On the day we were supposed to leave Sedona I sat by the pool and had one more prickly pear margarita and just breathed. Mark, the man that was serving me, asked where we were headed next. I might have frowned and said something about having to go hang out with my children again in Tucson with my in-laws. And so he said, "You guys really should go check out Jerome." And I said, "Great! Where is it and can I have anotha?"
He told us about the restaurant the Asylum, which is attached to a haunted hotel called the Grand Hotel. You can see it here in this photo- it's the grandest building in Jerome. I got on-line after Mark recommended we stay there and I saw that there was NO vacancy. But we decided to go anyway.
Now, the room was very basic and had all the same plumbing in the bathroom from the hospital's day and age. I think the bathroom freaked me out the most, which is why I wanted to keep its light on all night. Paul opened the windows because the room was super hot and the radiator was on for some reason despite our attempts at turning it off.
I believe I fell right to sleep that night but I was in and out of sleep most of the night because of the noises that the ghost hunters were making in the hallway. The drapes in the window were moving slowly because of the heat emanating from the radiator but there was no breeze. My brain was watching the bathroom window for reflections but I saw and heard nothing.
And then. Then something incredibly wild happened. At once, I felt a hurricane force wind enter my body from the left side and move rapidly toward the right pulling me, my facial muscles and my breath with it. It was only a few seconds but afterward I realized that something was inside me. I sat up and look around. I made sure there was still no wind outside and I made sure I was okay. When I laid back down I contemplated waking Paul but realized that he, being half asleep, wouldn't believe me. I also wanted to think about what just happened to make sure what just happened really just happened because I was having a hard time believing it too. I laid awake until I could see the first glimpses of sunlight hit the mountain behind us. And then I finally fell asleep.
I was glad Paul believed me when I told him the next morning that a ghost entered my body in the night. Needless to say it was a very "moving" experience. One that I'll never ever forget.