As soon as we pulled into the parking lot we knew we were in for a fun night. The police were there with their lights flashing and talking to a camera crew, from Noize, who was there to film that night. We checked in and decided to run down to the Mispah Hotel for dinner. Our adventures there will be in the next post.
Once we made our way back to the Clown Motel we set up to begin the radio show. We were in the middle of the lobby with people coming and going. Several of the camera crew stopped by and listened to us talking about what had happened at the Mispah. On a break they showed me some pictures they had taken while there, validating our experiences.
After the break, we went back into the lobby and resumed the show. Candy told of her experience and then asked me to tell mine. I saw his mouth growing into a larger smile and his face was round. The motel receptionist was smiling, nodding her head when we mentioned that there is a little boy attached. She said yes, the clown was donated by a boy. I said around nine. Marleena said the boy was around ten years old and he passed away with cancer. The boy's mother donated the clown to the motel because she knew that it would be taken care of there and it was what he would have wanted. Marleena confirmed my description of the boy. He had light brown hair and was very kind and caring.
When she opened the door, she stepped in slightly. Charlie stood at the doorway with a startled look on his face saying, "Oh my God." He looked over at me, then back into the room and hesitantly began to enter the room. When I turned the corner and walked through, I saw why he looked this way. The room was in complete disarray. The mattresses had been thrown off the beds. The sheets and bedding was strewn all over the room and the chair that usually sits by the window was tossed in between the beds.
Charlie didn't go through the room like he normally would have. But he started telling Marleena how bad it was and that it was not safe. He stood by the first bed, closer to the door. I moved between the beds and continued filming as Candy stood in front of the dresser, by the chair. She said she felt a cold spot. Suddenly, I felt a firm push on my back. It didn't hurt, but it felt as if someone had taken their finger and pushed into my ribs, right below my shoulder. It was hard enough that it made me take a step forward. Candy started exclaiming that she felt something wrapping around her arm. Charlie had moved closer to Candy, then turned towards the door saying, "It is time to get the hell out of here. Now!"
I followed Candy out as she was saying, "It is wrapping around me!" She was genuinely upset. We stopped outside the door and I tried to help her get the negative energy off of her. Charlie insisted that we move away from the door when the darkness would not budge. We moved to the stairway and I handed Charlie the camera. He filmed as Candy and I pushed the evil energy away from her.
In the past, someone did a ritual that summoned the negative energy that remains in that room. Charlie is adamant that there is a poltergeist and I have to agree with him. No on in their right mind would, or should, stay in that room. It should be padlocked and no one, including the maids, should enter that room.