It’s kinda frigging freaking me out.

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!