I have never caught a fish. When the dolphin leaped out of the bay, I only managed to get a photograph right after he reentered the water. I never get a picture of the football receiver grasping the long pass. I never see a celebrity when I am in Vegas or LA. I have never won a lottery. I never bingo. My ticket number will never get pulled during a charity raffle. This fine, really. I am happy for others that have been chosen by luck to have good fortune reign over their destiny. I am just not one of them.
But, much to my disappointment, I actually caught something and can't get anyone to look. Let me tell you the story behind these pictures. I retired from my job in July of this year. I sold my house and moved from Sweet Home Alabama to the Pacific Northwest. I had been a kid that always wanted to go on a family vacation across the country, but never did. I had been a wife with a husband that never wanted to take the family on a vacation trip across the country. I was too stupid to just pack up the car, load up the kids and leave him in his recliner. No longer married and an adult, and I was going to do this. For a full story on my trip, you can see the blog I set up to record my dream vacation. It can be found at firstname.lastname@example.org
My grandson and I set out from the Gulf Coast to drive across the USA. The trip did not go as I imagined. If I had imagined what would happen to us, I don't think I would have had the courage to leave my driveway. But leave we did and ended up at our destination over two weeks later on the west coast. I am not going to talk about the trip here. If you are interested you can check it out. What I am going to talk about is stopping at the Goldfield Hotel.
I was surprised when I found out that Goldfield was directly on our route across Nevada. I have to pause here and make an admission. I had a secret pleasure. I loved watching "Ghost Adventures." Those guys made me laugh when not many things were funny in my life.
We stopped at the Goldfield Hotel. It was around midday and sweat was dripping from me everywhere blessed with sweat glands. (Hey, some of those were places I didn't know had sweat glands!) I got out of the car to look at the hotel. My grandson stayed in with the dogs and a/c running. I took some pictures of the outside of the hotel and then walked up to peer into the front windows. I saw dusty rooms, old furniture, a lot of wooden doors stacked sideways, the hotel stairs, front desk and other evidence of a building in need of major repairs. I didn't see anything paranormal odd. I didn't feel goosebumps. I pressed my camera against the front window's glass making sure the lens was flat on the glass all the way around. I took some pictures (see above). Another vehicle pulled up and other curious travelers got out to look at the Goldfield Hotel. We talked briefly. They used my camera to take pictures of my grandson and me in front of the hotel and I took pictures of them with their camera. We left before they did heading westward.
I didn't think much more about the Goldfield as we drove. I was enjoying myself looking out the windows at the desolate terrain while my grandson drove. I was texting a message to family when I felt my fingers had moved over onto the wrong letters. (I do suffer from fat-finger syndrome during texting.) I expected to see miscellaneous letters typed. I was shocked at the word typed. I showed my grandson the text on my phone. The word 'ghost' had been inserted' into what I had been texting. He was logical about it, it was a spell check mistake or I had hit the wrong letters. I had been texting updates all along this trip and we were into our second week. I had a lot of practice typing "...we are now going through city and plan to stop...." I have never typed the word 'ghost' before. Especially as it was inserted into the text something like this, "...going thru...ghost..otu..."Ok, maybe," I thought. We laughed about it and brushed it aside.
A while later, the same thing happened again to me. I was not thinking of the Goldfield but of family and our journey timetable. (At this point I did not know of the existence of the photographs above.) Again, my grandson went all Spock on me and we laughed it off, though with more effort.
Once we arrived at my grandson's home, another weird thing happened. A picture on the fireplace mantle flew off and landed several feet away. We tried to laugh this off as well. It was a picture of my son-in-law before he was married to my daughter. The picture showed him with some of his family and friends. My son-in-law was not home. He was attending his father's funeral.
My curiosity had the better of me. I downloaded the pictures I took at the Goldfield Hotel. These events were getting really creepy. I never imagined I caught anything with my camera at the Goldfield Hotel. I was shocked as I downloaded the pictures and discovered I had captured something, well odd. I caught an image I never expected. I am not saying it is a ghost but certainly not normal.
Did I capture something paranormal on my summer vacation? Tell me what you think? Do you believe in the paranormal?