I am a skeptic:
As a person trained in the scientific method, I cannot take seriously any assertion
that cannot be proved right or wrong. By the same token, I cannot dismiss any phenomenon
or subject as being unworthy of scientific study. That is why I am in a quandary
about the legend of the Story ghost.
When I first heard of the Story ghost, I was sitting in the dining room of the Story
Inn, and the only paranormal force I expected to feel was my leg being pulled from
under the table. But no such thing happened. My Story story teller happened to be
the previous owner of the establishment, an intelligent and affable woman
who had no ax to grind with me, or anyone else. And she was being deadly serious.
The owner described for me an encounter she had had with the Story ghost: She was
standing in the kitchen of the restaurant, and felt a cold whoosh go by. She walked
to the top of the stairs leading into the basement wine cellar, and saw a woman
in flowing white robes at the bottom of the stairs. The apparition then vanished.
Hers was no isolated incident. I have since spoken with several employees who have
described first hand encounters with the apparition. The accounts are all very similar:
glimpses of a female ghost, things appearing without explanation, and things moving
inexplicably. One waitress was carrying food to a guest when the plate literally
exploded in her hand. There were several witnesses to that incident.
At any rate, the Story Inn's employees truly believe in the ghost. Much to my chagrin,
in my conversations with the Inn's employees I now find myself nodding in agreement
and referring to the "ghost" as if she really exists. I guess that once you've seen
a ghost, you're not to be persuaded that ghosts do not exist.
The Story Inn currently has fourteen overnight rooms or cottages, four of which are above the
restaurant. For several years, the Inn has kept guest books in each of the rooms,
wherein the guests may write about their stay, or record just about anything else that comes to mind.
I personally examined these guest books, and was flabbergasted to find numerous handwritten
stories of ghost sightings, particularly in the rooms above the restaurant. These
accounts were signed and dated by Inn guests over the years. Most
remarkably, I found consistent reports of ghost sightings from one guest book to
the next. When books fill up, the Inn retires them to the attic, to join a
veritable treasure trove of very dusty Brown County memorabilia.
Obviously, the guests writing in subsequent books could not have been influenced
by the written accounts of the apparition recorded in earlier books (that is,
unless our guests have been habitually skulking through our attic in the dead of
night to retrieve, read and replace the old guest books, and then returning to
their rooms to plagiarize an account of this strange phenomenon). I have no reason
to doubt the credibility of these persons, and would observe that they have no ulterior
motive at work. I have provided just a few excerpts from these guest books below
all of them written before this website came into existence, and before we
started supplying our overnight guests with a complementary bottle of wine.
Many eyewitnesses believe that the ghost, known locally as the "Blue Lady"
because she can supposedly be summoned by turning on a blue light in one of the
rooms above the restaurant, is one of the wives of Dr. George Story.
This room's history is so remarkable that we renamed it after the "Blue Lady" in
I still do not believe in the Blue Lady, though I may change my mind if I someday
see her for myself. However, I am convinced that this is not your typical urban
legend. There are too many first hand reports from credible people. As a lawyer,
I have won cases on evidence that was less compelling.
Richard R. Hofstetter, lawyer. agh-attorneys.com
News Articles, etc:
investigated Story on December 27, 2005, and concluded that the Story Inn is
haunted by Two Ghosts, not one!
"We [Hoosier Paranormal] had a strange feeling of being
followed around the property by something unseen. That gave us an uneasy
feeling at times. We also smelled baby powder in the Morrison Kelly room
that we could not explain. Hoosier Paranormal believes that based on our
evidence, the history and volume of guest accounts and employees accounts that
the Story Inn is not only haunted by the Blue Lady ghost but also has a second
male spirit that is causing intelligent haunt." [Emphasis added].
Details at Story
"A Room with a Boo,"
Midwest Living Magazine, September-October, 2004.
visits the mysterious, and widely-believed haunted, Story Inn of
rural Brown County, Ind., where cell phones suddenly stop working and
the inn's reputed ghost frequents its namesake Blue Lady Room. A "Room
with a Boo."
Indiana Ghost Trackers.
here, for more information.
Psychic Visits Story.
for more information.
Ghost Busters at Story.
Ghost Hunter Magazine.
A Guide to
Indiana Folklore Mysteries, Spooky Trails & Ghost Towns by Wanda Lou Willis
here, for an excerpt.
Blue Lady Blue [from A Brown County Christmas, Vol. Two
by Slats Klug and the Liar's Bench]:
I saw you, Blue Lady, when I turned on your light. Felt a breeze
on my neck, smelled cherry smoke of your pipe.
Does this cold holiday bring a blue memory?
Have you something to say? Will you say it to me?
I've heard that December's when you haunt these old halls. Is it then you
remember? Is it a lover who calls?
At the inn out at Story your story's made fame. Flicker the
candle. . . whisper your name.
Blue Lady Blue, what happened to you?
. . . Tell me, tell me true
What can I do, just for you? Oh tell me why . . .why so blue,
Your room by the garden has a sapphire glow. Begging your pardon, have you
nowhere to go?
Some they do quiver when the house grows late. But I pray for the
shiver and I wait and I wait.
Blue Lady Blue, what happened to you?
. . . Tell me, tell me true
What can I do, just for you?
Oh tell me why . . .why so blue, Lady Blue.
Guest Book Excerpts from the
Blue Lady Room:
"Although the day had begun quite sensibly, we knew by 10:38 p.m. that we had entered
another dimension. After a swell meal downstairs. . .we retired to (the Garden
Room) to recall our youth. We had coddled and prepared all the parts of our bodies
which, at our ages, require attention each and every night, and . . . turned out
the blue light and snuggled under the covers. . .[Just as Carl was making advances
and things were getting hot under the sheets, a blue shadow crossed the bed. Our
heads whipped around, and any thoughts of romance folded. The ghost-after
glancing at herself in the large mirror-arranged her skirts and plopped on the shelf
and dresser and looked us square in the face. Carl pulled the blanket up to his
eyes and I sat bolt upright. The ghost began to whistle and fix her nails. After
some minutes, she floated to my side of the bed (the window side) and pinched my
bottom (which was still encased in a black lace thing I had bought . . .for this
special night, our anniversary). Startled by this display of familiarity from
a ghost I had only just seen nine minutes before, I leaped from the bed, ran to
the bathroom and into the little toilet closet. No sooner had I turned around than
the door slammed back . . . I heard the ghost give a slight whoosh . . . [In the
morning] there, on my side of the bed, was a blue hair ribbon and a false fingernail."
Rosalie and Carl, Noblesville, IN October
"I met the 'Blue Lady' of Story, IN.
It was Saturday night at 10:10 p.m. and I was sitting in the corner rocking chair
gazing out the back door. I kept feeling like somebody was watching me. The
next thing I knew I was staring at the face of the 'Blue Lady' in the glass of the
back door. Her deep piercing blue eyes were hypnotic and I felt as if I could not
look away. Finally, breaking the spell, I was able to ask her who she was,. That's
when I found out her name was 'Allie.' Before I could ask her any more questions,
she was gone."
Mr. and Mrs. B, St. Louis, MO, April 26,
"I know this place is haunted."
PLM, May 23, 1997.
"My husband laughed about the legend of
the 'Blue Light Ghost' and turned on the light to signal his receptiveness. Grateful
for the chance of an uninterrupted night of sleep (were newlyweds), I went to bed.
In the morning, the light was still on, and John was still asleep in the rocker.
I woke him to take a shower with me. As he walked by the vanity mirror, we both
stared. Long scratches, claw marks really, raked the length of his back. He swears
he doesn't remember how they got there. In fact, he had no recollection of last
night. [Later] he stepped on the balcony to smoke a cigarette and damn near
choked when a gray tabby cat leaped from nowhere onto the rail and began rubbing
all over him. It looked as though the cat knew him in an intimate way."
John & Sara, Indianapolis, IN May 23,
"I am visiting the Story Inn for a vacation.
I had not heard of the Blue Lady before I came. . . . At six a.m., from a
foggy dream, I was awakened. There were two distinct calls, calling my name. The
voice was friendly, but firm. I waited a few seconds and went to the door, opened
it and no one was there. I checked later with the staff to see if someone had called
me. No one had."
Barbara, Bloomington, IN June 3, 1997
"The blue lady ghost permeates this room
like the very air. You can't see it, but you know it's there."
Joan and Carter, Franklin, IN July 31,
"Although Dee Dee refused to turn on the
blue light, I'm sure (the ghost's) presence evoked the passionate love-making. .
. I believe the Lady of the Blue Ghost provoked such passionate love, one which
we will never forget.
We were brave enough to turn the lamp on during the day. To our surprise, we saw
the ghost. [If] you stand at the end of the bed and look out, you will see it during
Hector & Dee Dee, Chicago, IL September
"We were hoping for a visit from the Story
ghost but, sadly, she didn't let us see her. But, before we got into bed, Digger
is certain he smelled her cherry tobacco smoke. He's been a pipe smoker all his
life, and has smoked cherry blend and recognized it immediately."
Kathy & Paul, Cutler, IN December 2, 1995.
"I never saw a bluish ghost
I never hope to see one.
But, if there is a bluish ghost
I'd rather see than be one!"
Joyce & Bill, April 13, 1997