I’m a volunteer for the Historic Annapolis Foundation, an organization dedicated to preserving the historic buildings and teaching the history of Annapolis, Maryland. It runs a museum and several historic houses, and is headquartered in one of the oldest – and, reputedly, one of the most haunted — buildings in Annapolis, the 1715 Shiplap House. I’m generally not in the Shiplap House but spent a few days there a couple of weeks ago, doing prep work for some special events. I was on the second floor, in the room with the window to the left (looking toward the house) of center.
Once a tavern, the most active of the Shiplap ghosts is a tavern wench – murdered by a customer and left in the back yard — who annoys female occupants of the house. Now I must say that I’m a skeptic when it comes to ghosts. I’m not saying that there’s no such thing – there are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy — but nothing I’ve seen, heard or read convinces me of their existence. Still, as a history tourist, I’d like to think that there are people from the past clattering around us. So when I got the Shiplap assignment, I hoped that Adrianne (Rocky Balboa’s wife was a tavern wench?) would make an appearance and try to punk me.
Nothing happened during my week at the house. Creaking floorboards above were the result of a wandering marketing intern. And disappearing papers were the result of my aging memory. On my final day there, I snapped a few photos for a possible future blog post and went away disappointed.
Then I looked at the photos on the camera. One of them – of the stairwell leading up to the dormered third floor — was sideways. I uploaded it to my computer. Still sideways. I didn’t move the camera or change the settings in any way during my quick photo session. I stood at one spot in the hallway and snapped one shot after the other. There’s no reason that one photo should be different from the others. Except. Adriaaaannnneeee!