Have I ever had a paranormal experience? Only ones—so far.
I spent a short vacation in a town called Kemparton NH. I stayed in a charming hotel called the Kemparton House. It was a historic building dating from 1840.
The first night I was there, I woke up about 3:00AM. Looking straight ahead of me, I could see—that is, I THOUGHT I could see—a figure staring at me. It was a handsome man of about 35, and he wore old clothes.
I woke myself up and his image faded. I turned the light on that was on a table by my bed, and he had completely vanished. So I thought no more about him and went back to sleep.
The next day I did some sightseeing. Kemparton is a beautiful historic city dating from 1705. I had a fine meal, then went to a local bar and had a couple drinks. Then I went to my room.
After I turned off the light, I saw a shadowy substance ahead of me. It formed into a shape—the same man I saw last night! And no, I was not drunk!
I turned the light back on. But this time, the man stayed where he was.
Was I scared? Of course I was! However, there was something about the man that gave me trust—something in his face that told me he was a man of honor.
"Hello," he said. He spoke with a slight British accent.
"Who are you, and why are you in my room?"
"Forgive my intrusion, my lady. My name is Captain Jack Adams, and I require a service of you?
I nodded. "Before we get to that, there are some things I require of you."
"I dreamed about you, last night."
"That was no dream, my lady; I came by."
"Then you are. . . "
"You don't believe me?"
"You could be an illusion set up by this hotel as a gimmick."
He nodded. "You think I'm perhaps an actor employed by the hotel to scare people?"
He walked to my left side and held out his arm. "Shake my hand."
I did—or rather, tried to. I couldn't feel the hand, but the air there was ice cold!
I nodded. "I believe you."
"Excellent! Oh, may I have your name, please."
"Jennifer Mason. But most people call me Barefoot Jenny."
"You like to go bare footed?"
"As much as possible!"
"I had a scullery maid who went barefoot at my house. You've not a maid, are you?"
"I'm a private detective."
He smiled. "A female private detective—impressive! That explains who you're not afraid of me. You aren't afraid of me, are you?"
"A little," I conceded. "But there's something about you that suggests nobleness and honor."
"Smart lady! That makes what I have to require of you a bit easier."
"On June 10th, 1895, I got blind drunk and threw my wedding ring into a small pond close to here. Then I went to this hotel, where I was staying, and slept it off. That night, I was murdered by ruffians.
"I now deeply regret throwing my ring away, as I truly love my wife. I've resolved not to meet her in heaven until I the ring is recovered to me. But being a ghost, I can't get it myself."
"So you'd like me to try and find it for you."
"If you can."
"I assume you've asked other guest to do this."
"I have. Most were scared off. Some flatly refused. Some agreed to do it, but then reneged. And a few tried to do it, but couldn't find the ring, or else went to the wrong pond! It's called Thompson's Pond, by the way."
I nodded. "OK, I will help you."
"Thank you, my lady! Oh, and have a little reward for you, if you find the ring."
"And what would that be?"
"I like surprises!"
He laughed. "I leave you now, Barefoot Jenny, until the morrow. Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Captain Anderson."
He disappeared. I went back to sleep.
Nobody I talked to seemed to know about "Thompson's Pond;" however, I went to a local library. They had an old map with the pond identified. They let me photocopy it.
I also checked out the captain. His story was correct; he was murdered in his bed by two thieves in 1895. Fortunately, the pair were arrested and executed.
The pond was on once was called Quarter St, but is now Old 75 Road. I drove off the road, got out, and looked it over. It was small and very muddy—not too inviting! I resolved to visit it in the evening.
The rest of the day I spent sightseeing. I had another fabulous dinner, then I went back to my room.
"Captain, if you're here: I shall begin my search for the ring later this evening.
I didn't hear him; however, I felt an icy cold breeze!
I changed into jeans and a t-shirt, then I set out.
I drove to the pond and parked on the side of the road. Then I took my shoes off and got out. I walked to the side of the pond.
"Your reward better be a damned good one, Captain!"
I then waded into the pond.
It wasn't deep, but it was VERY muddy! At first, I felt around with my bare feet, but then I eventually just got in the water.
I did this for several minutes. Sometimes, I would pick up objects that could have been the ring, but they were usually just stones.
I began to give up. Perhaps the ring was taken years ago. Maybe this was the wrong pond. Or maybe the whole thing never happened.
As these thoughts went through my head, I suddenly grabbed an object.
It was the ring!
I went back to my car and dried off—I had brought a large towel. Then I drove back to the hotel. Fortunately, not too many people were out!
I went into my room. "Captain Anderson?"
He appeared. He smiled when he saw me. "I once went to a music hall in Brighton that featured lady mud wrestling; you look like one of the contestants!"
I also smiled. "I feel like I just wrestled in mud!"
"Well, did you find it?"
"Yes, sir! But before I bring it out, I'd like you to describe it to me."
"You ARE a good detective! All right, it's gold and it has a one caret diamond. The diamond is rectangular."
I nodded. "Here you go, Captain."
I took it out and held it in my hand. He didn't grab it, but somehow it got transferred to him. And then he slowly disappeared.
"Thank you Barefoot Jenny Mason," he said. "I must now say goodbye. May I meet you in heaven."
And then I noticed something: In my hand, where the ring was, there was now a $5 gold coin! It was dated 1892.
"Goodbye, Captain Jack Anderson."
I took a shower—with my clothes on!-and went to bed. The next day, I went home.
I was well paid for my troubles; I appraised the coin at $4000! But I'm keeping it in the Captain's memory. I hope to meet him, and his wife, in heaven.