It looks like a popular ESPN columnist stayed at the Skirvin recently and he says he had an encounter with Effie.
“I woke up at 4:30 with my heart pounding. I swear on Tom Brady’s ACLs that the following happened: At first, I heard a baby crying and realized that was why I woke up. I thought it was one of my own kids before remembering that my kids weren’t babies anymore, then remembering that I was in Oklahoma City and not Los Angeles. Suddenly, it dawned on me that I wasn’t alone. I had an overpowering sensation that someone else was in the room. Until you’ve experienced that feeling, you can’t understand what it’s like. Your blood is swishing through your veins at 200 miles an hour, only you don’t understand why — your body reacts a few seconds before your brain does.”
To read his entire account, go here.
Now here’s the thing; Jack Money and I did exhaustive research on the hotel for our book “Skirvin.” We wrote a section on the ghost stories. W.B. Skirvin was a womanizer. He was quite the likable scoundrel. He had fights with his family. There were loose women, beer parties, fixed roulette wheels and shootings on the 10th floor that is supposedly haunted. We know the name of the hotel employee who Skirvin had a long-time affair with. Her name wasn’t Effie. And there was no tragic death or a scandal involving a crying baby.
The Effie fable is just that – a fable. Now, have I seen a couple of things that could be interpreted as proof of the hotel being haunted? Maybe. But there are likely sane explanations. And for what it’s worth, there are just as many variations of the Effie tale that involve a more sensual, erotic if not odd haunting involving Effie compared to the one relayed by Mr. Simmons.
Mr. Simmons, I’m calling you out. You’re dabbling in fiction writing with your latest BS report.
Best regards, Steve Lackmeyer