My favorite ghost story ... - Beyond Tiki

SS Satan's Sin Member Imperial Beach, CA Joined: Jun 13, 2004 Posts: 729	SS Satan's Sin Posted posted on Thu, Oct 21, 2004 1:53 PM It’s almost Halloween, and I say it’s time for a good ghost story. And I mean TRUE ghost stories! Here’s mine: (WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT) Background: the Hotel del Coronado is famously haunted by a beautiful ghost. Her favorite haunt is room 3312, but she can also be seen in hallways, albeit briefly, and she is always in a 1890s outfit and has long black hair, and even though she has a mysterious and even piercing look, she is always described as being exceedingly hot. Her name is Kate Morgan. She and her husband were con artists working hotels up and down the West Coast. Kate was often approached by men in these hotels. She would say to her would-be suitor that they must seek dating permission from her “brother” (actually her husband). When the suitor-elect met the “brother,” the “b” would say the only way he could take the measure of a man was by seeing how he conducted himself at a game of cards. Thus the fleecing of the pigeon would begin. And then, in 1892, while preparing to work their scam at the great Hotel del Coronado, Kate informed her husband that she was pregnant. He promptly disappeared. Kate went to nearby San Diego, bought a pistol, went to the Hotel del and shot herself in the heart on the hotel’s back steps (where the tennis courts now stand). The hotel has been haunted ever since. The story I have to tell you: I have an Arab friend named Habib. To me he is just a great guy and a good friend, but women go absolutely crazy about him, something about dark good looks and smoldering eyes and a chiseled bod, I have no idea what it could be, but trust me he is the sort of guy who women send drinks (not that he drinks; he is a Muslim and very pious). Anyway, Habib is in the convention business and spends most of his time in top-grade hotels making sure the conventions/meetings he’s hired to supervise go well. So Habib comes to the Hotel del Coronado. He is given a room directly above room 3312. And is immediately creeped out by the room. But can’t say why. Has no idea there is supposed to be a ghost -- in fact, the first time he’d heard of the ghost was when he told me this story and I told him about the famous shade. Habib is filled with an unaccounted sense of dread. He hears the toilet flush by itself, and why he didn’t run from the room screaming I have no idea. He feels things are “diving” at him, and yet he stays. Almost as if he is a slave to this room. As if he no longer has a will of his own. He leaves the room to do his job and everything is fine. Comes back to the weird room as if obeying a wordless summons to lie on the bed in frozen dread. The closet seems to emanate a special menace of its own. As if it is the focus of all the strange goings-on. No way in the world he would even dare peek inside. Habib falls asleep. A sleep that comes to him more quickly and deeply than any he has ever known. And has a dream. In his dream he is in bed looking at the closet door ... the closet door slowly opens ... and a woman steps out. She is naked. And is the most gorgeous and exotic babe this side of an Hawaiian Tropic bikini contest. Her hair is long, and jet black. The beautiful woman climbs in bed and Habib proceeds to engage in the wildest, most passionate sex of his life. I mentioned that Habib is a strict Muslim, even though he gets tons of action. He wears a medallion around his neck, it is very precious to him, I forget of which Muslim holy figure the medallion might be, but it is equivalent to a St. Christopher’s medal. Anyway, Habib and the woman are having insane sex, and in the midst of the festivities the woman is on top ... she reaches down ... takes the medallion off Habib’s neck ... puts it around her own ... They continue having sex, finish, and -- inside Habib’s dream -- fall asleep in each other’s arms. Next morning Habib wakes up for real. The medallion is gone! Habib tears up the room, turns over the bed, looks everywhere -- the medallion’s very important to him, has lots of sentimental value, he never takes it off -- but it is nowhere to be found! And that, friends and neighbors, is my favorite ghost story. What’s yours?

It’s almost Halloween, and I say it’s time for a good ghost story. And I mean TRUE ghost stories!

Here’s mine:

(WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT)

Background: the Hotel del Coronado is famously haunted by a beautiful ghost. Her favorite haunt is room 3312, but she can also be seen in hallways, albeit briefly, and she is always in a 1890s outfit and has long black hair, and even though she has a mysterious and even piercing look, she is always described as being exceedingly hot.

Her name is Kate Morgan. She and her husband were con artists working hotels up and down the West Coast. Kate was often approached by men in these hotels. She would say to her would-be suitor that they must seek dating permission from her “brother” (actually her husband). When the suitor-elect met the “brother,” the “b” would say the only way he could take the measure of a man was by seeing how he conducted himself at a game of cards. Thus the fleecing of the pigeon would begin.

And then, in 1892, while preparing to work their scam at the great Hotel del Coronado, Kate informed her husband that she was pregnant. He promptly disappeared. Kate went to nearby San Diego, bought a pistol, went to the Hotel del and shot herself in the heart on the hotel’s back steps (where the tennis courts now stand).

The hotel has been haunted ever since.

The story I have to tell you:

I have an Arab friend named Habib. To me he is just a great guy and a good friend, but women go absolutely crazy about him, something about dark good looks and smoldering eyes and a chiseled bod, I have no idea what it could be, but trust me he is the sort of guy who women send drinks (not that he drinks; he is a Muslim and very pious).

Anyway, Habib is in the convention business and spends most of his time in top-grade hotels making sure the conventions/meetings he’s hired to supervise go well.

So Habib comes to the Hotel del Coronado. He is given a room directly above room 3312. And is immediately creeped out by the room. But can’t say why. Has no idea there is supposed to be a ghost -- in fact, the first time he’d heard of the ghost was when he told me this story and I told him about the famous shade.

Habib is filled with an unaccounted sense of dread. He hears the toilet flush by itself, and why he didn’t run from the room screaming I have no idea. He feels things are “diving” at him, and yet he stays. Almost as if he is a slave to this room. As if he no longer has a will of his own.

He leaves the room to do his job and everything is fine. Comes back to the weird room as if obeying a wordless summons to lie on the bed in frozen dread. The closet seems to emanate a special menace of its own. As if it is the focus of all the strange goings-on. No way in the world he would even dare peek inside.

Habib falls asleep. A sleep that comes to him more quickly and deeply than any he has ever known. And has a dream. In his dream he is in bed looking at the closet door ... the closet door slowly opens ... and a woman steps out. She is naked. And is the most gorgeous and exotic babe this side of an Hawaiian Tropic bikini contest. Her hair is long, and jet black.

The beautiful woman climbs in bed and Habib proceeds to engage in the wildest, most passionate sex of his life.

I mentioned that Habib is a strict Muslim, even though he gets tons of action. He wears a medallion around his neck, it is very precious to him, I forget of which Muslim holy figure the medallion might be, but it is equivalent to a St. Christopher’s medal.

Anyway, Habib and the woman are having insane sex, and in the midst of the festivities the woman is on top ... she reaches down ... takes the medallion off Habib’s neck ... puts it around her own ...

They continue having sex, finish, and -- inside Habib’s dream -- fall asleep in each other’s arms.

Next morning Habib wakes up for real.

The medallion is gone!

Habib tears up the room, turns over the bed, looks everywhere -- the medallion’s very important to him, has lots of sentimental value, he never takes it off -- but it is nowhere to be found!

And that, friends and neighbors, is my favorite ghost story.

What’s yours?

Post #120886 by Satan's Sin on Thu, Oct 21, 2004 1:53 PM