Archive for January 24th, 2012

This past weekend, I went on a business trip and my boss let me take my close friend and cover artist, Anya Kelleye with me. We had a booth set up at the Inn at the Biltmore and that’s also where we stayed. Since this was a working trip, we didn’t really have time to do much, but we were able to at least tour the Biltmore mansion for about an hour. And that’s where something weird happened.

I write paranormal romance. I love paranormal stories. But, the thing is, I don’t BELIEVE in the paranormal. As a Christian, I can’t reconcile what the Bible says with the existence of ghosts. I’m a true skeptic when it comes to supernatural things, but I’m not a completely closed minded person. Anya and I were touring the house, and we had gone through several rooms, which I found interesting and beautiful. But I didn’t get any kind of weird vibes or feelings from them. Until we entered the tapestry room. This is a room that’s 90 feet long and there are several furniture groupings placed down the length of the room. When I entered that room, I had this overwhelming desire to cry. It was all I could do to hold it back. And I also had a desire to STAY THERE in the room. The feelings just flooded over me. When we left that room, the feeling was completely gone. I toured some other rooms with only an admiration and appreciation for what I was seeing. The tour took us back through the tapestry room and it happened again. I was choking back tears and pretty much freaking out for feeling that way. After we left the room, the feelings went away once again. And never returned in any other part of the house.

I can’t explain what happened. It wasn’t like I SAW anything or HEARD anything. I just FELT something. I’m still a little shaken by it. I’m a skeptic by nature, so this is a new thing for me. I hear people tell of all these experiences they’ve had, and I just kind of smile and nod, but I’ve never really believed them, even though I knew THEY believed it. (I don’t think they were lying to me.) So this is what I’m wondering. Even if I don’t believe in ghosts (although it would be cool if they were real), I’m thinking maybe a person leaves some kind of imprint behind. Some essence of themselves, of their personality. SOMETHING.

So what do you think? Do you believe in ghosts? Have you ever had a paranormal experience? What do you think was going on with me at the Biltmore? I would love to hear what you all think. This is all kind of intriguing.


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