Happy hauntings my sweet friends. Today I have a story for you that was sent to me by Lexi’s mom, Amy. Amy told me to look into a haunted place in Chattanooga, Tennessee called the Sheraton Read House Hotel. This sounded just like the place I needed for my 31 Days of Spook so I started my research. I was *not* disappointed at all my friends. So if you need to, grab someones hand, paw or hoof and get ready for a bumpy ride.
The Sheraton Read House Hotel is located at 827 Broad Street, Chattanooga, Tennessee. The most haunted room in the hotel is room 311. Room 311 is rumored to be haunted. You see back in the day there was a lady named Annalisa Netherly who lived at the hotel with her husband. One day, her husband came to the hotel and let’s just say caught Annalisa Netherly in a compromising position with another man. Well, the husband lost his mind – was it momentarily or was it already lost – and killed Annalisa.
Now if you talk to some of the workers of the Sheraton Read House Hotel that have been there for years and know about the history, they will tell you that room 311 isn’t really the room that this death took place. They remodeled the hotel and sealed off the room the murder actually took place. They then moved the room number down one door. Now the murder room is still there and you can see the barred window but yet the room remains empty… or is it.
And also a side note that I found out during my research. When Al Capone was awaiting trial, he stayed in the murder room. Can you imagine that? And let us not forget of the story of a soldier ghosts that walks around the 4th floor of the hotel.
And if that murder room and soldier ghost isn’t intriguing enough, there are also secret corridors throughout the hotel. Some that even the longest employees haven’t even found yet.
So my friends, are you ready for a field trip to spend the night next door to the murder room?
AND A SIDE NOTE: This is a personal story that happened to Lexi’s mom, Amy. Shivers to mergatroid!
Long before Lexi was born, this actually happened. At that time, I lived in a house just north of Cleveland, Tennessee. I had three pictures hanging adjacent to each other on two walls. For a while, when I would get up in the morning, I was sure they had been rearranged. (They were very similar.) So one night when no one else was home and no one else was going to be home before morning, just before retiring for the night, I said out loud, “If you can hear me, I want this picture (pointing) over here and this one over there.” The next morning they had been rearranged, and instead of hanging on the walls, they were propped on the floor in the order I had specified. The spirit wanted to be sure I noticed.