The Luna café, built in 1926, predates Route 66 and still boasts its original sign and style. Said to be frequented by notorious characters throughout history, such as Al Capone, and to have housed a brothel and casino during the heydays of the Mother Road, you can only imagine what the old bar has seen over the years. If only those walls could talk. But wait – maybe they do.
According to several regulars owner Larry (A.K.A. Rooster) is serving up more spirits than those from the bottle.
Chip, who is a self described skeptic and one who doesn’t believe it without seeing it, tells us he walked up the stairs to the old sleeping rooms and storage area late one night a few years ago. When his feet hit the landing he looked straight down the hallway to the right, where the hall dead ends into a narrow eight foot long room that no longer has a door. There, in the middle of the dark room at the end of the hall was a woman wearing a milky white and thicker than a cloud robe. Definitely a female, with ashy blonde hair, you can tell she is probably in her late twenties, an elegant looking young woman. Completely shocked beyond fear he hesitated only slightly before bolting into a room and shutting the door. A moment later he threw open the door and swung his head out the door toward the narrow dark room. She had left.
But the lady upstairs isn’t a new story. Kathleen, who is frequently upstairs, will tell anyone about the holographic figures that often wander the halls. You don’t know when you’ll see her, but poke around enough and you will. Mostly at night, but whenever she wants, she appears. Perfectly silent; except an occasional soft foot step. Kathleen confirms she is a blonde, a young looking woman who will only occasionally acknowledge her presence, with just the slightest of a nod. She doesn’t seem to want anything or have a grudge against the mortal residents.
There are bigger problems. The man is around too. An older curmudgeon wants to let you know he’s there. He likes to knock on walls, like he’s knocking on a door, but there is no door between the kitchen and first sleep room. It’s clear he likes to startle innocent visitors, and he leaves you with a feeling that you’re the one who’s in the wrong place.
Kevin’s become accustomed to the lady visitor, she hardly startles him now. Besides, he says, when you get a close look at her she seems really calm and always wears an effervescent white robe, she could even be an angel watching out. Watching out for what? “The shadows.” Yeah, the shadows. The ones that cross your own when you’re in the hall alone, the ones that fade instantly when you enter a room, and those that break the light shining in under the door. They still make his skin crawl.
The thing is it doesn’t matter if you’re alone, if it’s day or night, or whether you are looking or not. After closing time, and needing one more last round, Kathleen, Chip and Kevin retreated to an upstairs room and sipped along as it got later. Kathleen ventured tipsily into the hall to the bathroom. When she decided to return for the vey last nightcap, upon opening the door, before taking one step, she was greeted by him. He glared at her for only a second, just as long as it took her to slam the door in his would- be face. She couldn’t scream, and could hardly move but managed to lock the door and catch her breath. Deciding that locking the door might not be that effective; she barely cracked the bathroom door and peeked out far enough to determine he had left. She flung open the door and returned to her buds.
When the guys saw the look on her face their words in unison rang out. “It’s there!” They sheepishly lined up next to the door with their shoulders pressing up against one another, they all three took a glimpse into the hallway.
Now each of them will tell you it was the other who screamed, pissed their pants and called on God, but they will all tell you he was there, at the end of the hall in the narrow room. He turned as soon as he saw them and was instantly gone, not with a poof or flash, just completely gone. A few more drinks were had and nerves were strengthened for the next walk down the hall.
Sent in by Mitzi, Copyright 2008 TrueGhostTales.com
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When I was reading this I god chills all over me. But now I have my own ghost around following me. He is actually behind me as I speak.
good story
that is so sarce
thats realy scary who could of that women be i like getting a scare but the that scary 0:
wow makes me wonder who that woman is. im scared of ghosts but i think that if i were there and met her i would try to speak to her not really expecting anything in return but who knows right. as for the man i would be scared stiff and i would run out like a bat out of hell!! but it was a great story i enjoyed reading it
i have been on route 66 befor …….. nothhing happened
where that route 66 anyway… i never got there… where that place… what time it happenes… no minutes nor second or hours…. just everydah…
that was ok ….but deffinitly creepy
I Must say I’m impressed with your writing skills, its almost like you were writing a book, well done, are you perhaps a writer by any-chance? I usually avoid typing like you have when recounting a true story for on this site, for good reason that people will say: “She’s obviously a writer and is making this Up” the truth is, if and WHEN I do put my experiences into a book to be published I will take much greater care in the fashion of writing. When youre writing things for in a book, you aften have the chance to take more time to choose your wording and phrasing properly for a more compelling reading material, poetic gracefulness in the writing such as yours, as the sentence: “The Luna café, built in 1926, predates Route 66 and still boasts its original sign and style. Said to be frequented by notorious characters throughout history, such as Al Capone, and to have housed a brothel and casino during the heydays of the Mother Road, you can only imagine what the old bar has seen over the years. If only those walls could talk. But wait – maybe they do.
According to several regulars owner Larry (A.K.A. Rooster) is serving up more spirits than those from the bottle.” This way of writing is what truly gripped me. WELL DONE. I now wonder, perhaps I should have used my better writing skills on my Experiences which I have submitted, I have by the way, already been ridiculed on the fact that because I wrote it well then perhaps it was total fantasy. If you scroll through the comments made under some of “Brane the Demon in My Head” experiences, you’ll see these unjustly accusations by some of the readers using to there ‘defense’ that due to good writing skills my story was completely made up. Just wanting to say your story was great and I know its true, also just to let you know that if anyone ridicules you in the same way they did mine due to writing, remember this, it isn’t always the writing skills of education that makes something true of not, it is evidence and commonsense that helps you to draw a conclusion whether something is true or not if you do not first have evidence to satisfy you.
I just wanted to say I’m new to this site, and I don’t know if the stories are edited by the staff here or the writers themselves, but I am very impressed by what I have read here. I like it a lot. The story about Route 66 grabbed my attention at first because it’s an historic location near where I live, but after reading the story I was moved with its honesty. To Warrior Priestess; just be true to yourself and don’t worry about the rest.
Hello M.L.D. The stories here are sent in by visitors from all over the world. These stories are personal experiences that people have shared with us here. The stories are only edited to correct spelling and formatting. This is what makes this growing collection of stories great. Visitors can have the opportunity to read about personal paranormal experiences written by many different types of people living in many different parts of the world.
Hi M.L.D,
welcome, do you have a story to tell? or is it just interest?
I’ll go and have a look at route 66, not sure i can remember reading that.
err… just realised it is above lol. Was just looking in the who had commented bit.
it was good
I am new to this site and I have read one long comment and I have a reason why he writes so well…more education than most people. It is a good story though. Does anyone talk to her? Have you looked into the history of anyone dying in that place?
I live in Albuquerque and there is a LUNA mansion in a town south of here called Los Lunas… I wonder if that is the same mansion? It is a restraunt now but I have heard from staff that it is haunted. It is a lovely home but with a past like that I can see why there could be activity in the home….