INSERT INTO `wp_posts` VALUES (2071,1,'2010-11-20 10:25:43','2010-11-20 17:25:43','<p>Does this ever happen to you?  Someone tells you about \"something\" (a movie, restaurant, event, etc.), and you don\'t have time for it now, but you make a mental note to check out this \"something\" in the future. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then you promptly forget. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then someone else tells you about this \"something\", and you make a mental note that you should really look into this soon. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then you forget again because...WOW!... life can get crazy busy. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then a 3rd someone tells you about this \"something\" and how \"it\'s so you\" and you think that this is starting to get downright woo-woo and it must be a sign that you must not ignore this \"something\" any longer!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>(And it\'s kind of impossible to forget the \"something\" now that everyone and their uncle keeps bringing it up.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The \"something\" mentioned to me over the past couple of months is the movie <em>Vicky Cristina Barcelona.  </em>Kimeee, Kim C. (aka Garage Kim and no, she\'s not homeless) and someone else who I have since forgotten kept insisting that I see it.  I didn\'t think that I heard about it previously, and I\'m not a big movie renter.  We\'ve discussed before that it\'s hard for me to sit still, and hanging on the couch just doesn\'t happen for me unless I\'m sick. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But then the girls filled me in on the movie\'s featured attraction. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #666699;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">They had me at Javier Bardem.</span>  </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On Day 55, I needed an excuse to hang on my sofa and cuddle with my precious new puppy, Bella.  This \"Year of Living Curiously\" is all about soul-scintillation, and what can possibly me more scintilling than Javier Bardem and a snuggly bundle of fur???</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So I made my yearly trek to Blockbuster for the movie rental. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bella and I curled up on the sofa and pressed play. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Whoa.  Javier, you are one sexy Spaniard. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><strong>As my former voice teacher used to say, \"He can eat crackers in my bed anytime.\"</strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>What Kimeee, Garage Kim and forgotten friend failed to tell me is that this is a Woody Allen film!  His personal past is questionable, but you have to admit -- the man always cranks out a smart, funny, interesting screenplay.  His actors always deliver quirky, improvisational performances. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This was the best movie I\'ve seen in a looooooooooong time.  If you haven\'t seen it, then let this be your reminder!  Don\'t forget!  :-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>','Day 55:  Breathless over JB','','inherit','open','open','','2065-revision-5','','','2010-11-20 10:25:43','2010-11-20 17:25:43','',2065,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/20/2065-revision-5/',0,'revision','',0),(2072,1,'2010-11-20 10:26:51','2010-11-20 17:26:51','<p>Does this ever happen to you?  Someone tells you about \"something\" (a movie, restaurant, event, etc.), and you don\'t have time for it now, but you make a mental note to check out this \"something\" in the future. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then you promptly forget. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then someone else tells you about this \"something\", and you make a mental note that you should really look into this soon. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then you forget again because...WOW!... life can get crazy busy. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then a 3rd someone tells you about this \"something\" and how \"it\'s so you\" and you think that this is starting to get downright woo-woo and it must be a sign that you must not ignore this \"something\" any longer!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>(And it\'s kind of impossible to forget the \"something\" now that everyone and their uncle keeps bringing it up.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The \"something\" mentioned to me over the past couple of months is the movie <em>Vicky Cristina Barcelona.  </em>Kimeee, Kim C. (aka Garage Kim and no, she\'s not homeless) and someone else who I have since forgotten kept insisting that I see it.  I didn\'t think that I heard about it previously, and I\'m not a big movie renter.  We\'ve discussed before that it\'s hard for me to sit still, and hanging on the couch just doesn\'t happen for me unless I\'m sick. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But then the girls filled me in on the movie\'s featured attraction. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #666699;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">They had me at Javier Bardem.</span>  </span></strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On Day 55, I needed an excuse to hang on my sofa and cuddle with my precious new puppy, Bella.  This \"Year of Living Curiously\" is all about soul-scintillation, and what can possibly me more scintilling than Javier Bardem and a snuggly bundle of fur???</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So I made my yearly trek to Blockbuster for the movie rental. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bella and I curled up on the sofa and pressed play. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Whoa.  Javier, you are one sexy Spaniard. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><strong>As my former voice teacher used to say, \"He can eat crackers in my bed anytime.\"</strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>What Kimeee, Garage Kim and forgotten friend failed to tell me is that this is a Woody Allen film!  His personal past is questionable, but you have to admit -- the man always cranks out a smart, funny, interesting screenplay.  His actors always deliver quirky, improvisational performances. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This was the best movie I\'ve seen in a looooooooooong time.  If you haven\'t seen it, then let this be your reminder!  Don\'t forget!  :-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>','Day 55:  Breathless over JB','','inherit','open','open','','2065-revision-6','','','2010-11-20 10:26:51','2010-11-20 17:26:51','',2065,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/20/2065-revision-6/',0,'revision','',0),(2073,1,'2010-11-20 10:32:21','2010-11-20 17:32:21','','VickyCristinaBarcelona-poster','','inherit','open','open','','vickycristinabarcelona-poster','','','2010-11-20 10:32:21','2010-11-20 17:32:21','',2065,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/VickyCristinaBarcelona-poster.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(2075,1,'2010-11-20 10:34:07','2010-11-20 17:34:07','','VickyCristinaBarcelona-poster','','inherit','open','open','','vickycristinabarcelona-poster-2','','','2010-11-20 10:34:07','2010-11-20 17:34:07','',2065,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/VickyCristinaBarcelona-poster1.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(2074,1,'2010-11-20 10:32:47','2010-11-20 17:32:47','<p>Does this ever happen to you?  Someone tells you about \"something\" (a movie, restaurant, event, etc.), and you don\'t have time for it now, but you make a mental note to check out this \"something\" in the future. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And then you promptly forget. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And then someone else tells you about this \"something\", and you make a mental note that you should really look into this soon. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And then you forget again because...WOW!... life can get crazy busy. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And then a 3rd someone tells you about this \"something\" and how \"it\'s so you\" and you think that this is starting to get downright woo-woo and it must be a sign that you must not ignore this \"something\" any longer!! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>(And it\'s kind of impossible to forget the \"something\" now that everyone and their uncle keeps bringing it up.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The \"something\" mentioned to me over the past couple of months is the movie <em><strong><a href=\"http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0497465/\" target=\"_blank\">Vicky Cristina Barcelona.</a><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/VickyCristinaBarcelona-poster.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-2073\" title=\"VickyCristinaBarcelona-poster\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/VickyCristinaBarcelona-poster-202x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"202\" height=\"300\" /></a></strong>  </em>Kimeee, Kim C. (aka Garage Kim and no, she\'s not homeless) and someone else whom I have since forgotten kept insisting that I see it.  I didn\'t think that I heard about it previously, and I\'m not a big movie renter.  We\'ve discussed before that it\'s hard for me to sit still, and hanging on the couch just doesn\'t happen for me unless I\'m sick. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But then the girls filled me in on the movie\'s featured attraction. <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #666699;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">They had me at Javier Bardem.</span>  </span></strong></span></span><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On Day 55, I needed an excuse to hang on my sofa and cuddle with my precious new puppy, Bella.  This \"Year of Living Curiously\" is all about soul-scintillation, and what can possibly me more scintilling than Javier Bardem and a snuggly bundle of fur???</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>So I made my yearly trek to Blockbuster for the movie rental. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Bella and I curled up on the sofa and pressed play. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Whoa.  Javier, you are one sexy Spaniard. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><strong>As my former voice teacher used to say, \"He can eat crackers in my bed anytime.\"</strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>What Kimeee, Garage Kim and forgotten friend failed to tell me is that this is a Woody Allen film!  His personal past is questionable, but you have to admit -- the man always cranks out a smart, funny, interesting screenplay.  His actors always deliver quirky, improvisational performances. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>This was the best movie I\'ve seen in a looooooooooong time.  If you haven\'t seen it, then let this be your reminder!  Don\'t forget!  :-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>','Day 55:  Breathless over JB','','inherit','open','open','','2065-revision-7','','','2010-11-20 10:32:47','2010-11-20 17:32:47','',2065,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/20/2065-revision-7/',0,'revision','',0),(2076,1,'2010-11-20 10:35:44','2010-11-20 17:35:44','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/VickyCristinaBarcelona-poster1.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-2075\" title=\"VickyCristinaBarcelona-poster\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/VickyCristinaBarcelona-poster1-202x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"202\" height=\"300\" /></a>Does this ever happen to you?  Someone tells you about \"something\" (a movie, restaurant, event, etc.), and you don\'t have time for it now, but you make a mental note to check out this \"something\" in the future. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And then you promptly forget. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And then someone else tells you about this \"something\", and you make a mental note that you should really look into this soon. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And then you forget again because...WOW!... life can get crazy busy. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And then a 3rd someone tells you about this \"something\" and how \"it\'s so you\" and you think that this is starting to get downright woo-woo and it must be a sign that you must not ignore this \"something\" any longer!! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>(And it\'s kind of impossible to forget the \"something\" now that everyone and their uncle keeps bringing it up.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The \"something\" mentioned to me over the past couple of months is the movie <em><strong><a href=\"http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0497465/\" target=\"_blank\">Vicky Cristina Barcelona.</a></strong>  </em>Kimeee, Kim C. (aka Garage Kim and no, she\'s not homeless) and someone else whom I have since forgotten kept insisting that I see it.  I didn\'t think that I heard about it previously, and I\'m not a big movie renter.  We\'ve discussed before that it\'s hard for me to sit still, and hanging on the couch just doesn\'t happen for me unless I\'m sick. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But then the girls filled me in on the movie\'s featured attraction. <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #666699;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">They had me at Javier Bardem.</span>  </span></strong></span></span><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On Day 55, I needed an excuse to hang on my sofa and cuddle with my precious new puppy, Bella.  This \"Year of Living Curiously\" is all about soul-scintillation, and what can possibly me more scintilling than Javier Bardem and a snuggly bundle of fur???</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>So I made my yearly trek to Blockbuster for the movie rental. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Bella and I curled up on the sofa and pressed play. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Whoa.  Javier, you are one sexy Spaniard. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><strong>As my former voice teacher used to say, \"He can eat crackers in my bed anytime.\"</strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>What Kimeee, Garage Kim and forgotten friend failed to tell me is that this is a Woody Allen film!  His personal past is questionable, but you have to admit -- the man always cranks out a smart, funny, interesting screenplay.  His actors always deliver quirky, improvisational performances. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oh, yeah.  And fab<br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>This was the best movie I\'ve seen in a looooooooooong time.  If you haven\'t seen it, then let this be your reminder!  Don\'t forget!  :-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>','Day 55:  Breathless over JB','','inherit','open','open','','2065-revision-8','','','2010-11-20 10:35:44','2010-11-20 17:35:44','',2065,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/20/2065-revision-8/',0,'revision','',0),(2077,1,'2010-11-20 10:37:09','2010-11-20 17:37:09','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/VickyCristinaBarcelona-poster1.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-2075\" title=\"VickyCristinaBarcelona-poster\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/VickyCristinaBarcelona-poster1-202x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"202\" height=\"300\" /></a>Does this ever happen to you?  Someone tells you about \"something\" (a movie, restaurant, event, etc.), and you don\'t have time for it now, but you make a mental note to check out this \"something\" in the future. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And then you promptly forget. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And then someone else tells you about this \"something\", and you make a mental note that you should really look into this soon. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And then you forget again because...WOW!... life can get crazy busy. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And then a 3rd someone tells you about this \"something\" and how \"it\'s so you\" and you think that this is starting to get downright woo-woo and it must be a sign that you must not ignore this \"something\" any longer!! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>(And it\'s kind of impossible to forget the \"something\" now that everyone and their uncle keeps bringing it up.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The \"something\" mentioned to me over the past couple of months is the movie <em><strong><a href=\"http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0497465/\" target=\"_blank\">Vicky Cristina Barcelona.</a></strong>  </em>Kimeee, Kim C. (aka Garage Kim and no, she\'s not homeless) and someone else whom I have since forgotten kept insisting that I see it.  I didn\'t think that I heard about it previously, and I\'m not a big movie renter.  We\'ve discussed before that it\'s hard for me to sit still, and hanging on the couch just doesn\'t happen for me unless I\'m sick. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But then the girls filled me in on the movie\'s featured attraction. <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #666699;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">They had me at Javier Bardem.</span>  </span></strong></span></span><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On Day 55, I needed an excuse to hang on my sofa and cuddle with my precious new puppy, Bella.  This \"Year of Living Curiously\" is all about soul-scintillation, and what can possibly me more scintilling than Javier Bardem and a snuggly bundle of fur???</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>So I made my yearly trek to Blockbuster for the movie rental. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Bella and I curled up on the sofa and pressed play. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Whoa.  Javier, you are one sexy Spaniard. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><strong>As my former voice teacher used to say, \"He can eat crackers in my bed anytime.\"</strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>What Kimeee, Garage Kim and forgotten friend failed to tell me is that this is a Woody Allen film!  His personal past is questionable, but you have to admit -- the man always cranks out a smart, funny, interesting screenplay.  His actors always deliver quirky, improvisational performances. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oh, yeah.  And his movies always have fabulous soundtracks.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>This was the best movie I\'ve seen in a looooooooooong time.  If you haven\'t seen it, then let this be your reminder!  Don\'t forget!  :-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>','Day 55:  Breathless over JB','','inherit','open','open','','2065-revision-9','','','2010-11-20 10:37:09','2010-11-20 17:37:09','',2065,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/20/2065-revision-9/',0,'revision','',0),(2078,1,'2010-11-20 10:38:29','2010-11-20 17:38:29','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/VickyCristinaBarcelona-poster1.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-2075\" title=\"VickyCristinaBarcelona-poster\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/VickyCristinaBarcelona-poster1-202x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"202\" height=\"300\" /></a>Does this ever happen to you?  Someone tells you about \"something\" (a movie, restaurant, event, etc.), and you don\'t have time for it now, but you make a mental note to check out this \"something\" in the future. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And then you promptly forget. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And then someone else tells you about this \"something\", and you make a mental note that you should really look into this soon. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And then you forget again because...WOW!... life can get crazy busy. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And then a 3rd someone tells you about this \"something\" and how \"it\'s so you\" and you think that this is starting to get downright woo-woo and it must be a sign that you must not ignore this \"something\" any longer!! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>(And it\'s kind of impossible to forget the \"something\" now that everyone and their uncle keeps bringing it up.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The \"something\" mentioned to me over the past couple of months is the movie <em><strong><a href=\"http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0497465/\" target=\"_blank\">Vicky Cristina Barcelona.</a></strong>  </em>Kimeee, Kim C. (aka Garage Kim and no, she\'s not homeless) and someone else whom I have since forgotten kept insisting that I see it.  I didn\'t think that I heard about the film previously, and I\'m not a big movie renter.  We\'ve discussed before that it\'s hard for me to sit still, and hanging on the couch just doesn\'t happen for me unless I\'m sick. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But then the girls filled me in on the movie\'s featured attraction. <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #666699;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">They had me at Javier Bardem.</span>  </span></strong></span></span><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On Day 55, I needed an excuse to hang on my sofa and cuddle with my precious new puppy, Bella.  This \"Year of Living Curiously\" is all about soul-scintillation, and what can possibly me more scintilling than Javier Bardem and a snuggly bundle of fur???</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>So I made my yearly trek to Blockbuster for the movie rental. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Bella and I curled up on the sofa and pressed play. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Whoa.  Javier, you are one sexy Spaniard. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><strong>As my former voice teacher used to say, \"He can eat crackers in my bed anytime.\"</strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>What Kimeee, Garage Kim and forgotten friend failed to tell me is that this is a Woody Allen film!  His personal past is questionable, but you have to admit -- the man always cranks out a smart, funny, interesting screenplay.  His actors always deliver quirky, improvisational performances. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oh, yeah.  And his movies always have fabulous soundtracks.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>This was the best movie I\'ve seen in a looooooooooong time.  If you haven\'t seen it, then let this be your reminder!  Don\'t forget!  :-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>','Day 55:  Breathless over JB','','inherit','open','open','','2065-revision-10','','','2010-11-20 10:38:29','2010-11-20 17:38:29','',2065,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/20/2065-revision-10/',0,'revision','',0),(2079,1,'2010-11-20 10:38:56','2010-11-20 17:38:56','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/VickyCristinaBarcelona-poster1.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-2075\" title=\"VickyCristinaBarcelona-poster\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/VickyCristinaBarcelona-poster1-202x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"202\" height=\"300\" /></a>Does this ever happen to you?  Someone tells you about \"something\" (a movie, restaurant, event, etc.), and you don\'t have time for it now, but you make a mental note to check out this \"something\" in the future. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then you promptly forget. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then someone else tells you about this \"something\", and you make a mental note that you should really look into this soon. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then you forget again because...WOW!... life can get crazy busy. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then a 3rd someone tells you about this \"something\" and how \"it\'s so you\" and you think that this is starting to get downright woo-woo and it must be a sign that you must not ignore this \"something\" any longer!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>(And it\'s kind of impossible to forget the \"something\" now that everyone and their uncle keeps bringing it up.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The \"something\" mentioned to me over the past couple of months is the movie <em><strong><a href=\"http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0497465/\" target=\"_blank\">Vicky Cristina Barcelona.</a></strong>  </em>Kimeee, Kim C. (aka Garage Kim and no, she\'s not homeless) and someone else whom I have since forgotten kept insisting that I see it.  I didn\'t think that I heard about the film previously, and I\'m not a big movie renter.  We\'ve discussed before that it\'s hard for me to sit still, and hanging on the couch just doesn\'t happen for me unless I\'m sick. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But then the girls filled me in on the movie\'s featured attraction. <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #666699;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">They had me at Javier Bardem.</span>  </span></strong></span></span><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On Day 55, I needed an excuse to hang on my sofa and cuddle with my precious new puppy, Bella.  This \"Year of Living Curiously\" is all about soul-scintillation, and what can possibly me more scintilling than Javier Bardem and a snuggly bundle of fur???</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So I made my yearly trek to Blockbuster for the movie rental. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bella and I curled up on the sofa and pressed play. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Whoa.  Javier, you are one sexy Spaniard. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><strong>As my former voice teacher used to say, \"He can eat crackers in my bed anytime.\"</strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>What Kimeee, Garage Kim and forgotten friend failed to tell me is that this is a Woody Allen film!  His personal past is questionable, but you have to admit -- the man always cranks out a smart, funny, interesting screenplay.  His actors always deliver quirky, improvisational performances. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, yeah.  And his movies always have fabulous soundtracks. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This was the best movie I\'ve seen in a looooooooooong time.  If you haven\'t seen it, then let this be your reminder!  Don\'t forget!  :-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>','Day 55:  Breathless over JB','','inherit','open','open','','2065-revision-11','','','2010-11-20 10:38:56','2010-11-20 17:38:56','',2065,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/20/2065-revision-11/',0,'revision','',0),(2080,1,'2010-11-20 10:39:22','2010-11-20 17:39:22','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/VickyCristinaBarcelona-poster1.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-2075\" title=\"VickyCristinaBarcelona-poster\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/VickyCristinaBarcelona-poster1-202x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"202\" height=\"300\" /></a>Does this ever happen to you?  Someone tells you about \"something\" (a movie, restaurant, event, etc.), and you don\'t have time for it now, but you make a mental note to check out this \"something\" in the future. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then you promptly forget. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then someone else tells you about this \"something\", and you make a mental note that you should really look into this soon. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then you forget again because...WOW!... life can get crazy busy. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then a 3rd someone tells you about this \"something\" and how \"it\'s so you\" and you think that this is starting to get downright woo-woo and it must be a sign that you must not ignore this \"something\" any longer!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>(And it\'s kind of impossible to forget the \"something\" now that everyone and their uncle keeps bringing it up.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The \"something\" mentioned to me over the past couple of months is the movie <em><strong><a href=\"http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0497465/\" target=\"_blank\">Vicky Cristina Barcelona.</a></strong>  </em>Kimeee, Kim C. (aka Garage Kim and no, she\'s not homeless) and someone else whom I have since forgotten kept insisting that I see it.  I didn\'t think that I heard about the film previously, and I\'m not a big movie renter.  We\'ve discussed before that it\'s hard for me to sit still, and hanging on the couch just doesn\'t happen for me unless I\'m sick. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But then the girls filled me in on the movie\'s featured attraction. <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #666699;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">They had me at Javier Bardem.</span>  </span></strong></span></span><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On Day 55, I needed an excuse to hang on my sofa and cuddle with my precious new puppy, Bella.  This \"Year of Living Curiously\" is all about soul-scintillation, and what can possibly me more scintilling than Javier Bardem and a snuggly bundle of fur???</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So I made my yearly trek to Blockbuster for the movie rental. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bella and I curled up on the sofa and pressed play. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Whoa.  Javier, you are one sexy Spaniard. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><strong>As my former voice teacher used to say, \"He can eat crackers in my bed anytime.\"</strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>What Kimeee, Garage Kim and forgotten friend failed to tell me is that this is a Woody Allen film!  His personal past is questionable, but you have to admit -- the man always cranks out a smart, funny, interesting screenplay.  His actors always deliver quirky, improvisational performances. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, yeah.  And his movies always have fabulous soundtracks. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This was the best movie I\'ve seen in a looooooooooong time.  If you haven\'t seen it, then let this be your reminder!  Don\'t forget!  :-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 55:  Breathless over JB','','inherit','open','open','','2065-revision-12','','','2010-11-20 10:39:22','2010-11-20 17:39:22','',2065,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/20/2065-revision-12/',0,'revision','',0),(2081,1,'2010-11-20 10:39:56','2010-11-20 17:39:56','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/VickyCristinaBarcelona-poster1.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-2075\" title=\"VickyCristinaBarcelona-poster\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/VickyCristinaBarcelona-poster1-202x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"202\" height=\"300\" /></a>Does this ever happen to you?  Someone tells you about \"something\" (a movie, restaurant, event, etc.), and you don\'t have time for it now, but you make a mental note to check out this \"something\" in the future. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then you promptly forget. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then someone else tells you about this \"something\", and you make a mental note that you should really look into this soon. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then you forget again because...WOW!... life can get crazy busy. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then a 3rd someone tells you about this \"something\" and how \"it\'s so you\" and you think that this is starting to get downright woo-woo and it must be a sign that you must not ignore this \"something\" any longer!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>(And it\'s kind of impossible to forget the \"something\" now that everyone and their uncle keeps bringing it up.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The \"something\" mentioned to me over the past couple of months is the movie <em><strong><a href=\"http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0497465/\" target=\"_blank\">Vicky Cristina Barcelona.</a></strong>  </em>Kimeee, Kim C. (aka Garage Kim and no, she\'s not homeless) and someone else whom I have since forgotten kept insisting that I see it.  I didn\'t think that I heard about the film previously, and I\'m not a big movie renter.  We\'ve discussed before that it\'s hard for me to sit still, and hanging on the couch just doesn\'t happen for me unless I\'m sick. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But then the girls filled me in on the movie\'s featured attraction. <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #666699;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">They had me at Javier Bardem.</span>  </span></strong></span></span><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On Day 55, I needed an excuse to hang on my sofa and cuddle with my precious new puppy, Bella.  This \"Year of Living Curiously\" is all about soul-scintillation, and what can possibly me more scintilling than Javier Bardem and a snuggly bundle of fur???</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So I made my yearly trek to Blockbuster for the movie rental. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bella and I curled up on the sofa and pressed play. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Whoa.  Javier, you are one sexy Spaniard. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><strong>As my former voice teacher used to say, \"He can eat crackers in my bed anytime.\"</strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>What Kimeee, Garage Kim and forgotten friend failed to tell me is that this is a Woody Allen film!  His personal past is questionable, but you have 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wp-image-2088\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB2001821-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>When I heard the name of this event, I had to go.  Hilarious!  Bella\'s first doggie music festival!  :-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In 2008, Woofstock won the award of \"Outstanding Community Special Event\" by the Arizona Parks and Recreation Association.  I can see why! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The event took over the massive Tumbleweed Park.  The tail-wagging festivities included:  the Great Chandler Dog Walk, Concert for Critters, Pet Contests, Raffle Prizes, Interactive Demonstrations, Dog Massages, Pet Psychic, Mini Bark Park, and other pet-friendly vendors.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My favorite vendor was Heaven to Home candles.  They donate a portion of their proceeds from their 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src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200183-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Why, of course!  I won the puppy lotto!  She\'s simply the sweetest and most well-behaved puppy on the planet!  :-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Unlike Woodstock, Woofstock offered no illegal recreational activities.  No hashish dog biscuits to be found!  Some of the hyper dogs probably could have used some, but this was a family event. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As I write this, Bella is passed out next to me on the couch. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Whew!  Woofstock was exhausting! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2090\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz\"]<a 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/></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200183.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2089\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200183-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Why, of course!  I won the puppy lotto!  She\'s simply the sweetest and most well-behaved puppy on the planet!  :-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Unlike Woodstock, Woofstock offered no illegal recreational activities.  No hashish dog biscuits to be found!  Some of the hyper dogs probably could have used some, but this was a family event. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As I write this, Bella is passed out next to me on the couch.  Whew!  Woofstock was exhausting! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200184.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2090\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200184-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 56:  Woofstock ','','inherit','open','open','','2082-revision-7','','','2010-11-21 20:10:52','2010-11-22 03:10:52','',2082,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/21/2082-revision-7/',0,'revision','',0),(2094,1,'2010-11-21 20:12:27','2010-11-22 03:12:27','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB2001821.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-2088\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB2001821-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>When I heard the name of this event, I had to go.  Hilarious!  Bella\'s first doggie music festival!  :-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In 2008, Woofstock won the award of \"Outstanding Community Special Event\" by the Arizona Parks and Recreation Association.  I can see why! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The event took over the massive Tumbleweed Park.  The tail-wagging festivities included:  the Great Chandler Dog Walk, Concert for Critters, Pet Contests, Raffle Prizes, Interactive Demonstrations, Dog Massages, Pet Psychic, Mini Bark Park, and other pet-friendly vendors.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My favorite vendor was Heaven to Home candles.  They donate a portion of their proceeds from their Angels for Animals collection to animal welfare.  My favorite is the Iced Lemon Biscotti.  Check out their website at <a href=\"http://www.HeavenToHome.net\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>www.HeavenToHome.net</strong></a><strong>.</strong>  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Little Miss Bella was once again a \"hit\".  Everyone who gazed upon her melted at her extreme cuteness.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />After Bella and I took in the sights, sounds, and smells, we headed over to the Free Dog Massages.  Bella\'s masseuse commented, \"I can\'t believe how calm she is.  She\'s not stressed at all!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200183.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2089\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200183-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Why, of course!  I won the puppy lotto!  She\'s simply the sweetest and most well-behaved puppy on the planet!  :-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Unlike Woodstock, Woofstock offered no illegal recreational activities.  No hashish dog biscuits to be found!  Some of the hyper dogs probably could have used some, but this was a family event. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As I write this, Bella is passed out next to me on the couch.  Whew!  Woofstock was exhausting! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200184.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2090\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200184-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 56:  Woofstock ','','inherit','open','open','','2082-revision-8','','','2010-11-21 20:12:27','2010-11-22 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href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200183.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2089\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200183-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Why, of course!  I won the puppy lotto!  She\'s simply the sweetest and most well-behaved puppy on the planet!  :-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Unlike Woodstock, Woofstock offered no illegal recreational activities.  No hashish dog biscuits to be found!  Some of the hyper dogs probably could have used some, but this was a family event. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As I write this, Bella is passed out next to me on the couch.  Whew!  Woofstock was exhausting! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200184.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2090\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200184-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 56:  Woofstock ','','inherit','open','open','','2082-revision-9','','','2010-11-21 20:12:35','2010-11-22 03:12:35','',2082,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/21/2082-revision-9/',0,'revision','',0),(2096,1,'2010-11-21 20:18:19','2010-11-22 03:18:19','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB2001821.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-2088\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB2001821-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>When I heard the name of this event, I had to go.  Hilarious!  Bella\'s first doggie music festival!  :-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In 2008, Woofstock won the award of \"Outstanding Community Special Event\" by the Arizona Parks and Recreation Association.  I can see why! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The event took over the massive Tumbleweed Park.  The tail-wagging festivities included:  the Great Chandler Dog Walk, Concert for Critters, Pet Contests, Raffle Prizes, Interactive Demonstrations, Dog Massages, Pet Psychic, Mini Bark Park, and other pet-friendly vendors.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>My favorite vendor was Heaven to Home candles.  They donate a portion of their proceeds from their Angels for Animals collection to animal welfare.  My favorite is the Iced Lemon Biscotti.  Check out their website at <a href=\"http://www.HeavenToHome.net\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>www.HeavenToHome.net</strong></a><strong>.</strong>  <br 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Psychic, Mini Bark Park, and other pet-friendly vendors.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>My favorite vendor was Heaven to Home candles.  They donate a portion of their proceeds from their Angels for Animals collection to animal welfare.  My favorite is the Iced Lemon Biscotti.  Check out their website at <a href=\"http://www.HeavenToHome.net\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>www.HeavenToHome.net</strong></a><strong>.</strong>  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Little Miss Bella was once again a \"hit\".  Everyone who gazed upon her melted at her extreme cuteness.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />After Bella and I took in the sights, sounds, and smells, we headed over to the Free Dog Massages.  Bella\'s masseuse commented, \"I can\'t believe how calm she is.  She\'s not stressed at all!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_2089\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Who can turn down a free massage? \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200183.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2089\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200183-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Why, of course!  I won the puppy lotto!  She\'s simply the sweetest and most well-behaved puppy on the planet!  :-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Unlike Woodstock, Woofstock offered no illegal recreational activities.  No hashish dog biscuits to be found!  Some of the hyper dogs probably could have used some, but this was a family event. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As I write this, Bella is passed out next to me on the couch. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Whew!  Woofstock was exhausting! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_2090\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200184.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2090\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200184-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 56:  Woofstock ','','inherit','open','open','','2082-revision-11','','','2010-11-21 20:21:01','2010-11-22 03:21:01','',2082,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/21/2082-revision-11/',0,'revision','',0),(2098,1,'2010-11-23 03:11:42','2010-11-23 10:11:42','<span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Holy Orbs, Batman!</span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"> </span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">You\'re not going to believe the photo below!!</span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFirst I need to set up our ghostly adventure.  You didn\'t think I was going to whip out the photo right away and kill the suspense, did you?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOn Day 57, the four Ghost Huntresses (me, Christy Jo, Becky Jo, and Sarah) abandoned the comfort and safety of our homes to check into one of the most haunted places in the world.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIn case you were wondering, yes, we\'re nuts.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd also a lot of fun.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd exceptionally brave when Patron is involved.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe arrived at the <a href=\"http://www.jeromegrandhotel.net/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Jerome Grand Hotel</strong> </a>around dinner time.  The dark and <span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">stormy</span> chilly full moon night set the stage for an eerie everning.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe Jerome Grand Hotel sits on the top of the hill over the town of Jerome which we all agreed looked uber-creepy.  Christy Jo started panicking as she drove up the hill.  Apparently, she noticed a bedroom light flashing on and off.   This coupled with the (no) vacancy sign flickering only a \"cy\" reminded her way too much of the Bates motel.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Even I, with all of my bravado, had a \"What the hell have I gotten us into?!?!\" moment.</span></span></strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe all shrieked like school girls as we unloaded our bags from the car.  We schlepped up to the hotel and checked in with a front desk attendant who (God bless him) had no idea that I was about to grill him with 15 minutes worth of questions.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nNow that I think about it, his rambling and long-winded answers were probably a ploy to keep the excited hottie girls from Phoenix down in the uneventful lobby for as long as he could.  His scheme worked.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">We found out that our Room 10 had seen \"activity\".  </span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nChristy Jo flipped through the guest log and found entries for Room 10 which included bed covers flung off in the middle of the night.  The rest of it I can\'t tell you.  I seemed to have blocked it out as a protective mechanism.  If you want, I can go through hypnosis for another blog day to uncover the lost memory.  Or Christy Jo could just comment below, I suppose.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhen I stumbled around the hotel website prior to our visit, I unearthed stories of wheezing and coughing coming from room corners.  (The hotel was formerly a hospital.  And yes, there were mental patients because I asked in my 15 minute round of questioning.  I knew there had to be some reason why their restaurant is named The Asylum.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIf you\'re not catching my drift, there could be crazy ghosts floating around the hotel which is somehow more unnerving than sane ghosts.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOther guest experiences have included (but have not been limited to) strange noises, TVs turning on and off, voices, and unexplained smells of dust and flowers.  There have also been reports of cigarette and whisky smells which I think is most obviously a dead country music singer living it up in the afterlife.\r\n\r\n<br class=\"spacer_\" />Guests also claim to have seen orbs of light, ectoplasm (wtf?!), apparations of a nurse, and a woman in white.  According to legend, the woman and her baby died in childbirth.  The woman in white is distraught over the treatment of her child who was buried in an unmarked grave.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Are you scared yet?  :-o </span></span></span></strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHere\'s a first-hand account from my friend, Perry, who didn\'t believe in ghosts until after his stay at the Jerome Grand Hotel.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIn the middle of the night, Perry heard kids running up and down the hall.  The kids didn\'t let up, so Perry exited his room to tell them to stop.  There was no one there.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhen he returned to his bed, the kids ran amuck again.  Perry was officially pissed.  He swung open the door to an empty hallway.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nPerry then camped out behind the door with his hand on the knob.  As soon as he heard the kids directly outside his room, he flung open the door.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>No one was there!!!!!  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></strong></span></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<br class=\"spacer_\" />At that moment, Perry converted to a believer.  <em>Duh. </em>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnywho, back to the Ghost Huntresses stalled in the lobby by the wordy front desk attendant...\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhen the girls wanted to strangle me for delaying dinner, I graciously thanked Mr. Front Desk Guy, and we were off!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOr up, to be precise.  We boarded an old-fashioned elevator that is supposed to be haunted by the ghost of Claude Harvey.  Claude reportedly met with foul play in the elevator shaft.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe creaked open the door to Room 10 and...\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>Boo!  </strong></span></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nNothing happened.  Just wanted to make sure you are still with me.  :-)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nGhost Huntress Sarah immediately scoured the room while I acted like a ghost paparazzi with my camera.  Guests previously captured images and orbs of light at various locations in the hotel.  You can see those pictures <strong><a href=\"http://www.jeromeghosthunting.com/Ghost%20Hunt%20Photos.htm\" target=\"_blank\">here</a>.  </strong>\r\n\r\n<strong> </strong>\r\n\r\nTech savvy Ghost Huntresses Christy Jo and Becky Jo whipped out their iPad and iPhone featuring the Ghost Radar app.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">Apple, you crack me up.  Ghost Radar app?!?! </span></span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"> </span></span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!</span></span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nGhost Radar not only lit up like a Christmas tree with \"activity\", but it also spat out words that Becky Jo swore pertained to us!  Again, I have blocked out those words in my post-haunted-amnesia, so the other Ghost Huntresses really need to chime in and comment below.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIn the midst of all this mayhem, I excused myself to the ladies room.  After I finished my business, I stood in the bathroom and...\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">I screamed bloody murder!!! </span></strong></span></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nTo freak the girls out.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nNothing happened this time either.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe girls gasped, \"Michelle?!?!\" from the room, but when I threw open the door, I found them huddled on the other side of the room ready to make an escape.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI made a mental note that I seriously hoped nothing otherworldly happened that night.  My fellow Ghost Huntresses would be of no help and would be outta there faster than you can say, \"Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!\"\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAfter this flurry of photo ops and ghost radar apps, we decided to step out to dinner.  The restaurant was conveniently located right outside our room.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs we entered the lobby, a really ugly/scary statue of a twisted wee man sat on an old wheelchair.  Christy insisted that I pose for a photo.  She directed me to pretend to push the wheelchair from behind.  I, always the method actress, performed a mute scream this time around.  A false alarm with your friends is one thing; a false alarm with dinner guests could get me kicked out of the joint.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nChristy Jo then spazzed out about something with my camera.  I tuned her out while wondering what kind of food The Asylum served.  Becky Jo flipped out as well as she brought me my camera.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd now it\'s time for the photo reveal.  May I have a drum roll, please?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUh-huh.  Those are orbs, baby.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong>Holy Sh#%balls!!!!! </strong></span></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI nearly hyperventilated.  I just took dozens of photos of the room, and those images were crystal clear!!!  Well...all of them except one.  Look closely at the back of Sarah\'s leg.  It\'s not a bleach stain, my friends.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2109\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIt\'s a frickin\' orb!!!!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nNow...when Kimeee saw this photo upon my return, she asked, \"What are these \'orbs\'?  Have you researched them?  What are they supposedly comprised of?\"\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut Kimeee is an attorney, and therefore thinks about things logically and rationally on a daily basis.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI, as her right-brained artsy fartsy friend, see balls of unknown nature in a photo, think back to the mention of orbs on the hotel website, and need no further explanation.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Do you?!?! </span></strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nLadies and 3 token gents, let\'s be perfectly candid with each other, shall we?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>THERE IS NO LOGICAL EXPLANATION!!!! </strong></span></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThere was nothing on my camera lens.  There were no special lighting effects in the hotel lobby as evidenced by subsequent photos in the same location.  You have my word that I did not alter the photo in any way, shape or form.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI believe I mentioned that the location of the orbs was merely several feet from our room?!?!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhen you experience the supernatural within 15 minutes of arriving at your room, it\'s time to call out the big guns.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFor the rest of the evening, our fear<span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">less</span>ful heroines had become comfortably numb.  So who knows if anything else happened.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe did scour the hallways with our Ghost Radar and cameras later on with no trace of anything alarming.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIn my humble opinion, the orbs were more than enough.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nSo there you have it.  The Ghost Huntresses continue to be ghost magnets. <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/17/day-51-we-see-dead-people/\" target=\"_blank\">(See Day 51 for our backstory.) </a></strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong> </strong>\r\n\r\n<strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">We are now accepting offers for our own </span></span></strong>\r\n\r\n<strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"> </span></span></strong>\r\n\r\n<strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">Ghost </span></span></strong><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">Huntresses TV show. </span> </span></strong>\r\n\r\n<strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span></strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe\'re prettier, smarter, and infinitely more talented than those morons on <em>The Jersey Shore</em>.  If they can land a TV gig, why can\'t we?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong>Here\'s my pitch to The Discovery Channel:  </strong></span></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong> </strong></span></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong>Charlie\'s Angels Meets Ghostbusters.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></strong></span></span>\r\n\r\n<strong><br class=\"spacer_\" /></strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDreams do come true, my friends.  Dreams do come true!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n***************************************\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nScroll down for more \"interesting\" photos.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2111\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>\r\n\r\nNone of us noticed this on that fateful night.  You can see another orb in the foreground.  Click the photo, enlarge, and look at what is near Ghost Huntress Becky Jo\'s ankle.  (She\'s the one sitting on the bed while checking out Ghost Radar.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>Is that ectoplasm?!?!</strong></span></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200194.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2134\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200194-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>\r\n\r\nThis was taken immediately after discovering the orbs in the Orbs Gone Wild! photo above.  A few remnant orbs are still around and ready for their close-up.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210198.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2136\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210198-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>\r\n\r\nInnocuous photo of me goofing off again.  This and the tequila shot photo were both taken with my camera.  I told you there was nothing on the lens!  :-o\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Day 57:  We Saw Dead People (or if you want to be technical, \"orbs\")','','publish','open','open','','day-57-we-saw-dead-people-or-if-you-want-to-be-technical-orbs','','\nhttp://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/17/day-51-we-see-dead-people/','2012-03-21 00:11:45','2012-03-21 07:11:45','',0,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?p=2098',0,'post','',16),(9977,1,'2012-03-12 22:08:12','2012-03-13 05:08:12','<span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Holy crap!</span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"> </span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">You\'re not going to believe the photo below!!</span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFirst I need to set up our ghostly adventure.  You didn\'t think I was going to whip out the photo right away and kill the suspense, did you?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOn Day 57, the four Ghost Huntresses (me, Christy Jo, Becky Jo, and Sarah) abandoned the comfort and safety of our homes to check into one of the most haunted places in the world.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIn case you were wondering, yes, we\'re nuts.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd also a lot of fun.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd exceptionally brave when Patron is involved.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe arrived at the <a href=\"http://www.jeromegrandhotel.net/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Jerome Grand Hotel</strong> </a>around dinner time.  The dark and <span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">stormy</span> chilly full moon night set the stage for an eerie everning.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe Jerome Grand Hotel sits on the top of the hill over the town of Jerome which we all agreed looked uber-creepy.  Christy Jo started panicking as she drove up the hill.  Apparently, she noticed a bedroom light flashing on and off.   This coupled with the (no) vacancy sign flickering only a \"cy\" reminded her way too much of the Bates motel.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Even I, with all of my bravado, had a \"What the hell have I gotten us into?!?!\" moment.</span></span></strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe all shrieked like school girls as we unloaded our bags from the car.  We schlepped up to the hotel and checked in with a front desk attendant who (God bless him) had no idea that I was about to grill him with 15 minutes worth of questions.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nNow that I think about it, his rambling and long-winded answers were probably a ploy to keep the excited hottie girls from Phoenix down in the uneventful lobby for as long as he could.  His scheme worked.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">We found out that our Room 10 had seen \"activity\".  </span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nChristy Jo flipped through the guest log and found entries for Room 10 which included bed covers flung off in the middle of the night.  The rest of it I can\'t tell you.  I seemed to have blocked it out as a protective mechanism.  If you want, I can go through hypnosis for another blog day to uncover the lost memory.  Or Christy Jo could just comment below, I suppose.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhen I stumbled around the hotel website prior to our visit, I unearthed stories of wheezing and coughing coming from room corners.  (The hotel was formerly a hospital.  And yes, there were mental patients because I asked in my 15 minute round of questioning.  I knew there had to be some reason why their restaurant is named The Asylum.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIf you\'re not catching my drift, there could be crazy ghosts floating around the hotel which is somehow more unnerving than sane ghosts.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOther guest experiences have included (but have not been limited to) strange noises, TVs turning on and off, voices, and unexplained smells of dust and flowers.  There have also been reports of cigarette and whisky smells which I think is most obviously a dead country music singer living it up in the afterlife.\r\n\r\n<br class=\"spacer_\" />Guests also claim to have seen orbs of light, ectoplasm (wtf?!), apparations of a nurse, and a woman in white.  According to legend, the woman and her baby died in childbirth.  The woman in white is distraught over the treatment of her child who was buried in an unmarked grave.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Are you scared yet?  :-o </span></span></span></strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHere\'s a first-hand account from my friend, Perry, who didn\'t believe in ghosts until after his stay at the Jerome Grand Hotel.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIn the middle of the night, Perry heard kids running up and down the hall.  The kids didn\'t let up, so Perry exited his room to tell them to stop.  There was no one there.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhen he returned to his bed, the kids ran amuck again.  Perry was officially pissed.  He swung open the door to an empty hallway.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nPerry then camped out behind the door with his hand on the knob.  As soon as he heard the kids directly outside his room, he flung open the door.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>No one was there!!!!!  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></strong></span></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<br class=\"spacer_\" />At that moment, Perry converted to a believer.  <em>Duh. </em>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnywho, back to the Ghost Huntresses stalled in the lobby by the wordy front desk attendant...\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhen the girls wanted to strangle me for delaying dinner, I graciously thanked Mr. Front Desk Guy, and we were off!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOr up, to be precise.  We boarded an old-fashioned elevator that is supposed to be haunted by the ghost of Claude Harvey.  Claude reportedly met with foul play in the elevator shaft.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe creaked open the door to Room 10 and...\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>Boo!  </strong></span></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nNothing happened.  Just wanted to make sure you are still with me.  :-)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nGhost Huntress Sarah immediately scoured the room while I acted like a ghost paparazzi with my camera.  Guests previously captured images and orbs of light at various locations in the hotel.  You can see those pictures <strong><a href=\"http://www.jeromeghosthunting.com/Ghost%20Hunt%20Photos.htm\" target=\"_blank\">here</a>.  </strong>\r\n\r\n<strong> </strong>\r\n\r\nTech savvy Ghost Huntresses Christy Jo and Becky Jo whipped out their iPad and iPhone featuring the Ghost Radar app.\r\n\r\n<br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">Apple, you crack me up.  Ghost Radar app?!?! </span></span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"> </span></span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!</span></span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\nGhost Radar not only lit up like a Christmas tree with \"activity\", but it also spat out words that Becky Jo swore pertained to us!  Again, I have blocked out those words in my post-haunted-amnesia, so the other Ghost Huntresses really need to chime in and comment below.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIn the midst of all this mayhem, I excused myself to the ladies room.  After I finished my business, I stood in the bathroom and...\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">I screamed bloody murder!!! </span></strong></span></span>\r\n\r\n<br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\nTo freak the girls out.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nNothing happened this time either.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe girls gasped, \"Michelle?!?!\" from the room, but when I threw open the door, I found them huddled on the other side of the room ready to make an escape.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI made a mental note that I seriously hoped nothing otherworldly happened that night.  My fellow Ghost Huntresses would be of no help and would be outta there faster than you can say, \"Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!\"\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAfter this flurry of photo ops and ghost radar apps, we decided to step out to dinner.  The restaurant was conveniently located right outside our room.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs we entered the lobby, a really ugly/scary statue of a twisted wee man sat on an old wheelchair.  Christy insisted that I pose for a photo.  She directed me to pretend to push the wheelchair from behind.  I, always the method actress, performed a mute scream this time around.  A false alarm with your friends is one thing; a false alarm with dinner guests could get me kicked out of the joint.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nChristy Jo then spazzed out about something with my camera.  I tuned her out while wondering what kind of food The Asylum served.  Becky Jo flipped out as well as she brought me my camera.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd now it\'s time for the photo reveal.  May I have a drum roll, please?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUh-huh.  Those are orbs, baby.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong>Holy Sh#%balls!!!!! </strong></span></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI nearly hyperventilated.  I just took dozens of photos of the room, and those images were crystal clear!!!  Well...all of them except one.  Look closely at the back of Sarah\'s leg.  It\'s not a bleach stain, my friends.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2109\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIt\'s a frickin\' orb!!!!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nNow...when Kimeee saw this photo upon my return, she asked, \"What are these \'orbs\'?  Have you researched them?  What are they supposedly comprised of?\"\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut Kimeee is an attorney, and therefore thinks about things logically and rationally on a daily basis.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI, as her right-brained artsy fartsy friend, see balls of unknown nature in a photo, think back to the mention of orbs on the hotel website, and need no further explanation.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Do you?!?! </span></strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nLadies and 3 token gents, let\'s be perfectly candid with each other, shall we?\r\n\r\n<br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>THERE IS NO LOGICAL EXPLANATION!!!! </strong></span></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThere was nothing on my camera lens.  There were no special lighting effects in the hotel lobby as evidenced by subsequent photos in the same location.  You have my word that I did not alter the photo in any way, shape or form.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI believe I mentioned that the location of the orbs was merely several feet from our room?!?!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhen you experience the supernatural within 15 minutes of arriving at your room, it\'s time to call out the big guns.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFor the rest of the evening, our fear<span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">less</span>ful heroines had become comfortably numb.  So who knows if anything else happened.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe did scour the hallways with our Ghost Radar and cameras later on with no trace of anything alarming.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIn my humble opinion, the orbs were more than enough.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nSo there you have it.  The Ghost Huntresses continue to be ghost magnets. <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/17/day-51-we-see-dead-people/\" target=\"_blank\">(See Day 51 for our backstory.) </a></strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong> </strong>\r\n\r\n<strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">We are now accepting offers for our own </span></span></strong>\r\n\r\n<strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"> </span></span></strong>\r\n\r\n<strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">Ghost </span></span></strong><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">Huntresses TV show. </span> </span></strong>\r\n\r\n<strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span></strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe\'re prettier, smarter, and infinitely more talented than those morons on <em>The Jersey Shore</em>.  If they can land a TV gig, why can\'t we?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong>Here\'s my pitch to The Discovery Channel:  </strong></span></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong> </strong></span></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong>Charlie\'s Angels Meets Ghostbusters.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></strong></span></span>\r\n\r\n<strong><br class=\"spacer_\" /></strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDreams do come true, my friends.  Dreams do come true!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n***************************************\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nScroll down for more \"interesting\" photos.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2111\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>\r\n\r\nNone of us noticed this on that fateful night.  You can see another orb in the foreground.  Click the photo, enlarge, and look at what is near Ghost Huntress Becky Jo\'s ankle.  (She\'s the one sitting on the bed while checking out Ghost Radar.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>Is that ectoplasm?!?!</strong></span></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200194.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2134\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200194-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>\r\n\r\nThis was taken immediately after discovering the orbs in the Orbs Gone Wild! photo above.  A few remnant orbs are still around and ready for their close-up.\r\n\r\n<br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210198.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2136\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210198-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>\r\n\r\nInnocuous photo of me goofing off again.  This and the tequila shot photo were both taken with my camera.  I told you there was nothing on the lens!  :-o\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Day 57:  We Saw Dead People (or if you want to be technical, \"orbs\")','','inherit','open','open','','2098-revision-64','','','2012-03-12 22:08:12','2012-03-13 05:08:12','',2098,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/03/12/2098-revision-64/',0,'revision','',0),(2099,1,'2010-11-22 19:39:17','2010-11-23 02:39:17','<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Holy crap.  You\'re not going to believe the photo below!!!!! </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But first I need to set up our adventure.  I\'m not going to whip out the photo now and kill the suspense. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>As mentioned on Day 53</strong>,  the four Ghost Huntresses (me, Christy Jo, Becky Jo, and Sarah) abandoned the comfort and safety of our homes to check into one of the most haunted places in the world.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In case you were wondering, yes, we\'re nuts. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And also a lot of fun. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And exceptionally brave when Patron is involved. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We arrived at the Jerome Grand Hotel around dinner time.  The dark and <span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">stormy</span> chilly full moon night set the stage for our ghostly everning. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The hotel sits on the top of the hill over the town of Jerome which we all agreed was super creepy.  Christy Jo drove and started freaking out as we schlepped up the hill.  Apparently, she noticed a bedroom light flashing on and off.   This coupled with the (no) vacancy sign flickering only a \"cy\" reminded her way too much of the Bates motel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 57:  We Saw Dead People (or if you want to be technical, \"orbs\")','','inherit','open','open','','2098-revision','','','2010-11-22 19:39:17','2010-11-23 02:39:17','',2098,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/22/2098-revision/',0,'revision','',0),(2100,1,'2010-11-22 19:52:18','2010-11-23 02:52:18','<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Holy crap.  You\'re not going to believe the photo below!!!!! </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But first I need to set up our ghostly adventure.  I\'m not going to whip out the photo now and kill the suspense. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>As mentioned on Day 53</strong>,  the four Ghost Huntresses (me, Christy Jo, Becky Jo, and Sarah) abandoned the comfort and safety of our homes to check into one of the most haunted places in the world.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In case you were wondering, yes, we\'re nuts. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And also a lot of fun. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And exceptionally brave when Patron is involved. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We arrived at the Jerome Grand Hotel around dinner time.  The dark and <span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">stormy</span> chilly full moon night set the stage for an eerie everning. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The hotel sits on the top of the hill over the town of Jerome which we all agreed was super creepy.  Christy Jo started freaking out as she drove up the hill.  Apparently, she noticed a bedroom light flashing on and off.   This coupled with the (no) vacancy sign flickering only a \"cy\" reminded her way too much of the Bates motel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Even I, with all of my bravado, had a \"What the hell have I gotten us into?!?!\" moment.</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We all shrieked like school girls from the car as we unloaded our bags.  We schlepped up to the hotel and checked in with an attendant who (god bless him) had no idea that I was about to pepper him with 15 minutes worth of questions. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now that I think about it, his rambling and long-winded answers were probably a ploy to keep the hot and excited girls from Phoenix down in the quiet lobby for as long as he could.  It worked. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We found out that our Room 10 had seen \"activity\".  Christy Jo flipped through the guest log and found entries for Room 10 which included bed covers flung off in the middle of the night.  The rest of it I can\'t tell you.  I seemed to have blocked it out as a protective mechanism.  If you want, I can go through hypnosis for another blog day to uncover the lost memory.  Or Christy Jo could just comment below, I suppose. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When I checked out the hotel website prior to our visit, I unearthed stories of wheezing and coughing coming from a corner of the room.  (The hotel was formerly a hospital.  And yes, there were mental patients because I asked in my 15 minute round of questioning.  I knew there had to be some reason why their restaurant is named The Asy</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 57:  We Saw Dead People (or if you want to be technical, \"orbs\")','','inherit','open','open','','2098-revision-2','','','2010-11-22 19:52:18','2010-11-23 02:52:18','',2098,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/22/2098-revision-2/',0,'revision','',0),(2101,1,'2010-11-22 20:07:06','2010-11-23 03:07:06','<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Holy crap.  You\'re not going to believe the photo below!!!!! </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But first I need to set up our ghostly adventure.  I\'m not going to whip out the photo now and kill the suspense. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>As mentioned on Day 53</strong>,  the four Ghost Huntresses (me, Christy Jo, Becky Jo, and Sarah) abandoned the comfort and safety of our homes to check into one of the most haunted places in the world.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In case you were wondering, yes, we\'re nuts. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And also a lot of fun. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And exceptionally brave when Patron is involved. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We arrived at the Jerome Grand Hotel around dinner time.  The dark and <span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">stormy</span> chilly full moon night set the stage for an eerie everning. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The hotel sits on the top of the hill over the town of Jerome which we all agreed was super creepy.  Christy Jo started freaking out as she drove up the hill.  Apparently, she noticed a bedroom light flashing on and off.   This coupled with the (no) vacancy sign flickering only a \"cy\" reminded her way too much of the Bates motel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Even I, with all of my bravado, had a \"What the hell have I gotten us into?!?!\" moment.</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We all shrieked like school girls from the car as we unloaded our bags.  We schlepped up to the hotel and checked in with an attendant who (god bless him) had no idea that I was about to pepper him with 15 minutes worth of questions. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now that I think about it, his rambling and long-winded answers were probably a ploy to keep the hot and excited girls from Phoenix down in the quiet lobby for as long as he could.  It worked. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We found out that our Room 10 had seen \"activity\".  Christy Jo flipped through the guest log and found entries for Room 10 which included bed covers flung off in the middle of the night.  The rest of it I can\'t tell you.  I seemed to have blocked it out as a protective mechanism.  If you want, I can go through hypnosis for another blog day to uncover the lost memory.  Or Christy Jo could just comment below, I suppose. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When I checked out the hotel website prior to our visit, I unearthed stories of wheezing and coughing coming from a corner of the room.  (The hotel was formerly a hospital.  And yes, there were mental patients because I asked in my 15 minute round of questioning.  I knew there had to be some reason why their restaurant is named The Asylum.) </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Other guest experiences include (but are not limited to) strange noises, TV\'s turning on and off, voices, and unexplained smells of dust, flowers, cigarettes and whiskey. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Guests claim to have seen apparations of a nurse as well as a woman in white.  According to legend, the woman and her babydied in childbirth.  The woman in white is distraught over the treatment of her child who was buried in an unmarked grave. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We also have the story of my friend, Perry, who didn\'t believe in ghosts until after his stay at the Jerome Grand Hotel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the middle of the night, Perry heard kids running up and down the hall.  The kids didn\'t let up, so Perry exited his room to tell them to stop.  There was no one there. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When he returned to his bed, the kids ran amuck again.  Perry was offically pissed.  He swung open the door to no one. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Perry then camped out behind the door with his hand on the knob.  As soon as he heard the kids directly outside his room, he flung open the door. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>No one was there!!!!!  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Holy <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 57:  We Saw Dead People (or if you want to be technical, \"orbs\")','','inherit','open','open','','2098-revision-3','','','2010-11-22 20:07:06','2010-11-23 03:07:06','',2098,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/22/2098-revision-3/',0,'revision','',0),(2102,1,'2010-11-22 20:46:41','2010-11-23 03:46:41','<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Holy crap.  You\'re not going to believe the photo below!!!!! </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But first I need to set up our ghostly adventure.  I\'m not going to whip out the photo now and kill the suspense. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>As mentioned on Day 53</strong>,  the four Ghost Huntresses (me, Christy Jo, Becky Jo, and Sarah) abandoned the comfort and safety of our homes to check into one of the most haunted places in the world.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In case you were wondering, yes, we\'re nuts. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And also a lot of fun. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And exceptionally brave when Patron is involved. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We arrived at the Jerome Grand Hotel around dinner time.  The dark and <span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">stormy</span> chilly full moon night set the stage for an eerie everning. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The hotel sits on the top of the hill over the town of Jerome which we all agreed was super creepy.  Christy Jo started freaking out as she drove up the hill.  Apparently, she noticed a bedroom light flashing on and off.   This coupled with the (no) vacancy sign flickering only a \"cy\" reminded her way too much of the Bates motel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Even I, with all of my bravado, had a \"What the hell have I gotten us into?!?!\" moment.</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We all shrieked like school girls from the car as we unloaded our bags.  We schlepped up to the hotel and checked in with a front desk attendant who (god bless him) had no idea that I was about to pepper him with 15 minutes worth of questions. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now that I think about it, his rambling and long-winded answers were probably a ploy to keep the excited hottie girls from Phoenix down in the quiet lobby for as long as he could.  It worked. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We found out that our Room 10 had seen \"activity\".  Christy Jo flipped through the guest log and found entries for Room 10 which included bed covers flung off in the middle of the night.  The rest of it I can\'t tell you.  I seemed to have blocked it out as a protective mechanism.  If you want, I can go through hypnosis for another blog day to uncover the lost memory.  Or Christy Jo could just comment below, I suppose. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When I checked out the hotel website prior to our visit, I unearthed stories of wheezing and coughing coming from a corner of the room.  (The hotel was formerly a hospital.  And yes, there were mental patients because I asked in my 15 minute round of questioning.  I knew there had to be some reason why their restaurant is named The Asylum.) </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Other guest experiences include (but are not limited to) strange noises, TV\'s turning on and off, voices, and unexplained smells of dust, flowers, cigarettes and whiskey. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Guests claim to have seen apparations of a nurse as well as a woman in white.  According to legend, the woman and her babydied in childbirth.  The woman in white is distraught over the treatment of her child who was buried in an unmarked grave. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We also have the story of my friend, Perry, who didn\'t believe in ghosts until after his stay at the Jerome Grand Hotel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the middle of the night, Perry heard kids running up and down the hall.  The kids didn\'t let up, so Perry exited his room to tell them to stop.  There was no one there. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When he returned to his bed, the kids ran amuck again.  Perry was offically pissed.  He swung open the door to no one. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Perry then camped out behind the door with his hand on the knob.  As soon as he heard the kids directly outside his room, he flung open the door. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>No one was there!!!!!  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />At that moment, Perry converted to a believer.  Duh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Anywho, back to the Ghost Huntresses stalled in the lobby by the wordy front desk attendant.  When the girls wanted to strangle me for delaying dinner, I graciously thanked Mr. Front Desk Guy, and we were off! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Or up, to be precise.  We boarded an old-fashioned elevator that is supposed to be haunted by the ghost of Claude Harvey.  Claude reportedly met with foul play in the elevator shaft. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We creaked open the door to Room 10 and...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>Boo!  </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Nothing happened.  Just wanted to make sure you are still with me.  :-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The Ghost Huntress Sarah immediately scoured the room while I acted like a ghost paparazzi with my camera.  Guests previously captured images and orbs of light at various locations in the hotel.  You can see those pictures <strong>here.  </strong></p>\n\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\n\n<p>Tech savvy Ghost Huntresses Christy Jo and Becky Jo whipped out their iPad and iPhone featuring the Ghost Radar app. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Apple, you crack me up.  Ghost Radar app?!?!  hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p>Ghost Radar not only lit up like a Christmas tree with \"activity\", but it also spat out words that Becky Jo swore pertained to us!  Again, I have blocked out those words in my post-haunted-amnesia, so the other girls really need to step up and comment below. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I excused myself to the ladies room.  After I finished my business, I stood in the bathroom and...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>I screamed bloody murder!!! </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>To freak the girls out.  Nothing happened this time either.  The girls gasped, \"Michelle?!?!\" from the room, but when I threw open the door, I found them huddled on the other side of the room ready to make an escape. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I made a mental note that I seriously hoped nothing other-wordly happened that night.  My fellow Ghost Huntresses would be of no help and would be outta there faster than you can say, \"Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>After this flurry of photo ops and ghost radar apps, we decided to step out to dinner.  The restaurant was conveniently located right outside our room. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As we entered the lobby, a really ugly/scary statue of a twisted wee man sat on an old wheelchair.  Christy insisted that I pose for a photo.  She directed me to pretend to push the wheelchair from behind.  I, a method actress, also performed a mute scream.  A false alarm with your friends is one thing; a false alarm with dinner guests could get me kicked out of the joint. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Christy Jo then spazzed out about something with my camera.  I tuned her out as I wondered what kind of food The Asylum served.  Becky Jo flipped out as well as she brought me my camera. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And now it\'s time for the photo reveal.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Uh-huh.  Those are orbs of light baby. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Holy Sh#%balls!!!!! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I nearly hyperventilated.  I just took dozens of photos of the room, and those images were as crystal clear!!!  Well...all of them except one.  Look closely at the back of Sarah\'s leg.  It\'s not a bleach stain, my friends. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s a frickin\' orb!!!! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 57:  We Saw Dead People (or if you want to be technical, \"orbs\")','','inherit','open','open','','2098-revision-4','','','2010-11-22 20:46:41','2010-11-23 03:46:41','',2098,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/22/2098-revision-4/',0,'revision','',0),(2103,1,'2010-11-22 20:47:48','2010-11-23 03:47:48','<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Holy crap.  You\'re not going to believe the photo below!!!!! </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But first I need to set up our ghostly adventure.  I\'m not going to whip out the photo now and kill the suspense. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>As mentioned on Day 53</strong>,  the four Ghost Huntresses (me, Christy Jo, Becky Jo, and Sarah) abandoned the comfort and safety of our homes to check into one of the most haunted places in the world.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In case you were wondering, yes, we\'re nuts. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And also a lot of fun. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And exceptionally brave when Patron is involved. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We arrived at the Jerome Grand Hotel around dinner time.  The dark and <span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">stormy</span> chilly full moon night set the stage for an eerie everning. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The hotel sits on the top of the hill over the town of Jerome which we all agreed was super creepy.  Christy Jo started freaking out as she drove up the hill.  Apparently, she noticed a bedroom light flashing on and off.   This coupled with the (no) vacancy sign flickering only a \"cy\" reminded her way too much of the Bates motel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Even I, with all of my bravado, had a \"What the hell have I gotten us into?!?!\" moment.</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We all shrieked like school girls from the car as we unloaded our bags.  We schlepped up to the hotel and checked in with a front desk attendant who (god bless him) had no idea that I was about to pepper him with 15 minutes worth of questions. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now that I think about it, his rambling and long-winded answers were probably a ploy to keep the excited hottie girls from Phoenix down in the quiet lobby for as long as he could.  It worked. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We found out that our Room 10 had seen \"activity\".  Christy Jo flipped through the guest log and found entries for Room 10 which included bed covers flung off in the middle of the night.  The rest of it I can\'t tell you.  I seemed to have blocked it out as a protective mechanism.  If you want, I can go through hypnosis for another blog day to uncover the lost memory.  Or Christy Jo could just comment below, I suppose. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When I checked out the hotel website prior to our visit, I unearthed stories of wheezing and coughing coming from a corner of the room.  (The hotel was formerly a hospital.  And yes, there were mental patients because I asked in my 15 minute round of questioning.  I knew there had to be some reason why their restaurant is named The Asylum.) </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Other guest experiences include (but are not limited to) strange noises, TV\'s turning on and off, voices, and unexplained smells of dust, flowers, cigarettes and whiskey. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Guests claim to have seen apparations of a nurse as well as a woman in white.  According to legend, the woman and her babydied in childbirth.  The woman in white is distraught over the treatment of her child who was buried in an unmarked grave. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We also have the story of my friend, Perry, who didn\'t believe in ghosts until after his stay at the Jerome Grand Hotel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the middle of the night, Perry heard kids running up and down the hall.  The kids didn\'t let up, so Perry exited his room to tell them to stop.  There was no one there. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When he returned to his bed, the kids ran amuck again.  Perry was offically pissed.  He swung open the door to no one. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Perry then camped out behind the door with his hand on the knob.  As soon as he heard the kids directly outside his room, he flung open the door. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>No one was there!!!!!  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />At that moment, Perry converted to a believer.  Duh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Anywho, back to the Ghost Huntresses stalled in the lobby by the wordy front desk attendant.  When the girls wanted to strangle me for delaying dinner, I graciously thanked Mr. Front Desk Guy, and we were off! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Or up, to be precise.  We boarded an old-fashioned elevator that is supposed to be haunted by the ghost of Claude Harvey.  Claude reportedly met with foul play in the elevator shaft. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We creaked open the door to Room 10 and...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>Boo!  </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Nothing happened.  Just wanted to make sure you are still with me.  :-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The Ghost Huntress Sarah immediately scoured the room while I acted like a ghost paparazzi with my camera.  Guests previously captured images and orbs of light at various locations in the hotel.  You can see those pictures <strong>here.  </strong></p>\n\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\n\n<p>Tech savvy Ghost Huntresses Christy Jo and Becky Jo whipped out their iPad and iPhone featuring the Ghost Radar app. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Apple, you crack me up.  Ghost Radar app?!?!  hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p>Ghost Radar not only lit up like a Christmas tree with \"activity\", but it also spat out words that Becky Jo swore pertained to us!  Again, I have blocked out those words in my post-haunted-amnesia, so the other girls really need to step up and comment below. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I excused myself to the ladies room.  After I finished my business, I stood in the bathroom and...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>I screamed bloody murder!!! </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>To freak the girls out.  Nothing happened this time either.  The girls gasped, \"Michelle?!?!\" from the room, but when I threw open the door, I found them huddled on the other side of the room ready to make an escape. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I made a mental note that I seriously hoped nothing other-wordly happened that night.  My fellow Ghost Huntresses would be of no help and would be outta there faster than you can say, \"Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>After this flurry of photo ops and ghost radar apps, we decided to step out to dinner.  The restaurant was conveniently located right outside our room. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As we entered the lobby, a really ugly/scary statue of a twisted wee man sat on an old wheelchair.  Christy insisted that I pose for a photo.  She directed me to pretend to push the wheelchair from behind.  I, a method actress, also performed a mute scream.  A false alarm with your friends is one thing; a false alarm with dinner guests could get me kicked out of the joint. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Christy Jo then spazzed out about something with my camera.  I tuned her out as I wondered what kind of food The Asylum served.  Becky Jo flipped out as well as she brought me my camera. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And now it\'s time for the photo reveal.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Uh-huh.  Those are orbs of light baby. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Holy Sh#%balls!!!!! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I nearly hyperventilated.  I just took dozens of photos of the room, and those images were as crystal clear!!!  Well...all of them except one.  Look closely at the back of Sarah\'s leg.  It\'s not a bleach stain, my friends. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s a frickin\' orb!!!! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 57:  We Saw Dead People (or if you want to be technical, \"orbs\")','','inherit','open','open','','2098-revision-5','','','2010-11-22 20:47:48','2010-11-23 03:47:48','',2098,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/22/2098-revision-5/',0,'revision','',0),(2104,1,'2010-11-22 20:48:46','2010-11-23 03:48:46','<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Holy crap.  You\'re not going to believe the photo below!!!!! </span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But first I need to set up our ghostly adventure.  I\'m not going to whip out the photo now and kill the suspense. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>As mentioned on Day 53</strong>,  the four Ghost Huntresses (me, Christy Jo, Becky Jo, and Sarah) abandoned the comfort and safety of our homes to check into one of the most haunted places in the world.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In case you were wondering, yes, we\'re nuts. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And also a lot of fun. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And exceptionally brave when Patron is involved. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We arrived at the Jerome Grand Hotel around dinner time.  The dark and <span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">stormy</span> chilly full moon night set the stage for an eerie everning. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The hotel sits on the top of the hill over the town of Jerome which we all agreed was super creepy.  Christy Jo started freaking out as she drove up the hill.  Apparently, she noticed a bedroom light flashing on and off.   This coupled with the (no) vacancy sign flickering only a \"cy\" reminded her way too much of the Bates motel. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Even I, with all of my bravado, had a \"What the hell have I gotten us into?!?!\" moment.</span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We all shrieked like school girls from the car as we unloaded our bags.  We schlepped up to the hotel and checked in with a front desk attendant who (god bless him) had no idea that I was about to pepper him with 15 minutes worth of questions. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now that I think about it, his rambling and long-winded answers were probably a ploy to keep the excited hottie girls from Phoenix down in the quiet lobby for as long as he could.  It worked. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We found out that our Room 10 had seen \"activity\".  Christy Jo flipped through the guest log and found entries for Room 10 which included bed covers flung off in the middle of the night.  The rest of it I can\'t tell you.  I seemed to have blocked it out as a protective mechanism.  If you want, I can go through hypnosis for another blog day to uncover the lost memory.  Or Christy Jo could just comment below, I suppose. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When I checked out the hotel website prior to our visit, I unearthed stories of wheezing and coughing coming from a corner of the room.  (The hotel was formerly a hospital.  And yes, there were mental patients because I asked in my 15 minute round of questioning.  I knew there had to be some reason why their restaurant is named The Asylum.) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Other guest experiences include (but are not limited to) strange noises, TV\'s turning on and off, voices, and unexplained smells of dust, flowers, cigarettes and whiskey. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Guests claim to have seen apparations of a nurse as well as a woman in white.  According to legend, the woman and her babydied in childbirth.  The woman in white is distraught over the treatment of her child who was buried in an unmarked grave. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We also have the story of my friend, Perry, who didn\'t believe in ghosts until after his stay at the Jerome Grand Hotel. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In the middle of the night, Perry heard kids running up and down the hall.  The kids didn\'t let up, so Perry exited his room to tell them to stop.  There was no one there. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When he returned to his bed, the kids ran amuck again.  Perry was offically pissed.  He swung open the door to no one. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Perry then camped out behind the door with his hand on the knob.  As soon as he heard the kids directly outside his room, he flung open the door. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>No one was there!!!!!  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />At that moment, Perry converted to a believer.  Duh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Anywho, back to the Ghost Huntresses stalled in the lobby by the wordy front desk attendant.  When the girls wanted to strangle me for delaying dinner, I graciously thanked Mr. Front Desk Guy, and we were off! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Or up, to be precise.  We boarded an old-fashioned elevator that is supposed to be haunted by the ghost of Claude Harvey.  Claude reportedly met with foul play in the elevator shaft. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We creaked open the door to Room 10 and...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>Boo!  </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Nothing happened.  Just wanted to make sure you are still with me.  :-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The Ghost Huntress Sarah immediately scoured the room while I acted like a ghost paparazzi with my camera.  Guests previously captured images and orbs of light at various locations in the hotel.  You can see those pictures <strong>here.  </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>Tech savvy Ghost Huntresses Christy Jo and Becky Jo whipped out their iPad and iPhone featuring the Ghost Radar app. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Apple, you crack me up.  Ghost Radar app?!?!  hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!</span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ghost Radar not only lit up like a Christmas tree with \"activity\", but it also spat out words that Becky Jo swore pertained to us!  Again, I have blocked out those words in my post-haunted-amnesia, so the other girls really need to step up and comment below. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I excused myself to the ladies room.  After I finished my business, I stood in the bathroom and...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>I screamed bloody murder!!! </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>To freak the girls out.  Nothing happened this time either.  The girls gasped, \"Michelle?!?!\" from the room, but when I threw open the door, I found them huddled on the other side of the room ready to make an escape. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I made a mental note that I seriously hoped nothing other-wordly happened that night.  My fellow Ghost Huntresses would be of no help and would be outta there faster than you can say, \"Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>After this flurry of photo ops and ghost radar apps, we decided to step out to dinner.  The restaurant was conveniently located right outside our room. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As we entered the lobby, a really ugly/scary statue of a twisted wee man sat on an old wheelchair.  Christy insisted that I pose for a photo.  She directed me to pretend to push the wheelchair from behind.  I, a method actress, also performed a mute scream.  A false alarm with your friends is one thing; a false alarm with dinner guests could get me kicked out of the joint. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Christy Jo then spazzed out about something with my camera.  I tuned her out as I wondered what kind of food The Asylum served.  Becky Jo flipped out as well as she brought me my camera. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And now it\'s time for the photo reveal.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-huh.  Those are orbs of light baby. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Holy Sh#%balls!!!!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I nearly hyperventilated.  I just took dozens of photos of the room, and those images were as crystal clear!!!  Well...all of them except one.  Look closely at the back of Sarah\'s leg.  It\'s not a bleach stain, my friends. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It\'s a frickin\' orb!!!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 57:  We Saw Dead People (or if you want to be technical, \"orbs\")','','inherit','open','open','','2098-revision-6','','','2010-11-22 20:48:46','2010-11-23 03:48:46','',2098,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/22/2098-revision-6/',0,'revision','',0),(2105,1,'2010-11-22 21:10:38','2010-11-23 04:10:38','','OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA','','inherit','open','open','','olympus-digital-camera-102','','','2010-11-22 21:10:38','2010-11-23 04:10:38','',2098,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(2106,1,'2010-11-22 21:14:09','2010-11-23 04:14:09','<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Holy crap.  You\'re not going to believe the photo below!!!!! </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But first I need to set up our ghostly adventure.  I\'m certainly not going to whip out the photo now and kill the suspense. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong> </strong></p>\n\n<p>I,  the four Ghost Huntresses (me, Christy Jo, Becky Jo, and Sarah) abandoned the comfort and safety of our homes to check into one of the most haunted places in the world.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In case you were wondering, yes, we\'re nuts. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And also a lot of fun. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And exceptionally brave when Patron is involved. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We arrived at the Jerome Grand Hotel around dinner time.  The dark and <span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">stormy</span> chilly full moon night set the stage for an eerie everning. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The hotel sits on the top of the hill over the town of Jerome which we all agreed was super creepy.  Christy Jo started freaking out as she drove up the hill.  Apparently, she noticed a bedroom light flashing on and off.   This coupled with the (no) vacancy sign flickering only a \"cy\" reminded her way too much of the Bates motel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Even I, with all of my bravado, had a \"What the hell have I gotten us into?!?!\" moment.</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We all shrieked like school girls from the car as we unloaded our bags.  We schlepped up to the hotel and checked in with a front desk attendant who (god bless him) had no idea that I was about to pepper him with 15 minutes worth of questions. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now that I think about it, his rambling and long-winded answers were probably a ploy to keep the excited hottie girls from Phoenix down in the quiet lobby for as long as he could.  It worked. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We found out that our Room 10 had seen \"activity\".  Christy Jo flipped through the guest log and found entries for Room 10 which included bed covers flung off in the middle of the night.  The rest of it I can\'t tell you.  I seemed to have blocked it out as a protective mechanism.  If you want, I can go through hypnosis for another blog day to uncover the lost memory.  Or Christy Jo could just comment below, I suppose. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When I checked out the hotel website prior to our visit, I unearthed stories of wheezing and coughing coming from a corner of the room.  (The hotel was formerly a hospital.  And yes, there were mental patients because I asked in my 15 minute round of questioning.  I knew there had to be some reason why their restaurant is named The Asylum.) </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Other guest experiences include (but are not limited to) strange noises, TV\'s turning on and off, voices, and unexplained smells of dust, flowers, cigarettes and whiskey. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Guests claim to have seen apparations of a nurse as well as a woman in white.  According to legend, the woman and her babydied in childbirth.  The woman in white is distraught over the treatment of her child who was buried in an unmarked grave. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We also have the story of my friend, Perry, who didn\'t believe in ghosts until after his stay at the Jerome Grand Hotel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the middle of the night, Perry heard kids running up and down the hall.  The kids didn\'t let up, so Perry exited his room to tell them to stop.  There was no one there. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When he returned to his bed, the kids ran amuck again.  Perry was offically pissed.  He swung open the door to no one. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Perry then camped out behind the door with his hand on the knob.  As soon as he heard the kids directly outside his room, he flung open the door. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>No one was there!!!!!  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />At that moment, Perry converted to a believer.  Duh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Anywho, back to the Ghost Huntresses stalled in the lobby by the wordy front desk attendant.  When the girls wanted to strangle me for delaying dinner, I graciously thanked Mr. Front Desk Guy, and we were off! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Or up, to be precise.  We boarded an old-fashioned elevator that is supposed to be haunted by the ghost of Claude Harvey.  Claude reportedly met with foul play in the elevator shaft. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We creaked open the door to Room 10 and...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>Boo!  </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Nothing happened.  Just wanted to make sure you are still with me.  :-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The Ghost Huntress Sarah immediately scoured the room while I acted like a ghost paparazzi with my camera.  Guests previously captured images and orbs of light at various locations in the hotel.  You can see those pictures <strong>here.  </strong></p>\n\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\n\n<p>Tech savvy Ghost Huntresses Christy Jo and Becky Jo whipped out their iPad and iPhone featuring the Ghost Radar app. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Apple, you crack me up.  Ghost Radar app?!?!  hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p>Ghost Radar not only lit up like a Christmas tree with \"activity\", but it also spat out words that Becky Jo swore pertained to us!  Again, I have blocked out those words in my post-haunted-amnesia, so the other girls really need to step up and comment below. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I excused myself to the ladies room.  After I finished my business, I stood in the bathroom and...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>I screamed bloody murder!!! </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>To freak the girls out.  Nothing happened this time either.  The girls gasped, \"Michelle?!?!\" from the room, but when I threw open the door, I found them huddled on the other side of the room ready to make an escape. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I made a mental note that I seriously hoped nothing other-wordly happened that night.  My fellow Ghost Huntresses would be of no help and would be outta there faster than you can say, \"Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>After this flurry of photo ops and ghost radar apps, we decided to step out to dinner.  The restaurant was conveniently located right outside our room. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As we entered the lobby, a really ugly/scary statue of a twisted wee man sat on an old wheelchair.  Christy insisted that I pose for a photo.  She directed me to pretend to push the wheelchair from behind.  I, a method actress, also performed a mute scream.  A false alarm with your friends is one thing; a false alarm with dinner guests could get me kicked out of the joint. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Christy Jo then spazzed out about something with my camera.  I tuned her out as I wondered what kind of food The Asylum served.  Becky Jo flipped out as well as she brought me my camera. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And now it\'s time for the photo reveal.  May I have a drum roll, please?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p> <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Uh-huh.  Those are orbs of light baby. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Holy Sh#%balls!!!!! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I nearly hyperventilated.  I just took dozens of photos of the room, and those images were as crystal clear!!!  Well...all of them except one.  Look closely at the back of Sarah\'s leg.  It\'s not a bleach stain, my friends. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s a frickin\' orb!!!! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now...when Kimeee saw this photo upon my return, she asked, \"What are these \"orbs\"?  Have you researched them?  What are they supposedly comprised of?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But Kimeee is an attorney, and therefore thinks about things logically and rationally on a daily basis. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I, as her right-brained artistic friend, see balls of light on a photo, think back to the mention of orbs on the hotel website, and I need no further explanation. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Do you?!?! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ladies and 3 token gents, let\'s be perfectly candid with each other, shall we? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>THERE IS NO LOGICAL EXPLANATION!!!! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>There was nothing on my camera lens.  There were no special lighting effects in the hotel lobby as evidenced by subsequent photos in the same location.  You have my word that I did not alter the photo in any way, shape or form. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I believe I mentioned that the location of the orbs was merely several feet from our room?!?!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When you experience the supernatural within 15 minutes of arriving at your room, you need to call out the big guns. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 57:  We Saw Dead People (or if you want to be technical, \"orbs\")','','inherit','open','open','','2098-revision-7','','','2010-11-22 21:14:09','2010-11-23 04:14:09','',2098,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/22/2098-revision-7/',0,'revision','',0),(2107,1,'2010-11-23 11:16:17','2010-11-23 18:16:17','','OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA','','inherit','open','open','','olympus-digital-camera-103','','','2010-11-23 11:16:17','2010-11-23 18:16:17','',2098,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(2108,1,'2010-11-23 11:18:06','2010-11-23 18:18:06','<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Holy crap.  You\'re not going to believe the photo below!!!!! </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But first I need to set up our ghostly adventure.  I\'m certainly not going to whip out the photo now and kill the suspense.  ;-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On Day 57, the four Ghost Huntresses (me, Christy Jo, Becky Jo, and Sarah) abandoned the comfort and safety of our homes to check into one of the most haunted places in the world.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In case you were wondering, yes, we\'re nuts. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And also a lot of fun. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And exceptionally brave when Patron is involved. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We arrived at the Jerome Grand Hotel around dinner time.  The dark and <span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">stormy</span> chilly full moon night set the stage for an eerie everning. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The Jerome Grand Hotel sits on the top of the hill over the town of Jerome which we all agreed was super creepy.  Christy Jo started freaking out as she drove up the hill.  Apparently, she noticed a bedroom light flashing on and off.   This coupled with the (no) vacancy sign flickering only a \"cy\" reminded her way too much of the Bates motel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Even I, with all of my bravado, had a \"What the hell have I gotten us into?!?!\" moment.</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We all shrieked like school girls as we unloaded our bags from the car.  We schlepped up to the hotel and checked in with a front desk attendant who (god bless him) had no idea that I was about to pepper him with 15 minutes worth of questions. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now that I think about it, his rambling and long-winded answers were probably a ploy to keep the excited hottie girls from Phoenix down in the uneventful lobby for as long as he could.  His scheme worked. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We found out that our Room 10 had seen \"activity\".  Christy Jo flipped through the guest log and found entries for Room 10 which included bed covers flung off in the middle of the night.  The rest of it I can\'t tell you.  I seemed to have blocked it out as a protective mechanism.  If you want, I can go through hypnosis for another blog day to uncover the lost memory.  Or Christy Jo could just comment below, I suppose. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When I stumbled around the hotel website prior to our visit, I unearthed stories of wheezing and coughing coming from room corners.  (The hotel was formerly a hospital.  And yes, there were mental patients because I asked in my 15 minute round of questioning.  I knew there had to be some reason why their restaurant is named The Asylum.) </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Other guest experiences include (but are not limited to) strange noises, TV\'s turning on and off, voices, and unexplained smells of dust and flowers.  There have also been reports of cigarette and whisky smells which I think is a dead country music singer living it up in the afterlife.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Guests claim to have seen apparations of a nurse as well as a woman in white.  According to legend, the woman and her babydied in childbirth.  The woman in white is distraught over the treatment of her child who was buried in an unmarked grave. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Are you scared yet?  :-o </span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We also have the story of my friend, Perry, who didn\'t believe in ghosts until after his stay at the Jerome Grand Hotel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the middle of the night, Perry heard kids running up and down the hall.  The kids didn\'t let up, so Perry exited his room to tell them to stop.  There was no one there. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When he returned to his bed, the kids ran amuck again.  Perry was offically pissed.  He swung open the door to an empty hallway. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Perry then camped out behind the door with his hand on the knob.  As soon as he heard the kids directly outside his room, he flung open the door. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>No one was there!!!!!  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />At that moment, Perry converted to a believer.  Duh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Anywho, back to the Ghost Huntresses stalled in the lobby by the wordy front desk attendant.  When the girls wanted to strangle me for delaying dinner, I graciously thanked Mr. Front Desk Guy, and we were off! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Or up, to be precise.  We boarded an old-fashioned elevator that is supposed to be haunted by the ghost of Claude Harvey.  Claude reportedly met with foul play in the elevator shaft. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We creaked open the door to Room 10 and...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>Boo!  </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Nothing happened.  Just wanted to make sure you are still with me.  :-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The Ghost Huntress Sarah immediately scoured the room while I acted like a ghost paparazzi with my camera.  Guests previously captured images and orbs of light at various locations in the hotel.  You can see those pictures <strong><a href=\"http://www.jeromeghosthunting.com/Ghost%20Hunt%20Photos.htm\" target=\"_blank\">here</a>.  </strong></p>\n\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\n\n<p>Tech savvy Ghost Huntresses Christy Jo and Becky Jo whipped out their iPad and iPhone featuring the Ghost Radar app. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">Apple, you crack me up.  Ghost Radar app?!?!  hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!</span></span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p>Ghost Radar not only lit up like a Christmas tree with \"activity\", but it also spat out words that Becky Jo swore pertained to us!  Again, I have blocked out those words in my post-haunted-amnesia, so the other girls really need to step up and comment below. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I excused myself to the ladies room.  After I finished my business, I stood in the bathroom and...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>I screamed bloody murder!!! </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>To freak the girls out. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Nothing happened this time either.  The girls gasped, \"Michelle?!?!\" from the room, but when I threw open the door, I found them huddled on the other side of the room ready to make an escape. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I made a mental note that I seriously hoped nothing otherwordly happened that night.  My fellow Ghost Huntresses would be of no help and would be outta there faster than you can say, \"Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>After this flurry of photo ops and ghost radar apps, we decided to step out to dinner.  The restaurant was conveniently located right outside our room. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As we entered the lobby, a really ugly/scary statue of a twisted wee man sat on an old wheelchair.  Christy insisted that I pose for a photo.  She directed me to pretend to push the wheelchair from behind.  I, always the method actress, also performed a mute scream this time.  A false alarm with your friends is one thing; a false alarm with dinner guests could get me kicked out of the joint. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Christy Jo then spazzed out about something with my camera.  I tuned her out while wondering what kind of food The Asylum served.  Becky Jo flipped out as well as she brought me my camera. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And now it\'s time for the photo reveal.  May I have a drum roll, please?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p> <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Uh-huh.  Those are orbs of light, baby. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong>Holy Sh#%balls!!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I nearly hyperventilated.  I just took dozens of photos of the room, and those images were crystal clear!!!  Well...all of them except one.  Look closely at the back of Sarah\'s leg.  It\'s not a bleach stain, my friends. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s a frickin\' orb!!!! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now...when Kimeee saw this photo upon my return, she asked, \"What are these \"orbs\"?  Have you researched them?  What are they supposedly comprised of?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But Kimeee is an attorney, and therefore thinks about things logically and rationally on a daily basis. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I, as her right-brained artsy fartsy friend, see balls of light on a photo, think back to the mention of orbs on the hotel website, and need no further explanation. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Do you?!?! </span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ladies and 3 token gents, let\'s be perfectly candid with each other, shall we? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>THERE IS NO LOGICAL EXPLANATION!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>There was nothing on my camera lens.  There were no special lighting effects in the hotel lobby as evidenced by subsequent photos in the same location.  You have my word that I did not alter the photo in any way, shape or form. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I believe I mentioned that the location of the orbs was merely several feet from our room?!?!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When you experience the supernatural within 15 minutes of arriving at your room, you must call out the big guns. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 57:  We Saw Dead People (or if you want to be technical, \"orbs\")','','inherit','open','open','','2098-revision-8','','','2010-11-23 11:18:06','2010-11-23 18:18:06','',2098,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/23/2098-revision-8/',0,'revision','',0),(2109,1,'2010-11-23 11:22:40','2010-11-23 18:22:40','','OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA','','inherit','open','open','','olympus-digital-camera-104','','','2010-11-23 11:22:40','2010-11-23 18:22:40','',2098,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(2110,1,'2010-11-23 11:30:07','2010-11-23 18:30:07','<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Holy crap.  You\'re not going to believe the photo below!!!!! </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But first I need to set up our ghostly adventure.  I\'m certainly not going to whip out the photo now and kill the suspense.  ;-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On Day 57, the four Ghost Huntresses (me, Christy Jo, Becky Jo, and Sarah) abandoned the comfort and safety of our homes to check into one of the most haunted places in the world.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In case you were wondering, yes, we\'re nuts. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And also a lot of fun. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And exceptionally brave when Patron is involved. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We arrived at the Jerome Grand Hotel around dinner time.  The dark and <span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">stormy</span> chilly full moon night set the stage for an eerie everning. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The Jerome Grand Hotel sits on the top of the hill over the town of Jerome which we all agreed was super creepy.  Christy Jo started freaking out as she drove up the hill.  Apparently, she noticed a bedroom light flashing on and off.   This coupled with the (no) vacancy sign flickering only a \"cy\" reminded her way too much of the Bates motel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Even I, with all of my bravado, had a \"What the hell have I gotten us into?!?!\" moment.</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We all shrieked like school girls as we unloaded our bags from the car.  We schlepped up to the hotel and checked in with a front desk attendant who (god bless him) had no idea that I was about to pepper him with 15 minutes worth of questions. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now that I think about it, his rambling and long-winded answers were probably a ploy to keep the excited hottie girls from Phoenix down in the uneventful lobby for as long as he could.  His scheme worked. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We found out that our Room 10 had seen \"activity\".  Christy Jo flipped through the guest log and found entries for Room 10 which included bed covers flung off in the middle of the night.  The rest of it I can\'t tell you.  I seemed to have blocked it out as a protective mechanism.  If you want, I can go through hypnosis for another blog day to uncover the lost memory.  Or Christy Jo could just comment below, I suppose. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When I stumbled around the hotel website prior to our visit, I unearthed stories of wheezing and coughing coming from room corners.  (The hotel was formerly a hospital.  And yes, there were mental patients because I asked in my 15 minute round of questioning.  I knew there had to be some reason why their restaurant is named The Asylum.) </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Other guest experiences include (but are not limited to) strange noises, TV\'s turning on and off, voices, and unexplained smells of dust and flowers.  There have also been reports of cigarette and whisky smells which I think is a dead country music singer living it up in the afterlife.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Guests claim to have seen apparations of a nurse as well as a woman in white.  According to legend, the woman and her babydied in childbirth.  The woman in white is distraught over the treatment of her child who was buried in an unmarked grave. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Are you scared yet?  :-o </span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We also have the story of my friend, Perry, who didn\'t believe in ghosts until after his stay at the Jerome Grand Hotel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the middle of the night, Perry heard kids running up and down the hall.  The kids didn\'t let up, so Perry exited his room to tell them to stop.  There was no one there. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When he returned to his bed, the kids ran amuck again.  Perry was offically pissed.  He swung open the door to an empty hallway. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Perry then camped out behind the door with his hand on the knob.  As soon as he heard the kids directly outside his room, he flung open the door. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>No one was there!!!!!  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />At that moment, Perry converted to a believer.  Duh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Anywho, back to the Ghost Huntresses stalled in the lobby by the wordy front desk attendant.  When the girls wanted to strangle me for delaying dinner, I graciously thanked Mr. Front Desk Guy, and we were off! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Or up, to be precise.  We boarded an old-fashioned elevator that is supposed to be haunted by the ghost of Claude Harvey.  Claude reportedly met with foul play in the elevator shaft. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We creaked open the door to Room 10 and...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>Boo!  </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Nothing happened.  Just wanted to make sure you are still with me.  :-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The Ghost Huntress Sarah immediately scoured the room while I acted like a ghost paparazzi with my camera.  Guests previously captured images and orbs of light at various locations in the hotel.  You can see those pictures <strong><a href=\"http://www.jeromeghosthunting.com/Ghost%20Hunt%20Photos.htm\" target=\"_blank\">here</a>.  </strong></p>\n\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\n\n<p>Tech savvy Ghost Huntresses Christy Jo and Becky Jo whipped out their iPad and iPhone featuring the Ghost Radar app. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">Apple, you crack me up.  Ghost Radar app?!?!  hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!</span></span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p>Ghost Radar not only lit up like a Christmas tree with \"activity\", but it also spat out words that Becky Jo swore pertained to us!  Again, I have blocked out those words in my post-haunted-amnesia, so the other girls really need to step up and comment below. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I excused myself to the ladies room.  After I finished my business, I stood in the bathroom and...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>I screamed bloody murder!!! </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>To freak the girls out. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Nothing happened this time either.  The girls gasped, \"Michelle?!?!\" from the room, but when I threw open the door, I found them huddled on the other side of the room ready to make an escape. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I made a mental note that I seriously hoped nothing otherwordly happened that night.  My fellow Ghost Huntresses would be of no help and would be outta there faster than you can say, \"Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>After this flurry of photo ops and ghost radar apps, we decided to step out to dinner.  The restaurant was conveniently located right outside our room. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As we entered the lobby, a really ugly/scary statue of a twisted wee man sat on an old wheelchair.  Christy insisted that I pose for a photo.  She directed me to pretend to push the wheelchair from behind.  I, always the method actress, also performed a mute scream this time.  A false alarm with your friends is one thing; a false alarm with dinner guests could get me kicked out of the joint. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Christy Jo then spazzed out about something with my camera.  I tuned her out while wondering what kind of food The Asylum served.  Becky Jo flipped out as well as she brought me my camera. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And now it\'s time for the photo reveal.  May I have a drum roll, please?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p> <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Uh-huh.  Those are orbs of light, baby. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong>Holy Sh#%balls!!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I nearly hyperventilated.  I just took dozens of photos of the room, and those images were crystal clear!!!  Well...all of them except one.  Look closely at the back of Sarah\'s leg.  It\'s not a bleach stain, my friends. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2109\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s a frickin\' orb!!!! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now...when Kimeee saw this photo upon my return, she asked, \"What are these \"orbs\"?  Have you researched them?  What are they supposedly comprised of?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But Kimeee is an attorney, and therefore thinks about things logically and rationally on a daily basis. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I, as her right-brained artsy fartsy friend, see balls of light on a photo, think back to the mention of orbs on the hotel website, and need no further explanation. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Do you?!?! </span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ladies and 3 token gents, let\'s be perfectly candid with each other, shall we? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>THERE IS NO LOGICAL EXPLANATION!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>There was nothing on my camera lens.  There were no special lighting effects in the hotel lobby as evidenced by subsequent photos in the same location.  You have my word that I did not alter the photo in any way, shape or form. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I believe I mentioned that the location of the orbs was merely several feet from our room?!?!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When you experience the supernatural within 15 minutes of arriving at your room, you must call out the big guns. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>For the rest of the evening, we were comfortably numb.  So who knows if anything else happened. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We did scour the hallways with our Ghost Radar and cameras later on, but no trace of anything alarming. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In my humble opinion, the orbs were more than enough. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The Ghost Huntresses continue to be ghost magnets. <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/17/day-51-we-see-dead-people/\" target=\"_blank\"> (See Day 51 for our backstory.) </a></strong></p>\n\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\n\n<p><strong>We are now accepting offers for our own Ghost Huntress TV show.  </strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We\'re prettier, smarter, and infinitely more talented than those morons on The Jersey Shore.  If they can land a TV gig, why can\'t we? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Dreams do come true, my friends.  Dreams do come true!  </p>','Day 57:  We Saw Dead People (or if you want to be technical, \"orbs\")','','inherit','open','open','','2098-revision-9','','','2010-11-23 11:30:07','2010-11-23 18:30:07','',2098,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/23/2098-revision-9/',0,'revision','',0),(2111,1,'2010-11-23 11:33:08','2010-11-23 18:33:08','','OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA','','inherit','open','open','','olympus-digital-camera-105','','','2010-11-23 11:33:08','2010-11-23 18:33:08','',2098,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(2112,1,'2010-11-23 11:34:13','2010-11-23 18:34:13','<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Holy crap.  You\'re not going to believe the photo below!!!!! </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But first I need to set up our ghostly adventure.  I\'m certainly not going to whip out the photo now and kill the suspense.  ;-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On Day 57, the four Ghost Huntresses (me, Christy Jo, Becky Jo, and Sarah) abandoned the comfort and safety of our homes to check into one of the most haunted places in the world.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In case you were wondering, yes, we\'re nuts. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And also a lot of fun. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And exceptionally brave when Patron is involved. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We arrived at the Jerome Grand Hotel around dinner time.  The dark and <span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">stormy</span> chilly full moon night set the stage for an eerie everning. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The Jerome Grand Hotel sits on the top of the hill over the town of Jerome which we all agreed was super creepy.  Christy Jo started freaking out as she drove up the hill.  Apparently, she noticed a bedroom light flashing on and off.   This coupled with the (no) vacancy sign flickering only a \"cy\" reminded her way too much of the Bates motel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Even I, with all of my bravado, had a \"What the hell have I gotten us into?!?!\" moment.</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We all shrieked like school girls as we unloaded our bags from the car.  We schlepped up to the hotel and checked in with a front desk attendant who (god bless him) had no idea that I was about to pepper him with 15 minutes worth of questions. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now that I think about it, his rambling and long-winded answers were probably a ploy to keep the excited hottie girls from Phoenix down in the uneventful lobby for as long as he could.  His scheme worked. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We found out that our Room 10 had seen \"activity\".  Christy Jo flipped through the guest log and found entries for Room 10 which included bed covers flung off in the middle of the night.  The rest of it I can\'t tell you.  I seemed to have blocked it out as a protective mechanism.  If you want, I can go through hypnosis for another blog day to uncover the lost memory.  Or Christy Jo could just comment below, I suppose. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When I stumbled around the hotel website prior to our visit, I unearthed stories of wheezing and coughing coming from room corners.  (The hotel was formerly a hospital.  And yes, there were mental patients because I asked in my 15 minute round of questioning.  I knew there had to be some reason why their restaurant is named The Asylum.) </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Other guest experiences include (but are not limited to) strange noises, TV\'s turning on and off, voices, and unexplained smells of dust and flowers.  There have also been reports of cigarette and whisky smells which I think is a dead country music singer living it up in the afterlife.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Guests claim to have seen apparations of a nurse as well as a woman in white.  According to legend, the woman and her babydied in childbirth.  The woman in white is distraught over the treatment of her child who was buried in an unmarked grave. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Are you scared yet?  :-o </span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We also have the story of my friend, Perry, who didn\'t believe in ghosts until after his stay at the Jerome Grand Hotel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the middle of the night, Perry heard kids running up and down the hall.  The kids didn\'t let up, so Perry exited his room to tell them to stop.  There was no one there. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When he returned to his bed, the kids ran amuck again.  Perry was offically pissed.  He swung open the door to an empty hallway. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Perry then camped out behind the door with his hand on the knob.  As soon as he heard the kids directly outside his room, he flung open the door. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>No one was there!!!!!  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />At that moment, Perry converted to a believer.  Duh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Anywho, back to the Ghost Huntresses stalled in the lobby by the wordy front desk attendant.  When the girls wanted to strangle me for delaying dinner, I graciously thanked Mr. Front Desk Guy, and we were off! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Or up, to be precise.  We boarded an old-fashioned elevator that is supposed to be haunted by the ghost of Claude Harvey.  Claude reportedly met with foul play in the elevator shaft. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We creaked open the door to Room 10 and...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>Boo!  </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Nothing happened.  Just wanted to make sure you are still with me.  :-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The Ghost Huntress Sarah immediately scoured the room while I acted like a ghost paparazzi with my camera.  Guests previously captured images and orbs of light at various locations in the hotel.  You can see those pictures <strong><a href=\"http://www.jeromeghosthunting.com/Ghost%20Hunt%20Photos.htm\" target=\"_blank\">here</a>.  </strong></p>\n\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\n\n<p>Tech savvy Ghost Huntresses Christy Jo and Becky Jo whipped out their iPad and iPhone featuring the Ghost Radar app. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">Apple, you crack me up.  Ghost Radar app?!?!  hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!</span></span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p>Ghost Radar not only lit up like a Christmas tree with \"activity\", but it also spat out words that Becky Jo swore pertained to us!  Again, I have blocked out those words in my post-haunted-amnesia, so the other girls really need to step up and comment below. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I excused myself to the ladies room.  After I finished my business, I stood in the bathroom and...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>I screamed bloody murder!!! </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>To freak the girls out. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Nothing happened this time either.  The girls gasped, \"Michelle?!?!\" from the room, but when I threw open the door, I found them huddled on the other side of the room ready to make an escape. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I made a mental note that I seriously hoped nothing otherwordly happened that night.  My fellow Ghost Huntresses would be of no help and would be outta there faster than you can say, \"Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>After this flurry of photo ops and ghost radar apps, we decided to step out to dinner.  The restaurant was conveniently located right outside our room. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As we entered the lobby, a really ugly/scary statue of a twisted wee man sat on an old wheelchair.  Christy insisted that I pose for a photo.  She directed me to pretend to push the wheelchair from behind.  I, always the method actress, also performed a mute scream this time.  A false alarm with your friends is one thing; a false alarm with dinner guests could get me kicked out of the joint. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Christy Jo then spazzed out about something with my camera.  I tuned her out while wondering what kind of food The Asylum served.  Becky Jo flipped out as well as she brought me my camera. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And now it\'s time for the photo reveal.  May I have a drum roll, please?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p> <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Uh-huh.  Those are orbs of light, baby. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong>Holy Sh#%balls!!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I nearly hyperventilated.  I just took dozens of photos of the room, and those images were crystal clear!!!  Well...all of them except one.  Look closely at the back of Sarah\'s leg.  It\'s not a bleach stain, my friends. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2109\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s a frickin\' orb!!!! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now...when Kimeee saw this photo upon my return, she asked, \"What are these \"orbs\"?  Have you researched them?  What are they supposedly comprised of?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But Kimeee is an attorney, and therefore thinks about things logically and rationally on a daily basis. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I, as her right-brained artsy fartsy friend, see balls of light on a photo, think back to the mention of orbs on the hotel website, and need no further explanation. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Do you?!?! </span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ladies and 3 token gents, let\'s be perfectly candid with each other, shall we? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>THERE IS NO LOGICAL EXPLANATION!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>There was nothing on my camera lens.  There were no special lighting effects in the hotel lobby as evidenced by subsequent photos in the same location.  You have my word that I did not alter the photo in any way, shape or form. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I believe I mentioned that the location of the orbs was merely several feet from our room?!?!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When you experience the supernatural within 15 minutes of arriving at your room, you must call out the big guns. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>For the rest of the evening, we were comfortably numb.  So who knows if anything else happened. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We did scour the hallways with our Ghost Radar and cameras later on, but no trace of anything alarming. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In my humble opinion, the orbs were more than enough. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The Ghost Huntresses continue to be ghost magnets. <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/17/day-51-we-see-dead-people/\" target=\"_blank\"> (See Day 51 for our backstory.) </a></strong></p>\n\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">We are now accepting offers for our own Ghost Huntress TV show. </span> </span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We\'re prettier, smarter, and infinitely more talented than those morons on <em>The Jersey Shore</em>.  If they can land a TV gig, why can\'t we? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Dreams do come true, my friends.  Dreams do come true!  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2111\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>','Day 57:  We Saw Dead People (or if you want to be technical, \"orbs\")','','inherit','open','open','','2098-revision-10','','','2010-11-23 11:34:13','2010-11-23 18:34:13','',2098,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/23/2098-revision-10/',0,'revision','',0),(2113,1,'2010-11-23 12:52:50','2010-11-23 19:52:50','<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Holy crap.  You\'re not going to believe the photo below!!!!! </span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But first I need to set up our ghostly adventure.  I\'m certainly not going to whip out the photo now and kill the suspense.  ;-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On Day 57, the four Ghost Huntresses (me, Christy Jo, Becky Jo, and Sarah) abandoned the comfort and safety of our homes to check into one of the most haunted places in the world.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In case you were wondering, yes, we\'re nuts. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And also a lot of fun. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And exceptionally brave when Patron is involved. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We arrived at the Jerome Grand Hotel around dinner time.  The dark and <span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">stormy</span> chilly full moon night set the stage for an eerie everning. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The Jerome Grand Hotel sits on the top of the hill over the town of Jerome which we all agreed was super creepy.  Christy Jo started freaking out as she drove up the hill.  Apparently, she noticed a bedroom light flashing on and off.   This coupled with the (no) vacancy sign flickering only a \"cy\" reminded her way too much of the Bates motel. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Even I, with all of my bravado, had a \"What the hell have I gotten us into?!?!\" moment.</span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We all shrieked like school girls as we unloaded our bags from the car.  We schlepped up to the hotel and checked in with a front desk attendant who (god bless him) had no idea that I was about to pepper him with 15 minutes worth of questions. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now that I think about it, his rambling and long-winded answers were probably a ploy to keep the excited hottie girls from Phoenix down in the uneventful lobby for as long as he could.  His scheme worked. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We found out that our Room 10 had seen \"activity\".  Christy Jo flipped through the guest log and found entries for Room 10 which included bed covers flung off in the middle of the night.  The rest of it I can\'t tell you.  I seemed to have blocked it out as a protective mechanism.  If you want, I can go through hypnosis for another blog day to uncover the lost memory.  Or Christy Jo could just comment below, I suppose. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When I stumbled around the hotel website prior to our visit, I unearthed stories of wheezing and coughing coming from room corners.  (The hotel was formerly a hospital.  And yes, there were mental patients because I asked in my 15 minute round of questioning.  I knew there had to be some reason why their restaurant is named The Asylum.) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Other guest experiences include (but are not limited to) strange noises, TV\'s turning on and off, voices, and unexplained smells of dust and flowers.  There have also been reports of cigarette and whisky smells which I think is a dead country music singer living it up in the afterlife.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Guests claim to have seen apparations of a nurse as well as a woman in white.  According to legend, the woman and her babydied in childbirth.  The woman in white is distraught over the treatment of her child who was buried in an unmarked grave. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Are you scared yet?  :-o </span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We also have the story of my friend, Perry, who didn\'t believe in ghosts until after his stay at the Jerome Grand Hotel. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In the middle of the night, Perry heard kids running up and down the hall.  The kids didn\'t let up, so Perry exited his room to tell them to stop.  There was no one there. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When he returned to his bed, the kids ran amuck again.  Perry was offically pissed.  He swung open the door to an empty hallway. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Perry then camped out behind the door with his hand on the knob.  As soon as he heard the kids directly outside his room, he flung open the door. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>No one was there!!!!!  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />At that moment, Perry converted to a believer.  Duh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Anywho, back to the Ghost Huntresses stalled in the lobby by the wordy front desk attendant.  When the girls wanted to strangle me for delaying dinner, I graciously thanked Mr. Front Desk Guy, and we were off! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Or up, to be precise.  We boarded an old-fashioned elevator that is supposed to be haunted by the ghost of Claude Harvey.  Claude reportedly met with foul play in the elevator shaft. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We creaked open the door to Room 10 and...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>Boo!  </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Nothing happened.  Just wanted to make sure you are still with me.  :-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The Ghost Huntress Sarah immediately scoured the room while I acted like a ghost paparazzi with my camera.  Guests previously captured images and orbs of light at various locations in the hotel.  You can see those pictures <strong><a href=\"http://www.jeromeghosthunting.com/Ghost%20Hunt%20Photos.htm\" target=\"_blank\">here</a>.  </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>Tech savvy Ghost Huntresses Christy Jo and Becky Jo whipped out their iPad and iPhone featuring the Ghost Radar app. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">Apple, you crack me up.  Ghost Radar app?!?!  hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!</span></span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ghost Radar not only lit up like a Christmas tree with \"activity\", but it also spat out words that Becky Jo swore pertained to us!  Again, I have blocked out those words in my post-haunted-amnesia, so the other girls really need to step up and comment below. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I excused myself to the ladies room.  After I finished my business, I stood in the bathroom and...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>I screamed bloody murder!!! </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>To freak the girls out. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Nothing happened this time either.  The girls gasped, \"Michelle?!?!\" from the room, but when I threw open the door, I found them huddled on the other side of the room ready to make an escape. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I made a mental note that I seriously hoped nothing otherwordly happened that night.  My fellow Ghost Huntresses would be of no help and would be outta there faster than you can say, \"Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>After this flurry of photo ops and ghost radar apps, we decided to step out to dinner.  The restaurant was conveniently located right outside our room. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As we entered the lobby, a really ugly/scary statue of a twisted wee man sat on an old wheelchair.  Christy insisted that I pose for a photo.  She directed me to pretend to push the wheelchair from behind.  I, always the method actress, also performed a mute scream this time.  A false alarm with your friends is one thing; a false alarm with dinner guests could get me kicked out of the joint. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Christy Jo then spazzed out about something with my camera.  I tuned her out while wondering what kind of food The Asylum served.  Becky Jo flipped out as well as she brought me my camera. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And now it\'s time for the photo reveal.  May I have a drum roll, please?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p> <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-huh.  Those are orbs of light, baby. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong>Holy Sh#%balls!!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I nearly hyperventilated.  I just took dozens of photos of the room, and those images were crystal clear!!!  Well...all of them except one.  Look closely at the back of Sarah\'s leg.  It\'s not a bleach stain, my friends. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2109\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It\'s a frickin\' orb!!!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now...when Kimeee saw this photo upon my return, she asked, \"What are these \"orbs\"?  Have you researched them?  What are they supposedly comprised of?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But Kimeee is an attorney, and therefore thinks about things logically and rationally on a daily basis. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I, as her right-brained artsy fartsy friend, see balls of light on a photo, think back to the mention of orbs on the hotel website, and need no further explanation. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Do you?!?! </span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ladies and 3 token gents, let\'s be perfectly candid with each other, shall we? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>THERE IS NO LOGICAL EXPLANATION!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>There was nothing on my camera lens.  There were no special lighting effects in the hotel lobby as evidenced by subsequent photos in the same location.  You have my word that I did not alter the photo in any way, shape or form. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I believe I mentioned that the location of the orbs was merely several feet from our room?!?!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When you experience the supernatural within 15 minutes of arriving at your room, you must call out the big guns. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>For the rest of the evening, we were comfortably numb.  So who knows if anything else happened. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We did scour the hallways with our Ghost Radar and cameras later on, but no trace of anything alarming. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In my humble opinion, the orbs were more than enough. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The Ghost Huntresses continue to be ghost magnets. <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/17/day-51-we-see-dead-people/\" target=\"_blank\"> (See Day 51 for our backstory.) </a></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">We are now accepting offers for our own Ghost Huntress TV show. </span> </span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We\'re prettier, smarter, and infinitely more talented than those morons on <em>The Jersey Shore</em>.  If they can land a TV gig, why can\'t we? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Dreams do come true, my friends.  Dreams do come true!  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2111\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>','Day 57:  We Saw Dead People (or if you want to be technical, \"orbs\")','','inherit','open','open','','2098-revision-11','','','2010-11-23 12:52:50','2010-11-23 19:52:50','',2098,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/23/2098-revision-11/',0,'revision','',0),(2114,1,'2010-11-23 12:53:07','2010-11-23 19:53:07','<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Holy crap.  You\'re not going to believe the photo below!!!!! </span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But first I need to set up our ghostly adventure.  I\'m certainly not going to whip out the photo now and kill the suspense.  ;-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On Day 57, the four Ghost Huntresses (me, Christy Jo, Becky Jo, and Sarah) abandoned the comfort and safety of our homes to check into one of the most haunted places in the world.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In case you were wondering, yes, we\'re nuts. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And also a lot of fun. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And exceptionally brave when Patron is involved. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We arrived at the Jerome Grand Hotel around dinner time.  The dark and <span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">stormy</span> chilly full moon night set the stage for an eerie everning. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The Jerome Grand Hotel sits on the top of the hill over the town of Jerome which we all agreed was super creepy.  Christy Jo started freaking out as she drove up the hill.  Apparently, she noticed a bedroom light flashing on and off.   This coupled with the (no) vacancy sign flickering only a \"cy\" reminded her way too much of the Bates motel. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Even I, with all of my bravado, had a \"What the hell have I gotten us into?!?!\" moment.</span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We all shrieked like school girls as we unloaded our bags from the car.  We schlepped up to the hotel and checked in with a front desk attendant who (god bless him) had no idea that I was about to pepper him with 15 minutes worth of questions. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now that I think about it, his rambling and long-winded answers were probably a ploy to keep the excited hottie girls from Phoenix down in the uneventful lobby for as long as he could.  His scheme worked. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We found out that our Room 10 had seen \"activity\".  Christy Jo flipped through the guest log and found entries for Room 10 which included bed covers flung off in the middle of the night.  The rest of it I can\'t tell you.  I seemed to have blocked it out as a protective mechanism.  If you want, I can go through hypnosis for another blog day to uncover the lost memory.  Or Christy Jo could just comment below, I suppose. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When I stumbled around the hotel website prior to our visit, I unearthed stories of wheezing and coughing coming from room corners.  (The hotel was formerly a hospital.  And yes, there were mental patients because I asked in my 15 minute round of questioning.  I knew there had to be some reason why their restaurant is named The Asylum.) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Other guest experiences include (but are not limited to) strange noises, TV\'s turning on and off, voices, and unexplained smells of dust and flowers.  There have also been reports of cigarette and whisky smells which I think is a dead country music singer living it up in the afterlife.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Guests claim to have seen apparations of a nurse as well as a woman in white.  According to legend, the woman and her babydied in childbirth.  The woman in white is distraught over the treatment of her child who was buried in an unmarked grave. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Are you scared yet?  :-o </span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We also have the story of my friend, Perry, who didn\'t believe in ghosts until after his stay at the Jerome Grand Hotel. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In the middle of the night, Perry heard kids running up and down the hall.  The kids didn\'t let up, so Perry exited his room to tell them to stop.  There was no one there. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When he returned to his bed, the kids ran amuck again.  Perry was offically pissed.  He swung open the door to an empty hallway. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Perry then camped out behind the door with his hand on the knob.  As soon as he heard the kids directly outside his room, he flung open the door. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>No one was there!!!!!  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />At that moment, Perry converted to a believer.  Duh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Anywho, back to the Ghost Huntresses stalled in the lobby by the wordy front desk attendant.  When the girls wanted to strangle me for delaying dinner, I graciously thanked Mr. Front Desk Guy, and we were off! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Or up, to be precise.  We boarded an old-fashioned elevator that is supposed to be haunted by the ghost of Claude Harvey.  Claude reportedly met with foul play in the elevator shaft. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We creaked open the door to Room 10 and...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>Boo!  </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Nothing happened.  Just wanted to make sure you are still with me.  :-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The Ghost Huntress Sarah immediately scoured the room while I acted like a ghost paparazzi with my camera.  Guests previously captured images and orbs of light at various locations in the hotel.  You can see those pictures <strong><a href=\"http://www.jeromeghosthunting.com/Ghost%20Hunt%20Photos.htm\" target=\"_blank\">here</a>.  </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>Tech savvy Ghost Huntresses Christy Jo and Becky Jo whipped out their iPad and iPhone featuring the Ghost Radar app. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">Apple, you crack me up.  Ghost Radar app?!?!  hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!</span></span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ghost Radar not only lit up like a Christmas tree with \"activity\", but it also spat out words that Becky Jo swore pertained to us!  Again, I have blocked out those words in my post-haunted-amnesia, so the other girls really need to step up and comment below. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I excused myself to the ladies room.  After I finished my business, I stood in the bathroom and...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>I screamed bloody murder!!! </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>To freak the girls out. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Nothing happened this time either.  The girls gasped, \"Michelle?!?!\" from the room, but when I threw open the door, I found them huddled on the other side of the room ready to make an escape. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I made a mental note that I seriously hoped nothing otherwordly happened that night.  My fellow Ghost Huntresses would be of no help and would be outta there faster than you can say, \"Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>After this flurry of photo ops and ghost radar apps, we decided to step out to dinner.  The restaurant was conveniently located right outside our room. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As we entered the lobby, a really ugly/scary statue of a twisted wee man sat on an old wheelchair.  Christy insisted that I pose for a photo.  She directed me to pretend to push the wheelchair from behind.  I, always the method actress, also performed a mute scream this time.  A false alarm with your friends is one thing; a false alarm with dinner guests could get me kicked out of the joint. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Christy Jo then spazzed out about something with my camera.  I tuned her out while wondering what kind of food The Asylum served.  Becky Jo flipped out as well as she brought me my camera. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And now it\'s time for the photo reveal.  May I have a drum roll, please?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p> <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-huh.  Those are orbs of light, baby. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong>Holy Sh#%balls!!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I nearly hyperventilated.  I just took dozens of photos of the room, and those images were crystal clear!!!  Well...all of them except one.  Look closely at the back of Sarah\'s leg.  It\'s not a bleach stain, my friends. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2109\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It\'s a frickin\' orb!!!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now...when Kimeee saw this photo upon my return, she asked, \"What are these \"orbs\"?  Have you researched them?  What are they supposedly comprised of?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But Kimeee is an attorney, and therefore thinks about things logically and rationally on a daily basis. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I, as her right-brained artsy fartsy friend, see balls of light on a photo, think back to the mention of orbs on the hotel website, and need no further explanation. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Do you?!?! </span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ladies and 3 token gents, let\'s be perfectly candid with each other, shall we? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>THERE IS NO LOGICAL EXPLANATION!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>There was nothing on my camera lens.  There were no special lighting effects in the hotel lobby as evidenced by subsequent photos in the same location.  You have my word that I did not alter the photo in any way, shape or form. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I believe I mentioned that the location of the orbs was merely several feet from our room?!?!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When you experience the supernatural within 15 minutes of arriving at your room, you must call out the big guns. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>For the rest of the evening, we were comfortably numb.  So who knows if anything else happened. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We did scour the hallways with our Ghost Radar and cameras later on, but no trace of anything alarming. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In my humble opinion, the orbs were more than enough. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The Ghost Huntresses continue to be ghost magnets. <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/17/day-51-we-see-dead-people/\" target=\"_blank\"> (See Day 51 for our backstory.) </a></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">We are now accepting offers for our own Ghost Huntress TV show. </span> </span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We\'re prettier, smarter, and infinitely more talented than those morons on <em>The Jersey Shore</em>.  If they can land a TV gig, why can\'t we? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Dreams do come true, my friends.  Dreams do come true!  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2111\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>','Day 57:  We Saw Dead People (or if you want to be technical, \"orbs\")','','inherit','open','open','','2098-revision-12','','','2010-11-23 12:53:07','2010-11-23 19:53:07','',2098,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/23/2098-revision-12/',0,'revision','',0),(2115,1,'2010-11-23 12:53:32','2010-11-23 19:53:32','<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Holy crap.  You\'re not going to believe the photo below!!!!! </span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But first I need to set up our ghostly adventure.  I\'m certainly not going to whip out the photo now and kill the suspense.  ;-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On Day 57, the four Ghost Huntresses (me, Christy Jo, Becky Jo, and Sarah) abandoned the comfort and safety of our homes to check into one of the most haunted places in the world.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In case you were wondering, yes, we\'re nuts. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And also a lot of fun. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And exceptionally brave when Patron is involved. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We arrived at the Jerome Grand Hotel around dinner time.  The dark and <span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">stormy</span> chilly full moon night set the stage for an eerie everning. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The Jerome Grand Hotel sits on the top of the hill over the town of Jerome which we all agreed was super creepy.  Christy Jo started freaking out as she drove up the hill.  Apparently, she noticed a bedroom light flashing on and off.   This coupled with the (no) vacancy sign flickering only a \"cy\" reminded her way too much of the Bates motel. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Even I, with all of my bravado, had a \"What the hell have I gotten us into?!?!\" moment.</span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We all shrieked like school girls as we unloaded our bags from the car.  We schlepped up to the hotel and checked in with a front desk attendant who (god bless him) had no idea that I was about to pepper him with 15 minutes worth of questions. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now that I think about it, his rambling and long-winded answers were probably a ploy to keep the excited hottie girls from Phoenix down in the uneventful lobby for as long as he could.  His scheme worked. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We found out that our Room 10 had seen \"activity\".  Christy Jo flipped through the guest log and found entries for Room 10 which included bed covers flung off in the middle of the night.  The rest of it I can\'t tell you.  I seemed to have blocked it out as a protective mechanism.  If you want, I can go through hypnosis for another blog day to uncover the lost memory.  Or Christy Jo could just comment below, I suppose. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When I stumbled around the hotel website prior to our visit, I unearthed stories of wheezing and coughing coming from room corners.  (The hotel was formerly a hospital.  And yes, there were mental patients because I asked in my 15 minute round of questioning.  I knew there had to be some reason why their restaurant is named The Asylum.) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Other guest experiences include (but are not limited to) strange noises, TV\'s turning on and off, voices, and unexplained smells of dust and flowers.  There have also been reports of cigarette and whisky smells which I think is a dead country music singer living it up in the afterlife.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Guests claim to have seen apparations of a nurse as well as a woman in white.  According to legend, the woman and her babydied in childbirth.  The woman in white is distraught over the treatment of her child who was buried in an unmarked grave. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Are you scared yet?  :-o </span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We also have the story of my friend, Perry, who didn\'t believe in ghosts until after his stay at the Jerome Grand Hotel. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In the middle of the night, Perry heard kids running up and down the hall.  The kids didn\'t let up, so Perry exited his room to tell them to stop.  There was no one there. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When he returned to his bed, the kids ran amuck again.  Perry was offically pissed.  He swung open the door to an empty hallway. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Perry then camped out behind the door with his hand on the knob.  As soon as he heard the kids directly outside his room, he flung open the door. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>No one was there!!!!!  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />At that moment, Perry converted to a believer.  Duh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Anywho, back to the Ghost Huntresses stalled in the lobby by the wordy front desk attendant.  When the girls wanted to strangle me for delaying dinner, I graciously thanked Mr. Front Desk Guy, and we were off! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Or up, to be precise.  We boarded an old-fashioned elevator that is supposed to be haunted by the ghost of Claude Harvey.  Claude reportedly met with foul play in the elevator shaft. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We creaked open the door to Room 10 and...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>Boo!  </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Nothing happened.  Just wanted to make sure you are still with me.  :-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The Ghost Huntress Sarah immediately scoured the room while I acted like a ghost paparazzi with my camera.  Guests previously captured images and orbs of light at various locations in the hotel.  You can see those pictures <strong><a href=\"http://www.jeromeghosthunting.com/Ghost%20Hunt%20Photos.htm\" target=\"_blank\">here</a>.  </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>Tech savvy Ghost Huntresses Christy Jo and Becky Jo whipped out their iPad and iPhone featuring the Ghost Radar app. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">Apple, you crack me up.  Ghost Radar app?!?!  hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!</span></span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ghost Radar not only lit up like a Christmas tree with \"activity\", but it also spat out words that Becky Jo swore pertained to us!  Again, I have blocked out those words in my post-haunted-amnesia, so the other girls really need to step up and comment below. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I excused myself to the ladies room.  After I finished my business, I stood in the bathroom and...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>I screamed bloody murder!!! </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>To freak the girls out. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Nothing happened this time either.  The girls gasped, \"Michelle?!?!\" from the room, but when I threw open the door, I found them huddled on the other side of the room ready to make an escape. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I made a mental note that I seriously hoped nothing otherwordly happened that night.  My fellow Ghost Huntresses would be of no help and would be outta there faster than you can say, \"Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>After this flurry of photo ops and ghost radar apps, we decided to step out to dinner.  The restaurant was conveniently located right outside our room. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As we entered the lobby, a really ugly/scary statue of a twisted wee man sat on an old wheelchair.  Christy insisted that I pose for a photo.  She directed me to pretend to push the wheelchair from behind.  I, always the method actress, also performed a mute scream this time.  A false alarm with your friends is one thing; a false alarm with dinner guests could get me kicked out of the joint. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Christy Jo then spazzed out about something with my camera.  I tuned her out while wondering what kind of food The Asylum served.  Becky Jo flipped out as well as she brought me my camera. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And now it\'s time for the photo reveal.  May I have a drum roll, please?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p> <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-huh.  Those are orbs of light, baby. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong>Holy Sh#%balls!!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I nearly hyperventilated.  I just took dozens of photos of the room, and those images were crystal clear!!!  Well...all of them except one.  Look closely at the back of Sarah\'s leg.  It\'s not a bleach stain, my friends. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2109\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It\'s a frickin\' orb!!!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now...when Kimeee saw this photo upon my return, she asked, \"What are these \"orbs\"?  Have you researched them?  What are they supposedly comprised of?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But Kimeee is an attorney, and therefore thinks about things logically and rationally on a daily basis. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I, as her right-brained artsy fartsy friend, see balls of light on a photo, think back to the mention of orbs on the hotel website, and need no further explanation. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Do you?!?! </span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ladies and 3 token gents, let\'s be perfectly candid with each other, shall we? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>THERE IS NO LOGICAL EXPLANATION!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>There was nothing on my camera lens.  There were no special lighting effects in the hotel lobby as evidenced by subsequent photos in the same location.  You have my word that I did not alter the photo in any way, shape or form. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I believe I mentioned that the location of the orbs was merely several feet from our room?!?!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When you experience the supernatural within 15 minutes of arriving at your room, you must call out the big guns. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>For the rest of the evening, we were comfortably numb.  So who knows if anything else happened. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We did scour the hallways with our Ghost Radar and cameras later on, but no trace of anything alarming. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In my humble opinion, the orbs were more than enough. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The Ghost Huntresses continue to be ghost magnets. <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/17/day-51-we-see-dead-people/\" target=\"_blank\"> (See Day 51 for our backstory.) </a></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">We are now accepting offers for our own Ghost Huntress TV show. </span> </span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We\'re prettier, smarter, and infinitely more talented than those morons on <em>The Jersey Shore</em>.  If they can land a TV gig, why can\'t we? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Dreams do come true, my friends.  Dreams do come true!  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2111\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>','Day 57:  We Saw Dead People (or if you want to be technical, \"orbs\")','','inherit','open','open','','2098-revision-13','','','2010-11-23 12:53:32','2010-11-23 19:53:32','',2098,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/23/2098-revision-13/',0,'revision','',0),(2116,1,'2010-11-23 12:54:25','2010-11-23 19:54:25','<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\">Holy crap!</span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\">You\'re not going to believe the photo below!!</span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But first I need to set up our ghostly adventure.  I\'m certainly not going to whip out the photo now and kill the suspense.  ;-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On Day 57, the four Ghost Huntresses (me, Christy Jo, Becky Jo, and Sarah) abandoned the comfort and safety of our homes to check into one of the most haunted places in the world.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In case you were wondering, yes, we\'re nuts. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And also a lot of fun. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And exceptionally brave when Patron is involved. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We arrived at the Jerome Grand Hotel around dinner time.  The dark and <span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">stormy</span> chilly full moon night set the stage for an eerie everning. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The Jerome Grand Hotel sits on the top of the hill over the town of Jerome which we all agreed was super creepy.  Christy Jo started freaking out as she drove up the hill.  Apparently, she noticed a bedroom light flashing on and off.   This coupled with the (no) vacancy sign flickering only a \"cy\" reminded her way too much of the Bates motel. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Even I, with all of my bravado, had a \"What the hell have I gotten us into?!?!\" moment.</span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We all shrieked like school girls as we unloaded our bags from the car.  We schlepped up to the hotel and checked in with a front desk attendant who (god bless him) had no idea that I was about to pepper him with 15 minutes worth of questions. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now that I think about it, his rambling and long-winded answers were probably a ploy to keep the excited hottie girls from Phoenix down in the uneventful lobby for as long as he could.  His scheme worked. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We found out that our Room 10 had seen \"activity\".  Christy Jo flipped through the guest log and found entries for Room 10 which included bed covers flung off in the middle of the night.  The rest of it I can\'t tell you.  I seemed to have blocked it out as a protective mechanism.  If you want, I can go through hypnosis for another blog day to uncover the lost memory.  Or Christy Jo could just comment below, I suppose. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When I stumbled around the hotel website prior to our visit, I unearthed stories of wheezing and coughing coming from room corners.  (The hotel was formerly a hospital.  And yes, there were mental patients because I asked in my 15 minute round of questioning.  I knew there had to be some reason why their restaurant is named The Asylum.) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Other guest experiences include (but are not limited to) strange noises, TV\'s turning on and off, voices, and unexplained smells of dust and flowers.  There have also been reports of cigarette and whisky smells which I think is a dead country music singer living it up in the afterlife.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Guests claim to have seen apparations of a nurse as well as a woman in white.  According to legend, the woman and her babydied in childbirth.  The woman in white is distraught over the treatment of her child who was buried in an unmarked grave. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Are you scared yet?  :-o </span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We also have the story of my friend, Perry, who didn\'t believe in ghosts until after his stay at the Jerome Grand Hotel. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In the middle of the night, Perry heard kids running up and down the hall.  The kids didn\'t let up, so Perry exited his room to tell them to stop.  There was no one there. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When he returned to his bed, the kids ran amuck again.  Perry was offically pissed.  He swung open the door to an empty hallway. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Perry then camped out behind the door with his hand on the knob.  As soon as he heard the kids directly outside his room, he flung open the door. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>No one was there!!!!!  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />At that moment, Perry converted to a believer.  Duh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Anywho, back to the Ghost Huntresses stalled in the lobby by the wordy front desk attendant.  When the girls wanted to strangle me for delaying dinner, I graciously thanked Mr. Front Desk Guy, and we were off! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Or up, to be precise.  We boarded an old-fashioned elevator that is supposed to be haunted by the ghost of Claude Harvey.  Claude reportedly met with foul play in the elevator shaft. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We creaked open the door to Room 10 and...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>Boo!  </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Nothing happened.  Just wanted to make sure you are still with me.  :-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The Ghost Huntress Sarah immediately scoured the room while I acted like a ghost paparazzi with my camera.  Guests previously captured images and orbs of light at various locations in the hotel.  You can see those pictures <strong><a href=\"http://www.jeromeghosthunting.com/Ghost%20Hunt%20Photos.htm\" target=\"_blank\">here</a>.  </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>Tech savvy Ghost Huntresses Christy Jo and Becky Jo whipped out their iPad and iPhone featuring the Ghost Radar app. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">Apple, you crack me up.  Ghost Radar app?!?!  hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!</span></span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ghost Radar not only lit up like a Christmas tree with \"activity\", but it also spat out words that Becky Jo swore pertained to us!  Again, I have blocked out those words in my post-haunted-amnesia, so the other girls really need to step up and comment below. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I excused myself to the ladies room.  After I finished my business, I stood in the bathroom and...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>I screamed bloody murder!!! </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>To freak the girls out. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Nothing happened this time either.  The girls gasped, \"Michelle?!?!\" from the room, but when I threw open the door, I found them huddled on the other side of the room ready to make an escape. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I made a mental note that I seriously hoped nothing otherwordly happened that night.  My fellow Ghost Huntresses would be of no help and would be outta there faster than you can say, \"Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>After this flurry of photo ops and ghost radar apps, we decided to step out to dinner.  The restaurant was conveniently located right outside our room. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As we entered the lobby, a really ugly/scary statue of a twisted wee man sat on an old wheelchair.  Christy insisted that I pose for a photo.  She directed me to pretend to push the wheelchair from behind.  I, always the method actress, also performed a mute scream this time.  A false alarm with your friends is one thing; a false alarm with dinner guests could get me kicked out of the joint. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Christy Jo then spazzed out about something with my camera.  I tuned her out while wondering what kind of food The Asylum served.  Becky Jo flipped out as well as she brought me my camera. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And now it\'s time for the photo reveal.  May I have a drum roll, please?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p> <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-huh.  Those are orbs of light, baby. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong>Holy Sh#%balls!!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I nearly hyperventilated.  I just took dozens of photos of the room, and those images were crystal clear!!!  Well...all of them except one.  Look closely at the back of Sarah\'s leg.  It\'s not a bleach stain, my friends. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2109\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It\'s a frickin\' orb!!!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now...when Kimeee saw this photo upon my return, she asked, \"What are these \"orbs\"?  Have you researched them?  What are they supposedly comprised of?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But Kimeee is an attorney, and therefore thinks about things logically and rationally on a daily basis. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I, as her right-brained artsy fartsy friend, see balls of light on a photo, think back to the mention of orbs on the hotel website, and need no further explanation. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Do you?!?! </span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ladies and 3 token gents, let\'s be perfectly candid with each other, shall we? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>THERE IS NO LOGICAL EXPLANATION!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>There was nothing on my camera lens.  There were no special lighting effects in the hotel lobby as evidenced by subsequent photos in the same location.  You have my word that I did not alter the photo in any way, shape or form. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I believe I mentioned that the location of the orbs was merely several feet from our room?!?!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When you experience the supernatural within 15 minutes of arriving at your room, you must call out the big guns. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>For the rest of the evening, we were comfortably numb.  So who knows if anything else happened. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We did scour the hallways with our Ghost Radar and cameras later on, but no trace of anything alarming. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In my humble opinion, the orbs were more than enough. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The Ghost Huntresses continue to be ghost magnets. <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/17/day-51-we-see-dead-people/\" target=\"_blank\"> (See Day 51 for our backstory.) </a></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">We are now accepting offers for our own Ghost Huntress TV show. </span> </span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We\'re prettier, smarter, and infinitely more talented than those morons on <em>The Jersey Shore</em>.  If they can land a TV gig, why can\'t we? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Dreams do come true, my friends.  Dreams do come true!  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2111\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>','Day 57:  We Saw Dead People (or if you want to be technical, \"orbs\")','','inherit','open','open','','2098-revision-14','','','2010-11-23 12:54:25','2010-11-23 19:54:25','',2098,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/23/2098-revision-14/',0,'revision','',0),(2117,1,'2010-11-23 12:54:56','2010-11-23 19:54:56','<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\">Holy crap!</span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">You\'re not going to believe the photo below!!</span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But first I need to set up our ghostly adventure.  I\'m certainly not going to whip out the photo now and kill the suspense.  ;-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On Day 57, the four Ghost Huntresses (me, Christy Jo, Becky Jo, and Sarah) abandoned the comfort and safety of our homes to check into one of the most haunted places in the world.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In case you were wondering, yes, we\'re nuts. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And also a lot of fun. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And exceptionally brave when Patron is involved. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We arrived at the Jerome Grand Hotel around dinner time.  The dark and <span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">stormy</span> chilly full moon night set the stage for an eerie everning. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The Jerome Grand Hotel sits on the top of the hill over the town of Jerome which we all agreed was super creepy.  Christy Jo started freaking out as she drove up the hill.  Apparently, she noticed a bedroom light flashing on and off.   This coupled with the (no) vacancy sign flickering only a \"cy\" reminded her way too much of the Bates motel. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Even I, with all of my bravado, had a \"What the hell have I gotten us into?!?!\" moment.</span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We all shrieked like school girls as we unloaded our bags from the car.  We schlepped up to the hotel and checked in with a front desk attendant who (god bless him) had no idea that I was about to pepper him with 15 minutes worth of questions. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now that I think about it, his rambling and long-winded answers were probably a ploy to keep the excited hottie girls from Phoenix down in the uneventful lobby for as long as he could.  His scheme worked. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We found out that our Room 10 had seen \"activity\".  Christy Jo flipped through the guest log and found entries for Room 10 which included bed covers flung off in the middle of the night.  The rest of it I can\'t tell you.  I seemed to have blocked it out as a protective mechanism.  If you want, I can go through hypnosis for another blog day to uncover the lost memory.  Or Christy Jo could just comment below, I suppose. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When I stumbled around the hotel website prior to our visit, I unearthed stories of wheezing and coughing coming from room corners.  (The hotel was formerly a hospital.  And yes, there were mental patients because I asked in my 15 minute round of questioning.  I knew there had to be some reason why their restaurant is named The Asylum.) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Other guest experiences include (but are not limited to) strange noises, TV\'s turning on and off, voices, and unexplained smells of dust and flowers.  There have also been reports of cigarette and whisky smells which I think is a dead country music singer living it up in the afterlife.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Guests claim to have seen apparations of a nurse as well as a woman in white.  According to legend, the woman and her babydied in childbirth.  The woman in white is distraught over the treatment of her child who was buried in an unmarked grave. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Are you scared yet?  :-o </span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We also have the story of my friend, Perry, who didn\'t believe in ghosts until after his stay at the Jerome Grand Hotel. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In the middle of the night, Perry heard kids running up and down the hall.  The kids didn\'t let up, so Perry exited his room to tell them to stop.  There was no one there. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When he returned to his bed, the kids ran amuck again.  Perry was offically pissed.  He swung open the door to an empty hallway. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Perry then camped out behind the door with his hand on the knob.  As soon as he heard the kids directly outside his room, he flung open the door. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>No one was there!!!!!  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />At that moment, Perry converted to a believer.  Duh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Anywho, back to the Ghost Huntresses stalled in the lobby by the wordy front desk attendant.  When the girls wanted to strangle me for delaying dinner, I graciously thanked Mr. Front Desk Guy, and we were off! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Or up, to be precise.  We boarded an old-fashioned elevator that is supposed to be haunted by the ghost of Claude Harvey.  Claude reportedly met with foul play in the elevator shaft. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We creaked open the door to Room 10 and...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>Boo!  </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Nothing happened.  Just wanted to make sure you are still with me.  :-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The Ghost Huntress Sarah immediately scoured the room while I acted like a ghost paparazzi with my camera.  Guests previously captured images and orbs of light at various locations in the hotel.  You can see those pictures <strong><a href=\"http://www.jeromeghosthunting.com/Ghost%20Hunt%20Photos.htm\" target=\"_blank\">here</a>.  </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>Tech savvy Ghost Huntresses Christy Jo and Becky Jo whipped out their iPad and iPhone featuring the Ghost Radar app. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">Apple, you crack me up.  Ghost Radar app?!?!  hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!</span></span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ghost Radar not only lit up like a Christmas tree with \"activity\", but it also spat out words that Becky Jo swore pertained to us!  Again, I have blocked out those words in my post-haunted-amnesia, so the other girls really need to step up and comment below. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I excused myself to the ladies room.  After I finished my business, I stood in the bathroom and...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>I screamed bloody murder!!! </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>To freak the girls out. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Nothing happened this time either.  The girls gasped, \"Michelle?!?!\" from the room, but when I threw open the door, I found them huddled on the other side of the room ready to make an escape. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I made a mental note that I seriously hoped nothing otherwordly happened that night.  My fellow Ghost Huntresses would be of no help and would be outta there faster than you can say, \"Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>After this flurry of photo ops and ghost radar apps, we decided to step out to dinner.  The restaurant was conveniently located right outside our room. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As we entered the lobby, a really ugly/scary statue of a twisted wee man sat on an old wheelchair.  Christy insisted that I pose for a photo.  She directed me to pretend to push the wheelchair from behind.  I, always the method actress, also performed a mute scream this time.  A false alarm with your friends is one thing; a false alarm with dinner guests could get me kicked out of the joint. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Christy Jo then spazzed out about something with my camera.  I tuned her out while wondering what kind of food The Asylum served.  Becky Jo flipped out as well as she brought me my camera. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And now it\'s time for the photo reveal.  May I have a drum roll, please?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p> <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-huh.  Those are orbs of light, baby. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong>Holy Sh#%balls!!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I nearly hyperventilated.  I just took dozens of photos of the room, and those images were crystal clear!!!  Well...all of them except one.  Look closely at the back of Sarah\'s leg.  It\'s not a bleach stain, my friends. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2109\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It\'s a frickin\' orb!!!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now...when Kimeee saw this photo upon my return, she asked, \"What are these \"orbs\"?  Have you researched them?  What are they supposedly comprised of?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But Kimeee is an attorney, and therefore thinks about things logically and rationally on a daily basis. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I, as her right-brained artsy fartsy friend, see balls of light on a photo, think back to the mention of orbs on the hotel website, and need no further explanation. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Do you?!?! </span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ladies and 3 token gents, let\'s be perfectly candid with each other, shall we? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>THERE IS NO LOGICAL EXPLANATION!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>There was nothing on my camera lens.  There were no special lighting effects in the hotel lobby as evidenced by subsequent photos in the same location.  You have my word that I did not alter the photo in any way, shape or form. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I believe I mentioned that the location of the orbs was merely several feet from our room?!?!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When you experience the supernatural within 15 minutes of arriving at your room, you must call out the big guns. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>For the rest of the evening, we were comfortably numb.  So who knows if anything else happened. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We did scour the hallways with our Ghost Radar and cameras later on, but no trace of anything alarming. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In my humble opinion, the orbs were more than enough. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The Ghost Huntresses continue to be ghost magnets. <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/17/day-51-we-see-dead-people/\" target=\"_blank\"> (See Day 51 for our backstory.) </a></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">We are now accepting offers for our own Ghost Huntress TV show. </span> </span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We\'re prettier, smarter, and infinitely more talented than those morons on <em>The Jersey Shore</em>.  If they can land a TV gig, why can\'t we? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Dreams do come true, my friends.  Dreams do come true!  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2111\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>','Day 57:  We Saw Dead People (or if you want to be technical, \"orbs\")','','inherit','open','open','','2098-revision-15','','','2010-11-23 12:54:56','2010-11-23 19:54:56','',2098,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/23/2098-revision-15/',0,'revision','',0),(2119,1,'2010-11-23 12:57:11','2010-11-23 19:57:11','<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Holy crap!</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">You\'re not going to believe the photo below!!</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>First I need to set up our ghostly adventure.  I\'m certainly not going to whip out the photo now and kill the suspense.  ;-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On Day 57, the four Ghost Huntresses (me, Christy Jo, Becky Jo, and Sarah) abandoned the comfort and safety of our homes to check into one of the most haunted places in the world.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In case you were wondering, yes, we\'re nuts. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And also a lot of fun. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And exceptionally brave when Patron is involved. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We arrived at the Jerome Grand Hotel around dinner time.  The dark and <span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">stormy</span> chilly full moon night set the stage for an eerie everning. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The Jerome Grand Hotel sits on the top of the hill over the town of Jerome which we all agreed was super creepy.  Christy Jo started freaking out as she drove up the hill.  Apparently, she noticed a bedroom light flashing on and off.   This coupled with the (no) vacancy sign flickering only a \"cy\" reminded her way too much of the Bates motel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Even I, with all of my bravado, had a \"What the hell have I gotten us into?!?!\" moment.</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We all shrieked like school girls as we unloaded our bags from the car.  We schlepped up to the hotel and checked in with a front desk attendant who (god bless him) had no idea that I was about to pepper him with 15 minutes worth of questions. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now that I think about it, his rambling and long-winded answers were probably a ploy to keep the excited hottie girls from Phoenix down in the uneventful lobby for as long as he could.  His scheme worked. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We found out that our Room 10 had seen \"activity\".  Christy Jo flipped through the guest log and found entries for Room 10 which included bed covers flung off in the middle of the night.  The rest of it I can\'t tell you.  I seemed to have blocked it out as a protective mechanism.  If you want, I can go through hypnosis for another blog day to uncover the lost memory.  Or Christy Jo could just comment below, I suppose. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When I stumbled around the hotel website prior to our visit, I unearthed stories of wheezing and coughing coming from room corners.  (The hotel was formerly a hospital.  And yes, there were mental patients because I asked in my 15 minute round of questioning.  I knew there had to be some reason why their restaurant is named The Asylum.) </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Other guest experiences include (but are not limited to) strange noises, TV\'s turning on and off, voices, and unexplained smells of dust and flowers.  There have also been reports of cigarette and whisky smells which I think is a dead country music singer living it up in the afterlife.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Guests claim to have seen apparations of a nurse as well as a woman in white.  According to legend, the woman and her babydied in childbirth.  The woman in white is distraught over the treatment of her child who was buried in an unmarked grave. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Are you scared yet?  :-o </span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We also have the story of my friend, Perry, who didn\'t believe in ghosts until after his stay at the Jerome Grand Hotel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the middle of the night, Perry heard kids running up and down the hall.  The kids didn\'t let up, so Perry exited his room to tell them to stop.  There was no one there. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When he returned to his bed, the kids ran amuck again.  Perry was offically pissed.  He swung open the door to an empty hallway. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Perry then camped out behind the door with his hand on the knob.  As soon as he heard the kids directly outside his room, he flung open the door. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>No one was there!!!!!  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />At that moment, Perry converted to a believer.  Duh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Anywho, back to the Ghost Huntresses stalled in the lobby by the wordy front desk attendant.  When the girls wanted to strangle me for delaying dinner, I graciously thanked Mr. Front Desk Guy, and we were off! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Or up, to be precise.  We boarded an old-fashioned elevator that is supposed to be haunted by the ghost of Claude Harvey.  Claude reportedly met with foul play in the elevator shaft. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We creaked open the door to Room 10 and...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>Boo!  </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Nothing happened.  Just wanted to make sure you are still with me.  :-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The Ghost Huntress Sarah immediately scoured the room while I acted like a ghost paparazzi with my camera.  Guests previously captured images and orbs of light at various locations in the hotel.  You can see those pictures <strong><a href=\"http://www.jeromeghosthunting.com/Ghost%20Hunt%20Photos.htm\" target=\"_blank\">here</a>.  </strong></p>\n\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\n\n<p>Tech savvy Ghost Huntresses Christy Jo and Becky Jo whipped out their iPad and iPhone featuring the Ghost Radar app. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">Apple, you crack me up.  Ghost Radar app?!?!  hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!</span></span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p>Ghost Radar not only lit up like a Christmas tree with \"activity\", but it also spat out words that Becky Jo swore pertained to us!  Again, I have blocked out those words in my post-haunted-amnesia, so the other girls really need to step up and comment below. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I excused myself to the ladies room.  After I finished my business, I stood in the bathroom and...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>I screamed bloody murder!!! </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>To freak the girls out. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Nothing happened this time either.  The girls gasped, \"Michelle?!?!\" from the room, but when I threw open the door, I found them huddled on the other side of the room ready to make an escape. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I made a mental note that I seriously hoped nothing otherwordly happened that night.  My fellow Ghost Huntresses would be of no help and would be outta there faster than you can say, \"Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>After this flurry of photo ops and ghost radar apps, we decided to step out to dinner.  The restaurant was conveniently located right outside our room. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As we entered the lobby, a really ugly/scary statue of a twisted wee man sat on an old wheelchair.  Christy insisted that I pose for a photo.  She directed me to pretend to push the wheelchair from behind.  I, always the method actress, also performed a mute scream this time.  A false alarm with your friends is one thing; a false alarm with dinner guests could get me kicked out of the joint. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Christy Jo then spazzed out about something with my camera.  I tuned her out while wondering what kind of food The Asylum served.  Becky Jo flipped out as well as she brought me my camera. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And now it\'s time for the photo reveal.  May I have a drum roll, please?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p> <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Uh-huh.  Those are orbs of light, baby. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong>Holy Sh#%balls!!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I nearly hyperventilated.  I just took dozens of photos of the room, and those images were crystal clear!!!  Well...all of them except one.  Look closely at the back of Sarah\'s leg.  It\'s not a bleach stain, my friends. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2109\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s a frickin\' orb!!!! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now...when Kimeee saw this photo upon my return, she asked, \"What are these \"orbs\"?  Have you researched them?  What are they supposedly comprised of?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But Kimeee is an attorney, and therefore thinks about things logically and rationally on a daily basis. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I, as her right-brained artsy fartsy friend, see balls of light on a photo, think back to the mention of orbs on the hotel website, and need no further explanation. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Do you?!?! </span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ladies and 3 token gents, let\'s be perfectly candid with each other, shall we? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>THERE IS NO LOGICAL EXPLANATION!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>There was nothing on my camera lens.  There were no special lighting effects in the hotel lobby as evidenced by subsequent photos in the same location.  You have my word that I did not alter the photo in any way, shape or form. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I believe I mentioned that the location of the orbs was merely several feet from our room?!?!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When you experience the supernatural within 15 minutes of arriving at your room, you must call out the big guns. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>For the rest of the evening, we were comfortably numb.  So who knows if anything else happened. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We did scour the hallways with our Ghost Radar and cameras later on, but no trace of anything alarming. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In my humble opinion, the orbs were more than enough. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The Ghost Huntresses continue to be ghost magnets. <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/17/day-51-we-see-dead-people/\" target=\"_blank\"> (See Day 51 for our backstory.) </a></strong></p>\n\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">We are now accepting offers for our own Ghost Huntress TV show. </span> </span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We\'re prettier, smarter, and infinitely more talented than those morons on <em>The Jersey Shore</em>.  If they can land a TV gig, why can\'t we? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Dreams do come true, my friends.  Dreams do come true!  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2111\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>','Day 57:  We Saw Dead People (or if you want to be technical, \"orbs\")','','inherit','open','open','','2098-revision-17','','','2010-11-23 12:57:11','2010-11-23 19:57:11','',2098,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/23/2098-revision-17/',0,'revision','',0),(2118,1,'2010-11-23 12:55:30','2010-11-23 19:55:30','<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Holy crap!</span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">You\'re not going to believe the photo below!!</span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But first I need to set up our ghostly adventure.  I\'m certainly not going to whip out the photo now and kill the suspense.  ;-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On Day 57, the four Ghost Huntresses (me, Christy Jo, Becky Jo, and Sarah) abandoned the comfort and safety of our homes to check into one of the most haunted places in the world.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In case you were wondering, yes, we\'re nuts. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And also a lot of fun. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And exceptionally brave when Patron is involved. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We arrived at the Jerome Grand Hotel around dinner time.  The dark and <span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">stormy</span> chilly full moon night set the stage for an eerie everning. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The Jerome Grand Hotel sits on the top of the hill over the town of Jerome which we all agreed was super creepy.  Christy Jo started freaking out as she drove up the hill.  Apparently, she noticed a bedroom light flashing on and off.   This coupled with the (no) vacancy sign flickering only a \"cy\" reminded her way too much of the Bates motel. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Even I, with all of my bravado, had a \"What the hell have I gotten us into?!?!\" moment.</span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We all shrieked like school girls as we unloaded our bags from the car.  We schlepped up to the hotel and checked in with a front desk attendant who (god bless him) had no idea that I was about to pepper him with 15 minutes worth of questions. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now that I think about it, his rambling and long-winded answers were probably a ploy to keep the excited hottie girls from Phoenix down in the uneventful lobby for as long as he could.  His scheme worked. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We found out that our Room 10 had seen \"activity\".  Christy Jo flipped through the guest log and found entries for Room 10 which included bed covers flung off in the middle of the night.  The rest of it I can\'t tell you.  I seemed to have blocked it out as a protective mechanism.  If you want, I can go through hypnosis for another blog day to uncover the lost memory.  Or Christy Jo could just comment below, I suppose. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When I stumbled around the hotel website prior to our visit, I unearthed stories of wheezing and coughing coming from room corners.  (The hotel was formerly a hospital.  And yes, there were mental patients because I asked in my 15 minute round of questioning.  I knew there had to be some reason why their restaurant is named The Asylum.) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Other guest experiences include (but are not limited to) strange noises, TV\'s turning on and off, voices, and unexplained smells of dust and flowers.  There have also been reports of cigarette and whisky smells which I think is a dead country music singer living it up in the afterlife.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Guests claim to have seen apparations of a nurse as well as a woman in white.  According to legend, the woman and her babydied in childbirth.  The woman in white is distraught over the treatment of her child who was buried in an unmarked grave. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Are you scared yet?  :-o </span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We also have the story of my friend, Perry, who didn\'t believe in ghosts until after his stay at the Jerome Grand Hotel. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In the middle of the night, Perry heard kids running up and down the hall.  The kids didn\'t let up, so Perry exited his room to tell them to stop.  There was no one there. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When he returned to his bed, the kids ran amuck again.  Perry was offically pissed.  He swung open the door to an empty hallway. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Perry then camped out behind the door with his hand on the knob.  As soon as he heard the kids directly outside his room, he flung open the door. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>No one was there!!!!!  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />At that moment, Perry converted to a believer.  Duh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Anywho, back to the Ghost Huntresses stalled in the lobby by the wordy front desk attendant.  When the girls wanted to strangle me for delaying dinner, I graciously thanked Mr. Front Desk Guy, and we were off! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Or up, to be precise.  We boarded an old-fashioned elevator that is supposed to be haunted by the ghost of Claude Harvey.  Claude reportedly met with foul play in the elevator shaft. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We creaked open the door to Room 10 and...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>Boo!  </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Nothing happened.  Just wanted to make sure you are still with me.  :-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The Ghost Huntress Sarah immediately scoured the room while I acted like a ghost paparazzi with my camera.  Guests previously captured images and orbs of light at various locations in the hotel.  You can see those pictures <strong><a href=\"http://www.jeromeghosthunting.com/Ghost%20Hunt%20Photos.htm\" target=\"_blank\">here</a>.  </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>Tech savvy Ghost Huntresses Christy Jo and Becky Jo whipped out their iPad and iPhone featuring the Ghost Radar app. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">Apple, you crack me up.  Ghost Radar app?!?!  hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!</span></span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ghost Radar not only lit up like a Christmas tree with \"activity\", but it also spat out words that Becky Jo swore pertained to us!  Again, I have blocked out those words in my post-haunted-amnesia, so the other girls really need to step up and comment below. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I excused myself to the ladies room.  After I finished my business, I stood in the bathroom and...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>I screamed bloody murder!!! </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>To freak the girls out. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Nothing happened this time either.  The girls gasped, \"Michelle?!?!\" from the room, but when I threw open the door, I found them huddled on the other side of the room ready to make an escape. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I made a mental note that I seriously hoped nothing otherwordly happened that night.  My fellow Ghost Huntresses would be of no help and would be outta there faster than you can say, \"Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>After this flurry of photo ops and ghost radar apps, we decided to step out to dinner.  The restaurant was conveniently located right outside our room. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As we entered the lobby, a really ugly/scary statue of a twisted wee man sat on an old wheelchair.  Christy insisted that I pose for a photo.  She directed me to pretend to push the wheelchair from behind.  I, always the method actress, also performed a mute scream this time.  A false alarm with your friends is one thing; a false alarm with dinner guests could get me kicked out of the joint. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Christy Jo then spazzed out about something with my camera.  I tuned her out while wondering what kind of food The Asylum served.  Becky Jo flipped out as well as she brought me my camera. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And now it\'s time for the photo reveal.  May I have a drum roll, please?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p> <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-huh.  Those are orbs of light, baby. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong>Holy Sh#%balls!!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I nearly hyperventilated.  I just took dozens of photos of the room, and those images were crystal clear!!!  Well...all of them except one.  Look closely at the back of Sarah\'s leg.  It\'s not a bleach stain, my friends. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2109\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It\'s a frickin\' orb!!!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now...when Kimeee saw this photo upon my return, she asked, \"What are these \"orbs\"?  Have you researched them?  What are they supposedly comprised of?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But Kimeee is an attorney, and therefore thinks about things logically and rationally on a daily basis. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I, as her right-brained artsy fartsy friend, see balls of light on a photo, think back to the mention of orbs on the hotel website, and need no further explanation. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Do you?!?! </span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ladies and 3 token gents, let\'s be perfectly candid with each other, shall we? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>THERE IS NO LOGICAL EXPLANATION!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>There was nothing on my camera lens.  There were no special lighting effects in the hotel lobby as evidenced by subsequent photos in the same location.  You have my word that I did not alter the photo in any way, shape or form. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I believe I mentioned that the location of the orbs was merely several feet from our room?!?!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When you experience the supernatural within 15 minutes of arriving at your room, you must call out the big guns. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>For the rest of the evening, we were comfortably numb.  So who knows if anything else happened. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We did scour the hallways with our Ghost Radar and cameras later on, but no trace of anything alarming. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In my humble opinion, the orbs were more than enough. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The Ghost Huntresses continue to be ghost magnets. <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/17/day-51-we-see-dead-people/\" target=\"_blank\"> (See Day 51 for our backstory.) </a></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">We are now accepting offers for our own Ghost Huntress TV show. </span> </span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We\'re prettier, smarter, and infinitely more talented than those morons on <em>The Jersey Shore</em>.  If they can land a TV gig, why can\'t we? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Dreams do come true, my friends.  Dreams do come true!  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2111\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>','Day 57:  We Saw Dead People (or if you want to be technical, \"orbs\")','','inherit','open','open','','2098-revision-16','','','2010-11-23 12:55:30','2010-11-23 19:55:30','',2098,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/23/2098-revision-16/',0,'revision','',0),(2120,1,'2010-11-23 12:59:53','2010-11-23 19:59:53','<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Holy crap!</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">You\'re not going to believe the photo below!!</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>First I need to set up our ghostly adventure.  I\'m certainly not going to whip out the photo now and kill the suspense.  ;-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On Day 57, the four Ghost Huntresses (me, Christy Jo, Becky Jo, and Sarah) abandoned the comfort and safety of our homes to check into one of the most haunted places in the world.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In case you were wondering, yes, we\'re nuts. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And also a lot of fun. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And exceptionally brave when Patron is involved. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We arrived at the <a href=\"http://www.jeromegrandhotel.net/\"><strong>Jerome Grand Hotel</strong> </a>around dinner time.  The dark and <span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">stormy</span> chilly full moon night set the stage for an eerie everning. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The Jerome Grand Hotel sits on the top of the hill over the town of Jerome which we all agreed was super creepy.  Christy Jo started freaking out as she drove up the hill.  Apparently, she noticed a bedroom light flashing on and off.   This coupled with the (no) vacancy sign flickering only a \"cy\" reminded her way too much of the Bates motel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Even I, with all of my bravado, had a \"What the hell have I gotten us into?!?!\" moment.</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We all shrieked like school girls as we unloaded our bags from the car.  We schlepped up to the hotel and checked in with a front desk attendant who (god bless him) had no idea that I was about to pepper him with 15 minutes worth of questions. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now that I think about it, his rambling and long-winded answers were probably a ploy to keep the excited hottie girls from Phoenix down in the uneventful lobby for as long as he could.  His scheme worked. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">We found out that our Room 10 had seen \"activity\".  </span>Christy Jo flipped through the guest log and found entries for Room 10 which included bed covers flung off in the middle of the night.  The rest of it I can\'t tell you.  I seemed to have blocked it out as a protective mechanism.  If you want, I can go through hypnosis for another blog day to uncover the lost memory.  Or Christy Jo could just comment below, I suppose. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When I stumbled around the hotel website prior to our visit, I unearthed stories of wheezing and coughing coming from room corners.  (The hotel was formerly a hospital.  And yes, there were mental patients because I asked in my 15 minute round of questioning.  I knew there had to be some reason why their restaurant is named The Asylum.) </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Other guest experiences include (but are not limited to) strange noises, TV\'s turning on and off, voices, and unexplained smells of dust and flowers.  There have also been reports of cigarette and whisky smells which I think is a dead country music singer living it up in the afterlife.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Guests claim to have seen apparations of a nurse as well as a woman in white.  According to legend, the woman and her babydied in childbirth.  The woman in white is distraught over the treatment of her child who was buried in an unmarked grave. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Are you scared yet?  :-o </span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We also have the story of my friend, Perry, who didn\'t believe in ghosts until after his stay at the Jerome Grand Hotel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the middle of the night, Perry heard kids running up and down the hall.  The kids didn\'t let up, so Perry exited his room to tell them to stop.  There was no one there. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When he returned to his bed, the kids ran amuck again.  Perry was offically pissed.  He swung open the door to an empty hallway. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Perry then camped out behind the door with his hand on the knob.  As soon as he heard the kids directly outside his room, he flung open the door. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>No one was there!!!!!  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />At that moment, Perry converted to a believer.  Duh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Anywho, back to the Ghost Huntresses stalled in the lobby by the wordy front desk attendant.  When the girls wanted to strangle me for delaying dinner, I graciously thanked Mr. Front Desk Guy, and we were off! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Or up, to be precise.  We boarded an old-fashioned elevator that is supposed to be haunted by the ghost of Claude Harvey.  Claude reportedly met with foul play in the elevator shaft. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We creaked open the door to Room 10 and...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>Boo!  </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Nothing happened.  Just wanted to make sure you are still with me.  :-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The Ghost Huntress Sarah immediately scoured the room while I acted like a ghost paparazzi with my camera.  Guests previously captured images and orbs of light at various locations in the hotel.  You can see those pictures <strong><a href=\"http://www.jeromeghosthunting.com/Ghost%20Hunt%20Photos.htm\" target=\"_blank\">here</a>.  </strong></p>\n\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\n\n<p>Tech savvy Ghost Huntresses Christy Jo and Becky Jo whipped out their iPad and iPhone featuring the Ghost Radar app. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">Apple, you crack me up.  Ghost Radar app?!?!  hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!</span></span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p>Ghost Radar not only lit up like a Christmas tree with \"activity\", but it also spat out words that Becky Jo swore pertained to us!  Again, I have blocked out those words in my post-haunted-amnesia, so the other girls really need to step up and comment below. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I excused myself to the ladies room.  After I finished my business, I stood in the bathroom and...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>I screamed bloody murder!!! </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>To freak the girls out. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Nothing happened this time either.  The girls gasped, \"Michelle?!?!\" from the room, but when I threw open the door, I found them huddled on the other side of the room ready to make an escape. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I made a mental note that I seriously hoped nothing otherwordly happened that night.  My fellow Ghost Huntresses would be of no help and would be outta there faster than you can say, \"Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>After this flurry of photo ops and ghost radar apps, we decided to step out to dinner.  The restaurant was conveniently located right outside our room. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As we entered the lobby, a really ugly/scary statue of a twisted wee man sat on an old wheelchair.  Christy insisted that I pose for a photo.  She directed me to pretend to push the wheelchair from behind.  I, always the method actress, also performed a mute scream this time.  A false alarm with your friends is one thing; a false alarm with dinner guests could get me kicked out of the joint. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Christy Jo then spazzed out about something with my camera.  I tuned her out while wondering what kind of food The Asylum served.  Becky Jo flipped out as well as she brought me my camera. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And now it\'s time for the photo reveal.  May I have a drum roll, please?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p> <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Uh-huh.  Those are orbs of light, baby. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong>Holy Sh#%balls!!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I nearly hyperventilated.  I just took dozens of photos of the room, and those images were crystal clear!!!  Well...all of them except one.  Look closely at the back of Sarah\'s leg.  It\'s not a bleach stain, my friends. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2109\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s a frickin\' orb!!!! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now...when Kimeee saw this photo upon my return, she asked, \"What are these \"orbs\"?  Have you researched them?  What are they supposedly comprised of?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But Kimeee is an attorney, and therefore thinks about things logically and rationally on a daily basis. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I, as her right-brained artsy fartsy friend, see balls of light on a photo, think back to the mention of orbs on the hotel website, and need no further explanation. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Do you?!?! </span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ladies and 3 token gents, let\'s be perfectly candid with each other, shall we? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>THERE IS NO LOGICAL EXPLANATION!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>There was nothing on my camera lens.  There were no special lighting effects in the hotel lobby as evidenced by subsequent photos in the same location.  You have my word that I did not alter the photo in any way, shape or form. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I believe I mentioned that the location of the orbs was merely several feet from our room?!?!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When you experience the supernatural within 15 minutes of arriving at your room, you must call out the big guns. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>For the rest of the evening, we were comfortably numb.  So who knows if anything else happened. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We did scour the hallways with our Ghost Radar and cameras later on, but no trace of anything alarming. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In my humble opinion, the orbs were more than enough. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The Ghost Huntresses continue to be ghost magnets. <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/17/day-51-we-see-dead-people/\" target=\"_blank\"> (See Day 51 for our backstory.) </a></strong></p>\n\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">We are now accepting offers for our own Ghost Huntress TV show. </span> </span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We\'re prettier, smarter, and infinitely more talented than those morons on <em>The Jersey Shore</em>.  If they can land a TV gig, why can\'t we? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Dreams do come true, my friends.  Dreams do come true!  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2111\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>','Day 57:  We Saw Dead People (or if you want to be technical, \"orbs\")','','inherit','open','open','','2098-revision-18','','','2010-11-23 12:59:53','2010-11-23 19:59:53','',2098,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/23/2098-revision-18/',0,'revision','',0),(2121,1,'2010-11-23 13:06:16','2010-11-23 20:06:16','<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Holy crap!</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">You\'re not going to believe the photo below!!</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>First I need to set up our ghostly adventure.  I\'m certainly not going to whip out the photo now and kill the suspense.  ;-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On Day 57, the four Ghost Huntresses (me, Christy Jo, Becky Jo, and Sarah) abandoned the comfort and safety of our homes to check into one of the most haunted places in the world.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In case you were wondering, yes, we\'re nuts. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And also a lot of fun. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And exceptionally brave when Patron is involved. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We arrived at the <a href=\"http://www.jeromegrandhotel.net/\"><strong>Jerome Grand Hotel</strong> </a>around dinner time.  The dark and <span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">stormy</span> chilly full moon night set the stage for an eerie everning. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The Jerome Grand Hotel sits on the top of the hill over the town of Jerome which we all agreed was super creepy.  Christy Jo started freaking out as she drove up the hill.  Apparently, she noticed a bedroom light flashing on and off.   This coupled with the (no) vacancy sign flickering only a \"cy\" reminded her way too much of the Bates motel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Even I, with all of my bravado, had a \"What the hell have I gotten us into?!?!\" moment.</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We all shrieked like school girls as we unloaded our bags from the car.  We schlepped up to the hotel and checked in with a front desk attendant who (god bless him) had no idea that I was about to pepper him with 15 minutes worth of questions. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now that I think about it, his rambling and long-winded answers were probably a ploy to keep the excited hottie girls from Phoenix down in the uneventful lobby for as long as he could.  His scheme worked. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">We found out that our Room 10 had seen \"activity\".  </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span> </p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span>Christy Jo flipped through the guest log and found entries for Room 10 which included bed covers flung off in the middle of the night.  The rest of it I can\'t tell you.  I seemed to have blocked it out as a protective mechanism.  If you want, I can go through hypnosis for another blog day to uncover the lost memory.  Or Christy Jo could just comment below, I suppose. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When I stumbled around the hotel website prior to our visit, I unearthed stories of wheezing and coughing coming from room corners.  (The hotel was formerly a hospital.  And yes, there were mental patients because I asked in my 15 minute round of questioning.  I knew there had to be some reason why their restaurant is named The Asylum.) </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Other guest experiences include (but are not limited to) strange noises, TV\'s turning on and off, voices, and unexplained smells of dust and flowers.  There have also been reports of cigarette and whisky smells which I think is most obviously a dead country music singer living it up in the afterlife.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Guests also claim to have seen apparations of a nurse as well as a woman in white.  According to legend, the woman and her babydied in childbirth.  The woman in white is distraught over the treatment of her child who was buried in an unmarked grave. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Are you scared yet?  :-o </span></span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Here\'s a first-hand account from my friend, Perry, who didn\'t believe in ghosts until after his stay at the Jerome Grand Hotel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the middle of the night, Perry heard kids running up and down the hall.  The kids didn\'t let up, so Perry exited his room to tell them to stop.  There was no one there. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When he returned to his bed, the kids ran amuck again.  Perry was offically pissed.  He swung open the door to an empty hallway. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Perry then camped out behind the door with his hand on the knob.  As soon as he heard the kids directly outside his room, he flung open the door. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>No one was there!!!!!  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />At that moment, Perry converted to a believer.  Duh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Anywho, back to the Ghost Huntresses stalled in the lobby by the wordy front desk attendant.  When the girls wanted to strangle me for delaying dinner, I graciously thanked Mr. Front Desk Guy, and we were off! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Or up, to be precise.  We boarded an old-fashioned elevator that is supposed to be haunted by the ghost of Claude Harvey.  Claude reportedly met with foul play in the elevator shaft. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We creaked open the door to Room 10 and...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>Boo!  </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Nothing happened.  Just wanted to make sure you are still with me.  :-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The Ghost Huntress Sarah immediately scoured the room while I acted like a ghost paparazzi with my camera.  Guests previously captured images and orbs of light at various locations in the hotel.  You can see those pictures <strong><a href=\"http://www.jeromeghosthunting.com/Ghost%20Hunt%20Photos.htm\" target=\"_blank\">here</a>.  </strong></p>\n\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\n\n<p>Tech savvy Ghost Huntresses Christy Jo and Becky Jo whipped out their iPad and iPhone featuring the Ghost Radar app. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">Apple, you crack me up.  Ghost Radar app?!?!  hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!</span></span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p>Ghost Radar not only lit up like a Christmas tree with \"activity\", but it also spat out words that Becky Jo swore pertained to us!  Again, I have blocked out those words in my post-haunted-amnesia, so the other girls really need to step up and comment below. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I excused myself to the ladies room.  After I finished my business, I stood in the bathroom and...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">I screamed bloody murder!!! </span></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p>To freak the girls out. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Nothing happened this time either.  The girls gasped, \"Michelle?!?!\" from the room, but when I threw open the door, I found them huddled on the other side of the room ready to make an escape. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I made a mental note that I seriously hoped nothing otherwordly happened that night.  My fellow Ghost Huntresses would be of no help and would be outta there faster than you can say, \"Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>After this flurry of photo ops and ghost radar apps, we decided to step out to dinner.  The restaurant was conveniently located right outside our room. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As we entered the lobby, a really ugly/scary statue of a twisted wee man sat on an old wheelchair.  Christy insisted that I pose for a photo.  She directed me to pretend to push the wheelchair from behind.  I, always the method actress, also performed a mute scream this time.  A false alarm with your friends is one thing; a false alarm with dinner guests could get me kicked out of the joint. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Christy Jo then spazzed out about something with my camera.  I tuned her out while wondering what kind of food The Asylum served.  Becky Jo flipped out as well as she brought me my camera. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And now it\'s time for the photo reveal.  May I have a drum roll, please?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p> <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Uh-huh.  Those are orbs of light, baby. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong>Holy Sh#%balls!!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I nearly hyperventilated.  I just took dozens of photos of the room, and those images were crystal clear!!!  Well...all of them except one.  Look closely at the back of Sarah\'s leg.  It\'s not a bleach stain, my friends. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2109\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s a frickin\' orb!!!! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now...when Kimeee saw this photo upon my return, she asked, \"What are these \"orbs\"?  Have you researched them?  What are they supposedly comprised of?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But Kimeee is an attorney, and therefore thinks about things logically and rationally on a daily basis. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I, as her right-brained artsy fartsy friend, see balls of light on a photo, think back to the mention of orbs on the hotel website, and need no further explanation. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Do you?!?! </span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ladies and 3 token gents, let\'s be perfectly candid with each other, shall we? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>THERE IS NO LOGICAL EXPLANATION!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>There was nothing on my camera lens.  There were no special lighting effects in the hotel lobby as evidenced by subsequent photos in the same location.  You have my word that I did not alter the photo in any way, shape or form. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I believe I mentioned that the location of the orbs was merely several feet from our room?!?!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When you experience the supernatural within 15 minutes of arriving at your room, you must call out the big guns. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>For the rest of the evening, we were comfortably numb.  So who knows if anything else happened. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We did scour the hallways with our Ghost Radar and cameras later on, but no trace of anything alarming. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In my humble opinion, the orbs were more than enough. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The Ghost Huntresses continue to be ghost magnets. <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/17/day-51-we-see-dead-people/\" target=\"_blank\"> (See Day 51 for our backstory.) </a></strong></p>\n\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">We are now accepting offers for our own Ghost Huntress TV show. </span> </span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We\'re prettier, smarter, and infinitely more talented than those morons on <em>The Jersey Shore</em>.  If they can land a TV gig, why can\'t we? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Dreams do come true, my friends.  Dreams do come true!  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2111\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>','Day 57:  We Saw Dead People (or if you want to be technical, \"orbs\")','','inherit','open','open','','2098-revision-19','','','2010-11-23 13:06:16','2010-11-23 20:06:16','',2098,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/23/2098-revision-19/',0,'revision','',0),(2122,1,'2010-11-23 13:34:26','2010-11-23 20:34:26','<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Holy crap!</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">You\'re not going to believe the photo below!!</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>First I need to set up our ghostly adventure.  I\'m certainly not going to whip out the photo now and kill the suspense.  ;-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On Day 57, the four Ghost Huntresses (me, Christy Jo, Becky Jo, and Sarah) abandoned the comfort and safety of our homes to check into one of the most haunted places in the world.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In case you were wondering, yes, we\'re nuts. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And also a lot of fun. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And exceptionally brave when Patron is involved. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We arrived at the <a href=\"http://www.jeromegrandhotel.net/\"><strong>Jerome Grand Hotel</strong> </a>around dinner time.  The dark and <span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">stormy</span> chilly full moon night set the stage for an eerie everning. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The Jerome Grand Hotel sits on the top of the hill over the town of Jerome which we all agreed was super creepy.  Christy Jo started freaking out as she drove up the hill.  Apparently, she noticed a bedroom light flashing on and off.   This coupled with the (no) vacancy sign flickering only a \"cy\" reminded her way too much of the Bates motel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Even I, with all of my bravado, had a \"What the hell have I gotten us into?!?!\" moment.</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We all shrieked like school girls as we unloaded our bags from the car.  We schlepped up to the hotel and checked in with a front desk attendant who (god bless him) had no idea that I was about to pepper him with 15 minutes worth of questions. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now that I think about it, his rambling and long-winded answers were probably a ploy to keep the excited hottie girls from Phoenix down in the uneventful lobby for as long as he could.  His scheme worked. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">We found out that our Room 10 had seen \"activity\".  </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span> </p>\n\n<p>Christy Jo flipped through the guest log and found entries for Room 10 which included bed covers flung off in the middle of the night.  The rest of it I can\'t tell you.  I seemed to have blocked it out as a protective mechanism.  If you want, I can go through hypnosis for another blog day to uncover the lost memory.  Or Christy Jo could just comment below, I suppose. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When I stumbled around the hotel website prior to our visit, I unearthed stories of wheezing and coughing coming from room corners.  (The hotel was formerly a hospital.  And yes, there were mental patients because I asked in my 15 minute round of questioning.  I knew there had to be some reason why their restaurant is named The Asylum.) </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Other guest experiences include (but are not limited to) strange noises, TV\'s turning on and off, voices, and unexplained smells of dust and flowers.  There have also been reports of cigarette and whisky smells which I think is most obviously a dead country music singer living it up in the afterlife.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Guests also claim to have seen orbs of light, ectoplasm (wtf?!), apparations of a nurse, and a woman in white.  According to legend, the woman and her babydied in childbirth.  The woman in white is distraught over the treatment of her child who was buried in an unmarked grave. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Are you scared yet?  :-o </span></span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Here\'s a first-hand account from my friend, Perry, who didn\'t believe in ghosts until after his stay at the Jerome Grand Hotel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the middle of the night, Perry heard kids running up and down the hall.  The kids didn\'t let up, so Perry exited his room to tell them to stop.  There was no one there. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When he returned to his bed, the kids ran amuck again.  Perry was offically pissed.  He swung open the door to an empty hallway. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Perry then camped out behind the door with his hand on the knob.  As soon as he heard the kids directly outside his room, he flung open the door. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>No one was there!!!!!  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />At that moment, Perry converted to a believer.  Duh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Anywho, back to the Ghost Huntresses stalled in the lobby by the wordy front desk attendant.  When the girls wanted to strangle me for delaying dinner, I graciously thanked Mr. Front Desk Guy, and we were off! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Or up, to be precise.  We boarded an old-fashioned elevator that is supposed to be haunted by the ghost of Claude Harvey.  Claude reportedly met with foul play in the elevator shaft. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We creaked open the door to Room 10 and...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>Boo!  </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Nothing happened.  Just wanted to make sure you are still with me.  :-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The Ghost Huntress Sarah immediately scoured the room while I acted like a ghost paparazzi with my camera.  Guests previously captured images and orbs of light at various locations in the hotel.  You can see those pictures <strong><a href=\"http://www.jeromeghosthunting.com/Ghost%20Hunt%20Photos.htm\" target=\"_blank\">here</a>.  </strong></p>\n\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\n\n<p>Tech savvy Ghost Huntresses Christy Jo and Becky Jo whipped out their iPad and iPhone featuring the Ghost Radar app. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">Apple, you crack me up.  Ghost Radar app?!?!  </span></span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!</span></span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p>Ghost Radar not only lit up like a Christmas tree with \"activity\", but it also spat out words that Becky Jo swore pertained to us!  Again, I have blocked out those words in my post-haunted-amnesia, so the other Ghost Huntresses really need to chime in and comment below. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the midst of all this mayhem, I excused myself to the ladies room.  After I finished my business, I stood in the bathroom and...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">I screamed bloody murder!!! </span></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p>To freak the girls out. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Nothing happened this time either. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The girls gasped, \"Michelle?!?!\" from the room, but when I threw open the door, I found them huddled on the other side of the room ready to make an escape. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I made a mental note that I seriously hoped nothing otherwordly happened that night.  My fellow Ghost Huntresses would be of no help and would be outta there faster than you can say, \"Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>After this flurry of photo ops and ghost radar apps, we decided to step out to dinner.  The restaurant was conveniently located right outside our room. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As we entered the lobby, a really ugly/scary statue of a twisted wee man sat on an old wheelchair.  Christy insisted that I pose for a photo.  She directed me to pretend to push the wheelchair from behind.  I, always the method actress, performed a mute scream this time around.  A false alarm with your friends is one thing; a false alarm with dinner guests could get me kicked out of the joint. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Christy Jo then spazzed out about something with my camera.  I tuned her out while wondering what kind of food The Asylum served.  Becky Jo flipped out as well as she brought me my camera. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And now it\'s time for the photo reveal.  May I have a drum roll, please?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p> <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Uh-huh.  Those are orbs of light, baby. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong>Holy Sh#%balls!!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I nearly hyperventilated.  I just took dozens of photos of the room, and those images were crystal clear!!!  Well...all of them except one.  Look closely at the back of Sarah\'s leg.  It\'s not a bleach stain, my friends. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2109\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s a frickin\' orb!!!! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now...when Kimeee saw this photo upon my return, she asked, \"What are these \"orbs\"?  Have you researched them?  What are they supposedly comprised of?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But Kimeee is an attorney, and therefore thinks about things logically and rationally on a daily basis. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I, as her right-brained artsy fartsy friend, see balls of unknown nature on a photo, think back to the mention of orbs on the hotel website, and need no further explanation. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Do you?!?! </span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ladies and 3 token gents, let\'s be perfectly candid with each other, shall we? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>THERE IS NO LOGICAL EXPLANATION!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>There was nothing on my camera lens.  There were no special lighting effects in the hotel lobby as evidenced by subsequent photos in the same location.  You have my word that I did not alter the photo in any way, shape or form. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I believe I mentioned that the location of the orbs was merely several feet from our room?!?!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When you experience the supernatural within 15 minutes of arriving at your room, you must call out the big guns. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>For the rest of the evening, our fear<span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">less</span>ful heroines had become comfortably numb.  So who knows if anything else happened. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We did scour the hallways with our Ghost Radar and cameras later on, but no trace of anything alarming. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In my humble opinion, the orbs were more than enough. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>So there you have it.  The Ghost Huntresses continue to be ghost magnets. <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/17/day-51-we-see-dead-people/\" target=\"_blank\"> (See Day 51 for our backstory.) </a></strong></p>\n\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">We are now accepting offers for our own Ghost Huntress TV show. </span> </span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We\'re prettier, smarter, and infinitely more talented than those morons on <em>The Jersey Shore</em>.  If they can land a TV gig, why can\'t we? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>My pitch to The Discovery Channel or similar station:  Charlie\'s Angels Meets Casper. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Dreams do come true, my friends.  Dreams do come true!  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2111\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>','Day 57:  We Saw Dead People (or if you want to be technical, \"orbs\")','','inherit','open','open','','2098-revision-20','','','2010-11-23 13:34:26','2010-11-23 20:34:26','',2098,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/23/2098-revision-20/',0,'revision','',0),(2123,1,'2010-11-23 13:34:40','2010-11-23 20:34:40','<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Holy crap!</span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">You\'re not going to believe the photo below!!</span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>First I need to set up our ghostly adventure.  I\'m certainly not going to whip out the photo now and kill the suspense.  ;-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On Day 57, the four Ghost Huntresses (me, Christy Jo, Becky Jo, and Sarah) abandoned the comfort and safety of our homes to check into one of the most haunted places in the world.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In case you were wondering, yes, we\'re nuts. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And also a lot of fun. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And exceptionally brave when Patron is involved. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We arrived at the <a href=\"http://www.jeromegrandhotel.net/\"><strong>Jerome Grand Hotel</strong> </a>around dinner time.  The dark and <span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">stormy</span> chilly full moon night set the stage for an eerie everning. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The Jerome Grand Hotel sits on the top of the hill over the town of Jerome which we all agreed was super creepy.  Christy Jo started freaking out as she drove up the hill.  Apparently, she noticed a bedroom light flashing on and off.   This coupled with the (no) vacancy sign flickering only a \"cy\" reminded her way too much of the Bates motel. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Even I, with all of my bravado, had a \"What the hell have I gotten us into?!?!\" moment.</span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We all shrieked like school girls as we unloaded our bags from the car.  We schlepped up to the hotel and checked in with a front desk attendant who (god bless him) had no idea that I was about to pepper him with 15 minutes worth of questions. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now that I think about it, his rambling and long-winded answers were probably a ploy to keep the excited hottie girls from Phoenix down in the uneventful lobby for as long as he could.  His scheme worked. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">We found out that our Room 10 had seen \"activity\".  </span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>Christy Jo flipped through the guest log and found entries for Room 10 which included bed covers flung off in the middle of the night.  The rest of it I can\'t tell you.  I seemed to have blocked it out as a protective mechanism.  If you want, I can go through hypnosis for another blog day to uncover the lost memory.  Or Christy Jo could just comment below, I suppose. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When I stumbled around the hotel website prior to our visit, I unearthed stories of wheezing and coughing coming from room corners.  (The hotel was formerly a hospital.  And yes, there were mental patients because I asked in my 15 minute round of questioning.  I knew there had to be some reason why their restaurant is named The Asylum.) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Other guest experiences include (but are not limited to) strange noises, TV\'s turning on and off, voices, and unexplained smells of dust and flowers.  There have also been reports of cigarette and whisky smells which I think is most obviously a dead country music singer living it up in the afterlife.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Guests also claim to have seen orbs of light, ectoplasm (wtf?!), apparations of a nurse, and a woman in white.  According to legend, the woman and her babydied in childbirth.  The woman in white is distraught over the treatment of her child who was buried in an unmarked grave. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Are you scared yet?  :-o </span></span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Here\'s a first-hand account from my friend, Perry, who didn\'t believe in ghosts until after his stay at the Jerome Grand Hotel. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In the middle of the night, Perry heard kids running up and down the hall.  The kids didn\'t let up, so Perry exited his room to tell them to stop.  There was no one there. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When he returned to his bed, the kids ran amuck again.  Perry was offically pissed.  He swung open the door to an empty hallway. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Perry then camped out behind the door with his hand on the knob.  As soon as he heard the kids directly outside his room, he flung open the door. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>No one was there!!!!!  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />At that moment, Perry converted to a believer.  Duh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Anywho, back to the Ghost Huntresses stalled in the lobby by the wordy front desk attendant.  When the girls wanted to strangle me for delaying dinner, I graciously thanked Mr. Front Desk Guy, and we were off! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Or up, to be precise.  We boarded an old-fashioned elevator that is supposed to be haunted by the ghost of Claude Harvey.  Claude reportedly met with foul play in the elevator shaft. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We creaked open the door to Room 10 and...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>Boo!  </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Nothing happened.  Just wanted to make sure you are still with me.  :-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The Ghost Huntress Sarah immediately scoured the room while I acted like a ghost paparazzi with my camera.  Guests previously captured images and orbs of light at various locations in the hotel.  You can see those pictures <strong><a href=\"http://www.jeromeghosthunting.com/Ghost%20Hunt%20Photos.htm\" target=\"_blank\">here</a>.  </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>Tech savvy Ghost Huntresses Christy Jo and Becky Jo whipped out their iPad and iPhone featuring the Ghost Radar app. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">Apple, you crack me up.  Ghost Radar app?!?!  </span></span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!</span></span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ghost Radar not only lit up like a Christmas tree with \"activity\", but it also spat out words that Becky Jo swore pertained to us!  Again, I have blocked out those words in my post-haunted-amnesia, so the other Ghost Huntresses really need to chime in and comment below. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In the midst of all this mayhem, I excused myself to the ladies room.  After I finished my business, I stood in the bathroom and...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">I screamed bloody murder!!! </span></strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>To freak the girls out. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Nothing happened this time either. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The girls gasped, \"Michelle?!?!\" from the room, but when I threw open the door, I found them huddled on the other side of the room ready to make an escape. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I made a mental note that I seriously hoped nothing otherwordly happened that night.  My fellow Ghost Huntresses would be of no help and would be outta there faster than you can say, \"Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>After this flurry of photo ops and ghost radar apps, we decided to step out to dinner.  The restaurant was conveniently located right outside our room. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As we entered the lobby, a really ugly/scary statue of a twisted wee man sat on an old wheelchair.  Christy insisted that I pose for a photo.  She directed me to pretend to push the wheelchair from behind.  I, always the method actress, performed a mute scream this time around.  A false alarm with your friends is one thing; a false alarm with dinner guests could get me kicked out of the joint. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Christy Jo then spazzed out about something with my camera.  I tuned her out while wondering what kind of food The Asylum served.  Becky Jo flipped out as well as she brought me my camera. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And now it\'s time for the photo reveal.  May I have a drum roll, please?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p> <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-huh.  Those are orbs of light, baby. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong>Holy Sh#%balls!!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I nearly hyperventilated.  I just took dozens of photos of the room, and those images were crystal clear!!!  Well...all of them except one.  Look closely at the back of Sarah\'s leg.  It\'s not a bleach stain, my friends. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2109\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It\'s a frickin\' orb!!!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now...when Kimeee saw this photo upon my return, she asked, \"What are these \"orbs\"?  Have you researched them?  What are they supposedly comprised of?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But Kimeee is an attorney, and therefore thinks about things logically and rationally on a daily basis. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I, as her right-brained artsy fartsy friend, see balls of unknown nature on a photo, think back to the mention of orbs on the hotel website, and need no further explanation. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Do you?!?! </span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ladies and 3 token gents, let\'s be perfectly candid with each other, shall we? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>THERE IS NO LOGICAL EXPLANATION!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>There was nothing on my camera lens.  There were no special lighting effects in the hotel lobby as evidenced by subsequent photos in the same location.  You have my word that I did not alter the photo in any way, shape or form. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I believe I mentioned that the location of the orbs was merely several feet from our room?!?!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When you experience the supernatural within 15 minutes of arriving at your room, you must call out the big guns. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>For the rest of the evening, our fear<span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">less</span>ful heroines had become comfortably numb.  So who knows if anything else happened. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We did scour the hallways with our Ghost Radar and cameras later on, but no trace of anything alarming. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In my humble opinion, the orbs were more than enough. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So there you have it.  The Ghost Huntresses continue to be ghost magnets. <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/17/day-51-we-see-dead-people/\" target=\"_blank\"> (See Day 51 for our backstory.) </a></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">We are now accepting offers for our own Ghost Huntress TV show. </span> </span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We\'re prettier, smarter, and infinitely more talented than those morons on <em>The Jersey Shore</em>.  If they can land a TV gig, why can\'t we? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My pitch to The Discovery Channel or similar station:  Charlie\'s Angels Meets Casper. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Dreams do come true, my friends.  Dreams do come true!  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2111\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>','Day 57:  We Saw Dead People (or if you want to be technical, \"orbs\")','','inherit','open','open','','2098-revision-21','','','2010-11-23 13:34:40','2010-11-23 20:34:40','',2098,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/23/2098-revision-21/',0,'revision','',0),(2124,1,'2010-11-23 13:36:41','2010-11-23 20:36:41','<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Holy crap!</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">You\'re not going to believe the photo below!!</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>First I need to set up our ghostly adventure.  I\'m certainly not going to whip out the photo now and kill the suspense.  ;-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On Day 57, the four Ghost Huntresses (me, Christy Jo, Becky Jo, and Sarah) abandoned the comfort and safety of our homes to check into one of the most haunted places in the world.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In case you were wondering, yes, we\'re nuts. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And also a lot of fun. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And exceptionally brave when Patron is involved. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We arrived at the <a href=\"http://www.jeromegrandhotel.net/\"><strong>Jerome Grand Hotel</strong> </a>around dinner time.  The dark and <span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">stormy</span> chilly full moon night set the stage for an eerie everning. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The Jerome Grand Hotel sits on the top of the hill over the town of Jerome which we all agreed was super creepy.  Christy Jo started freaking out as she drove up the hill.  Apparently, she noticed a bedroom light flashing on and off.   This coupled with the (no) vacancy sign flickering only a \"cy\" reminded her way too much of the Bates motel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Even I, with all of my bravado, had a \"What the hell have I gotten us into?!?!\" moment.</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We all shrieked like school girls as we unloaded our bags from the car.  We schlepped up to the hotel and checked in with a front desk attendant who (god bless him) had no idea that I was about to pepper him with 15 minutes worth of questions. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now that I think about it, his rambling and long-winded answers were probably a ploy to keep the excited hottie girls from Phoenix down in the uneventful lobby for as long as he could.  His scheme worked. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">We found out that our Room 10 had seen \"activity\".  </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span> </p>\n\n<p>Christy Jo flipped through the guest log and found entries for Room 10 which included bed covers flung off in the middle of the night.  The rest of it I can\'t tell you.  I seemed to have blocked it out as a protective mechanism.  If you want, I can go through hypnosis for another blog day to uncover the lost memory.  Or Christy Jo could just comment below, I suppose. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When I stumbled around the hotel website prior to our visit, I unearthed stories of wheezing and coughing coming from room corners.  (The hotel was formerly a hospital.  And yes, there were mental patients because I asked in my 15 minute round of questioning.  I knew there had to be some reason why their restaurant is named The Asylum.) </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Other guest experiences include (but are not limited to) strange noises, TV\'s turning on and off, voices, and unexplained smells of dust and flowers.  There have also been reports of cigarette and whisky smells which I think is most obviously a dead country music singer living it up in the afterlife.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Guests also claim to have seen orbs of light, ectoplasm (wtf?!), apparations of a nurse, and a woman in white.  According to legend, the woman and her babydied in childbirth.  The woman in white is distraught over the treatment of her child who was buried in an unmarked grave. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Are you scared yet?  :-o </span></span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Here\'s a first-hand account from my friend, Perry, who didn\'t believe in ghosts until after his stay at the Jerome Grand Hotel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the middle of the night, Perry heard kids running up and down the hall.  The kids didn\'t let up, so Perry exited his room to tell them to stop.  There was no one there. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When he returned to his bed, the kids ran amuck again.  Perry was offically pissed.  He swung open the door to an empty hallway. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Perry then camped out behind the door with his hand on the knob.  As soon as he heard the kids directly outside his room, he flung open the door. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>No one was there!!!!!  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />At that moment, Perry converted to a believer.  Duh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Anywho, back to the Ghost Huntresses stalled in the lobby by the wordy front desk attendant.  When the girls wanted to strangle me for delaying dinner, I graciously thanked Mr. Front Desk Guy, and we were off! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Or up, to be precise.  We boarded an old-fashioned elevator that is supposed to be haunted by the ghost of Claude Harvey.  Claude reportedly met with foul play in the elevator shaft. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We creaked open the door to Room 10 and...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>Boo!  </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Nothing happened.  Just wanted to make sure you are still with me.  :-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The Ghost Huntress Sarah immediately scoured the room while I acted like a ghost paparazzi with my camera.  Guests previously captured images and orbs of light at various locations in the hotel.  You can see those pictures <strong><a href=\"http://www.jeromeghosthunting.com/Ghost%20Hunt%20Photos.htm\" target=\"_blank\">here</a>.  </strong></p>\n\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\n\n<p>Tech savvy Ghost Huntresses Christy Jo and Becky Jo whipped out their iPad and iPhone featuring the Ghost Radar app. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">Apple, you crack me up.  Ghost Radar app?!?!  </span></span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!</span></span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p>Ghost Radar not only lit up like a Christmas tree with \"activity\", but it also spat out words that Becky Jo swore pertained to us!  Again, I have blocked out those words in my post-haunted-amnesia, so the other Ghost Huntresses really need to chime in and comment below. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the midst of all this mayhem, I excused myself to the ladies room.  After I finished my business, I stood in the bathroom and...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">I screamed bloody murder!!! </span></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p>To freak the girls out. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Nothing happened this time either. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The girls gasped, \"Michelle?!?!\" from the room, but when I threw open the door, I found them huddled on the other side of the room ready to make an escape. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I made a mental note that I seriously hoped nothing otherwordly happened that night.  My fellow Ghost Huntresses would be of no help and would be outta there faster than you can say, \"Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>After this flurry of photo ops and ghost radar apps, we decided to step out to dinner.  The restaurant was conveniently located right outside our room. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As we entered the lobby, a really ugly/scary statue of a twisted wee man sat on an old wheelchair.  Christy insisted that I pose for a photo.  She directed me to pretend to push the wheelchair from behind.  I, always the method actress, performed a mute scream this time around.  A false alarm with your friends is one thing; a false alarm with dinner guests could get me kicked out of the joint. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Christy Jo then spazzed out about something with my camera.  I tuned her out while wondering what kind of food The Asylum served.  Becky Jo flipped out as well as she brought me my camera. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And now it\'s time for the photo reveal.  May I have a drum roll, please?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p> <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Uh-huh.  Those are orbs of light, baby. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong>Holy Sh#%balls!!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I nearly hyperventilated.  I just took dozens of photos of the room, and those images were crystal clear!!!  Well...all of them except one.  Look closely at the back of Sarah\'s leg.  It\'s not a bleach stain, my friends. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2109\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s a frickin\' orb!!!! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now...when Kimeee saw this photo upon my return, she asked, \"What are these \"orbs\"?  Have you researched them?  What are they supposedly comprised of?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But Kimeee is an attorney, and therefore thinks about things logically and rationally on a daily basis. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I, as her right-brained artsy fartsy friend, see balls of unknown nature on a photo, think back to the mention of orbs on the hotel website, and need no further explanation. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Do you?!?! </span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ladies and 3 token gents, let\'s be perfectly candid with each other, shall we? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>THERE IS NO LOGICAL EXPLANATION!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>There was nothing on my camera lens.  There were no special lighting effects in the hotel lobby as evidenced by subsequent photos in the same location.  You have my word that I did not alter the photo in any way, shape or form. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I believe I mentioned that the location of the orbs was merely several feet from our room?!?!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When you experience the supernatural within 15 minutes of arriving at your room, you must call out the big guns. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>For the rest of the evening, our fear<span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">less</span>ful heroines had become comfortably numb.  So who knows if anything else happened. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We did scour the hallways with our Ghost Radar and cameras later on, but no trace of anything alarming. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In my humble opinion, the orbs were more than enough. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>So there you have it.  The Ghost Huntresses continue to be ghost magnets. <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/17/day-51-we-see-dead-people/\" target=\"_blank\"> (See Day 51 for our backstory.) </a></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">We are now accepting offers for our own Ghost Huntress TV show. </span> </span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We\'re prettier, smarter, and infinitely more talented than those morons on <em>The Jersey Shore</em>.  If they can land a TV gig, why can\'t we? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>My pitch to The Discovery Channel or similar station:  Charlie\'s Angels Meets Casper. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Dreams do come true, my friends.  Dreams do come true!  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2111\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>','Day 57:  We Saw Dead People (or if you want to be technical, \"orbs\")','','inherit','open','open','','2098-revision-22','','','2010-11-23 13:36:41','2010-11-23 20:36:41','',2098,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/23/2098-revision-22/',0,'revision','',0),(2125,1,'2010-11-23 13:37:58','2010-11-23 20:37:58','<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Holy crap!</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">You\'re not going to believe the photo below!!</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>First I need to set up our ghostly adventure.  I\'m certainly not going to whip out the photo now and kill the suspense.  ;-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On Day 57, the four Ghost Huntresses (me, Christy Jo, Becky Jo, and Sarah) abandoned the comfort and safety of our homes to check into one of the most haunted places in the world.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In case you were wondering, yes, we\'re nuts. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And also a lot of fun. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And exceptionally brave when Patron is involved. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We arrived at the <a href=\"http://www.jeromegrandhotel.net/\"><strong>Jerome Grand Hotel</strong> </a>around dinner time.  The dark and <span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">stormy</span> chilly full moon night set the stage for an eerie everning. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The Jerome Grand Hotel sits on the top of the hill over the town of Jerome which we all agreed was super creepy.  Christy Jo started freaking out as she drove up the hill.  Apparently, she noticed a bedroom light flashing on and off.   This coupled with the (no) vacancy sign flickering only a \"cy\" reminded her way too much of the Bates motel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Even I, with all of my bravado, had a \"What the hell have I gotten us into?!?!\" moment.</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We all shrieked like school girls as we unloaded our bags from the car.  We schlepped up to the hotel and checked in with a front desk attendant who (god bless him) had no idea that I was about to pepper him with 15 minutes worth of questions. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now that I think about it, his rambling and long-winded answers were probably a ploy to keep the excited hottie girls from Phoenix down in the uneventful lobby for as long as he could.  His scheme worked. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">We found out that our Room 10 had seen \"activity\".  </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span> </p>\n\n<p>Christy Jo flipped through the guest log and found entries for Room 10 which included bed covers flung off in the middle of the night.  The rest of it I can\'t tell you.  I seemed to have blocked it out as a protective mechanism.  If you want, I can go through hypnosis for another blog day to uncover the lost memory.  Or Christy Jo could just comment below, I suppose. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When I stumbled around the hotel website prior to our visit, I unearthed stories of wheezing and coughing coming from room corners.  (The hotel was formerly a hospital.  And yes, there were mental patients because I asked in my 15 minute round of questioning.  I knew there had to be some reason why their restaurant is named The Asylum.) </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Other guest experiences include (but are not limited to) strange noises, TV\'s turning on and off, voices, and unexplained smells of dust and flowers.  There have also been reports of cigarette and whisky smells which I think is most obviously a dead country music singer living it up in the afterlife.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Guests also claim to have seen orbs of light, ectoplasm (wtf?!), apparations of a nurse, and a woman in white.  According to legend, the woman and her babydied in childbirth.  The woman in white is distraught over the treatment of her child who was buried in an unmarked grave. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Are you scared yet?  :-o </span></span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Here\'s a first-hand account from my friend, Perry, who didn\'t believe in ghosts until after his stay at the Jerome Grand Hotel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the middle of the night, Perry heard kids running up and down the hall.  The kids didn\'t let up, so Perry exited his room to tell them to stop.  There was no one there. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When he returned to his bed, the kids ran amuck again.  Perry was offically pissed.  He swung open the door to an empty hallway. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Perry then camped out behind the door with his hand on the knob.  As soon as he heard the kids directly outside his room, he flung open the door. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>No one was there!!!!!  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />At that moment, Perry converted to a believer.  Duh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Anywho, back to the Ghost Huntresses stalled in the lobby by the wordy front desk attendant.  When the girls wanted to strangle me for delaying dinner, I graciously thanked Mr. Front Desk Guy, and we were off! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Or up, to be precise.  We boarded an old-fashioned elevator that is supposed to be haunted by the ghost of Claude Harvey.  Claude reportedly met with foul play in the elevator shaft. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We creaked open the door to Room 10 and...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>Boo!  </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Nothing happened.  Just wanted to make sure you are still with me.  :-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The Ghost Huntress Sarah immediately scoured the room while I acted like a ghost paparazzi with my camera.  Guests previously captured images and orbs of light at various locations in the hotel.  You can see those pictures <strong><a href=\"http://www.jeromeghosthunting.com/Ghost%20Hunt%20Photos.htm\" target=\"_blank\">here</a>.  </strong></p>\n\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\n\n<p>Tech savvy Ghost Huntresses Christy Jo and Becky Jo whipped out their iPad and iPhone featuring the Ghost Radar app. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">Apple, you crack me up.  Ghost Radar app?!?!  </span></span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!</span></span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p>Ghost Radar not only lit up like a Christmas tree with \"activity\", but it also spat out words that Becky Jo swore pertained to us!  Again, I have blocked out those words in my post-haunted-amnesia, so the other Ghost Huntresses really need to chime in and comment below. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the midst of all this mayhem, I excused myself to the ladies room.  After I finished my business, I stood in the bathroom and...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">I screamed bloody murder!!! </span></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p>To freak the girls out. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Nothing happened this time either. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The girls gasped, \"Michelle?!?!\" from the room, but when I threw open the door, I found them huddled on the other side of the room ready to make an escape. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I made a mental note that I seriously hoped nothing otherwordly happened that night.  My fellow Ghost Huntresses would be of no help and would be outta there faster than you can say, \"Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>After this flurry of photo ops and ghost radar apps, we decided to step out to dinner.  The restaurant was conveniently located right outside our room. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As we entered the lobby, a really ugly/scary statue of a twisted wee man sat on an old wheelchair.  Christy insisted that I pose for a photo.  She directed me to pretend to push the wheelchair from behind.  I, always the method actress, performed a mute scream this time around.  A false alarm with your friends is one thing; a false alarm with dinner guests could get me kicked out of the joint. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Christy Jo then spazzed out about something with my camera.  I tuned her out while wondering what kind of food The Asylum served.  Becky Jo flipped out as well as she brought me my camera. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And now it\'s time for the photo reveal.  May I have a drum roll, please?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p> <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Uh-huh.  Those are orbs of light, baby. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong>Holy Sh#%balls!!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I nearly hyperventilated.  I just took dozens of photos of the room, and those images were crystal clear!!!  Well...all of them except one.  Look closely at the back of Sarah\'s leg.  It\'s not a bleach stain, my friends. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2109\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s a frickin\' orb!!!! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now...when Kimeee saw this photo upon my return, she asked, \"What are these \"orbs\"?  Have you researched them?  What are they supposedly comprised of?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But Kimeee is an attorney, and therefore thinks about things logically and rationally on a daily basis. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I, as her right-brained artsy fartsy friend, see balls of unknown nature on a photo, think back to the mention of orbs on the hotel website, and need no further explanation. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Do you?!?! </span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ladies and 3 token gents, let\'s be perfectly candid with each other, shall we? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>THERE IS NO LOGICAL EXPLANATION!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>There was nothing on my camera lens.  There were no special lighting effects in the hotel lobby as evidenced by subsequent photos in the same location.  You have my word that I did not alter the photo in any way, shape or form. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I believe I mentioned that the location of the orbs was merely several feet from our room?!?!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When you experience the supernatural within 15 minutes of arriving at your room, you must call out the big guns. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>For the rest of the evening, our fear<span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">less</span>ful heroines had become comfortably numb.  So who knows if anything else happened. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We did scour the hallways with our Ghost Radar and cameras later on, but no trace of anything alarming. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In my humble opinion, the orbs were more than enough. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>So there you have it.  The Ghost Huntresses continue to be ghost magnets. <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/17/day-51-we-see-dead-people/\" target=\"_blank\"> (See Day 51 for our backstory.) </a></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">We are now accepting offers for our own Ghost Huntress TV show. </span> </span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We\'re prettier, smarter, and infinitely more talented than those morons on <em>The Jersey Shore</em>.  If they can land a TV gig, why can\'t we? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>My pitch to The Discovery Channel or similar station:  Charlie\'s Angels Meets Casper. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Dreams do come true, my friends.  Dreams do come true!  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2111\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>','Day 57:  We Saw Dead People (or if you want to be technical, \"orbs\")','','inherit','open','open','','2098-revision-23','','','2010-11-23 13:37:58','2010-11-23 20:37:58','',2098,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/23/2098-revision-23/',0,'revision','',0),(2127,1,'2010-11-23 13:42:47','2010-11-23 20:42:47','<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Holy crap!</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">You\'re not going to believe the photo below!!</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>First I need to set up our ghostly adventure.  You didn\'t think I was going to whip out the photo now and kill the suspense.  ;-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On Day 57, the four Ghost Huntresses (me, Christy Jo, Becky Jo, and Sarah) abandoned the comfort and safety of our homes to check into one of the most haunted places in the world.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In case you were wondering, yes, we\'re nuts. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And also a lot of fun. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And exceptionally brave when Patron is involved. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We arrived at the <a href=\"http://www.jeromegrandhotel.net/\"><strong>Jerome Grand Hotel</strong> </a>around dinner time.  The dark and <span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">stormy</span> chilly full moon night set the stage for an eerie everning. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The Jerome Grand Hotel sits on the top of the hill over the town of Jerome which we all agreed was super creepy.  Christy Jo started freaking out as she drove up the hill.  Apparently, she noticed a bedroom light flashing on and off.   This coupled with the (no) vacancy sign flickering only a \"cy\" reminded her way too much of the Bates motel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Even I, with all of my bravado, had a \"What the hell have I gotten us into?!?!\" moment.</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We all shrieked like school girls as we unloaded our bags from the car.  We schlepped up to the hotel and checked in with a front desk attendant who (god bless him) had no idea that I was about to pepper him with 15 minutes worth of questions. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now that I think about it, his rambling and long-winded answers were probably a ploy to keep the excited hottie girls from Phoenix down in the uneventful lobby for as long as he could.  His scheme worked. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">We found out that our Room 10 had seen \"activity\".  </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Christy Jo flipped through the guest log and found entries for Room 10 which included bed covers flung off in the middle of the night.  The rest of it I can\'t tell you.  I seemed to have blocked it out as a protective mechanism.  If you want, I can go through hypnosis for another blog day to uncover the lost memory.  Or Christy Jo could just comment below, I suppose. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When I stumbled around the hotel website prior to our visit, I unearthed stories of wheezing and coughing coming from room corners.  (The hotel was formerly a hospital.  And yes, there were mental patients because I asked in my 15 minute round of questioning.  I knew there had to be some reason why their restaurant is named The Asylum.) </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Other guest experiences include (but are not limited to) strange noises, TV\'s turning on and off, voices, and unexplained smells of dust and flowers.  There have also been reports of cigarette and whisky smells which I think is most obviously a dead country music singer living it up in the afterlife.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Guests also claim to have seen orbs of light, ectoplasm (wtf?!), apparations of a nurse, and a woman in white.  According to legend, the woman and her babydied in childbirth.  The woman in white is distraught over the treatment of her child who was buried in an unmarked grave. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Are you scared yet?  :-o </span></span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Here\'s a first-hand account from my friend, Perry, who didn\'t believe in ghosts until after his stay at the Jerome Grand Hotel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the middle of the night, Perry heard kids running up and down the hall.  The kids didn\'t let up, so Perry exited his room to tell them to stop.  There was no one there. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When he returned to his bed, the kids ran amuck again.  Perry was offically pissed.  He swung open the door to an empty hallway. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Perry then camped out behind the door with his hand on the knob.  As soon as he heard the kids directly outside his room, he flung open the door. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>No one was there!!!!!  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />At that moment, Perry converted to a believer.  Duh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Anywho, back to the Ghost Huntresses stalled in the lobby by the wordy front desk attendant.  When the girls wanted to strangle me for delaying dinner, I graciously thanked Mr. Front Desk Guy, and we were off! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Or up, to be precise.  We boarded an old-fashioned elevator that is supposed to be haunted by the ghost of Claude Harvey.  Claude reportedly met with foul play in the elevator shaft. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We creaked open the door to Room 10 and...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>Boo!  </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Nothing happened.  Just wanted to make sure you are still with me.  :-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The Ghost Huntress Sarah immediately scoured the room while I acted like a ghost paparazzi with my camera.  Guests previously captured images and orbs of light at various locations in the hotel.  You can see those pictures <strong><a href=\"http://www.jeromeghosthunting.com/Ghost%20Hunt%20Photos.htm\" target=\"_blank\">here</a>.  </strong></p>\n\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\n\n<p>Tech savvy Ghost Huntresses Christy Jo and Becky Jo whipped out their iPad and iPhone featuring the Ghost Radar app. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">Apple, you crack me up.  Ghost Radar app?!?!  </span></span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!</span></span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p>Ghost Radar not only lit up like a Christmas tree with \"activity\", but it also spat out words that Becky Jo swore pertained to us!  Again, I have blocked out those words in my post-haunted-amnesia, so the other Ghost Huntresses really need to chime in and comment below. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the midst of all this mayhem, I excused myself to the ladies room.  After I finished my business, I stood in the bathroom and...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">I screamed bloody murder!!! </span></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p>To freak the girls out. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Nothing happened this time either. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The girls gasped, \"Michelle?!?!\" from the room, but when I threw open the door, I found them huddled on the other side of the room ready to make an escape. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I made a mental note that I seriously hoped nothing otherwordly happened that night.  My fellow Ghost Huntresses would be of no help and would be outta there faster than you can say, \"Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>After this flurry of photo ops and ghost radar apps, we decided to step out to dinner.  The restaurant was conveniently located right outside our room. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As we entered the lobby, a really ugly/scary statue of a twisted wee man sat on an old wheelchair.  Christy insisted that I pose for a photo.  She directed me to pretend to push the wheelchair from behind.  I, always the method actress, performed a mute scream this time around.  A false alarm with your friends is one thing; a false alarm with dinner guests could get me kicked out of the joint. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Christy Jo then spazzed out about something with my camera.  I tuned her out while wondering what kind of food The Asylum served.  Becky Jo flipped out as well as she brought me my camera. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And now it\'s time for the photo reveal.  May I have a drum roll, please?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p> <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Uh-huh.  Those are orbs of light, baby. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong>Holy Sh#%balls!!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I nearly hyperventilated.  I just took dozens of photos of the room, and those images were crystal clear!!!  Well...all of them except one.  Look closely at the back of Sarah\'s leg.  It\'s not a bleach stain, my friends. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2109\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s a frickin\' orb!!!! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now...when Kimeee saw this photo upon my return, she asked, \"What are these \"orbs\"?  Have you researched them?  What are they supposedly comprised of?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But Kimeee is an attorney, and therefore thinks about things logically and rationally on a daily basis. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I, as her right-brained artsy fartsy friend, see balls of unknown nature on a photo, think back to the mention of orbs on the hotel website, and need no further explanation. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Do you?!?! </span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ladies and 3 token gents, let\'s be perfectly candid with each other, shall we? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>THERE IS NO LOGICAL EXPLANATION!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>There was nothing on my camera lens.  There were no special lighting effects in the hotel lobby as evidenced by subsequent photos in the same location.  You have my word that I did not alter the photo in any way, shape or form. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I believe I mentioned that the location of the orbs was merely several feet from our room?!?!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When you experience the supernatural within 15 minutes of arriving at your room, you must call out the big guns. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>For the rest of the evening, our fear<span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">less</span>ful heroines had become comfortably numb.  So who knows if anything else happened. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We did scour the hallways with our Ghost Radar and cameras later on, but no trace of anything alarming. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In my humble opinion, the orbs were more than enough. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>So there you have it.  The Ghost Huntresses continue to be ghost magnets. <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/17/day-51-we-see-dead-people/\" target=\"_blank\"> (See Day 51 for our backstory.) </a></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">We are now accepting offers for our own Ghost Huntress TV show. </span> </span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We\'re prettier, smarter, and infinitely more talented than those morons on <em>The Jersey Shore</em>.  If they can land a TV gig, why can\'t we? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>My pitch to The Discovery Channel or similar station:  Charlie\'s Angels Meets Casper. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Dreams do come true, my friends.  Dreams do come true!  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2111\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>','Day 57:  We Saw Dead People (or if you want to be technical, \"orbs\")','','inherit','open','open','','2098-revision-25','','','2010-11-23 13:42:47','2010-11-23 20:42:47','',2098,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/23/2098-revision-25/',0,'revision','',0),(2126,1,'2010-11-23 13:38:13','2010-11-23 20:38:13','<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Holy crap!</span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">You\'re not going to believe the photo below!!</span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>First I need to set up our ghostly adventure.  I\'m certainly not going to whip out the photo now and kill the suspense.  ;-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On Day 57, the four Ghost Huntresses (me, Christy Jo, Becky Jo, and Sarah) abandoned the comfort and safety of our homes to check into one of the most haunted places in the world.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In case you were wondering, yes, we\'re nuts. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And also a lot of fun. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And exceptionally brave when Patron is involved. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We arrived at the <a href=\"http://www.jeromegrandhotel.net/\"><strong>Jerome Grand Hotel</strong> </a>around dinner time.  The dark and <span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">stormy</span> chilly full moon night set the stage for an eerie everning. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The Jerome Grand Hotel sits on the top of the hill over the town of Jerome which we all agreed was super creepy.  Christy Jo started freaking out as she drove up the hill.  Apparently, she noticed a bedroom light flashing on and off.   This coupled with the (no) vacancy sign flickering only a \"cy\" reminded her way too much of the Bates motel. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Even I, with all of my bravado, had a \"What the hell have I gotten us into?!?!\" moment.</span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We all shrieked like school girls as we unloaded our bags from the car.  We schlepped up to the hotel and checked in with a front desk attendant who (god bless him) had no idea that I was about to pepper him with 15 minutes worth of questions. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now that I think about it, his rambling and long-winded answers were probably a ploy to keep the excited hottie girls from Phoenix down in the uneventful lobby for as long as he could.  His scheme worked. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">We found out that our Room 10 had seen \"activity\".  </span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Christy Jo flipped through the guest log and found entries for Room 10 which included bed covers flung off in the middle of the night.  The rest of it I can\'t tell you.  I seemed to have blocked it out as a protective mechanism.  If you want, I can go through hypnosis for another blog day to uncover the lost memory.  Or Christy Jo could just comment below, I suppose. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When I stumbled around the hotel website prior to our visit, I unearthed stories of wheezing and coughing coming from room corners.  (The hotel was formerly a hospital.  And yes, there were mental patients because I asked in my 15 minute round of questioning.  I knew there had to be some reason why their restaurant is named The Asylum.) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Other guest experiences include (but are not limited to) strange noises, TV\'s turning on and off, voices, and unexplained smells of dust and flowers.  There have also been reports of cigarette and whisky smells which I think is most obviously a dead country music singer living it up in the afterlife.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Guests also claim to have seen orbs of light, ectoplasm (wtf?!), apparations of a nurse, and a woman in white.  According to legend, the woman and her babydied in childbirth.  The woman in white is distraught over the treatment of her child who was buried in an unmarked grave. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Are you scared yet?  :-o </span></span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Here\'s a first-hand account from my friend, Perry, who didn\'t believe in ghosts until after his stay at the Jerome Grand Hotel. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In the middle of the night, Perry heard kids running up and down the hall.  The kids didn\'t let up, so Perry exited his room to tell them to stop.  There was no one there. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When he returned to his bed, the kids ran amuck again.  Perry was offically pissed.  He swung open the door to an empty hallway. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Perry then camped out behind the door with his hand on the knob.  As soon as he heard the kids directly outside his room, he flung open the door. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>No one was there!!!!!  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />At that moment, Perry converted to a believer.  Duh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Anywho, back to the Ghost Huntresses stalled in the lobby by the wordy front desk attendant.  When the girls wanted to strangle me for delaying dinner, I graciously thanked Mr. Front Desk Guy, and we were off! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Or up, to be precise.  We boarded an old-fashioned elevator that is supposed to be haunted by the ghost of Claude Harvey.  Claude reportedly met with foul play in the elevator shaft. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We creaked open the door to Room 10 and...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>Boo!  </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Nothing happened.  Just wanted to make sure you are still with me.  :-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The Ghost Huntress Sarah immediately scoured the room while I acted like a ghost paparazzi with my camera.  Guests previously captured images and orbs of light at various locations in the hotel.  You can see those pictures <strong><a href=\"http://www.jeromeghosthunting.com/Ghost%20Hunt%20Photos.htm\" target=\"_blank\">here</a>.  </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>Tech savvy Ghost Huntresses Christy Jo and Becky Jo whipped out their iPad and iPhone featuring the Ghost Radar app. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">Apple, you crack me up.  Ghost Radar app?!?!  </span></span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!</span></span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ghost Radar not only lit up like a Christmas tree with \"activity\", but it also spat out words that Becky Jo swore pertained to us!  Again, I have blocked out those words in my post-haunted-amnesia, so the other Ghost Huntresses really need to chime in and comment below. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In the midst of all this mayhem, I excused myself to the ladies room.  After I finished my business, I stood in the bathroom and...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">I screamed bloody murder!!! </span></strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>To freak the girls out. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Nothing happened this time either. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The girls gasped, \"Michelle?!?!\" from the room, but when I threw open the door, I found them huddled on the other side of the room ready to make an escape. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I made a mental note that I seriously hoped nothing otherwordly happened that night.  My fellow Ghost Huntresses would be of no help and would be outta there faster than you can say, \"Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>After this flurry of photo ops and ghost radar apps, we decided to step out to dinner.  The restaurant was conveniently located right outside our room. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As we entered the lobby, a really ugly/scary statue of a twisted wee man sat on an old wheelchair.  Christy insisted that I pose for a photo.  She directed me to pretend to push the wheelchair from behind.  I, always the method actress, performed a mute scream this time around.  A false alarm with your friends is one thing; a false alarm with dinner guests could get me kicked out of the joint. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Christy Jo then spazzed out about something with my camera.  I tuned her out while wondering what kind of food The Asylum served.  Becky Jo flipped out as well as she brought me my camera. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And now it\'s time for the photo reveal.  May I have a drum roll, please?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p> <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-huh.  Those are orbs of light, baby. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong>Holy Sh#%balls!!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I nearly hyperventilated.  I just took dozens of photos of the room, and those images were crystal clear!!!  Well...all of them except one.  Look closely at the back of Sarah\'s leg.  It\'s not a bleach stain, my friends. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2109\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It\'s a frickin\' orb!!!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now...when Kimeee saw this photo upon my return, she asked, \"What are these \"orbs\"?  Have you researched them?  What are they supposedly comprised of?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But Kimeee is an attorney, and therefore thinks about things logically and rationally on a daily basis. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I, as her right-brained artsy fartsy friend, see balls of unknown nature on a photo, think back to the mention of orbs on the hotel website, and need no further explanation. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Do you?!?! </span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ladies and 3 token gents, let\'s be perfectly candid with each other, shall we? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>THERE IS NO LOGICAL EXPLANATION!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>There was nothing on my camera lens.  There were no special lighting effects in the hotel lobby as evidenced by subsequent photos in the same location.  You have my word that I did not alter the photo in any way, shape or form. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I believe I mentioned that the location of the orbs was merely several feet from our room?!?!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When you experience the supernatural within 15 minutes of arriving at your room, you must call out the big guns. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>For the rest of the evening, our fear<span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">less</span>ful heroines had become comfortably numb.  So who knows if anything else happened. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We did scour the hallways with our Ghost Radar and cameras later on, but no trace of anything alarming. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In my humble opinion, the orbs were more than enough. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So there you have it.  The Ghost Huntresses continue to be ghost magnets. <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/17/day-51-we-see-dead-people/\" target=\"_blank\"> (See Day 51 for our backstory.) </a></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">We are now accepting offers for our own Ghost Huntress TV show. </span> </span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We\'re prettier, smarter, and infinitely more talented than those morons on <em>The Jersey Shore</em>.  If they can land a TV gig, why can\'t we? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My pitch to The Discovery Channel or similar station:  Charlie\'s Angels Meets Casper. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Dreams do come true, my friends.  Dreams do come true!  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2111\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>','Day 57:  We Saw Dead People (or if you want to be technical, \"orbs\")','','inherit','open','open','','2098-revision-24','','','2010-11-23 13:38:13','2010-11-23 20:38:13','',2098,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/23/2098-revision-24/',0,'revision','',0),(2128,1,'2010-11-23 13:46:10','2010-11-23 20:46:10','<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Holy crap!</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">You\'re not going to believe the photo below!!</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>First I need to set up our ghostly adventure.  You didn\'t think I was going to whip out the photo right away and kill the suspense, did you?  ;-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On Day 57, the four Ghost Huntresses (me, Christy Jo, Becky Jo, and Sarah) abandoned the comfort and safety of our homes to check into one of the most haunted places in the world.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In case you were wondering, yes, we\'re nuts. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And also a lot of fun. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And exceptionally brave when Patron is involved. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We arrived at the <a href=\"http://www.jeromegrandhotel.net/\"><strong>Jerome Grand Hotel</strong> </a>around dinner time.  The dark and <span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">stormy</span> chilly full moon night set the stage for an eerie everning. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The Jerome Grand Hotel sits on the top of the hill over the town of Jerome which we all agreed looked super creepy.  Christy Jo started freaking out as she drove up the hill.  Apparently, she noticed a bedroom light flashing on and off.   This coupled with the (no) vacancy sign flickering only a \"cy\" reminded her way too much of the Bates motel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Even I, with all of my bravado, had a \"What the hell have I gotten us into?!?!\" moment.</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We all shrieked like school girls as we unloaded our bags from the car.  We schlepped up to the hotel and checked in with a front desk attendant who (god bless him) had no idea that I was about to pepper him with 15 minutes worth of questions. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now that I think about it, his rambling and long-winded answers were probably a ploy to keep the excited hottie girls from Phoenix down in the uneventful lobby for as long as he could.  His scheme worked. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">We found out that our Room 10 had seen \"activity\".  </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Christy Jo flipped through the guest log and found entries for Room 10 which included bed covers flung off in the middle of the night.  The rest of it I can\'t tell you.  I seemed to have blocked it out as a protective mechanism.  If you want, I can go through hypnosis for another blog day to uncover the lost memory.  Or Christy Jo could just comment below, I suppose. </p>\n\n<p>When I stumbled around the hotel website prior to our visit, I unearthed stories of wheezing and coughing coming from room corners.  (The hotel was formerly a hospital.  And yes, there were mental patients because I asked in my 15 minute round of questioning.  I knew there had to be some reason why their restaurant is named The Asylum.) </p>\n\n<p>You gotta love a hotel with crazy ghosts</p>\n\n<p>Other guest experiences include (but are not limited to) strange noises, TV\'s turning on and off, voices, and unexplained smells of dust and flowers.  There have also been reports of cigarette and whisky smells which I think is most obviously a dead country music singer living it up in the afterlife. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />Guests also claim to have seen orbs of light, ectoplasm (wtf?!), apparations of a nurse, and a woman in white.  According to legend, the woman and her babydied in childbirth.  The woman in white is distraught over the treatment of her child who was buried in an unmarked grave. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Are you scared yet?  :-o </span></span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Here\'s a first-hand account from my friend, Perry, who didn\'t believe in ghosts until after his stay at the Jerome Grand Hotel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the middle of the night, Perry heard kids running up and down the hall.  The kids didn\'t let up, so Perry exited his room to tell them to stop.  There was no one there. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When he returned to his bed, the kids ran amuck again.  Perry was offically pissed.  He swung open the door to an empty hallway. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Perry then camped out behind the door with his hand on the knob.  As soon as he heard the kids directly outside his room, he flung open the door. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>No one was there!!!!!  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />At that moment, Perry converted to a believer.  Duh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Anywho, back to the Ghost Huntresses stalled in the lobby by the wordy front desk attendant.  When the girls wanted to strangle me for delaying dinner, I graciously thanked Mr. Front Desk Guy, and we were off! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Or up, to be precise.  We boarded an old-fashioned elevator that is supposed to be haunted by the ghost of Claude Harvey.  Claude reportedly met with foul play in the elevator shaft. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We creaked open the door to Room 10 and...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>Boo!  </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Nothing happened.  Just wanted to make sure you are still with me.  :-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The Ghost Huntress Sarah immediately scoured the room while I acted like a ghost paparazzi with my camera.  Guests previously captured images and orbs of light at various locations in the hotel.  You can see those pictures <strong><a href=\"http://www.jeromeghosthunting.com/Ghost%20Hunt%20Photos.htm\" target=\"_blank\">here</a>.  </strong></p>\n\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\n\n<p>Tech savvy Ghost Huntresses Christy Jo and Becky Jo whipped out their iPad and iPhone featuring the Ghost Radar app. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">Apple, you crack me up.  Ghost Radar app?!?!  </span></span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!</span></span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p>Ghost Radar not only lit up like a Christmas tree with \"activity\", but it also spat out words that Becky Jo swore pertained to us!  Again, I have blocked out those words in my post-haunted-amnesia, so the other Ghost Huntresses really need to chime in and comment below. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the midst of all this mayhem, I excused myself to the ladies room.  After I finished my business, I stood in the bathroom and...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">I screamed bloody murder!!! </span></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p>To freak the girls out. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Nothing happened this time either. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The girls gasped, \"Michelle?!?!\" from the room, but when I threw open the door, I found them huddled on the other side of the room ready to make an escape. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I made a mental note that I seriously hoped nothing otherwordly happened that night.  My fellow Ghost Huntresses would be of no help and would be outta there faster than you can say, \"Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>After this flurry of photo ops and ghost radar apps, we decided to step out to dinner.  The restaurant was conveniently located right outside our room. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As we entered the lobby, a really ugly/scary statue of a twisted wee man sat on an old wheelchair.  Christy insisted that I pose for a photo.  She directed me to pretend to push the wheelchair from behind.  I, always the method actress, performed a mute scream this time around.  A false alarm with your friends is one thing; a false alarm with dinner guests could get me kicked out of the joint. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Christy Jo then spazzed out about something with my camera.  I tuned her out while wondering what kind of food The Asylum served.  Becky Jo flipped out as well as she brought me my camera. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And now it\'s time for the photo reveal.  May I have a drum roll, please?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p> <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Uh-huh.  Those are orbs of light, baby. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong>Holy Sh#%balls!!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I nearly hyperventilated.  I just took dozens of photos of the room, and those images were crystal clear!!!  Well...all of them except one.  Look closely at the back of Sarah\'s leg.  It\'s not a bleach stain, my friends. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2109\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s a frickin\' orb!!!! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now...when Kimeee saw this photo upon my return, she asked, \"What are these \"orbs\"?  Have you researched them?  What are they supposedly comprised of?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But Kimeee is an attorney, and therefore thinks about things logically and rationally on a daily basis. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I, as her right-brained artsy fartsy friend, see balls of unknown nature on a photo, think back to the mention of orbs on the hotel website, and need no further explanation. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Do you?!?! </span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ladies and 3 token gents, let\'s be perfectly candid with each other, shall we? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>THERE IS NO LOGICAL EXPLANATION!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>There was nothing on my camera lens.  There were no special lighting effects in the hotel lobby as evidenced by subsequent photos in the same location.  You have my word that I did not alter the photo in any way, shape or form. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I believe I mentioned that the location of the orbs was merely several feet from our room?!?!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When you experience the supernatural within 15 minutes of arriving at your room, you must call out the big guns. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>For the rest of the evening, our fear<span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">less</span>ful heroines had become comfortably numb.  So who knows if anything else happened. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We did scour the hallways with our Ghost Radar and cameras later on, but no trace of anything alarming. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In my humble opinion, the orbs were more than enough. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>So there you have it.  The Ghost Huntresses continue to be ghost magnets. <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/17/day-51-we-see-dead-people/\" target=\"_blank\"> (See Day 51 for our backstory.) </a></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">We are now accepting offers for our own Ghost Huntress TV show. </span> </span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We\'re prettier, smarter, and infinitely more talented than those morons on <em>The Jersey Shore</em>.  If they can land a TV gig, why can\'t we? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>My pitch to The Discovery Channel or similar station:  Charlie\'s Angels Meets Casper. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Dreams do come true, my friends.  Dreams do come true!  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2111\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>','Day 57:  We Saw Dead People (or if you want to be technical, \"orbs\")','','inherit','open','open','','2098-revision-26','','','2010-11-23 13:46:10','2010-11-23 20:46:10','',2098,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/23/2098-revision-26/',0,'revision','',0),(2129,1,'2010-11-23 13:47:49','2010-11-23 20:47:49','<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Holy crap!</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">You\'re not going to believe the photo below!!</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>First I need to set up our ghostly adventure.  You didn\'t think I was going to whip out the photo right away and kill the suspense, did you?  ;-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On Day 57, the four Ghost Huntresses (me, Christy Jo, Becky Jo, and Sarah) abandoned the comfort and safety of our homes to check into one of the most haunted places in the world.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In case you were wondering, yes, we\'re nuts. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And also a lot of fun. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And exceptionally brave when Patron is involved. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We arrived at the <a href=\"http://www.jeromegrandhotel.net/\"><strong>Jerome Grand Hotel</strong> </a>around dinner time.  The dark and <span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">stormy</span> chilly full moon night set the stage for an eerie everning. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The Jerome Grand Hotel sits on the top of the hill over the town of Jerome which we all agreed looked super creepy.  Christy Jo started freaking out as she drove up the hill.  Apparently, she noticed a bedroom light flashing on and off.   This coupled with the (no) vacancy sign flickering only a \"cy\" reminded her way too much of the Bates motel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Even I, with all of my bravado, had a \"What the hell have I gotten us into?!?!\" moment.</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We all shrieked like school girls as we unloaded our bags from the car.  We schlepped up to the hotel and checked in with a front desk attendant who (god bless him) had no idea that I was about to pepper him with 15 minutes worth of questions. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now that I think about it, his rambling and long-winded answers were probably a ploy to keep the excited hottie girls from Phoenix down in the uneventful lobby for as long as he could.  His scheme worked. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">We found out that our Room 10 had seen \"activity\".  </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Christy Jo flipped through the guest log and found entries for Room 10 which included bed covers flung off in the middle of the night.  The rest of it I can\'t tell you.  I seemed to have blocked it out as a protective mechanism.  If you want, I can go through hypnosis for another blog day to uncover the lost memory.  Or Christy Jo could just comment below, I suppose. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When I stumbled around the hotel website prior to our visit, I unearthed stories of wheezing and coughing coming from room corners.  (The hotel was formerly a hospital.  And yes, there were mental patients because I asked in my 15 minute round of questioning.  I knew there had to be some reason why their restaurant is named The Asylum.) </p>\n\n<p>In other words, there could be crazy ghosts floating around. </p>\n\n<p>Other guest experiences include (but are not limited to) strange noises, TV\'s turning on and off, voices, and unexplained smells of dust and flowers.  There have also been reports of cigarette and whisky smells which I think is most obviously a dead country music singer living it up in the afterlife. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />Guests also claim to have seen orbs of light, ectoplasm (wtf?!), apparations of a nurse, and a woman in white.  According to legend, the woman and her babydied in childbirth.  The woman in white is distraught over the treatment of her child who was buried in an unmarked grave. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Are you scared yet?  :-o </span></span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Here\'s a first-hand account from my friend, Perry, who didn\'t believe in ghosts until after his stay at the Jerome Grand Hotel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the middle of the night, Perry heard kids running up and down the hall.  The kids didn\'t let up, so Perry exited his room to tell them to stop.  There was no one there. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When he returned to his bed, the kids ran amuck again.  Perry was offically pissed.  He swung open the door to an empty hallway. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Perry then camped out behind the door with his hand on the knob.  As soon as he heard the kids directly outside his room, he flung open the door. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>No one was there!!!!!  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />At that moment, Perry converted to a believer.  Duh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Anywho, back to the Ghost Huntresses stalled in the lobby by the wordy front desk attendant.  When the girls wanted to strangle me for delaying dinner, I graciously thanked Mr. Front Desk Guy, and we were off! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Or up, to be precise.  We boarded an old-fashioned elevator that is supposed to be haunted by the ghost of Claude Harvey.  Claude reportedly met with foul play in the elevator shaft. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We creaked open the door to Room 10 and...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>Boo!  </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Nothing happened.  Just wanted to make sure you are still with me.  :-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The Ghost Huntress Sarah immediately scoured the room while I acted like a ghost paparazzi with my camera.  Guests previously captured images and orbs of light at various locations in the hotel.  You can see those pictures <strong><a href=\"http://www.jeromeghosthunting.com/Ghost%20Hunt%20Photos.htm\" target=\"_blank\">here</a>.  </strong></p>\n\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\n\n<p>Tech savvy Ghost Huntresses Christy Jo and Becky Jo whipped out their iPad and iPhone featuring the Ghost Radar app. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">Apple, you crack me up.  Ghost Radar app?!?!  </span></span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!</span></span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p>Ghost Radar not only lit up like a Christmas tree with \"activity\", but it also spat out words that Becky Jo swore pertained to us!  Again, I have blocked out those words in my post-haunted-amnesia, so the other Ghost Huntresses really need to chime in and comment below. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the midst of all this mayhem, I excused myself to the ladies room.  After I finished my business, I stood in the bathroom and...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">I screamed bloody murder!!! </span></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p>To freak the girls out. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Nothing happened this time either. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The girls gasped, \"Michelle?!?!\" from the room, but when I threw open the door, I found them huddled on the other side of the room ready to make an escape. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I made a mental note that I seriously hoped nothing otherwordly happened that night.  My fellow Ghost Huntresses would be of no help and would be outta there faster than you can say, \"Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>After this flurry of photo ops and ghost radar apps, we decided to step out to dinner.  The restaurant was conveniently located right outside our room. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As we entered the lobby, a really ugly/scary statue of a twisted wee man sat on an old wheelchair.  Christy insisted that I pose for a photo.  She directed me to pretend to push the wheelchair from behind.  I, always the method actress, performed a mute scream this time around.  A false alarm with your friends is one thing; a false alarm with dinner guests could get me kicked out of the joint. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Christy Jo then spazzed out about something with my camera.  I tuned her out while wondering what kind of food The Asylum served.  Becky Jo flipped out as well as she brought me my camera. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And now it\'s time for the photo reveal.  May I have a drum roll, please?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p> <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Uh-huh.  Those are orbs of light, baby. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong>Holy Sh#%balls!!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I nearly hyperventilated.  I just took dozens of photos of the room, and those images were crystal clear!!!  Well...all of them except one.  Look closely at the back of Sarah\'s leg.  It\'s not a bleach stain, my friends. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2109\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s a frickin\' orb!!!! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now...when Kimeee saw this photo upon my return, she asked, \"What are these \"orbs\"?  Have you researched them?  What are they supposedly comprised of?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But Kimeee is an attorney, and therefore thinks about things logically and rationally on a daily basis. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I, as her right-brained artsy fartsy friend, see balls of unknown nature on a photo, think back to the mention of orbs on the hotel website, and need no further explanation. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Do you?!?! </span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ladies and 3 token gents, let\'s be perfectly candid with each other, shall we? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>THERE IS NO LOGICAL EXPLANATION!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>There was nothing on my camera lens.  There were no special lighting effects in the hotel lobby as evidenced by subsequent photos in the same location.  You have my word that I did not alter the photo in any way, shape or form. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I believe I mentioned that the location of the orbs was merely several feet from our room?!?!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When you experience the supernatural within 15 minutes of arriving at your room, you must call out the big guns. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>For the rest of the evening, our fear<span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">less</span>ful heroines had become comfortably numb.  So who knows if anything else happened. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We did scour the hallways with our Ghost Radar and cameras later on, but no trace of anything alarming. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In my humble opinion, the orbs were more than enough. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>So there you have it.  The Ghost Huntresses continue to be ghost magnets. <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/17/day-51-we-see-dead-people/\" target=\"_blank\"> (See Day 51 for our backstory.) </a></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">We are now accepting offers for our own Ghost Huntress TV show. </span> </span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We\'re prettier, smarter, and infinitely more talented than those morons on <em>The Jersey Shore</em>.  If they can land a TV gig, why can\'t we? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>My pitch to The Discovery Channel or similar station:  Charlie\'s Angels Meets Casper. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Dreams do come true, my friends.  Dreams do come true!  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2111\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>','Day 57:  We Saw Dead People (or if you want to be technical, \"orbs\")','','inherit','open','open','','2098-revision-27','','','2010-11-23 13:47:49','2010-11-23 20:47:49','',2098,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/23/2098-revision-27/',0,'revision','',0),(2130,1,'2010-11-23 13:58:51','2010-11-23 20:58:51','<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Holy crap!</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">You\'re not going to believe the photo below!!</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>First I need to set up our ghostly adventure.  You didn\'t think I was going to whip out the photo right away and kill the suspense, did you?  ;-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On Day 57, the four Ghost Huntresses (me, Christy Jo, Becky Jo, and Sarah) abandoned the comfort and safety of our homes to check into one of the most haunted places in the world.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In case you were wondering, yes, we\'re nuts. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And also a lot of fun. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And exceptionally brave when Patron is involved. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We arrived at the <a href=\"http://www.jeromegrandhotel.net/\"><strong>Jerome Grand Hotel</strong> </a>around dinner time.  The dark and <span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">stormy</span> chilly full moon night set the stage for an eerie everning. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The Jerome Grand Hotel sits on the top of the hill over the town of Jerome which we all agreed looked super creepy.  Christy Jo started freaking out as she drove up the hill.  Apparently, she noticed a bedroom light flashing on and off.   This coupled with the (no) vacancy sign flickering only a \"cy\" reminded her way too much of the Bates motel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Even I, with all of my bravado, had a \"What the hell have I gotten us into?!?!\" moment.</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We all shrieked like school girls as we unloaded our bags from the car.  We schlepped up to the hotel and checked in with a front desk attendant who (god bless him) had no idea that I was about to pepper him with 15 minutes worth of questions. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now that I think about it, his rambling and long-winded answers were probably a ploy to keep the excited hottie girls from Phoenix down in the uneventful lobby for as long as he could.  His scheme worked. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">We found out that our Room 10 had seen \"activity\".  </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Christy Jo flipped through the guest log and found entries for Room 10 which included bed covers flung off in the middle of the night.  The rest of it I can\'t tell you.  I seemed to have blocked it out as a protective mechanism.  If you want, I can go through hypnosis for another blog day to uncover the lost memory.  Or Christy Jo could just comment below, I suppose. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When I stumbled around the hotel website prior to our visit, I unearthed stories of wheezing and coughing coming from room corners.  (The hotel was formerly a hospital.  And yes, there were mental patients because I asked in my 15 minute round of questioning.  I knew there had to be some reason why their restaurant is named The Asylum.) </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>If you\'re not catching my drift, there could be crazy ghosts floating around the hotel which is somehow more unnerving than sane ghosts. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Other guest experiences include (but are not limited to) strange noises, TV\'s turning on and off, voices, and unexplained smells of dust and flowers.  There have also been reports of cigarette and whisky smells which I think is most obviously a dead country music singer living it up in the afterlife. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />Guests also claim to have seen orbs of light, ectoplasm (wtf?!), apparations of a nurse, and a woman in white.  According to legend, the woman and her baby died in childbirth.  The woman in white is distraught over the treatment of her child who was buried in an unmarked grave. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Are you scared yet?  :-o </span></span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Here\'s a first-hand account from my friend, Perry, who didn\'t believe in ghosts until after his stay at the Jerome Grand Hotel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the middle of the night, Perry heard kids running up and down the hall.  The kids didn\'t let up, so Perry exited his room to tell them to stop.  There was no one there. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When he returned to his bed, the kids ran amuck again.  Perry was offically pissed.  He swung open the door to an empty hallway. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Perry then camped out behind the door with his hand on the knob.  As soon as he heard the kids directly outside his room, he flung open the door. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>No one was there!!!!!  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />At that moment, Perry converted to a believer.  Duh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Anywho, back to the Ghost Huntresses stalled in the lobby by the wordy front desk attendant...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When the girls wanted to strangle me for delaying dinner, I graciously thanked Mr. Front Desk Guy, and we were off! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Or up, to be precise.  We boarded an old-fashioned elevator that is supposed to be haunted by the ghost of Claude Harvey.  Claude reportedly met with foul play in the elevator shaft. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We creaked open the door to Room 10 and...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>Boo!  </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Nothing happened.  Just wanted to make sure you are still with me.  :-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ghost Huntress Sarah immediately scoured the room while I acted like a ghost paparazzi with my camera.  Guests previously captured images and orbs of light at various locations in the hotel.  You can see those pictures <strong><a href=\"http://www.jeromeghosthunting.com/Ghost%20Hunt%20Photos.htm\" target=\"_blank\">here</a>.  </strong></p>\n\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\n\n<p>Tech savvy Ghost Huntresses Christy Jo and Becky Jo whipped out their iPad and iPhone featuring the Ghost Radar app. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">Apple, you crack me up.  Ghost Radar app?!?!  </span></span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!</span></span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p>Ghost Radar not only lit up like a Christmas tree with \"activity\", but it also spat out words that Becky Jo swore pertained to us!  Again, I have blocked out those words in my post-haunted-amnesia, so the other Ghost Huntresses really need to chime in and comment below. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the midst of all this mayhem, I excused myself to the ladies room.  After I finished my business, I stood in the bathroom and...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">I screamed bloody murder!!! </span></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p>To freak the girls out. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Nothing happened this time either. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The girls gasped, \"Michelle?!?!\" from the room, but when I threw open the door, I found them huddled on the other side of the room ready to make an escape. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I made a mental note that I seriously hoped nothing otherwordly happened that night.  My fellow Ghost Huntresses would be of no help and would be outta there faster than you can say, \"Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>After this flurry of photo ops and ghost radar apps, we decided to step out to dinner.  The restaurant was conveniently located right outside our room. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As we entered the lobby, a really ugly/scary statue of a twisted wee man sat on an old wheelchair.  Christy insisted that I pose for a photo.  She directed me to pretend to push the wheelchair from behind.  I, always the method actress, performed a mute scream this time around.  A false alarm with your friends is one thing; a false alarm with dinner guests could get me kicked out of the joint. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Christy Jo then spazzed out about something with my camera.  I tuned her out while wondering what kind of food The Asylum served.  Becky Jo flipped out as well as she brought me my camera. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And now it\'s time for the photo reveal.  May I have a drum roll, please?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p> <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Uh-huh.  Those are orbs of light, baby. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong>Holy Sh#%balls!!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I nearly hyperventilated.  I just took dozens of photos of the room, and those images were crystal clear!!!  Well...all of them except one.  Look closely at the back of Sarah\'s leg.  It\'s not a bleach stain, my friends. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2109\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s a frickin\' orb!!!! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now...when Kimeee saw this photo upon my return, she asked, \"What are these \'orbs\'?  Have you researched them?  What are they supposedly comprised of?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But Kimeee is an attorney, and therefore thinks about things logically and rationally on a daily basis. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I, as her right-brained artsy fartsy friend, see balls of unknown nature in a photo, think back to the mention of orbs on the hotel website, and need no further explanation. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Do you?!?! </span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ladies and 3 token gents, let\'s be perfectly candid with each other, shall we? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>THERE IS NO LOGICAL EXPLANATION!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>There was nothing on my camera lens.  There were no special lighting effects in the hotel lobby as evidenced by subsequent photos in the same location.  You have my word that I did not alter the photo in any way, shape or form. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I believe I mentioned that the location of the orbs was merely several feet from our room?!?!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When you experience the supernatural within 15 minutes of arriving at your room, its\' time to call out the big guns. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>For the rest of the evening, our fear<span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">less</span>ful heroines had become comfortably numb.  So who knows if anything else happened. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We did scour the hallways with our Ghost Radar and cameras later on with no trace of anything alarming. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In my humble opinion, the orbs were more than enough. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>So there you have it.  The Ghost Huntresses continue to be ghost magnets. <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/17/day-51-we-see-dead-people/\" target=\"_blank\"> (See Day 51 for our backstory.) </a></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">We are now accepting offers for our own Ghost Huntresses TV show. </span> </span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We\'re prettier, smarter, and infinitely more talented than those morons on <em>The Jersey Shore</em>.  If they can land a TV gig, why can\'t we? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>My pitch to The Discovery Channel or similar station:  Charlie\'s Angels Meets Casper. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Or even better:  Josie &amp; the Pussycats Meets Ghostbusters.  I don\'t believe there are</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Dreams do come true, my friends.  Dreams do come true!  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2111\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>','Day 57:  We Saw Dead People (or if you want to be technical, \"orbs\")','','inherit','open','open','','2098-revision-28','','','2010-11-23 13:58:51','2010-11-23 20:58:51','',2098,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/23/2098-revision-28/',0,'revision','',0),(2131,1,'2010-11-23 14:00:43','2010-11-23 21:00:43','<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Holy crap!</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">You\'re not going to believe the photo below!!</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>First I need to set up our ghostly adventure.  You didn\'t think I was going to whip out the photo right away and kill the suspense, did you?  ;-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On Day 57, the four Ghost Huntresses (me, Christy Jo, Becky Jo, and Sarah) abandoned the comfort and safety of our homes to check into one of the most haunted places in the world.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In case you were wondering, yes, we\'re nuts. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And also a lot of fun. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And exceptionally brave when Patron is involved. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We arrived at the <a href=\"http://www.jeromegrandhotel.net/\"><strong>Jerome Grand Hotel</strong> </a>around dinner time.  The dark and <span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">stormy</span> chilly full moon night set the stage for an eerie everning. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The Jerome Grand Hotel sits on the top of the hill over the town of Jerome which we all agreed looked super creepy.  Christy Jo started freaking out as she drove up the hill.  Apparently, she noticed a bedroom light flashing on and off.   This coupled with the (no) vacancy sign flickering only a \"cy\" reminded her way too much of the Bates motel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Even I, with all of my bravado, had a \"What the hell have I gotten us into?!?!\" moment.</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We all shrieked like school girls as we unloaded our bags from the car.  We schlepped up to the hotel and checked in with a front desk attendant who (god bless him) had no idea that I was about to pepper him with 15 minutes worth of questions. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now that I think about it, his rambling and long-winded answers were probably a ploy to keep the excited hottie girls from Phoenix down in the uneventful lobby for as long as he could.  His scheme worked. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">We found out that our Room 10 had seen \"activity\".  </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Christy Jo flipped through the guest log and found entries for Room 10 which included bed covers flung off in the middle of the night.  The rest of it I can\'t tell you.  I seemed to have blocked it out as a protective mechanism.  If you want, I can go through hypnosis for another blog day to uncover the lost memory.  Or Christy Jo could just comment below, I suppose. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When I stumbled around the hotel website prior to our visit, I unearthed stories of wheezing and coughing coming from room corners.  (The hotel was formerly a hospital.  And yes, there were mental patients because I asked in my 15 minute round of questioning.  I knew there had to be some reason why their restaurant is named The Asylum.) </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>If you\'re not catching my drift, there could be crazy ghosts floating around the hotel which is somehow more unnerving than sane ghosts. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Other guest experiences include (but are not limited to) strange noises, TV\'s turning on and off, voices, and unexplained smells of dust and flowers.  There have also been reports of cigarette and whisky smells which I think is most obviously a dead country music singer living it up in the afterlife. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />Guests also claim to have seen orbs of light, ectoplasm (wtf?!), apparations of a nurse, and a woman in white.  According to legend, the woman and her baby died in childbirth.  The woman in white is distraught over the treatment of her child who was buried in an unmarked grave. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Are you scared yet?  :-o </span></span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Here\'s a first-hand account from my friend, Perry, who didn\'t believe in ghosts until after his stay at the Jerome Grand Hotel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the middle of the night, Perry heard kids running up and down the hall.  The kids didn\'t let up, so Perry exited his room to tell them to stop.  There was no one there. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When he returned to his bed, the kids ran amuck again.  Perry was offically pissed.  He swung open the door to an empty hallway. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Perry then camped out behind the door with his hand on the knob.  As soon as he heard the kids directly outside his room, he flung open the door. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>No one was there!!!!!  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />At that moment, Perry converted to a believer.  Duh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Anywho, back to the Ghost Huntresses stalled in the lobby by the wordy front desk attendant...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When the girls wanted to strangle me for delaying dinner, I graciously thanked Mr. Front Desk Guy, and we were off! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Or up, to be precise.  We boarded an old-fashioned elevator that is supposed to be haunted by the ghost of Claude Harvey.  Claude reportedly met with foul play in the elevator shaft. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We creaked open the door to Room 10 and...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>Boo!  </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Nothing happened.  Just wanted to make sure you are still with me.  :-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ghost Huntress Sarah immediately scoured the room while I acted like a ghost paparazzi with my camera.  Guests previously captured images and orbs of light at various locations in the hotel.  You can see those pictures <strong><a href=\"http://www.jeromeghosthunting.com/Ghost%20Hunt%20Photos.htm\" target=\"_blank\">here</a>.  </strong></p>\n\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\n\n<p>Tech savvy Ghost Huntresses Christy Jo and Becky Jo whipped out their iPad and iPhone featuring the Ghost Radar app. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">Apple, you crack me up.  Ghost Radar app?!?!  </span></span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!</span></span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p>Ghost Radar not only lit up like a Christmas tree with \"activity\", but it also spat out words that Becky Jo swore pertained to us!  Again, I have blocked out those words in my post-haunted-amnesia, so the other Ghost Huntresses really need to chime in and comment below. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the midst of all this mayhem, I excused myself to the ladies room.  After I finished my business, I stood in the bathroom and...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">I screamed bloody murder!!! </span></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p>To freak the girls out. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Nothing happened this time either. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The girls gasped, \"Michelle?!?!\" from the room, but when I threw open the door, I found them huddled on the other side of the room ready to make an escape. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I made a mental note that I seriously hoped nothing otherwordly happened that night.  My fellow Ghost Huntresses would be of no help and would be outta there faster than you can say, \"Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>After this flurry of photo ops and ghost radar apps, we decided to step out to dinner.  The restaurant was conveniently located right outside our room. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As we entered the lobby, a really ugly/scary statue of a twisted wee man sat on an old wheelchair.  Christy insisted that I pose for a photo.  She directed me to pretend to push the wheelchair from behind.  I, always the method actress, performed a mute scream this time around.  A false alarm with your friends is one thing; a false alarm with dinner guests could get me kicked out of the joint. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Christy Jo then spazzed out about something with my camera.  I tuned her out while wondering what kind of food The Asylum served.  Becky Jo flipped out as well as she brought me my camera. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And now it\'s time for the photo reveal.  May I have a drum roll, please?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p> <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Uh-huh.  Those are orbs of light, baby. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong>Holy Sh#%balls!!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I nearly hyperventilated.  I just took dozens of photos of the room, and those images were crystal clear!!!  Well...all of them except one.  Look closely at the back of Sarah\'s leg.  It\'s not a bleach stain, my friends. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2109\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s a frickin\' orb!!!! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now...when Kimeee saw this photo upon my return, she asked, \"What are these \'orbs\'?  Have you researched them?  What are they supposedly comprised of?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But Kimeee is an attorney, and therefore thinks about things logically and rationally on a daily basis. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I, as her right-brained artsy fartsy friend, see balls of unknown nature in a photo, think back to the mention of orbs on the hotel website, and need no further explanation. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Do you?!?! </span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ladies and 3 token gents, let\'s be perfectly candid with each other, shall we? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>THERE IS NO LOGICAL EXPLANATION!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>There was nothing on my camera lens.  There were no special lighting effects in the hotel lobby as evidenced by subsequent photos in the same location.  You have my word that I did not alter the photo in any way, shape or form. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I believe I mentioned that the location of the orbs was merely several feet from our room?!?!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When you experience the supernatural within 15 minutes of arriving at your room, its\' time to call out the big guns. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>For the rest of the evening, our fear<span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">less</span>ful heroines had become comfortably numb.  So who knows if anything else happened. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We did scour the hallways with our Ghost Radar and cameras later on with no trace of anything alarming. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In my humble opinion, the orbs were more than enough. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>So there you have it.  The Ghost Huntresses continue to be ghost magnets. <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/17/day-51-we-see-dead-people/\" target=\"_blank\"> (See Day 51 for our backstory.) </a></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">We are now accepting offers for our own Ghost Huntresses TV show. </span> </span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We\'re prettier, smarter, and infinitely more talented than those morons on <em>The Jersey Shore</em>.  If they can land a TV gig, why can\'t we? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Here\'s my pitch to The Discovery Channel or similar station:  Charlie\'s Angels Meets Ghostbusters.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Dreams do come true, my friends.  Dreams do come true!  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2111\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>','Day 57:  We Saw Dead People (or if you want to be technical, \"orbs\")','','inherit','open','open','','2098-revision-29','','','2010-11-23 14:00:43','2010-11-23 21:00:43','',2098,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/23/2098-revision-29/',0,'revision','',0),(2132,1,'2010-11-23 14:04:49','2010-11-23 21:04:49','<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Holy crap!</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">You\'re not going to believe the photo below!!</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>First I need to set up our ghostly adventure.  You didn\'t think I was going to whip out the photo right away and kill the suspense, did you?  ;-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On Day 57, the four Ghost Huntresses (me, Christy Jo, Becky Jo, and Sarah) abandoned the comfort and safety of our homes to check into one of the most haunted places in the world.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In case you were wondering, yes, we\'re nuts. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And also a lot of fun. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And exceptionally brave when Patron is involved. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We arrived at the <a href=\"http://www.jeromegrandhotel.net/\"><strong>Jerome Grand Hotel</strong> </a>around dinner time.  The dark and <span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">stormy</span> chilly full moon night set the stage for an eerie everning. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The Jerome Grand Hotel sits on the top of the hill over the town of Jerome which we all agreed looked super creepy.  Christy Jo started freaking out as she drove up the hill.  Apparently, she noticed a bedroom light flashing on and off.   This coupled with the (no) vacancy sign flickering only a \"cy\" reminded her way too much of the Bates motel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Even I, with all of my bravado, had a \"What the hell have I gotten us into?!?!\" moment.</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We all shrieked like school girls as we unloaded our bags from the car.  We schlepped up to the hotel and checked in with a front desk attendant who (god bless him) had no idea that I was about to pepper him with 15 minutes worth of questions. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now that I think about it, his rambling and long-winded answers were probably a ploy to keep the excited hottie girls from Phoenix down in the uneventful lobby for as long as he could.  His scheme worked. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">We found out that our Room 10 had seen \"activity\".  </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Christy Jo flipped through the guest log and found entries for Room 10 which included bed covers flung off in the middle of the night.  The rest of it I can\'t tell you.  I seemed to have blocked it out as a protective mechanism.  If you want, I can go through hypnosis for another blog day to uncover the lost memory.  Or Christy Jo could just comment below, I suppose. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When I stumbled around the hotel website prior to our visit, I unearthed stories of wheezing and coughing coming from room corners.  (The hotel was formerly a hospital.  And yes, there were mental patients because I asked in my 15 minute round of questioning.  I knew there had to be some reason why their restaurant is named The Asylum.) </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>If you\'re not catching my drift, there could be crazy ghosts floating around the hotel which is somehow more unnerving than sane ghosts. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Other guest experiences include (but are not limited to) strange noises, TV\'s turning on and off, voices, and unexplained smells of dust and flowers.  There have also been reports of cigarette and whisky smells which I think is most obviously a dead country music singer living it up in the afterlife. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />Guests also claim to have seen orbs of light, ectoplasm (wtf?!), apparations of a nurse, and a woman in white.  According to legend, the woman and her baby died in childbirth.  The woman in white is distraught over the treatment of her child who was buried in an unmarked grave. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Are you scared yet?  :-o </span></span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Here\'s a first-hand account from my friend, Perry, who didn\'t believe in ghosts until after his stay at the Jerome Grand Hotel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the middle of the night, Perry heard kids running up and down the hall.  The kids didn\'t let up, so Perry exited his room to tell them to stop.  There was no one there. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When he returned to his bed, the kids ran amuck again.  Perry was offically pissed.  He swung open the door to an empty hallway. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Perry then camped out behind the door with his hand on the knob.  As soon as he heard the kids directly outside his room, he flung open the door. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>No one was there!!!!!  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />At that moment, Perry converted to a believer.  Duh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Anywho, back to the Ghost Huntresses stalled in the lobby by the wordy front desk attendant...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When the girls wanted to strangle me for delaying dinner, I graciously thanked Mr. Front Desk Guy, and we were off! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Or up, to be precise.  We boarded an old-fashioned elevator that is supposed to be haunted by the ghost of Claude Harvey.  Claude reportedly met with foul play in the elevator shaft. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We creaked open the door to Room 10 and...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>Boo!  </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Nothing happened.  Just wanted to make sure you are still with me.  :-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ghost Huntress Sarah immediately scoured the room while I acted like a ghost paparazzi with my camera.  Guests previously captured images and orbs of light at various locations in the hotel.  You can see those pictures <strong><a href=\"http://www.jeromeghosthunting.com/Ghost%20Hunt%20Photos.htm\" target=\"_blank\">here</a>.  </strong></p>\n\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\n\n<p>Tech savvy Ghost Huntresses Christy Jo and Becky Jo whipped out their iPad and iPhone featuring the Ghost Radar app. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">Apple, you crack me up.  Ghost Radar app?!?!  </span></span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!</span></span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p>Ghost Radar not only lit up like a Christmas tree with \"activity\", but it also spat out words that Becky Jo swore pertained to us!  Again, I have blocked out those words in my post-haunted-amnesia, so the other Ghost Huntresses really need to chime in and comment below. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the midst of all this mayhem, I excused myself to the ladies room.  After I finished my business, I stood in the bathroom and...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">I screamed bloody murder!!! </span></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p>To freak the girls out. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Nothing happened this time either. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The girls gasped, \"Michelle?!?!\" from the room, but when I threw open the door, I found them huddled on the other side of the room ready to make an escape. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I made a mental note that I seriously hoped nothing otherwordly happened that night.  My fellow Ghost Huntresses would be of no help and would be outta there faster than you can say, \"Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>After this flurry of photo ops and ghost radar apps, we decided to step out to dinner.  The restaurant was conveniently located right outside our room. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As we entered the lobby, a really ugly/scary statue of a twisted wee man sat on an old wheelchair.  Christy insisted that I pose for a photo.  She directed me to pretend to push the wheelchair from behind.  I, always the method actress, performed a mute scream this time around.  A false alarm with your friends is one thing; a false alarm with dinner guests could get me kicked out of the joint. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Christy Jo then spazzed out about something with my camera.  I tuned her out while wondering what kind of food The Asylum served.  Becky Jo flipped out as well as she brought me my camera. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And now it\'s time for the photo reveal.  May I have a drum roll, please?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p> <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Uh-huh.  Those are orbs of light, baby. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong>Holy Sh#%balls!!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I nearly hyperventilated.  I just took dozens of photos of the room, and those images were crystal clear!!!  Well...all of them except one.  Look closely at the back of Sarah\'s leg.  It\'s not a bleach stain, my friends. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2109\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s a frickin\' orb!!!! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now...when Kimeee saw this photo upon my return, she asked, \"What are these \'orbs\'?  Have you researched them?  What are they supposedly comprised of?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But Kimeee is an attorney, and therefore thinks about things logically and rationally on a daily basis. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I, as her right-brained artsy fartsy friend, see balls of unknown nature in a photo, think back to the mention of orbs on the hotel website, and need no further explanation. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Do you?!?! </span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ladies and 3 token gents, let\'s be perfectly candid with each other, shall we? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>THERE IS NO LOGICAL EXPLANATION!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>There was nothing on my camera lens.  There were no special lighting effects in the hotel lobby as evidenced by subsequent photos in the same location.  You have my word that I did not alter the photo in any way, shape or form. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I believe I mentioned that the location of the orbs was merely several feet from our room?!?!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When you experience the supernatural within 15 minutes of arriving at your room, its\' time to call out the big guns. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>For the rest of the evening, our fear<span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">less</span>ful heroines had become comfortably numb.  So who knows if anything else happened. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We did scour the hallways with our Ghost Radar and cameras later on with no trace of anything alarming. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In my humble opinion, the orbs were more than enough. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>So there you have it.  The Ghost Huntresses continue to be ghost magnets. <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/17/day-51-we-see-dead-people/\" target=\"_blank\"> (See Day 51 for our backstory.) </a></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">We are now accepting offers for our own Ghost Huntresses TV show. </span> </span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We\'re prettier, smarter, and infinitely more talented than those morons on <em>The Jersey Shore</em>.  If they can land a TV gig, why can\'t we? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Here\'s my pitch to The Discovery Channel or similar station:  Charlie\'s Angels Meets Ghostbusters.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Dreams do come true, my friends.  Dreams do come true!  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2111\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>','Day 57:  We Saw Dead People (or if you want to be technical, \"orbs\")','','inherit','open','open','','2098-revision-30','','','2010-11-23 14:04:49','2010-11-23 21:04:49','',2098,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/23/2098-revision-30/',0,'revision','',0),(2133,1,'2010-11-23 14:09:21','2010-11-23 21:09:21','','OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA','','inherit','open','open','','olympus-digital-camera-106','','','2010-11-23 14:09:21','2010-11-23 21:09:21','',2098,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210236.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(2134,1,'2010-11-23 14:12:27','2010-11-23 21:12:27','','OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA','','inherit','open','open','','olympus-digital-camera-107','','','2010-11-23 14:12:27','2010-11-23 21:12:27','',2098,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200194.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(2135,1,'2010-11-23 14:16:25','2010-11-23 21:16:25','','OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA','','inherit','open','open','','olympus-digital-camera-108','','','2010-11-23 14:16:25','2010-11-23 21:16:25','',2098,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB2001961.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(2136,1,'2010-11-23 14:17:36','2010-11-23 21:17:36','','OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA','','inherit','open','open','','olympus-digital-camera-109','','','2010-11-23 14:17:36','2010-11-23 21:17:36','',2098,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210198.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(2137,1,'2010-11-23 14:18:28','2010-11-23 21:18:28','<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Holy crap!</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">You\'re not going to believe the photo below!!</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>First I need to set up our ghostly adventure.  You didn\'t think I was going to whip out the photo right away and kill the suspense, did you?  ;-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On Day 57, the four Ghost Huntresses (me, Christy Jo, Becky Jo, and Sarah) abandoned the comfort and safety of our homes to check into one of the most haunted places in the world.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In case you were wondering, yes, we\'re nuts. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And also a lot of fun. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And exceptionally brave when Patron is involved. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We arrived at the <a href=\"http://www.jeromegrandhotel.net/\"><strong>Jerome Grand Hotel</strong> </a>around dinner time.  The dark and <span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">stormy</span> chilly full moon night set the stage for an eerie everning. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The Jerome Grand Hotel sits on the top of the hill over the town of Jerome which we all agreed looked super creepy.  Christy Jo started freaking out as she drove up the hill.  Apparently, she noticed a bedroom light flashing on and off.   This coupled with the (no) vacancy sign flickering only a \"cy\" reminded her way too much of the Bates motel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Even I, with all of my bravado, had a \"What the hell have I gotten us into?!?!\" moment.</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We all shrieked like school girls as we unloaded our bags from the car.  We schlepped up to the hotel and checked in with a front desk attendant who (god bless him) had no idea that I was about to pepper him with 15 minutes worth of questions. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now that I think about it, his rambling and long-winded answers were probably a ploy to keep the excited hottie girls from Phoenix down in the uneventful lobby for as long as he could.  His scheme worked. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">We found out that our Room 10 had seen \"activity\".  </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> </span> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Christy Jo flipped through the guest log and found entries for Room 10 which included bed covers flung off in the middle of the night.  The rest of it I can\'t tell you.  I seemed to have blocked it out as a protective mechanism.  If you want, I can go through hypnosis for another blog day to uncover the lost memory.  Or Christy Jo could just comment below, I suppose. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When I stumbled around the hotel website prior to our visit, I unearthed stories of wheezing and coughing coming from room corners.  (The hotel was formerly a hospital.  And yes, there were mental patients because I asked in my 15 minute round of questioning.  I knew there had to be some reason why their restaurant is named The Asylum.) </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>If you\'re not catching my drift, there could be crazy ghosts floating around the hotel which is somehow more unnerving than sane ghosts. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Other guest experiences include (but are not limited to) strange noises, TV\'s turning on and off, voices, and unexplained smells of dust and flowers.  There have also been reports of cigarette and whisky smells which I think is most obviously a dead country music singer living it up in the afterlife. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />Guests also claim to have seen orbs of light, ectoplasm (wtf?!), apparations of a nurse, and a woman in white.  According to legend, the woman and her baby died in childbirth.  The woman in white is distraught over the treatment of her child who was buried in an unmarked grave. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Are you scared yet?  :-o </span></span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Here\'s a first-hand account from my friend, Perry, who didn\'t believe in ghosts until after his stay at the Jerome Grand Hotel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the middle of the night, Perry heard kids running up and down the hall.  The kids didn\'t let up, so Perry exited his room to tell them to stop.  There was no one there. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When he returned to his bed, the kids ran amuck again.  Perry was offically pissed.  He swung open the door to an empty hallway. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Perry then camped out behind the door with his hand on the knob.  As soon as he heard the kids directly outside his room, he flung open the door. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>No one was there!!!!!  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />At that moment, Perry converted to a believer.  Duh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Anywho, back to the Ghost Huntresses stalled in the lobby by the wordy front desk attendant...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When the girls wanted to strangle me for delaying dinner, I graciously thanked Mr. Front Desk Guy, and we were off! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Or up, to be precise.  We boarded an old-fashioned elevator that is supposed to be haunted by the ghost of Claude Harvey.  Claude reportedly met with foul play in the elevator shaft. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We creaked open the door to Room 10 and...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>Boo!  </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Nothing happened.  Just wanted to make sure you are still with me.  :-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ghost Huntress Sarah immediately scoured the room while I acted like a ghost paparazzi with my camera.  Guests previously captured images and orbs of light at various locations in the hotel.  You can see those pictures <strong><a href=\"http://www.jeromeghosthunting.com/Ghost%20Hunt%20Photos.htm\" target=\"_blank\">here</a>.  </strong></p>\n\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\n\n<p>Tech savvy Ghost Huntresses Christy Jo and Becky Jo whipped out their iPad and iPhone featuring the Ghost Radar app. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">Apple, you crack me up.  Ghost Radar app?!?!  </span></span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!</span></span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p>Ghost Radar not only lit up like a Christmas tree with \"activity\", but it also spat out words that Becky Jo swore pertained to us!  Again, I have blocked out those words in my post-haunted-amnesia, so the other Ghost Huntresses really need to chime in and comment below. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the midst of all this mayhem, I excused myself to the ladies room.  After I finished my business, I stood in the bathroom and...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">I screamed bloody murder!!! </span></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p>To freak the girls out. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Nothing happened this time either. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The girls gasped, \"Michelle?!?!\" from the room, but when I threw open the door, I found them huddled on the other side of the room ready to make an escape. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I made a mental note that I seriously hoped nothing otherwordly happened that night.  My fellow Ghost Huntresses would be of no help and would be outta there faster than you can say, \"Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>After this flurry of photo ops and ghost radar apps, we decided to step out to dinner.  The restaurant was conveniently located right outside our room. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As we entered the lobby, a really ugly/scary statue of a twisted wee man sat on an old wheelchair.  Christy insisted that I pose for a photo.  She directed me to pretend to push the wheelchair from behind.  I, always the method actress, performed a mute scream this time around.  A false alarm with your friends is one thing; a false alarm with dinner guests could get me kicked out of the joint. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Christy Jo then spazzed out about something with my camera.  I tuned her out while wondering what kind of food The Asylum served.  Becky Jo flipped out as well as she brought me my camera. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And now it\'s time for the photo reveal.  May I have a drum roll, please?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p> <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200193-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Uh-huh.  Those are orbs of light, baby. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong>Holy Sh#%balls!!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I nearly hyperventilated.  I just took dozens of photos of the room, and those images were crystal clear!!!  Well...all of them except one.  Look closely at the back of Sarah\'s leg.  It\'s not a bleach stain, my friends. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2109\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200192-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s a frickin\' orb!!!! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now...when Kimeee saw this photo upon my return, she asked, \"What are these \'orbs\'?  Have you researched them?  What are they supposedly comprised of?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But Kimeee is an attorney, and therefore thinks about things logically and rationally on a daily basis. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I, as her right-brained artsy fartsy friend, see balls of unknown nature in a photo, think back to the mention of orbs on the hotel website, and need no further explanation. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Do you?!?! </span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ladies and 3 token gents, let\'s be perfectly candid with each other, shall we? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><strong>THERE IS NO LOGICAL EXPLANATION!!!! </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>There was nothing on my camera lens.  There were no special lighting effects in the hotel lobby as evidenced by subsequent photos in the same location.  You have my word that I did not alter the photo in any way, shape or form. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I believe I mentioned that the location of the orbs was merely several feet from our room?!?!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When you experience the supernatural within 15 minutes of arriving at your room, its\' time to call out the big guns. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200196-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>For the rest of the evening, our fear<span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">less</span>ful heroines had become comfortably numb.  So who knows if anything else happened. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We did scour the hallways with our Ghost Radar and cameras later on with no trace of anything alarming. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In my humble opinion, the orbs were more than enough. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>So there you have it.  The Ghost Huntresses continue to be ghost magnets. <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/17/day-51-we-see-dead-people/\" target=\"_blank\"> (See Day 51 for our backstory.) </a></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\">We are now accepting offers for our own Ghost Huntresses TV show. </span> </span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We\'re prettier, smarter, and infinitely more talented than those morons on <em>The Jersey Shore</em>.  If they can land a TV gig, why can\'t we? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Here\'s my pitch to The Discovery Channel or similar station:  Charlie\'s Angels Meets Ghostbusters.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Dreams do come true, my friends.  Dreams do come true!  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>                                                                       ***************************************</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />Scroll down for more \"interesting\" photos.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2111\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210233-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\n\n<p>None of us noticed this on that fateful night.  You can see another orb in the foreground.  Enlarge the photo and look at what is near Ghost Huntress Becky Jo\'s ankle.  (She\'s the one sitting on the bed while checking out Ghost Radar.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200194.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2134\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB200194-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\n\n<p>This was taken immediately after discovering the orbs in the Orbs Gone Wild! photo above. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210198.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2136\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB210198-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>u</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 57:  We Saw Dead People (or if you want to be technical, \"orbs\")','','inherit','open','open','','2098-revision-31','','','2010-11-23 14:18:28','2010-11-23 21:18:28','',2098,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/23/2098-revision-31/',0,'revision','',0),