I was hoping for “man in the top hat”

This weekend My Honey and I went to the old mining town of Bisbee. His band was performing along with several other bands–some of whose members I’ve known our whole lives.

I was mostly excited about staying in the Copper Queen Hotel. This is the oldest continuously operating hotel in Arizona having opened in 1902. It’s decorated in the Victorian style with velvet and shiny wood and patterned carpets. There was an elevator that Ava wouldn’t have ridden in for a million dollars. It’s funny. Sometimes I’ll take an elevator I know would totally freak her out just because, and she’s not even there.

Anyway, it’s a cool old hotel. They even gave us actual keys for the room doors. I haven’t been given an actual room key in I have no idea how long. Of course a hotel this old likes to spread the reputation that it’s haunted. The place has been featured on lots of shows and does ghost tours and everything.

When I checked us in, I asked for one of the haunted rooms. The desk lady told me they were all haunted.

“I certainly hope so,” I said.

As I did my research I learned that the third floor seems to be the epicenter of the hauntings. We were given room 307. I figured we had as good a shot as any of seeing something.

I did not bring my pickle jar/ghost trap like I did to the San Carlos. I figured it didn’t work then so, you know, whatever.

I was in our room a lot. Sometimes I even left the door to the hallway open so I could see if anything shenanigans were happening out there. I felt no spectral cold drafts, smelled no mysterious perfume, heard nary a whisper.

I confess, I am once again disappointed. Just once, why can’t the ghosts come out for someone who’s dying to believe?