Last October I spent a night at the White Eagle Hotel, one of Portland's most haunted locales. In the middle of the night, I woke up to find someone or something pushing me off the bed.
No, seriously.
It could have been some form of sleep paralysis or a waking dream. I guess there's also the possibility that Sam or Rose, the hotel's two resident spirits, could have been screwing with me. Whatever the culprit, I still don't believe in ghosts. Nevertheless, I still think it's a good enough story to dust off for Halloween '07.
Click here for part one of the White Eagle adventure and
here for part two.
Would I spend another night in that hotel? Nope. For $100? Nope. For $1,000? OK, maybe, for a $1,000.
Labels: ghosts, Portland
