With the gruesome war finally over, town officials wondered what to do with the extra materials.
It was decided that a housing facility was needed for individuals who worked on the jetty in town.
The Tarpon Inn: Most Haunted Hotel in Port Aransas
Updated 2/11/2020 – A large, beautiful building was constructed out of the extra timber, and the workers piled in.
The south jetty was completed in a few short years, and the building was then converted into a hotel.
It has remained a hotel, the Tarpon Inn, ever since.
Over the last century, the Tarpon developed a reputation for being haunted.
However, Tamara had not heard anything about it when she came into town.
“I was in Port Aransas for an interview,” she shrugged.
Had I known its reputation, I never would have checked into a room there,” she involuntarily shuddered.
“Anyway, my interview was set for 6 AM the following morning, so I planned for an early night…only I was so incredibly nervous I couldn’t sleep.”
Dead Voices Underwater
“It was around three in the morning when I finally decided to get up and take a shower…that usually helps calm me down when I’m anxious,” Tamara explained.
“I kept dipping my head under the hot water, and as I did so I began to notice something odd.
You know how when your head is underwater you can still hear people speak around you, but it’s warbled?
“I kept hearing a voice, a male voice…but when I brought my head back out, I only heard silence,” she shrugged, puzzled.
“I pushed my head back under the stream of the shower-head and I listened very intently.
The voice seemed to be repeating the same sentence over and over again and as I listened, I picked up a few words.
“I heard ‘water,’ ‘watch,’ and then finally, ‘death.’
Needless to say, it was not the relaxing shower I had hoped it would be,” she laughed without really smiling.
“I quickly got out and crawled back into bed, still wrapped in a towel.
“I finally, finally started to drift off when I thought I heard a loud noise that dragged me back from unconsciousness.
I looked all around my hotel room and then I noticed that the bathroom door was closed.
I was almost certain that I had left the door wide open though,” Tamara frowned.
“I sat up and stared at the door, feeling a sort of dread bubble up from deep in my stomach.
All of the sudden I saw this faint, pinkish light begin to glow from underneath the bathroom door, and a deep male voice whispering from within.
I was so frightened I ran out into the hallway, heedless of the fact that I was only wearing a towel.”