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Haunted Hotels, Homeslice, and Heartache

College Station is stupid. Except for my cousin, Sara, who is a major rockstar. I went down on Thursday night to visit her in her gigantic suite of a dorm room. I won’t go into details, but Katy and I got majorly gipped in our dorm situation if this is how college students can live.

There aren’t very many things to do in College Station (surprise, surprise). Sara’s friends were chill, and instead of going to see a movie, they wanted to take me to the Plaza Hotel. This is a local legend-an establishment that closed down the previous year due to “mysterious activity” after a young boy died in the pool. Basically, it’s a haunted hotel. I was skeptical, but excited to see what this place was made of.
After convincing my scaredy-ass cousin to go along, we rolled up to a giant edifice. We had to jump a 10ft iron fence to get onto the grounds.

Sara, breaking the law...

After finding an open door (locked, but the glass broken so we can crawl though) amidst the boarded up entrances, we started our adventure. This place was cray cray. The pool area was enormous, and creepy because there were plants around the perimeter,  and the pool was drained. Everything was dark, and the only light was from the traffic outside and our phone flashlights. The front desk area still bills littered on the floor, along with broken glass from mirrors, windows, and artwork. All the furniture in the whole building was still there- chairs, statues, artwork, a baby piano, bottles, plants, beds, mattresses, clothing, etc…it looked like the owners literally closed the doors with everything in it and never came back. It was perfect 🙂
Full disclosure, I genuinely screamed at one point when I heard something rustling behind the desk. My rational brain knows it was probably just a rat, the wind, or my imagination, but my romantic brain is sure it was a ghost.

We climbed the stairwell, all the way up 18 flights of stairs to the top floor. [Technically it was only 17, since there was no 13th floor. Lots of difference that made…]. The room on the top was completely trashed, the windows were busted out so the wind was blowing into the suite. It looks like a combination of a haunted place and the remnants of a frat party. Hell, I’d go party there. It was fully furnished, and no neighbors to complain about the noise, and you don’t have to clean up the next morning.


Penthouse suite on the 18th floor, with the windows busted out and the furnishings wrecked.

The rationale for going up to the top floor was because from the roof, “you have a great view of college station.” You can imagine how amazing and exciting that view was. A completely flat expanse of nothing, not even enough lights to be classified as a city. The best part about the roof was all the spray painted graffiti.

Plaza Rules

Plaza Rules- sprayed on the roof

My cousin was FREAKING out the entire time, that was really the most entertaining part of the whole adventure. Sara’s so calm and cool, so it was awesome to see her be scared and vulnerable. Haha. ha.

My cousin, freaking out at the shutter noise my camera made while taking this picture.

Needless to say, we made it out alive. We made it to Houston alive. With a great playlist.
The wedding, which was the primary purpose of traveling to Houston, was fun. It’s always good to see people you like.

But really, the highlight, was seeing my cousin’s baby.


The cutest child in the world being a rockstar

He had a miniature backpack, just perfect for his little one year old body, that’s from Northface. Embroidered on the bag is the word “Homeslice.” You can imagine my excitement. Inside the backpack is a daily report of the boy’s activites during daycare. What he ate, how much of it he ate, number of bowel movements, number of diapers used, how much he napped and the exact times of sleep/waking, what his mood was like, what he did, etc. His parents get this detailed report EVERY DAY. How awesome is that?! I want a kid, already.


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