Haunted Castle?

I haven’t written much about haunted things this Halloween season, and I’m not sure if this is an actual haunting, but I found it of interest.

Recently I was at Beardslee Castle with a group of friends which included my sister Cheryl. We had lunch in the basement, or dungeon as some in our group called it. The next day Cheryl called me.

“Did you see the guy wearing an old fashioned captain’s uniform?” she asked.

“No, I didn’t see anyone like that.”

“I’m the only one who saw him!” Out of eight of us. “I didn’t speak to him, because he didn’t look very happy to be there.”

The not looking happy to be there part caught my attention. Usually if you’re in a cool setting wearing a cool costume, you’re happy to be there. For example, at Home Fries with the Historical Society, the gentleman dressed at General Herkimer was strolling around, chatting people up, and he looked quite contented.

“If Steve or I had seen him, we’d have said something to him,” I said. “You know, about the costume.” Theatre people would.

I suspected, of course, that she was making it up, just to freak me out.

“Why would I do that?” she asked.

“Because I’ll believe you,” I said. “And then you can laugh at me.”

“That’s what I thought you guys were doing to me,” she said. “Everybody pretending I was the only one that saw him.”

We had not so conspired, but I was a little disappointed nobody had thought of it. It would have been a great Halloween prank.

“Well, we’re totally going back there,” I said.

Cheryl agreed. I’m thinking maybe on a night when there’s a full moon. I’ll report back.