaley haunts this room most frequently, and her lavender perfume can be quite overwhelming at times. I know I wanted to get out of there as soon as I could.
And this is the arched doorway where they say Yankee Jim was hanged before the house was built. The dog apparently haunts this area, along with Mr. Whaley and a number of unidentified spirits. It didn't seem super creepy to me, but other people really didn't want to look in there.
Altogether, it was a pretty creepy experience, but nothing compared to when Robb and I went back a few days later. But that's another story...
From there it was on to the graveyard where the theatre manager was buried.
There were coins along the street embedded in the pavement where they found out people were buried after they built the roads.
That was kind of neat. The most interesting thing about the graveyard was this grave:
It says: "Sacred to the memory of John Stiles who came to his death from a bullet from a revolver it was one of the old fashioned kind & brass mounted & such is the kingdom of heaven"
I just thought it was really hilarious the way the grave marker said more about what killed him than it did about him. Amazing! It really was a fascinating graveyard.
Next was the Sheriff's Museum, which was interesting, if you're into that kind of thing. I'm really not...
But...it made for some odd photos. I took some time to take a few shots of the hillside, too.
After being under the sun and the beautiful, blue, San Diego sky all day,
we thought a soda would be a good way to cool off. This tiny little soda shop had everything you could ever want! They even had Bubble Up, a soda I used to get almost twenty years ago from the vending machine at my mom's work, and the cans were 30 years old THEN!
It's like 7-Up, but fruitier.
And then there was this:
We drank our sodas and took a walk to the shops, stopping for a tortilla from this wonderful woman:
Hot chocolate tortillas. Delicious!
Robb met up with us when he was done with his conference, and we shopped for a bit, not buying this (which I still kind of regret):
or these (which I don't regret AT ALL):
Okay then. Under the setting California sun, which I've decided one can't take a bad photo of...
...we decided to get some fine Mexican cuisine.
I had a burrito that was filled with carne asada, guacamole, and french fries. No lie. It was pretty good!
And despite the girls' best effort to stop him, Robb flagged these guys over to play for us:
And then he requested La Bamba. *shakes head* Oh, Robb...
During our meal, we told Robb all about the Whaley house, so he wanted to go back. We walked by and took some more photos, but the house was closed, so we decided to come back later. It was only when looking at our photos back at the hotel room later that we noticed this:
This was taken outside the house, in the garden that's said to be haunted by Mrs. Whaley as well as many other spirits. Erin had three of these blue dots with a mist around them on her camera and a few photos of the same part of the yard where there was nothing there taken only minutes later. There was no one in the yard at the time these were taken. And then when I looked at my photros, I had this one, too! Creepy!
So, our ghost hunting tour may have been successful after all. I had no idea how successful it would be for Robb when we came back, though...
Thus far I've graduated college with an English degree (read: I work in a bank), come out to friends and family (read: I'm gay), accompanied my boyfriend of seven years to all kinds of sweet events (read: I'm taken), and managed not to make too many enemies in the whole process. Life is...