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

Admiral Fell Inn, Baltimore I have lived in Baltimore for quite some time now, and it is impossible to live in the area and not know that there is a ghost story associated with the Admiral Fell Inn at Fell Point (a section of Baltimore located right on the harbor). The man who told me this story is a very well educated, 61 year old credit union CEO. He told me the story over dinner, with me trying to shush the rest of the guests because they all wanted to tell their own versions. I have included his version of the Ghost of Admiral Fell below, excluding only names and comments from others: It all started on a dark and stormy night†¦ Actually [my wife] and I had the opportunity of meeting the Admiral during one stay a number of years ago. It wasn't quite a dark and stormy night, but certainly 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 period, 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 army's naval frigate, the Virginia and later the Constellation in these very waters. He also saw the need to bring a calming atmosphere to the high 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 . . . I'm not sure, but was certainly a man of stature, knowledge and power. That evening, as we lowered the lights, we thought we heard a quiet, muted humming of an old sailor’s song as the hallway floor creaked under what sounded like light footsteps.