Jameson Inn (formerly)

EMM

April 3, 2018

Quality Inn, Crestview, FL.

(formerly Jameson Inn)

One of the reasons we went on vacation was to be able to see Jacob. Plans didn't work out as desired, as they often do, and we were left with a single day to spend together during the entire week. When we were planning the trip months before, Jacob and I wanted to have an "us" day and stay in a hotel overnight somewhere in the area. Having done some investigating of paranormal hot spots, I discovered the history of the Jameson Inn.

There are several stories surrounding the hotel, that has since been re-branded as the Quality Inn, particularly surrounding room 208. Tales of headless ghosts and ghoulish figures was enough to convince me that I did not ever want to stay there! Being honest as always with Jacob, I told him that I would be willing to stay anywhere except for this particular hotel as this was meant to be time set aside for us, not for me to be stuck communicating with entities of the past. Jacob is a wonderful, understanding person and agreed to avoid it at all costs. When it came to the day though, things took a very different turn.

After a fun dinner with family, we settled the kiddo in for the night and set out to explore the town. Turns out there isn't much to Crestview but we didn't mind as long as we were together. A storm was starting to come inland and the wind was picking up, encouraging us to check into a hotel right away. The first hotel we visited had no rooms available, so with bags in hand we set off to the next one...no room available there either. After several attempts with Jacob running in and out of lobbies, we realized that our only option left to try was the hotel I feared most. As luck would have it, there was one room left. Was it luck? Had I manifested this into fruition out of fear? Or was the universe trying to send me a message? I still wonder to this day.

Reluctantly, we accepted the suite at the Quality Inn. Jacob was having a talk with the lovely lady at the front desk and getting our keys and room squared away while I stood in the center of the lobby. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, paying attention to my senses. A feeling of sadness washed over me, as if I knew these were the last steps I would take in this spot. I looked down at the floor, at my gray heeled boots, and the thought came over me again, "these are my last steps".

I snapped out of my stupor to join him at the desk. The nice lady gave him our keys with a smile and we headed toward the elevators. The ride up was uneventful aside from some spring breakers hopping on with us and we arrived on our floor in no time. Our suite was directly next to the elevator and I was excited to get in and settled. When Jacob slid the card to unlock the door, nothing happened. Slide again, nothing happened. Slide the other

card, nothing happened.

My mind at this point was not thinking supernatural but that

the nice lady at the desk either was too distracted by how

handsome Jacob is or she's not too bright! So we lugged

ourselves back down to get the keys fixed and after a game

of elevator tag with aforementioned hotel staff, we ultimately

gave up on getting a key that worked. She was nice enough

to prop the door open for us so we could at least get in.

The room was impressive in size, a living room with an adjacent bedroom and a large bed. An oddly renovated bathroom revealed a tiny tub that would barely fit a grown person. Not the room at The Bienville but a room nonetheless, the last one for miles at that. We made ourselves at home and interestingly enough, began discussing the haunted history of the hotel. Jacob was looking up the story of the hotel on his phone, teasing me that the room we were in was the one in all the stories (I had forgotten the actual room number). He told me something about a death that occurred there, of a music teacher. A suicide maybe? At this point I didn't know if it was just more teasing!

As the night progressed I tried very hard to not let my clairsentience take hold or even acknowledge that it existed. I felt that sadness in the lobby and I did NOT want to feel that again. Despite Jacob asking me about it and encouraging me (he is always curious and supportive of my abilities), I was reluctant. He had read that guests often smell smoke from room 208. I sensed that this energy, the one that ended his life here, did not consider himself a smoker but that he did it as a way of coping. Thinking that "maybe I should try this, other people do it...to help feel better".

I shook myself out of my own head and told Jacob that if I allow that door to fully open, it takes hold of me and I have no control of my speech and emotions. He eventually gave up and we didn't talk about it again. I'm incredibly thankful for this.

In the middle of the night, however, after he was fast asleep, the feelings came flooding in anyways. I didn't want to wake him so instead took to pacing in the living room. I didn't want to address this spirit directly as I had no means to protect myself and Harmony, my magical rock, was not with me. I couldn't ignore the thoughts, his thoughts, as much as I tried.

"This is it. The end. It's over." A sense of relief, of completion, yet of great sadness. I sighed and returned to bed, only to lay awake the entire night. We left early the next morning to pouring rain.

I don't miss the once Jameson Inn at all.