|A bedroom inside Mt. Vernon|
I visited Mount Vernon in the summer of 2015. I was in Virginia/D.C. for the fourth. It was my first time ever visiting and it was BOILING hot. I mean like 98 degrees outside, and dry (compared to my native South Florida).
It's hot. I'm wearing a tank top and sweating my a$# off. The house was built in the early 1700s/late 1600s, so it's safe to assume adding central cooling into the house might jeopardize its structural integrity. So, the only breeze entering any room of the house came from open windows.
But, I kept on enthusiastically through the house since I am a FANATIC for the founding fathers and their complex, rich histories.
Now, some of the rooms (the ones with more important artifacts, I suppose) have a plastic half-door over the door frames so as to allow visitors to peer into the room (sticking their heads and torsos in) and nothing else. Pretty standard stuff.
So the tour guide's taking us through the house, telling us about the history of the estate and the purpose of each room, and- finally- we reach George and Martha's bedroom. I'm SUPER excited at this point. I knew that this is the room George slept in (as well as the one where he died), and I was DYING to see what it looked like. I vaguely noticed that everyone else in the tour group was standing around the room, looking at it from afar in the hallway, but I paid that no mind.
Instead, I walked right up and peered past the half door. There, I saw his bedroom. I was in the room past my chest. I was looking around and felt it was absolutely FREEZING in the room. It wasn't like, mildly cold. It was like I had just stuck my face into a freezer cold.
I was confused (because NO other room was like that) and trying to find a source for the cold (a vent or an A/C unit outside the window) but there was none. The tour guide was talking about Martha's experience with Washington's ghost. Before I could ask more about it, I felt all the hair stand up on the back of my neck.
I mean like. In a way I've NEVER experienced before. And, from the center of the room, I felt somewhere staring at me. Like, intently staring at me. I felt their eyes move closer and closer, as if this spirit in the center of the room was walking towards me while staring me down. It was an intimidating presence. I knew immediately that it was him.
At this point, I was FREAKIN
|George Washington's Mt. Vernon Carriage|
Finally, after what felt like at least 30 minutes (but was probably more like 2), the eyes left me, and I was able to free myself, and I nearly fell trying to pull myself away. The tour guide looked at me like I had two heads and I tried to ask him if there was A/C in that room and he told me "no, of course not."
IN PART 2 OF GHOSTS AT MOUNT VERNON (NEXT BLOG) - You'll read about another person who felt freezing temperatures in that same bedroom!
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|"Ghosts and Spirits" and Lessons Learned from Talking to the Dead" by Rob Gutro|