The Heebie Jeebies

You ever get the heebie jeebies? I get them now and then and I got them in a certain room of an old cottage Waylon and I were visiting in 2009. We were staying at an old B&B in Natchez, MS that had a cottage out back. The cottage had been an adjacent building to the home for over one hundred years and beautifully preserved. Hard wood floors, glass door knobs, wide planked porch…all wonderful. Except for the back bedroom. The bedroom you had to go through to get to the bathroom. Isn’t that always the case?

Waylon and I went to supper at The King’s Tavern the afternoon we arrived and drove around looking at all of the updates since I had last been to the town. They’d done quite a lot of work to the sidewalks and roads to make them more pedestrian friendly in the downtown area and new shops had popped up where run down homes had once stood.

We got back to the cottage and got ready for bed, I closed the door to that other bedroom. Waylon wanted to know why. I gave him some answer that I made up on the spot because I wasn’t about to tell him while we both still had to sleep in that cottage that the back bedroom felt like it had eyes.

About 2 o’clock in the morning, he gotten ENOUGH of my snoring and made a move towards the closed door of the Creepy Bedroom. ACK!! I said, panicky, “Where are you going!?!?” He said, “I’m going in here to the other room to get some sleep.” ACK!!! What to say?? WHAT TO SAY??? “Um, um…” Crap. By this time he’s gotten his pillow, moved into the pitch black room and is closing the antique glass knobbed door. NO! I said, “LEAVE THE DOOR OPEN!” He shot me a look, “Why??” Crap! “Um…just leave it open please??” He sighed, “Okay.”  He was probably thinking, “WOMEN!!!” What he didn’t know is that I wanted to be able to get in there fast if I heard something or if something in there woke me up. He doesn’t see and sense the things I see and sense.

I slept in fitful starts and until dawn when I finally got up and opened a blind in order to have enough light to read. When he woke up, I asked him how he slept. He slept just fine, of course. So, walked around taking photos of the inside and outside of the cottage. I don’t know if you believe in things you can’t see or that the presence of orbs in a photo represents anything paranormal but it’s just odd to me that the only photos I ever take with orbs are places were I feel the creepy crawlies. Guess which room was the only one in the entire place, including the old home, yard and cottage, that had orbs in the photos. You guessed it. Here are the photos of the Bedroom With Eyes.

I didn’t tell Waylon about this as I was planning to tell him when my skin stopped crawling up my arms. Then I forgot to tell Waylon about this. Then I forgot that I forgot to tell Waylon about this and mentioned it in passing one day and he seized upon it. “Wait, that bedroom I slept in? Orbs?” Crap. “Yeah. I was gonna tell you and I forgot to. I didn’t like that bedroom. I’ll show you the photos.” Then I forgot to do that. Oh well, here they are, Waylon!! Sorry.

After taking a few shots, we went in to have breakfast in the “Big House” and I asked about the history of the cottage. In telling the story, he mentioned that his uncle had lived there until he died. “In the cottage?” “Yes, he passed away in the cottage.” Crap.

Otherwise it was a wonderful stay and a great road trip. Next time, I believe we’ll reserve the front bedroom of the Big House and steer clear of the cottage.