My Emily Morgan Hotel Experience
Over the years, I have visited San Antonio and have long admired the beautiful architecture of the Emily Morgan Hotel that is located directly across from the Alamo. After researching the hotel, I became even more intrigued as I learned that many people believe it is one of the most haunted hotels in Texas.
I would say I have a general curiosity about the paranormal although I’m still very skeptical. I tend to look for logical explanations, and in the absence of them, I do not assume that what I cannot explain is automatically paranormal. With this in mind, I’d like to share some of my experiences at the Emily Morgan Hotel that took place December 8th through the 10th, 2011.
The Elevator Ride: Going Up
My husband and I checked into the Emily Morgan Hotel around 9:45 pm on December 8th. The hotel lobby was beautifully decorated with a Christmas tree in the front corner, and the gas fireplace made the space warm and inviting.
We pushed the button to grab the next elevator. As we entered and pressed the button for the 14th floor we realized it was the top floor and effectively the 13th floor, since like most buildings they typically skip naming the 13th floor. We giggled at this discovery as the doors closed behind us. My husband commented on how quickly the elevator seemed to rise and, almost as soon as the words left his mouth, we abruptly stopped. It was clear that the stop wasn’t a normal stop. We looked at each other wide-eyed. The doors didn’t open and even after pushing the “doors open” button, the doors still wouldn’t open. We stood there stationary for only a minute and then the elevator started going back down. I began pushing “14” again. What seemed like in mid-stream, it lit up “12,” but then began to go back up to 14. This time it didn’t stop abruptly and the doors opened fine. We quickly exited, anxious to get off before it kept us hostage.
Over the remainder of our stay, we rode in all of the available elevators numerous times, and we never again experienced anything like that first time.
The 14th Floor
The thing I noticed most about the 14th floor was the smell. It reminded me of some childhood memory of medicine. The only way I can describe it is “old medicine.” It was not offensive, pungent or overbearing, but it unmistakably hangs heavy in the air. Having researched the hotel a bit, I knew it had previously been a hospital, and perhaps that tainted my impression of the smell. It did not have a clean clinical smell like hospitals or dentists' offices today.
As we opened the door to our room, 1405, our 14-foot ceilings and tall-paned windows made the room seem small and narrow. However, it was spacious enough to accommodate a king-size bed with two nightstands, a built-in desk with rolling chair, a sofa, side chair, coffee table, and dresser with a large (probably 40”) flat screen TV.
The colors of the décor were best described by my husband as “tired.” The room was not warm and cheery. I would not say that I got a sense of sadness there, nor was I uncomfortable there. It just seemed tired and perhaps a bit lonely. We opted to leave our luggage to unpack later and headed out to explore the Alamo and downtown San Antonio that was brightly lit for Christmas.
Having seen the movie “1408” with John Cusack, we thought we’d take a walk past 1408. Taking a left from our room, we found 1406 adjacent to our room, followed by 1407. We noticed that 1407 had a double-wide door, but still only one knob to enter. (You can see this in the last video shown below). Following 1407 was 1409, which was actually the room on the point of the arrow or triangular-shaped hotel. There was no 1408. As we waited for the elevator, we noticed the plaque on the wall that clearly stated that 1408 was a valid room number. We wondered when they had decided to eliminate 1408. We would inquire about that at our departure.
Contact Lens Cleaner
My husband wore contact lenses and utilized an ultrasonic cleaning machine to clean them. We had had the machine awhile and had never experienced any problems with it. On our first morning in the room, my husband plugged it in where the coffee pot had been plugged in, and it wouldn’t work—even though the coffee pot had worked fine in that same plug. His first thought was that we had somehow broken the machine in the journey. I laughingly told him it was the ghosts playing with him and to try it again. This time it worked fine.
On our second day there, we went out on the town and came back to the room to rest before going out for the evening. I decided to lie on the bed and rest my eyes and feet. My husband opted for a nice soak in the large bathtub. As my husband sat in the tub, he left the door to the bathroom open, and I was on the other side of the wall from him, with only enough room for one of the nightstands. Suddenly, and very clearly, I heard a male voice clear his throat, almost like a growl. I opened my eyes, fully expecting to see my husband standing directly over me. However, he was still in the tub. I asked him if he had just cleared his throat. He said he hadn't. I asked him if he had made any noises at all. He hadn't. He also hadn't heard what I heard. This is 4 pm in the afternoon, and I was not asleep when it happened. I simply had my eyes closed. There had been no sounds coming from the room next to us during the entire stay, so I don’t believe it was from another room. It also was not a muffled sound at all. It sounded like it was directly next to me. I still have no idea what it was that I heard.
Suddenly, and very clearly, I heard a male voice clear his throat, almost like a growl. I opened my eyes, fully expecting to see my husband standing directly over me. However, he was still in the tub. I asked him if he had just cleared his throat. He said he hadn't. I asked him if he had made any noises at all. He hadn't. He also hadn't heard what I heard.
Thermostat and Light
We had agreed to leave a specific light on each night, because it lit up the entry to the room, while at the same time it put a small amount of light directly over the bed. When I went to bed on the second night, that light was on. I went to bed before my husband did.
I also woke before he did and noticed that the room seemed particularly hot. I went to check the thermostat, which was by the swing bar lock on the front door. I noticed the light was off and had to turn it on to read the thermostat. The reading on the thermostat showed it was 70.5° in the room. That couldn't be possible. I get cold at 75 degrees. I also noticed that the vent wasn't rattling, which it had been any time the air conditioner or heat was on. That’s when I realized the unit was off. As I turned it on, the vent began to rattle and it showed 72° on the thermostat. When I cut it off again, it showed nothing on the display and the vent was again quiet.
My husband woke up. I asked him if he had left the light on like we had been and asked him what he had set the thermostat on. He said the light was on when he went to bed, and the air was set to 72° and was running when he went to bed. I have no explanation for how the air conditioning unit and light were both off when he is positive he left them both on before coming to bed. There is no way anyone could have entered the room, because we had the swing bar door lock on.
Contact Lens: Day Two
On the second morning of our stay, my husband again unplugged the coffee pot and plugged in the machine to clean his contact lenses. The machine came on fine this time. We went about packing and getting ready to leave.
The machine ordinarily runs for eight minutes and cuts off. This time the machine had continued to run, and the liquid in the machine was boiling hot. He had to let it sit before determining if it had ruined his lenses and for them to be cool enough to put them in his eyes. The machine had never done this, nor has it done again since then.
The hotel staff had slid the statement/bill under the door for easy checkout. I picked it up and folded it in thirds to carry it down to check out. I decided to stop by the restroom before leaving, since we had a long drive ahead of us. I placed the bill, my two room keys, and my credit card in my lips rather than set them down. When I removed them I found that my upper lip had stuck to the paper and I painfully peeled it away, causing my lip to bleed.
Obviously, my lips must have been moist enough to stick to the paper and quickly dried to the paper, but in light of everything that happened on our stay, it did seem odd. I have put paper in my lips before and never had it stick and make my lips bleed.
Be sure to visit the Emily Morgan Hotel on your next visit to San Antonio, Texas. Tell them KCC Big Country sent you. Then, be sure to come back here and let me know how your experience was.
I have included a couple of videos here that I found on YouTube that happened to show some great footage of the hotel and the 14th floor. This is not from my visit.
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