I’m at the hotel, to unlock for drywall guys. Beautiful 8am Sunday morning.
As I’m opening the door to turn the alarm off I can hear footsteps back-and-forth in the damn building. Really loud.
I don’t want to go in till the drywall-er show up. More so because I prefer not to disturb the
resident spirits.
I've learned to keep my experiences to myself.
So the tradesmen, don't get spooked!
I said nothing, opened for them, left!
My name is Leslie. "T", If you are from around this area, you probably will recognize My last name my father John "T" lived in the hotel for a short time when I was a child, I remember I went there, a
I've been saying for almost 2 years, the ghosts leave us alone. I think I need to shut up, because frankly I have no idea who or what is listening. 1/10 @ 9PM, my wife and son are in the Bay Window ro
1st: Understand that under no circumstance have I ever sought proof, and or requested action from the resident spirits that we share this place with-never!!! Because when you call them out, guess wha