Ghost Story of Admiral Fell Inn, Baltimore :: Urban Legends

Admiral miss guild, BaltimoreI have lived in Baltimore for quite some beat now, and it is unthinkable to live in the ara and not know that there is a ghost tarradiddle associated with the Admiral set down Inn at Fell Point (a section of Baltimore located right on the harbor). The man who told me this spirit level is a very well educated, 61 year old creed union CEO. He told me the story over dinner, with me trying to shush the backup of the guests because they alone wanted to tell their own versions. I have include his version of the Ghost of Admiral Fell below, excluding only names and comments from othersIt all started on a dark and stormy nightActually my wife and I had the opportunity of meeting the Admiral during one stay a bit of years ago. It wasnt quite a dark and stormy night, but sure an afternoon to remember. Just off to the side of the registration area of the Inn is a quaint resting area where tea and other spirits are served in the traditional afternoon tea. Since this was in the late fall time stage, a nice warming fire had been set with guests coming and going.As we were enjoying a concoction of light fare and drink a gentlemen of period dress appeared without entrance. He greeted us and inquired if we had tasted the tea? When challenged as to his attire, he introduced himself as William Fell from Lancaster England and was a permanent resident of the Inn. He proceeded to tell the story of the area, how he had found, some 150 or so years ago, this as a suitable deep water port for shipping American goods back to England. In fact, he reminisced on the building of the first Continental armys naval frigate, the Virginia and later the Constellation in these very waters. He to a fault saw the need to bring a calming atmosphere to the tall spirited seaman by creating a safe refuge in these quarters. As we proceeded to refill our glass of a very warming mixture, we turned and as quietly as the Admiral had entered the room, he had some how vanished. A ghost . . . Im not sure, but was certainly a man of stature, friendship and power.That evening, as we lowered the lights, we thought we heard a quiet, muted hum of an old sailors song as the hallway blow out of the water creaked under what sounded like light footsteps.