Basin Park Hotel Spirit Experience

Basin Park Hotel Spirit Experience
Eureka Springs, AR

Prior to attending a conference in nearby Rogers, Arkansas, in 2013, several colleagues from Louisiana and I decided to meet up with other colleagues from Arkansas for a weekend at the Basin Park Hotel in Eureka Springs.  This is an account of my personal experience with a spirit resident of the Basin Park Hotel.

Upon arrival, I tossed my luggage into the hotel room and hit the streets.  A few hours later, I stopped by my room to put some powder in my shoes.  I distinctly remembered the powder being the last thing I packed before leaving Baton Rouge.  However, the powder was nowhere to be found, so I left for more sightseeing.  Later, when I returned to the hotel, the powder was sitting on top of my luggage.

The following morning I struck out on foot again to get in a little shopping before our departure the next morning.  I purchased a simple but interestingly designed sterling silver ring from Magee’s jewelry shop up the hill and around the corner from the hotel.  That evening, I removed the ring from my finger and placed it on the nightstand along with my watch, glasses and loose change, then went to sleep.  The next morning the ring was nowhere to be found.  After searching everywhere around the bed and sifting through the luggage items I gave up, raised my arms into the air and said aloud, “When you finish playing with the ring, please return it to me.”  Somehow I had a feeling it was a female spirit; a child.

Two weeks later, while sweeping along the baseboards of my home I made a strong sweep with the broom and set the broom back down in the same path as we do when sweeping.  As soon as I set the broom down, the ring appeared immediately in front of it exactly midway of the width of the broom.  Had the ring been there the moment before, it would have shot across the room like a hockey puck.  I picked up the ring, put it on my finger, and said aloud “Thanks for returning my ring. Stay and visit if you like.”

My spirit guest stayed for 3 weeks and would make him/herself known midweek around midnight by knocking four distinct times, exactly like knocking on a door.  The first time I heard it, I thought someone was at my front door.  I got up from bed to check only to learn no one was there.  The next week I tried to locate the knock inside the house but could not pinpoint it.  The third week I had a houseguest.  We were watching TV when the knocking occurred.  When I did not move to get up, he remarked that someone was at the door.  I explained that no one was at the door, it was a spirit traveler visiting from Arkansas.

Leon Steele
Baton Rouge, LA