Arnie-

PLEASE finish your story. This is getting very mysterious. Please Arnie...Please!!

Now you're just being melodramatic, Arnie - shame on you! And, whatever happened to YOUR visit to the B&B as you originally stated?

People,

I'm relaying the story as best I can from the notes that my wife took during her research on the place. Believe me, I am editing out 3/4s of the more mundane aspects of the history but I must include some of that if the story is to make sense.

Sure, I am taking a little poetic license--but not as much as you might think. And, yes, I will get to our own experience in the mansion, soon. Please bear with me while I continue to sift through Anee's notes and edit them for content.

Thanks for your patience.

Arnie

C'mon, Arnie, finish the story. This is like waiting for the next episode of The Hardy Boys on the old Mickey Mouse Club. I never did see the ending to "The Mystery of Applegate Farm."

Shelley, while we're waiting, why don't you share some of your experiences? You said that haunted hotels are your hobby.

Elinor: I asked her to do just that, yesterday - no response.

supposedly Al Capone is still causing trouble at The Biltmore Hotel in Coral Gables, Florida.

Sounds like these ghosts tend to pick nice renovated historic hotels. Good taste.

Hi everyone,
Here is the next installment. Be sure you have read the last one (about ten postings up) or you may not follow this part.

"This antique clock that supposedly hadn’t worked in years showed the time to be exactly 12:15am. Not only that but the small pendulum inside that had remained stationary for the previous two days of the Smith’s stay, was now swinging from side to side—emitting a small click each time it reached the outside arc of its movement.

Lisa Smith lay in bed for approximately five minutes waiting for the minute hand of this mesmerizing little clock to move to sixteen: It never did and yet it continued to tick away. Finally, her attention returned to the window and the apparent moonlight coming through it. Lisa knew for a fact that there was no moon that night, so she decided to leave the comfort of her bed to look out the window and see just where this light was coming from. What she saw both surprised and confused her.

When Lisa gazed out the window, a full moon stared back in at her. She knew that there was no moon that night and yet there it was, big as life and twice as bright. Feeling a bit disjointed and a little frightened, Lisa decided to return to bed and the comfort of her husband. She turned around to move the few steps back to bed and stopped dead in her tracks: There was no longer a form underneath the covers.

At first Lisa Smith assumed her husband must have gone to the bathroom without saying anything. Then she remembered that the bathroom was actually down the hall and she realized there was virtually no way Terrie could have gotten up, opened the door, closed the door and walked down the hallway without her noticing, yet that must be what happened—how else to explain his absence? Then Lisa noticed something else, not only was Terrie not in bed, but the bed itself was made—complete with comforter and shams in place.

Now Lisa was becoming frightened. She knew that even if Terrie had (somehow) managed to sneak by her to use the restroom, there was NO WAY he could have possibly made the bed without her noticing. And besides, why would he?

As confused and scared as Lisa was becoming, she decided that there must be a logical explanation for what was (seemingly) occurring. She put on her nightgown and opened the door to the hallway to search for Terrie. When she turned the doorknob the door opened easily but with the loud creak she had remembered from when they were first shown to the room. “Okay,” Lisa thought, “we locked the door before going to bed so Terrie must have left the room, but then why didn’t I hear the creak as HE opened the door?”

Lisa Smith left the room and headed for the bathroom. As she approached it she could plainly see that the door was open, the light off and that it was empty. She continued past the bathroom and proceeded to go down the four flights of stairs to the main part of the house, still in search of Terrie. When she arrived in the lobby/living room, Lisa noticed a man with his back to her standing behind the waist-high partition that served as the check-in area for guests. Recognizing immediately that it wasn’t Terrie or Mr. Kern, Lisa tentatively said, “Mr. Van Der Hout?” There was no response. Again, she said (more loudly this time) “excuse me, Mr. Van Der Hout?” Still, no response.

You are being plain mean Arnie!!!! How long until the next installment???

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Don't you just love that when people are really scared they go exploring? I'd be under the bed with every light in the room turned on - the hell with Terrie!

Haha Boo, for sure. And if you're a teenager make sure you're not the ones making out. They're always killed off first!!

She must have been blonde(as they usually are in the "screamers"), and she probably fell and twisted her ankle while looking for Terrie.

TTT

still waiting......, c'mon Arnie, I have to leave the computer at some point!!!!!!

I have heard much over the years about the Aeckney place. Unfortunately, by the time I was old enough to have a chance at staying there, it closed forever. Hey Arnie, did you really get to stay there? If so, please continue with the story.

I heard that they turned Lizie Borden's house into a B&B> How about taking a whack at staying there

arnie, we are WAITING

Topping for the Arnie-meister.

Arnie (and others who seem to know about Syrus Aeckney)

After reading Katerina's post that she could find nothing on the internet, I did a search as well. I also did a search on the book title, author and publishing company Natalie posted about - again -- Nothing.

Checked Maine library re: haunted houses, etc. Nothing.

So I'm curious, where in Maine did this take place? The coast is fairly broad.

Oh, and was it the Jerome Kern, composer?

We're all waiting for your story to continue.