In the heart of historic Mobile, Alabama, a city of Southern charm, there is the Fort Conde Inn. It is Mobile’s second-oldest home. Built on ground once guarded by a mighty French fort. A place that welcomed families... until war and deadly epidemics turned its rooms into a house of misery.
This is where the supernatural begins after dark. Scratch-scratch near the floorboards... like tiny claws searching for something lost. Furniture slides across rooms when no one is watching. A heavy, watchful presence follows you on the second floor, breathing just behind your shoulder. Buckets roll down steps by themselves. Lights flicker. Whispers answer when you speak. Voices from empty courtyards. Cold touches in warm rooms.
Are these the restless soldiers who never made it home? The grieving mother who lost everything? Or a playful child, still looking for friends? Guests check in for quiet nights and leave with stories they can barely believe. Some say the spirits aren’t angry... they’re simply not finished yet.
Join us as we check into a room Within the Mists of Alabama at the Fort Conde Inn?