I get this email from my husband, Chris, about a week ago with “Pub Tour 2012: The Naughty Pilgrims” as the subject line. First of all I’m thinking to myself “isn’t is 2013?” – but since I am always confused, I double checked the calendar just to be sure. Sure enough we are in the year 2013 (you know, in case you’re sitting there scratching your head just like I was).
Anyways here is what was in the email:
Pub Tour 2012
The Naughty Pilgrims
Meet Jenney Grist Mill 6 Spring Lane Plymouth
Hear amazing tales of early colonists and their misdeeds. Stop at some unique pubs to learn about the legends they hold. Discover why the John Carver Inn is believed to be haunted. Learn about witchcraft and superstitions in the 17th century.
Pretty cool, right? If you have been around here long, you know that I love, LOVE haunted ghost tours and have dragged my poor, unsuspecting husband along on dozens of them. We’ve been on haunted tours in Plymouth, MA (think pilgrims), Boston (actually I went on that one before I met Chris), Salem, MA (think witch trials), Barnstable, MA (Cape Cod) and tours in Providence & Newport, RI a few times each. The Naughty Pilgrims Pub Tour was being run by Colonial Lantern Tours in Plymouth and since we’ve been on their haunted lantern tour about a dozen times and LOVED it, we thought this one might be kind of fun. So, I emailed Chris back and told him to reserve our spots because well, who wouldn’t want to hear all about some pilgrim shenanigans.
He replies back with: “Hey, let’s make a night of it and book a room at The John Carver Inn“. I quickly reminded him that the Inn is haunted and I also reminded him that he is even more of a chicken shit than I am when it comes to these sorts of things. But he was pretty insistent, and who am I to argue with a night away without the kids?
So Last Wednesday was the day. We dropped the kids off early, so we ended up arriving at the Inn nice and early. We checked in and went up to our room. Normally when Chris and I stay in a hotel and walk into our room and see this, we get all giddy. Two separate beds are a huge treat, but not on this night.
They put us in room 311. Guess what the most haunted room in the hotel is? 309. So, we’re up on the 3rd floor of the hotel, all of which is supposed to be haunted, but we end up right next to the room with the most activity. I knew I wasn’t going to get any sleep that night and I told Chris right off the bat that we were indeed sleeping in one bed that night. He wasn’t happy, but it’s not like he gets a say anyways.
We decided that before we walked across the street for our tour, we’d snap some pictures to try to see if we could catch a ghost in action.
We left our stuff up in the room and went off across the street to meet up for the tour at the Jenny Grist Mill in Plymouth (pictures coming tomorrow). The tour ended up being pretty fun. Chris and I were the only ones signed up that day, so we got a private tour. We walked around to a few pubs in town while the tour guide told us about all the naughty things the early settlers did. They were frisky back then, let me tell ya.
In an effort to delay our torture, after the Naughty Pilgrims Pub Tour (from 2012), we stopped at a bar along the way and played trivia. We suck and came in dead last, but we had fun doing it.
By around 10 pm, we had to get back to the hotel so that we could get some sleep. It was a work night after all. But before we went to our room, we took a picture of the infamous room 309, which oddly enough was vacant that night. There were people staying in room 307 on the other side, and of course we were in 311, but they didn’t put anyone in the haunted room that night.
As soon as we got inside the room, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I’m sure it’s just because I scared myself into thinking that monsters were going to get us in the middle of the night. Stories of other people’s experiences in the hotel include things floating, lights turning on & off spontaneously, the tv turning itself on & off in the middle of the night and slight “breezes” inside the rooms. I informed Chris that we would be sleeping with the lights on and he actually thought he got a say….how cute.
Stupidly, I got this ghost meter app on my iPhone and even more stupidly, I thought it would be fun to use it inside the room. I had goosebumps, I swore I felt someone breathing on the back of my neck and my app was going nuts. I kid you not, we weren’t back in the room for ten minutes when I told Chris that I had to get the hell out of there.
Mind you, I was actually part of a paranormal investigation team at one point and I’ve actually been in real haunted houses and this place scared me more than any of the actual haunted houses that I’ve been inside.
We went to the front desk and asked to change rooms. We told them that we had just been on the ghost tour and they told us that the third floor was haunted & that we weren’t comfortable staying up there. They laughed at us, but gave us a room on the second floor. I still didn’t get any sleep and I swear I heard at least six or seven random knocks and noises from inside our room.
But we survived. And I swear to god that I’ll never stay at The John Carver Inn ever again.
And as a special treat, Chris is sharing his thoughts on our night that night:
I thought I was going to be the chicken that night, but it turns out I was the brave one. In Masshole Mommy’s defense, I did have a few drinks (and by a few I mean between 8-10) otherwise known as Liquid Courage. It works for picking up women and dealing with ghosts. Needless to say I slept good, but there was a few times that I almost jumped out of my skin. Once was when an old lady came out of her room door just as we were taking our picture in the mirror hall way. Also I did get a little freaked out as we walked by some of the back alleys that we took on a ghost tour. You know from previous posts when myself and Masshole Mommy go on vacation, we like to get a room with two beds so that we each get our own bed. Not this time. Masshole Mommy vetoed that idea. The good aspect of the evening was that Masshole Mommy was extra snugly that evening.