January 15th 2010 and this is the second group of the “Paranormal curious” that I have hosted here. All in all, this event when very well and the group were once again fantastic. A few members were 2nd timers while the rest were new to this type of adventure.
We started off with dinner in the Theater of the Hotel Leger. Shana, the hotel manager was great and set up a very nice banquet for the group. At the end of dinner my wife Karen brought out a box filled with most of the investigative equipment I use. After I explained most of the tools and talked until most of the group was boarded to death, we split up into groups. Many of the members stayed at the hotel and attempted many of the techniques that were shown them.
Some of the more adventurous group members wanted to go to the graveyard. Since the roads were dark and very narrow I drove several people to the Presbyterian Cemetery. It is well with in walking distance but considering there was a new moon and absolutely no light out, I thought this would be the safest.
I would drop off two or three members at a time and then leave them alone in the cemetery while I went back for other adventurous soles. While nothing paranormal was recorded this was still a fun portion of the trip, especially visiting the grave site of Mr. and Mrs. George Leger.
After returning from our late night visit of the graveyard, much of the group reformed and we went down into the depths of the hotel wine cellar. Prior to going down there I was stopped by one of the locals. He asked if we had been in the wine cellar yet. I said we would be going later. At that he responded, “I’ve been down there once.” I’m not going to do it again.” He pointed to another young man near by and identified him as the Hotel Owner’s son. He said that even the son wouldn’t go down there. When I asked him why the son replied that it was just too spooky down there. He always felt like someone was watching him.
Perhaps I was too intrigued by the history of the cellar but I felt fairly comfortable down there. There was one corner that made me feel a bit uncomfortable but not enough to run screaming from its pull. Of course I can say that now that I am no longer down there with ten other people. Being alone might be a whole different story. 
While in the cellar I noticed a very large and old wood timber lying against the foundation of the building. On one end it had been burnt and you could see where smoke and flame had once licked its way up the rock foundation wall towards the floor above; telltale signs of one of the many historic fires to have damaged this old hotel.
Back up stairs, and we all began to call it a night. A few of the younger members had found their way to the bar and were even singing karaoke. I must say that for such a small town this is probably one of the friendliest groups of locals I have encountered.
By 1:30 AM Karen and I were climbing into bed in our room located directly above the bar. I heard Tim the bar tender call last call and shortly after that the bar went quiet. Most of us were up by 7:30 or 8:00 AM the next morning. There were very few stories to recount on this particular visit to the Hotel Leger, but sometimes that’s just how it is. Ghosts and spirits are not entertainers who can always be expected to appear at a certain place or time.
There were a couple of accounts that the guests heard someone or something running in the hall around 4:00 AM. One account reported that it was definitely coming from the hall, but it sounded like it was running on a hard surface, not the carpeting that actually existed. Could this have been the ghost child that has often been heard playing in the hall, or maybe it was one of the karaoke singers rushing to the communal bathroom as a result too many Kamikazes. Neither guest nor ghosts are talking.
It really doesn’t matter. This was not intended to be a serious investigation of the Hotel Leger, but rather a learning and social experience for those who attended. We came together as strangers and walked away as friends.









