The Palmer House Ghosts
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Underdogs, one of my favorite places to visit when I’m in Chicago is the Palmer House. It is an incredibly beautiful hotel in the heart of Chicago, located on South Monroe Street. I have stayed there only once, but have come to have a coffee, and just walk around the hotel almost every single time I’m in the city. Even if this hotel is not in your budget, I encourage you to go inside, grab a coffee, and sit in the lobby, or walk around. Of course, you want to make sure you are polite, but I encourage you to check it out. You never know what you will see, including something spooky!
One thing to keep in mind when you are visiting is this is a historic hotel. In the most basic terms, this means that the hotel is old. While the lobby is beautiful, the rooms and bathrooms are a bit smaller. However, the views are spectacular, and the whole experience is awesome! Here is a nice tip for you as well. I suggest that you use their guest service when you are making reservations for dinner and other places around the city. You may be surprised what you get. We used them to book a dinner reservation at the Italian Village, and because of that we got a free appetizer and a desert. They also helped us get cheaper tickets to the theater than I could find anywhere. The biggest complaint I have seen outside of people saying the rooms are too small is the parking. If you are in Chicago, you must realize parking is a problem everywhere and public transportation is so big for a reason. Everyone uses it, so be prepared if you aren’t used to this. Best to not take your car into the city at all, and use the train, and subway to get around.
When we stayed at the Palmer, we were close to the top floor. I’m not going to lie, it seemed very spooky for some reason. You could just feel the electricity in the air as you walked through the halls. The hairs on the back of my neck would slowly pick up every time I went by the small hallway that was close to the elevator. I didn’t want to look because I was afraid of what I would see. It was as though I just knew someone was there, watching and waiting for me to look in their direction. This happened several times since we had to pass this small hallway every single time we went to the elevators. There was a black piano there, which was beautiful. It was not roped off, so in theory, one could go play the piano at any time. More than once, I heard the piano playing while we waited for the elevator. But no one was there, and there was no way anyone could get around to play the piano without walking right past us.
During the day, we kept hearing kids running up and down the hallway. It sounded as though they were bouncing balls, and stomping. We knew it was kids because of the laughter and the light voices of children. I could never hear what they were saying, but they were pretty active. It is Chicago, and the Palmer Hotel, so we all knew it was very busy. However, it got to be annoying the later the hour got. I went down to lobby to get something to drink and decided to stop at the front desk. I really try to be understanding, but it was a bit much. Plus, I was in the hotel with my best friend who I rarely see and we all wanted to be able to enjoy our visit. I asked them polity to see if there is anything that could be done about the kids quieting down. The asked me where I was and I let them know. After checking their computers, they told me no kids were on the floor. I asked if there was a basketball team checked in the Palmer because they must be running around the halls. They answered me that there wasn’t and I went back to my room feeling crazy.
I returned to room and told my friends. We all agreed that we weren’t crazy, and we really heard the kids. So of course we decided the next logical thing to do was to go on an armature ghost hunt. We took our keys, and cameras and headed out the room. We walked up and down the hallway, enjoying the black and white photos on the walls. It is so easy to image what life would have been like in the height of this hotel. While we took many photos and even used our recorders in an attempt to pick up EVP, we never caught anything. However, that doesn’t mean that we didn’t have personal experiences. Every single one of us heard voices. Each of us heard our names being called, and not by the other people in our party. I kept seeing things out of the corner of my eye. For some reason, I thought I was finally brave enough to face my weekend fear, the piano.
I walk over to the piano with my friends behind me. We didn’t see anything, and for a time, we talked about why we had such a strange feeling here. We theorized that we could be in something called a fear cage. A fear cage is when a person starts to feel fear, paranoia, and even itching and hearing high pitched sounds in certain areas of a house, or building. The reasoning behind this happening is their is a disruption between the electrical work and the person. A lot of electrical items in one place have been proven to cause these types of disturbances in people. For example, many people feel have a common fear of the basement. This usually stems from the fact that there are exposed wires and lots of items such as washers, dryers, and heating units in one small area. That’s a lot of energy that is being contained. The older the builder, and the older the wiring, the more this happens. We concluded that this was probable until I saw a girl.
My friends had started to walk away when I got that feeling once more that someone was behind me. It was strong and I felt it down my spine. It made my knees shake. I didn’t want to look back, but I had to see once and for all what was going on behind my back. I turned around to see a little girl who was around 7 years old. She had long light brown hair pulled back in a pony tail. She was wearing a long, white nightgown and was staring at me as she stood right next to the piano. That’s when I opened my mouth to ask her if she was okay. The little girl looked right into my eyes, but didn’t say a thing. I knew that I only had moments with her, so I asked if she needed help. Again no words came out of her mouth, but a smile came across her face. I had a feeling that she was happy, and she melted away. I asked my friends if they saw the girl, and both of them said yes.
We agreed to not speak of the incident at all, but once we got back to our rooms, we would each write down our experience and then share it with one another. The reason behind that was so we would have all the details we knew written down without accidentally influencing one another. If we had a similar experience, then we would know that something spooky had really just happened. No one talked until we were all done, and then we took turns reading out loud what we had seen and experienced. Each of us had written down a young girl from 7 to 10 years old, white dress or nightgown who didn’t talk. Each of us saw she was by the piano with one hand on it, watching us. Each of us had the feeling that she wasn’t afraid, trapped, or hurt, but happy where she was at. It was a pretty cool experience, but we have no “real proof.” After walking around the hotel the next day, right before check out, I saw a painting of a little girl that looked a lot like the child I saw the night before.
The Palmer Hotel is beautiful and full of history. If you have a chance to stay there, try it out at least once. If you can’t, at least visit because there is so many beautiful things to see. It is a must to see the grand peacock doors that were designed by Louis Tiffany. They are so beautiful and there is nothing like them anywhere else in the world. While the Palmer house may or may not have ghosts, you will definitely have some good stories during your visit. What do you think? Have you ever stayed or visited the Palmer hotel? Do you think that the Palmer is haunted? Leave your comments below!