A visitor in the night
My team and I have spent the past few days investigating the Fairfield Inn. The Inn, which dates back to 1759, was pressed into service as a field hospital during the Confederate retreat from Gettysburg on July 4, 1863. It is also close to the Fairfield battlefield, a cavalry action that ended up with the U.S. 6th Cavalry getting torn to shreds.
The Inn is absolutely beautiful and a delight to stay in. Last night, my friends Brad and Barry Klinge were kind enough to phone in from their home in Texas and try a little ‘encouragement’ in order to get things rolling.
It looks like they succeeded. There were only two investigators in the Inn last night — myself and my colleague Catlyn. She slept in the JEB Stuart Room and I slept in the Patrick Henry Room. We left cameras and audio recorders running throughout the night, even after we both went to get some sleep at around 3 a.m.
At exactly 4:50 in the morning I was woken by the distinct sound of a door closing heavily somewhere downstairs — I believe it came from downstairs. When I looked out of my room, I could see that Catlyn’s door was still closed. “The chef must be here already,” I told myself rather stupidly, rolling over and going back to sleep.
Here’s an audio file of the door:
The next morning, before I had any opportunity to talk about the door, Catlyn remarked that at precisely 04:55 by the clock in her room, she was woken up due to feeling intensely cold. The JEB Stuart room had been warm when she went to bed, and was warm when she awakened the next morning — yet at 04:55 she was suddenly so cold that she pulled the covers up and over her head in an effort to get warm.
These two incidents happened within five minutes of each other. Coincidence…or something else?
The Fairfield Inn continues to delight and fascinate us with its many mysteries. I haven’t written my last word on the subject yet.Posted on: November 13, 2017Richard Estep