A two night stay in an old, worn out hotel in Liverpool, England, turned into an experience Peet from APPI would always remember. She had visions of unknown people, and then received possible validation of those visions.
Was she dreaming? Or did she truly experience something paranormal?
Was she dreaming? Or did she truly experience something paranormal?
The Britannia Adelphi Hotel
Peet Banks. Back in 2006, my boyfriend and I went on a trip around the United Kingdom. We were a part of a tour group, and spent a few nights in Liverpool, England. The hotel we stayed at was the Britannia Adelphi, a place which looks like it’s straight out of The Shining. There has been a hotel built on this same site since 1826. It was rebuilt in 1876, and then its current carnation was built in 1911 by the Midland Railway. When opened, it was "regarded as the most luxurious hotel outside London".
Back in the early 20th century, Liverpool was the major arrival and departure point for the huge ocean liners. The upper class would stay in the Adelphi prior to boarding their ships. The Sefton Suite in the Adelphi is an exact replica of the Titanic’s first class smoking lounge.
Sir Jock Delves Broughton, an aristocrat who was charged with murdering a fellow aristocrat, suicided in this hotel in 1942.
Many famous people have stayed there over the years, such as Winston Churchill, Franklin D Roosevelt, Judy Garland and Frank Sinatra. Sadly the hotel is now a shadow of what it used to be, and appears as an old, tired hotel with only hints of its former glory.
Back in the early 20th century, Liverpool was the major arrival and departure point for the huge ocean liners. The upper class would stay in the Adelphi prior to boarding their ships. The Sefton Suite in the Adelphi is an exact replica of the Titanic’s first class smoking lounge.
Sir Jock Delves Broughton, an aristocrat who was charged with murdering a fellow aristocrat, suicided in this hotel in 1942.
Many famous people have stayed there over the years, such as Winston Churchill, Franklin D Roosevelt, Judy Garland and Frank Sinatra. Sadly the hotel is now a shadow of what it used to be, and appears as an old, tired hotel with only hints of its former glory.
A Strange 'Dream'...
The Britannia Adelphi. We checked in to the hotel mid-afternoon, and had a little while before we were to meet the rest of the tour in the dining room for dinner. John (my partner) was flicking through the channels on the television, and I was lying on the bed next to him. I must have dozed off, and when I did, I had a vivid, vivid dream.
In my dream, I was standing to the side of the entry of the hotel. I was watching as a lady walked through, from the front door, and up the steps leading to the ballroom. She was wearing a long, white dress, which went down to the floor and had a bustle on the back. She had long, dark, curly hair, which was out and falling down to her waist.
I was not ‘me’ in my dream, I was just an observer. I recall thinking three things.
1. That she was not wearing a hat, and that was wrong;
2. That her hair was out, which was also wrong;
3. That she held herself and walked like an aristocrat, and was obviously ‘somebody’.
I woke up to John shaking me. He said I had been hyperventilating and that I had only closed my eyes for a few seconds.
I told him what had happened, and then we both promptly forgot, dismissing it as a dream.
In my dream, I was standing to the side of the entry of the hotel. I was watching as a lady walked through, from the front door, and up the steps leading to the ballroom. She was wearing a long, white dress, which went down to the floor and had a bustle on the back. She had long, dark, curly hair, which was out and falling down to her waist.
I was not ‘me’ in my dream, I was just an observer. I recall thinking three things.
1. That she was not wearing a hat, and that was wrong;
2. That her hair was out, which was also wrong;
3. That she held herself and walked like an aristocrat, and was obviously ‘somebody’.
I woke up to John shaking me. He said I had been hyperventilating and that I had only closed my eyes for a few seconds.
I told him what had happened, and then we both promptly forgot, dismissing it as a dream.
Visions
The foyer. Eventually it was time for dinner, so we left our room and hopped into the elevator. When we got in, our tour guide was also in there, together with another tour guide from a different tour. Both the guides were talking to each other, and the other guide was telling our guide how she had a professional medium on her tour, and that the medium said the place was haunted.
She had seen a ghost, and the ghost was that of a woman, who was wearing a long, white dress, and she had long, dark, curly hair, and she was walking through the front foyer from the main entrance, and heading to the ballroom… she described exactly what I had ‘seen’ in my ‘dream’.
She had seen a ghost, and the ghost was that of a woman, who was wearing a long, white dress, and she had long, dark, curly hair, and she was walking through the front foyer from the main entrance, and heading to the ballroom… she described exactly what I had ‘seen’ in my ‘dream’.
The Ballroom. The following day, I had the exact same thing happen. I seemed to close my eyes for a split second, and then suddenly a vivid “vision” (for want of a better word) came upon me. This time it was a first person dream.
I was walking down a cobbled street, following a man. I knew that this man worked for me, and his appearance was very dirty. His clothes were stained and dark, and on his head he wore a beret. He also had a very prominent moustache. He turned to me and pointed down to the road, and said “watch out for the dead bird”. I looked down, and there was, indeed, a dead bird on the ground. I also noticed that I was wearing a long, burgundy dress with a long green coat over it, and I had on black, lace up boots (think Mary Poppins).
Again, John woke me up by shaking me. He said that I had been breathing heavily again, and this time I had been out for about a minute.
I have no explanation for these events, but although they happened 7 years ago (at the time of writing), they are still on my mind.
I was walking down a cobbled street, following a man. I knew that this man worked for me, and his appearance was very dirty. His clothes were stained and dark, and on his head he wore a beret. He also had a very prominent moustache. He turned to me and pointed down to the road, and said “watch out for the dead bird”. I looked down, and there was, indeed, a dead bird on the ground. I also noticed that I was wearing a long, burgundy dress with a long green coat over it, and I had on black, lace up boots (think Mary Poppins).
Again, John woke me up by shaking me. He said that I had been breathing heavily again, and this time I had been out for about a minute.
I have no explanation for these events, but although they happened 7 years ago (at the time of writing), they are still on my mind.
Peet Banks 2013
Put together by Ashley Hall 2013
Put together by Ashley Hall 2013
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