My sister, Tracy and I love to visit haunted locations and do a few wine tastings. Hence, my blog title being Ghosts and Wine. This one week, we chose Tombstone, Arizona. To improve our chances of experiencing a paranormal event, I got us a room at the Tombstone Motel. It is one of the four most haunted hotels in Tombstone.

We checked in early afternoon, unloaded the car, took out the luggage, left it in the room, and went sightseeing. First, we did a couple of wine tastings at the Silver Strike Winery and Cabal Cellars.

Both were good, but it depends on your taste which one you like better. Silver Strike fermented its wines in stainless steel instead of oak barrels. Their wines had more pulp and a fruitier taste than many I have tried before. Their wines had a different taste than other wines I have tasted.

Cabal Cellars fermented their wine in Oak barrels, and although I am not a wine connoisseur, I like the wines aged in Oak better. They had a dry wine tasting and a sweet wine tasting. I prefer the sweet sparkling wines, while Tracy prefers the dry reds.

I found a bottle I liked—2022 Passion Sweet Zinfandel—which I bought. We did more sightseeing and then had dinner at The Longhorn Restaurant, which served excellent food. It’s a little pricey and hectic, but worth the food and service.

After we paid the check, we stopped by the car to put the bottle glasses inside so we didn’t have to do it the next day.

Now, here is where you get to decide what you believe. I’m telling you what happened, but you can determine if you believe it.

I couldn’t find my keys. I always put them in one of the side pocket keys first with the veteran holder outward. They weren’t there, so I set my purse, or, as Tracy calls it, ‘The Suitcase’ on the car’s hood. I emptied out every pocket and placed the contents on the car as I went.

No Keys.

So, we put everything back inside the purse and checked around the car to see if I dropped them.

No Keys.

When we returned to our room, we took everything out of the purse pocket by pocket and put the contents on the bed.

No Keys.

Tracy took the bag, turned it upside down, and shook it.

No Keys.

Now, we kind of looked at each other, trying to comprehend what had happened. I have a spare set back in Tucson, which is only 70 miles away, but I would have to convince my roommate to bring them to me. I was not looking forward to that, as he would bring them to me, but I would never hear the end of it.

We decided to sleep on it and retrace our steps in the morning before we did that.

He was our last resort.

I took a shower, brushed my wet hair, and checked different places to make sure the keys weren’t somewhere else in the room. There were still no keys.

In the morning, Tracy woke me up, saying she was going to check around the car again and maybe underneath it. A few minutes later, she returned, stating she looked everywhere and didn’t see them. We had no choice but to call my roommate and get the spare set.

I pulled my purse over to brush my hair and make myself decent to delay the call. I reached into the bag and grabbed the keys.

They were sitting on top of everything in the bag, and the first thing I grabbed was the keys. I pulled the keys out and showed them to Tracy. She was as stunned as I was.

Now, if you ask my sister what she thinks, she swears my purse is a black hole, and the keys moved from one pocket to another as I searched it.

I will leave it to you to decide what you believe about the case of the missing keys.