The Ball Bouncing

GHOST BALL BOUNCING

When the group of artists first moved into this hotel, during the month of September 11th attack, Jim was the artist to choose this room. His first night was an uneasy rest. So uneasy was his first night he was kept awake sure he was hearing things. At this point in time he didn't know any of the stories of the hauntings. He just felt uneasy in his room.

Then he thought he heard the sound of a ball bouncing in the room above him. He lay listening as he thought someone was in the room above him dropping a rubber ball, over and over, allowing it to create a bumpada bumpada bumpada sound in order to annoy him. Or to freak him out. He was certain he was hearing a ball bouncing. They were holding the ball very close to the floor so the bouncing was almost directed, it seemed, at creating the noise just to disturb Jim below.

The person upstairs had to have been doing it intentionally, Jim felt, and they would have to be standing in the center of the room above him for the ball to be tapping just in that place. This went on for hours. This went on for so long he finally got up and went up to the third floor to find the culprit joker and force them to cut it out.

The sound of the ball bouncing stopped.

Only when Jim got to the third floor room that was at the end of the hall directly above his own room, he found behind the closed door what he was not expecting. The room above his had been sealed as a storage room. It was totally stuffed from floor to ceiling with storage and trash and furniture. There was no possible way anyone could even enter the room let alone reach the center to stand at and bounce a ball there.

If the sound was coming from somewhere it didn't come from any person in the room. And there were no pets back at that time to create the ball sounds either. The ball bouncing was a puzzle Jim never was able to answer.

This was only one of the many unusual stories that creeped around the edges of this room while Jim lived in here.

Jim was inspired to create artwork about ghosts.
Here is one of his photos:

(Called "Let us in/Let us out")

"Well, where do I start? I was up on the third floor and the party had just died down. I was exhausted and went to the room Blair had assigned for me. It was pretty cold that night and I had my sleeping bag on a mattress. Back then, nothing but the mattress was in the room. I left the door open and had crashed on my back with my face up. Within minutes, I was out cold. All of a sudden I felt a ball hit me. Not only did it hit me, I felt it hit the mattress and heard it hit the floor. Startled and wondering what the hell was going on, I looked up and around. There was no one around and not only that, there wasn't even a ball in the room. I didn't know what to think so I scratched my head and tried to go back to sleep. I fell back down and tried to calm myself. As soon as I relaxed, I felt a little girl crawl on top of me and she started to poke me in the chest. I quickly sprung up and looked around. The girl was nowhere to be seen but i could hear her laughing and running down the hall." -Joe Bob


	GHOST BALL BOUNCING When the group of artists first moved into this hotel, during the month of September 11th attack, Jim was the artist to choose this room. His first night was an uneasy rest. So uneasy was his first night he was kept awake sure he was hearing things. At this point in time he didn't know any of the stories of the hauntings. He just felt uneasy in his room. Then he thought he heard the sound of a ball bouncing in the room above him. He lay listening as he thought someone was in the room above him dropping a rubber ball, over and over, allowing it to create a bumpada bumpada bumpada sound in order to annoy him. Or to freak him out. He was certain he was hearing a ball bouncing. They were holding the ball very close to the floor so the bouncing was almost directed, it seemed, at creating the noise just to disturb Jim below. The person upstairs had to have been doing it intentionally, Jim felt, and they would have to be standing in the center of the room above him for the ball to be tapping just in that place. This went on for hours. This went on for so long he finally got up and went up to the third floor to find the culprit joker and force them to cut it out. The sound of the ball bouncing stopped. Only when Jim got to the third floor room that was at the end of the hall directly above his own room, he found behind the closed door what he was not expecting. The room above his had been sealed as a storage room. It was totally stuffed from floor to ceiling with storage and trash and furniture. There was no possible way anyone could even enter the room let alone reach the center to stand at and bounce a ball there. If the sound was coming from somewhere it didn't come from any person in the room. And there were no pets back at that time to create the ball sounds either. The ball bouncing was a puzzle Jim never was able to answer. This was only one of the many unusual stories that creeped around the edges of this room while Jim lived in here. Jim was inspired to create artwork about ghosts. Here is one of his photos: (Called "Let us in/Let us out") "Well, where do I start? I was up on the third floor and the party had just died down. I was exhausted and went to the room Blair had assigned for me. It was pretty cold that night and I had my sleeping bag on a mattress. Back then, nothing but the mattress was in the room. I left the door open and had crashed on my back with my face up. Within minutes, I was out cold. All of a sudden I felt a ball hit me. Not only did it hit me, I felt it hit the mattress and heard it hit the floor. Startled and wondering what the hell was going on, I looked up and around. There was no one around and not only that, there wasn't even a ball in the room. I didn't know what to think so I scratched my head and tried to go back to sleep. I fell back down and tried to calm myself. As soon as I relaxed, I felt a little girl crawl on top of me and she started to poke me in the chest. I quickly sprung up and looked around. The girl was nowhere to be seen but i could hear her laughing and running down the hall." -Joe Bob