Key West, Florida
This ornate Victorian mansion was
built in 1889 by Francisco Marrero, a wealthy cigar maker, for his
wife-to-be, Henrichetta. He hoped with it he would be able to entice
her to marry him and move from Europe to Florida.
She agreed to his proposal, married him, and moved into their new
home in Key West. They had a happy life together and were blessed
with eight children.
The story is told of how Francisco met a mysterious end in his
homeland of Cuba and Henrichetta was left a widow. As she tried to
cope with her loss, she was shocked to learn that Francisco had a
wife in Cuba. This woman traveled to Key West and laid claim to
Henrichetta’s home. A court supported her claim and evicted the
distraught Henriquetta. She found herself and her children homeless.
Before she left her home, however, she promised that the mansion
would always be her home and she would never leave it. It seems that
she never has.
I had read various accounts about this beautiful B&B and saw it for
the first time on a ghost tour. I was intrigued and promised myself
that one day, I would stay there.
My opportunity came when I visited my parents in February of 2003.
My mother and I decided that the day before I flew out of Key West
to return home, we would stay at Marrero’s and spend some time
shopping. The innkeeper at that time, Jodi, was very friendly and
helpful. She arranged for a masseuse to give us both massages upon
our arrival. After that, we relaxed and went down to the front porch
to join the other guests for cocktails. A luscious Italian dinner at
Opera with a ghost tour afterwards, left us more than ready to turn
in for the night.
Our room for this stay was room 18 on the second floor. Earlier, I
asked which room had belonged Henriquetta and was told that room 17
was her room. It had a connecting door to what was originally the
nursery. The door is now blocked by a large armoire and not used.
Right after we checked in, Mom and I stopped briefly in room 17 and
I took one digital picture of the armoire. The results, which I
didn’t see until I returned home, were unlike anything I have
captured before. The entire bottom of the armoire was engulfed in
what looked like a dense ectoplasmic mist which, closer to the top,
looked more like clumped orbs. The very top of the figuration had a
row of more distinct orbs. It appeared to me that the energy was
trying to materialize. I did feel the energy in the room when we
walked in. I wish now that I had taken a few more pictures. There
is no telling what I might have captured.
Room 17 was occupied that night and it is just as well, because
judging from the activity in our room, I can only imagine what our
night there would have been like there. As it was, I didn’t sleep
well. As soon as I would drift off, I would be disturbed by dreams
of walking the halls of the second floor where I found a crying
toddler with black curly hair. She was pounding on the door of room
17. I had my recorder running but I didn’t pick up any EVPs.
Pictures of the room also failed to show anything. I did, however,
get orb shots in other rooms of the mansion. There were 2 moving
orbs in the downstairs main parlor.
In spite of the activity, I didn’t feel anything threatening. I
believe that Henriquetta is still there and keeping a close watch on
her home to this day. I suppose part of me had always empathized
with her plight. As a mother, I can’t imagine losing my children and
ultimately my own life on the streets of Key West. I just hope she
is at peace.
