Life is just distracting, it takes away from blogging ;)
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I sat on the stage of this former Speakeasy at the basement of the Ryde Hotel. There were no spectators and I wasn't doing a performance. I was in a ghost hunting investigation.
Seated a few feet from me is another investigator and a Sensitive by the name of Donna.
I then heard what sounded like singing from the upstairs. Since my back was on the stage and I was facing out, I heard it from my left hand side. It wasn't directly above me. The voice sounded female. Her voice was muffled but I can hear a melody and words that I could not make out and then, it was gone. I wish I had my recorder running. Everyone was accounted for. The females were all downstairs and so were the men. The one hotel employee was at that time on the third floor.
The Ryde Hotel is also in a very isolated area on the 160 River Road. It sits on the levee road right across the Sacramento River. The closest neighbor is a house next door which I think where the hotel keeper lives. It will be probably another 3 quarters of a mile until it comes across a "neighbor" on both sides.
I tried to debunk it. I tried to locate where exactly this singing-female above us was. I went upstairs and stomped on the dining room above and the lobby with a walkie at hand, talking to the other investigator, Deb, downstairs. When she heard me stomp on the area above the stage, I found myself in the private party room up in the dining hall then I sang.
" I can hear you. " , Deb said through the walkie.
Whoever was singing was standing in the private party room of the dining room.
In the darkness.
The Ryde Hotel is simply a gift for us ghost hunters. I don't even feel scared when I go there. I feel at ease and I feel a party atmosphere.
