The Lusty Lady
Kym Kemp / Tuesday, March 18, 2008 @ 11:39 a.m. / Humboldt , Humor
Although tales of hollow voices where no one walks and cold fingers trailing up the spine when no one is behind you send goose bumps racing, not all ghosts are scary. Some apparently have another purpose.
In the small hamlet of Phillipsville, just up the road from the old Sawblade Tavern and down the road from the Deer Horn Lodge is a ramshackle but charming old building, The Riverwood Inn. The downstairs is a wonderful country neighborhood bar connected to a tiny restaurant that serves delicious Mexican food.
Upstairs used to be empty most of the time. The current owner made the area into lovely rooms. She claims that a male traveler stayed behind as a ghost but I heard that a woman walks up there. I was told you can hear her husky laughter and teasing voice. No one is scared of her.
However,I’ve heard that a woman and man better really like each other before they head upstairs alone. They say that the place used to be a brothel and the ghost, a madam there.
I don’t know whether it’s true but. . .
Once my husband and I slipped upstairs together. All by our lonesome.
He’s pretty urgent about going back.
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Related tags: brothel, ghost, haunting, madam
Sounds like they might have a succubus on their hands. I better investigate just to make sure.
There’s a story of a ghost in my parents’ house, but I’ve never seen it. Just my youngest sister and dad have, I think. I wish I knew the history of that house… might be interesting.
~Monica~
He wore black leather trousers and motorcycle boots……
And a black leather jacket with an eagle on the back….
He had a motorcycle that took off like the gun……
That fool was the terror of Highway 101!
Oh, he never washed his face and he never combed his hair……….
He had axel grease imbedded underneath his fingernails……….
On the muscle of his arm was a big tattoo………
A picture of a heart saying “Mother I Love You”………
Oh, he had a little girl by the name of MaryLou…….
And he treated her just like, he treated all the rest…….
But everbody pittied her cause everybody knew……
She loved that goddam motorcycle man………
Chorus……..motorcycle boots and all that…..
MaryLou poor girl she pleaded and she begged him not to leave…….
He said I’ll ride a hundred miles before the sun can rise…….
But he hit a disal engine that was California bound……..
And when they cleared the records, all they found, was……
Black leather trousers and motorcycle boots……..
And a black leather jacket with an eagle on the back……
But they never found the cycle that took off like the gun…….
AND THEY NEVER FOUND THE TERROR OF HIGHWAY 101.!
So, I think my ghost is a naked, tattooed old biker! Goodnight!