Story Inn (Page 2)
I headed downstairs to meet two of the four owners, Rick and Angie Hofstetter, for dinner.
I'm open-minded about ghosts, neither a true believer nor a nonbeliever. Rick and Angie fall on either side of me. "I'm not a believer," Rick, a lawyer and business law professor, states bluntly over a glass of red wine. Angie, a literature professor who's worked at the inn for more than a decade, believes. She says anyone who's been here long enough has experienced the mischievous ghost: heard skirts rustling, smelled cherry tobacco, felt odd sensations and even--get this--a pinch on the rear.
She's speaking from experience; swears that one time, when alone in the building rolling out dough in the kitchen, she felt a strong and distinct pinch on her backside. She says others have too, particularly when baking. "Rick didn't believe me. He thinks I'm nuts," she says, sending a sidelong look his way. "But there really is something. It's a haunted building, but it's friendly."
We move on to dinner. Mine is goulash, the tasty nightly special created by Head Chef and Owner Frank Mueller, a German native with about four decades of European cooking under his belt. I listen and eat, as Rick the nonbeliever lays this story on me: Every time a guest book in any of the rooms is filled, it's retired and a new one is put out. He found old Blue Lady Room guest books in the attic from long before the ghost was openly talked about or the Internet's easy, worldwide connectivity existed. Ghost accounts chronicled in the pages of different books, written by different people from different cities, were consistent.