Saturday, April 28, 2012

A-Z Challenge "Y" is for the Old York Jail

Day twenty four and the letter "X" for the A-Z Blog Challenge. If this is your first time here, my A-Z challenge is based on Urban Legends, and follows the life of a small town Nevada reporter, Adele.
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Adele's story continues....

Part of our tourism relies on our "old-timey" Western appeal, and at the re-furbished hotel (most of which was brought over from the old hotel from the abandoned mining town) they built it on the same spot as the old sheriff's office and jail. In fact that's one of the great appeals of having dinner at the old hotel--you and your guest can dine in an old jail cell. Now the most recent appeal is that you can eat in the old haunted jail cell. 

It's called the York cell, and its been haunted ever since a woman, who came all the way from Boston to cash in on the then-booming mining town hung herself inside. She had been a maid-of-all-work for a well to do family who were part owners of the mining company, and one of the few wealthy inhabitants of the time. Charged with care of the children, but unable to have her own, she took very good care of the children to point that she was almost obsessive with their care. Until one day, when the youngest boy was found at the bottom of the stairs with his neck broken. The young maid was (falsely) accused of shoving him down the stairs as punishment. (I believe, after looking through the microfilm of the newspapers at the time) that it was a horrible accident. However, the parents were consumed with anger and grief and blamed the child's death on the maid, since she was in charge of his care. Consumed with guilt and overwhelming sadness, she committed suicide in the jail cell, and if you listen closely, you can still hear the sounds of her devastating sobs as you eat your dinner. 

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