Believe me...I'm pretty fearless...BUT...I had a night a year ago that pretty much scared the daylights out of me. It all happened at a chalet, at a place I call Beehive Hill.
It had been a busy summer and fall of 2009 and I needed a little R & R.
I thought I needed to get away for a few days and I could do some writing on my blogs and book.
So, I planned a trip to the Smokey Mountains of Gatlinburg, TN.
After lots of research, I found a chalet I liked that would allow pets and had Internet service. Perfect!
When you book these chalets, the rental company does not tell you the exact address so I had no idea of the location until I actually checked in.
It turned out to be a mountain that I had taken pictures of some time before on a separate trip.
The hill reminded me of a bunch of beehives.
I reserved it for two nights. Dreaming of a nice scenic deck, pillow-top bed, and hot tub to relax in. Ahhh...life is good I thought!
It looked nice from the Internet pics, but it did not show the whole complex. After check in... I drove up the mountain.
Winding around back and forth til I reached the very top. Whew! It was the Top Of The World Dr.!
Chanel, my dog and I settled in and got a bit of my writing done then watched the sun go down over the mountain.
It gets dark fast up there. I saw that the chalets up on our street had no residents or cars. Just us.
The street far below had one car I noted as I had driven up the mountain.
I was to think of this later... in case I needed to run for help.
For some reason, the house phone was dead. It was a good thing I had my cell, but it didn't work in all areas of the chalet. Only out on the deck.
The main floor was all one level with a A-frame cathedral ceiling.
The bedroom was below the living room in the basement that opened to another deck.
I turned off all the lights and Chanel and I turned in for the night. Ahhh...peace and quiet. Nice.
About 4AM... I was startled awake by the sound of something moving around on the living room floor up over my bed.
It sounded like someone smacking a bone around over the wood floor. Over and over this was going on.
Then the sound was someone walking with shoes on. What the ****!
I bolted upright in the bed with fright!
I felt a cold wind blow through the room too!
The window was NOT open.
I listened and tried to reason with myself what it could be.
There was no tree over the roof for a squirrel to be running around and this sound was coming from the living room right above me.
Freaked totally out with my heart racing... I whispered to Chanel not to make a sound. For some reason she never did even bark. That was strange. She must have been to frightened to not make a sound!
I left her on the bed, flipped on the light at the bottom of the stairs that would light the main upper floor and crept up the steps slowly.
When I was eye level to the 1st floor, I could see all the way across the floor in every corner. There was nothing that would be making a noise. The sound had stopped too.
I ran into the kitchen, grabbed a butcher knife and a broom to use as weapons in case I might need them.
Leaving the light on, I went back downstairs and locked us in the bedroom.
No sooner than I was in bed, it started again but a little louder. What in the world could it be??
If it got through the door, I was ready for what ever. I tried my phone and it didn't have a signal.
Now what? How could I even call for help??
I don't think I fell asleep, but when the sun came up, the sound had stopped.
I got out of there and drove down the hill into Gatlinburg to have breakfast and shop.
I felt calmer being in the crowds of people. Now, I wasn't in a mood to write in a scenic, now spooky location at all.
I had paid for another night. I invited a girlfriend to visit for pizza dinner, but she was ready to be back down the mountain before dark. Now, I had the night to go again.
I kept the knife and broom with me and locked the bedroom door again. This night was quiet and nothing happened.
I felt better the next morning but was ready to get out of there. I'll never stay in another location like that again!
There must be some sort of ghost up there on that mountain. I've never been that freaked out before.
Note to self: Bring gun and bear trap next time.
Finding a new Kentucky home has never been so easy! Lizette Fitzpatrick- Principal Broker at Lizette Realty. Publisher/Author for the only Central Kentucky email newsletter on local real estate listings and sold properties, Kentucky relocation, local events, homeowner information and fun! For more information on Kentucky Horse Farms or Lexington KY real estate click on Lizette.us. Copyright © 2010 By Lizette Fitzpatrick, All Rights Reserved
Finding a new Kentucky home has never been so easy!
Lizette Fitzpatrick- Principal Broker at Lizette Realty.
Publisher/Author for the only Central Kentucky email newsletter on local real estate listings and sold properties, Kentucky relocation, local events, homeowner information and fun!
For more information on Kentucky Horse Farms or Lexington KY real estate click on Lizette.us.
Copyright © 2010 By Lizette Fitzpatrick, All Rights Reserved
*I Spent A Terrifying Night In A Haunted Chalet On Beehive Hill*