Monday, September 24, 2012

Getting in Trouble Looking for Ghosts


I spent this weekend at my sister's wedding.  She was married at The Cranbrook House and Gardens.   The house was beautiful, dark, and filled with wood paneling and old Gothic touches that made it feel more haunted than Hillhouse.  I could almost imagine it whispering to me.   I hadn't done any research into Cranbrook House and I had no idea if it was haunted, but I wanted to find out.

So I did what I always do.  I snuck around and asked random people uncomfortable questions.   This works very well in the South where people are friendly and love to talk.  It did not work out well for me in Michigan.  I snuck upstairs, where a lady found me and yelled at me very angrily. I asked her about ghosts and she said no ghosts and gave me the look I give my children when they ask me if they can have chocolate ice cream for breakfast.  I skulked downstairs, determined to unravel the secrets histories of the old house.   My sister told me there were rumors of a painter who died in the house.  I knew his ghost must be hiding somewhere.

I started taking pictures.  The same lady found me. She told me I couldn't take pictures that weren't of the wedding.  She yelled at me again and sent me on my way.  Now, she had her eye on me.  She knew I was trouble.  I snuck off again, but this time I did a better job and was able to snap a couple of pictures, but she found me again and yelled at me again.  At this point, I gave up.  It was my sister's wedding and I didn't want to ruin it with my strange ghost hunting behavior. So I never found any ghosts at Cranbrook House, but I was part of a beautiful wedding on a chilly autumn day and that is better than ghosts.


9 comments:

Jeffery said...

Hmmmm! Perhaps the Shouting Woman was the Ghost!...hehehehehehehe...Either that or she'd seen the Wedding Crashers one time too many!...
Cheers Jess!

Cullan Hudson said...

Sounds like a terrible place. Remind me not to book it for anything. It calls to mind the one and only time I visted the Stanley, which ghost hunters just loooove. The staff were among the rudest I've ever encountered at a hotel. I vowed then and there that I would never give them my money. I was prepared to check in and all. No money from me.

Justine's Halloween said...

Haha! I was about to say that the mean old lady was the ghost, but I see that someone else got to that comment first. :) She does sound plenty scary, anyway.

She didn't have the right to tell you what to take photos of at your own sister's wedding. I don't know what that was about. Do you think that grumpy lady lives in the house?

I'm near Michigan (Wisconsin) and I can say that you'd find lots of people willing to talk ghosts in my state. There are probably some cultural differences, though. You might be more likely to run into old German or Norwegian people who are a little... I don't know how to put this. They don't want anyone in their business. :) There can be a bruskness in attitude. There are of course many friendly older people too. Look at it this way, you kept her entertained!

magikalseasons said...

Wow what an uptight woman I would have found her boss. I understand you didn't want to cause trouble, but I'm glad you did anyway. I must say I'm not surprised by that at Cranbrook House. It is lovely place for a wedding though. But not all us Michigan folks are unwilling to speak of our ghosts.

Jessica Penot said...

I didn't mean to make the lady seem so terrible. I think she was just doing her job and wasn't very friendly. She told me the house was a museum and that was why photography wasn't allowed. I think she was the curator. It does seem odd not to allow photography someplace where weddings are held. Weddings are all about photography, but what do I know?

Adsila said...

Haha, I would have sneaked around and took pictures too. Poo poo to the yelling lady!

The Moonlit Stitch said...

Ah yes, much more polite in the south for sure! What a beautiful old place though. Detroit area was so full of wonderful architecture that has been lost. Went to see Hotel Transylvania last night w/my little girl. Loved it! ~*~Lisa

HedgeClipper said...

That's too bad! She should have been flattered that you were interested in the building's history! What bad hospitality...haha.

Anonymous said...

The reason she didn't want you going upstairs and taking pictures is because there are offices up there for the executives of the school. Only the lower level is "open" for tours, events and such. I have been on a tour before where they explained that.