Hey y'all! It's been a while, I hope everyone's doing okay. Today, I wanted to talk about the Walker Creek Inn. Not for any particular reason but just because someone suggested that I should talk about more different locations and this one story with the Inn popped into my head. Anyway, here goes.
This story takes place around 1974 if I recall correctly. There was a gas leak near my house and we had to leave for the day. Thanks a lot, Lambert. Don't get me started on him...Anyway, Julia and I had to stay at the Walker Creek Inn for a day. Before that, I wasn't really familiar with the place. It seemed nice, and I had met Tammy before at the shop, but I don't think I had ever even set foot in there. Always surprised the hell out of me that we had enough folks visiting Walker Creek to keep the place in business. It's a nice building, it's a light blue or maybe white wooden exterior. When I was there, it was mainly bright red and green wallpaper and carpets but who knows what it's like now. Anyway, Julia and I registered a room with a balcony and a TV and everything around 6:00. We got all settled in, showered, sat down to relax, and then we heard this...thudding. I turned to her, told her I'd check it out, and off I went to knock on the door of the room next door. Before we continue, I should say this: I know what you're probably thinking: skinwalkers, torturing, death, horror. But don't get your hopes up - this isn't that kind of story, y'all. Back to the Inn - I was standing there in a bathrobe since the gas issue had kept me from showering all day. So I definitely did not want to be there any longer than I had to, but...we don't always get what we want though, I'll say that much. This short, scruffy man, who I later learned was named Mr. Elmor, apparently lived in the Inn due to some...marital issues. It looked like he'd been exercising since he had a jump rope in his hands. That's not where this story ends though - Mr. Elmor decided that I was a good candidate to talk to for a whole hour. Living in a Bed and Breakfast probably gets lonely so I don't blame him but even then, it was one of the most excruciating experiences of my life. I learned more than anyone probably should about him in that hour. After I came back to the room, Julia told me she'd been listening in and then she laughed at my misfortune for at least twenty minutes before we went back to our normal activities. God, I miss that laugh. I miss her. Anyway, why am I telling this story? I don't really know to be honest - it's just a notable that's memory from Walker Creek. I used to do that kinda of thing a lot more, and they're nice. I'm living up to the blog name again. This story also helps to set up what my next blog entry will be - the Walker Creek Theater. I'm keeping on a theme with locations for now. My encounter with Mr. Elmor and his inclination to talk to me led me to avoid the Theater at all costs but I have a few good stories to tell from there. That's all for today though, hope y'all are entertained! As always, let me know if you have requests. - Trevor
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