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Three nights in a haunted hotel room
The best thing about being an agnostic is that you don't have to live your life fearing the unknown. The worst thing is admitting the possibility that there might be something to fear after all.
Instead of pretending to have all the answers, my belief system ranks things in order of likelihood, and ghosts are pretty far down the list. Not as low as Santa Claus or the "we never landed on the Moon" conspiracy theory, but a poor ranking nonetheless. So when I heard that my hotel room in England was supposedly haunted, my only thought was that I'd bagged a good story for Gadling.
Unlike a lot of supposed hauntings, this one's actually based on a true story, related to me by local historian and folklorist Steven Wood.
Back in 1906, Haworth, Yorkshire, was holding its annual gala. Like in other years, brass bands played, entertainers wowed the crowd, and food stands sold all sorts of delicacies. This year, however, the people of Yorkshire had been promised something special. Lily Cove, a famed "aeronaut", was going to do a death-defying parachute jump from a balloon. This was only three years after Kitty Hawk, so nobody in the area had ever seen an airplane, and balloons were a rarity too. Seeing a lovely lady jump from one and land safely was something of a miracle.
Lily Cove stayed at The Old White Lion Hotel in Room 7, the very same room I had. While waiting for a day with good weather the glamorous aeronaut made many acquaintances in town and became very popular.
On June 11 the weather was fair and thousands gathered to see her performance. After she and her manager Captain Frederick Bidmead checked the balloon, she secured herself to a trapeze hanging from the bottom. The balloon soared into the air with Lily waving to the crowd with a handkerchief. The idea was that once she got to a good altitude, Lily would leap from the trapeze and a ripcord would open up her parachute. She'd then float gracefully to earth.
Gallery: The ghost of Lily Cove
The whole town went into mourning. Captain Bidmead, a veteran of 83 parachute descents, said he might never fly again. At the inquiry he gave the opinion that she'd deliberately separated herself from the parachute. He suggested that because she was drifting towards a reservoir and didn't know how to swim, she decided to get to the ground early. She must have thought she was much lower than she was and could land without injury. Others said she committed suicide, but there seemed no reason for this. The court ruled that Lily Cove died of "misadventure." Parliament soon banned parachute performances so such a tragedy would never happen again.
According to local ghost story collector and guide Philip Lister, it wasn't long before guests began reporting strange happenings in Room 7. Some woke up with a start, thinking they were falling through the air. Others saw an attractive young woman standing at the foot of their bed. The sightings have continued to the present day, and everyone in Haworth knows of Room 7's reputation.
I didn't hear any of this until I had spent my first night in the room. Tired from a day's travel from Madrid, I slept fine, although I woke up once, glanced at the clock, saw it was 4:10, and went back to sleep.
The next day one of my travel companions told me my room was haunted. She started telling me the story but I stopped her. I didn't want to be subject to suggestion. I wanted to test Room 7, and not have my own mind play tricks on me. The conversation turned to ghosts stories in general, and over the course of the day four of my nine travel companions told me they'd seen ghosts at least once in their lives. I was amazed. These educated, quite sane travel writers were telling me in all seriousness that they'd seen spirits. Nearly half of our group had a story to tell, and I didn't even get around to asking all of them! Apparitions from the beyond are more common than I supposed.
The second night I slept fine again, although I briefly woke up again shortly after 4am. I think it was 4:08, but I was too sleepy to be sure.
By my third night I'd heard the whole story. I even went on a ghost tour, which I'll describe in my next post in this series. So when I tucked myself in I knew just what had occurred to that poor woman who had stayed in my room. Once again I saw nothing, except I briefly woke up and looked at the clock.
It was 4:11 in the morning.
Waking in the middle of the night isn't unusual for me, but I never wake up at the exact same time three nights in a row. Is this significant? Well, by the third night I was wondering if I would again awake shortly after four, so that might have been autosuggestion. The time seems to have nothing to do with the haunting, since Lily did her ascent at seven o'clock in the evening.
So was Lily Cove waking me up? Probably not. The tricky thing about ghosts is they're unprovable. Even if I'd awoken to see a spectral woman at the foot of my bed, that wouldn't prove anything except I had a weird experience that could have been a hallucination. Yet ghost stories are found throughout history and in most if not all cultures. We seem to need ghost stories. That doesn't necessarily mean there's life beyond death or that dead people occasionally come back to scare the crap out of the living, but it does show ghosts are a part of the human experience. What they signify is something we'll probably never know, and not knowing is far more interesting than pretending you have all the answers.
Don't miss the rest of my series Exploring Yorkshire: ghosts, castles, and literature in England's north.
Coming up next: The good old days were horrible!
This trip was sponsored by VisitEngland and Welcome to Yorkshire, who really should have put someone more impressionable in Room 7.