Anyway, when we were given The Big House for our stay this year, we were also given an earful of ghost stories about the place being haunted -- and when you walk inside the house it's clear to see why. The downstairs hallway has a single 60-watt bulb lighting the hallway. It's eerie and darkish, and the hallway is lined with dusty books and a model of what looks like a human spine (think Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde). Most of the furniture is original, and that of course lends a certain sense of either macabre or nostalgia to the home. I found the stories laughable and the upstairs part of the house charming and sunny. I loved staying there all week and didn't want to leave. I should probably mention, though, that on the third night I woke up around 2 a.m. and saw the dark figure of a man standing at the end of my bed, staring at me. After about ten seconds he disappeared. I don't mean he walked out -- I mean he dissolved. Now I'm fairly clairvoyant about things, and I can read people pretty well without really intending to, so I'm used to that; but those are just feelings and impressions. This is the first time I've ever seen a presence. It was interesting -- and it seems he was only interested in looking at me. Nothing evil feeling-- more just curious, like, "what are you doing in my house?" I waited to see if anything else was going to happen; you know, those horror movie things like creaking doors and banging shutters. But no. I guess he was satisfied seeing who it was that was sleeping in the bedroom of his house. (I'd like to think he was happy with the new woman in his bed, LOL.)
So there's your ghost story. And here are some pictures from Horton House at H.F.Bar Ranch:
Below: the view of the ranch house (where we eat)
from the Horton House.
I could go on and on here with these pictures, I took
so many. I may have spent an hour watching the light change
from 6 a.m. to 7 a.m. the first morning in the house.
Old houses are so beautiful in that way,
watching the light filtering through the
windows and seeing how things look
different every quarter hour.