Shifting gears here ...
About 5 or 6 years ago, I attended the wedding of the son of a good friend of mine. The event was very nice, wedding held at the Pharmacy Museum. We did the strolling through the French Quarter, on the streets with a police escort. Nice event.
The next night, I had booked a room at the Columns Hotel. The Columns is a beautiful hotel in the Garden District. Originally built in 1883 and restored to its former grandeur. Naturally, rumors about ghosts, hauntings and apparitions since the Columns had gone through some very tough times in the past. Particularly, Room 10. So naturally, I requested and got, Room 10 for the night.
That room is opulent in an old N'awlins way. Well, my then current lust interest and I walk up the street, watch the Game of Thrones episode that night at the bar and return to the Columns. Rather tepid, uninspiring swapping of bodily fluids. Then sleep.
About 2:00 a.m., I wake up ... a bit. You know when you are in a half awake, half asleep state. But, I become acutely aware of this ice cold sensation slowly going down my arm. And I sense ... I know, I absolutely know, that there is some... presence, right there. The room is dark of course.
But, I slowly lift my head since I hear something in the bathroom... some noise that to this day, I cannot identify for sure. I try to turn my head to look toward the bathroom but it is almost as if a presence is holding my head in place, refusing to let me turn my head. And this fear just permeates every aspect.
I wake up around 6:00 a.m. ... covered in sweat. The sheets are soaked with sweat. And the room is peaceful. When asked, she has no idea at all of the "presence."
Just thinking about it brings reflections of, perhaps some of the feelings that night.