ok, this hotel is seriously haunted (pictures, dial up beware)

[Arm]

yes, but at least one of the rooms had been sealed (the room had to be fumigated) and I would have been able to tell if the seal had been broken... and the locks are all electronic... not very easy to jimmy (and i've before checked the key encoder to make sure keys hadn't been issued for the other room it could be and seen none issued, or only issued to the people who checked in and no master keys are missing...)

huh. Those would be harder to jimmy, yes.

Cameras are never a bad investment, though. You could maybe get the hotel to pay for it... Just think, you've got stuff moved around in the kitchen, perhaps there's pilfering you should be watching out for-
And if you get some nice haunting footage, bonus! You can sell that

@Joi-
My boots sound like women's high heels. It was a little disconcerting at first (I'm a tall man wearing combat boots) but now it's just funny, when I wander around and find someone looking for the woman in heels

Especially when guys hold the door for me. I had one guy stop, hold open the door, then look around, and say, "I thought I heard a woman walking back there?"
I told him, "Nope! Just me."

He had this look on his face like he was going to head down to the nearest loony bin and check in

I can walk quietly in them, it's just more trouble than it's worth, unless I really want to screw with people's heads

[blackmars0]

One of the branches of the library I work for is haunted by the lady who orignally owned the house WAAAAAAAAAY back, and when she died she left the house to the library. She never left, though. I've been at that location several times, sorting through cables upstairs (closed off area, no public allowed.), and I've heard shuffling/moving in the other rooms, footsteps in the attic (there are stairs to go up, but the "door" in the ceiling is sealed with 2 or 3 sheets of plywood and deck screws, so nobody would get through it without a power drill), and doors opening and closing (all the windows are closed, so the records don't get water damaged or anything should it rain.).

Staff don't go up there unless they absolutely HAVE to, and there's only 2 people working there most days. I've come downstairs and made sure both staff weren't anywhere near those sounds. They also say they'll come in in the morning and find books mis-shelved, or tipped off the shelf. The maintenance guy says he's seen books fall off the shelf from across the room, with no outside influences. These shelves are fairly deep, as well. There's about a 3 or 4 inch gap between the spine of the book and the end of the shelf (for most books, anyways.)

I try to stay away from there as much as possible.

[Aethian]

I want to stay at a haunted hotel... *sighs* I never seem to get a haunted one when I got roaming about the US with Mom.

[Evil Queen]

Oh, I wanna stay in a haunted hotel too!

[Aethian]

I say we go find one together and get a couple rooms, stay up at night and tell ghost stories. Yes?

[Evil Queen]

Yes! I'll even bring the marshmellows and sodas. We'll need the caffeine and sugar to be tweaked enough to actually SEE the ghosts!

[Supermarket Slave Girl]

It would be awesome to stay at a haunted hotel, count me in, although will have to get a plane over there haha.

I've lived in a few haunted houses so not much surprises me anymore.

[Sarlon]

I volunteer a few places around here. I live up in the eastern US mountains and god only knows how many old civil war stories there are.

I was in NC, having dinner with my parents in this OLD post civil war home, that had been converted into a bed and breakfast for backpackers coming in off the applichian trail. Well we had dinner in what would of been the old parlor...and I kept getting the sense someone was watching me. I excused myself to the bathroom and sure enough...I catch a glimpse of 2 people in the room behind us...

A man and a woman....both very elegently dressed....and both definatly not from this era.

I asked the hostess about it and she told me stories of how guests in a certain room upstairs would always claim someone crying was in their room...

I'd of LOVED to of gotten into that room...but it was rented out and they weren't gonna let some complete stranger go into their room.

EDIT:

I mentioned hauntings in my state...and remebered a few....well heres one literally in my back yard!

[LewisLegion]

You ever notice that ghosts seem to have a time limit? I mean, everyone who sees one that says they were dressed 'out of time' always sees like...victorian clothes, or civil war soldier clothes or something at least from the last couple hundred years, generally.

You never get anyone talking about 'I was in a big Victorian house in England and I swear to God, I saw a ghost...it looked just like a neanderthal!'

[Antisocial_Worker]

You ever notice that ghosts seem to have a time limit? I mean, everyone who sees one that says they were dressed 'out of time' always sees like...victorian clothes, or civil war soldier clothes or something at least from the last couple hundred years, generally.

You never get anyone talking about 'I was in a big Victorian house in England and I swear to God, I saw a ghost...it looked just like a neanderthal!'

I wish I could remember more details, but the oldest ghost I've ever heard about is one that appears along a road somewhere in Britain. It appears to be a Roman soldier riding a horse.

[Evil Queen]

I dunno about the time limit thing; the only ghosts I really remember was Nana (the babysitter ghost). She was your classic 1950s grandma I think. And the other two dorks (yes, they were dorks. And really loud) were just normal dudes. They would fit in just fine in today's world.

[Titchyboy]

How bout this for a bad day - in York near me

When plumber Harry Martindale was fitting the central heating system in the cellars of the Treasurer’s House next to York Minster, when he heard the sound of a horn in the distance. The sound of the horn drew nearer. Then a carthorse emerged from the wall, with a Roman solider riding it, followed closely by more soldiers dressed in uniform wearing plumed helmets.

Strangely, the soldiers appeared to be walking on their knees. Then as the soldiers approached an excavated area of the cellar, it became clear that they were marching on an old Roman road, which lay buried 15 inches below the cellar floor. What’s more, when Harry emerged from the cellar, looking like he’d seen ghost, the curator is reported to have said: “You’ve seen the Roman soldiers, haven’t you?”… Apparently this wasn’t the first time this apparition had been seen.

[Aethian]

I remember talking to a girl who lived in de UP and told me about a time when her and some friends were sitting at the ceremonial fire pit and had a night visit from a shaman who wasn't in the tribe in that time. I kept pestering her to let me come visit over holidays until it was found that she is part of the bear and I'm under the wolf. Ah well...

[Misanthropical]

I would love to visit the more haunted placed around here, but my husband would never ever agree to go with me, since it freaks him the heck out.

Don't blame me, though. I warned him that I and the rest of my family were ghost magnets before he married me.

We have a male ghost in our house who use to scare the beejesus out of my little guy. One day while the kids were at school I told Mr. Ghost that if he continued to scare my little guy or any of children I would banish him for the house and he shouldn't think for a minute I couldn't do it.

He use to sometimes like to rattle the blinds in my bedroom when I was trying to go to sleep, till I yelled at him "I'M TRYING TO SLEEP! KNOCK THAT SHIT OFF!" He hasn't done it since.

He has shaken the bed too, but only got yelled at again for his troubles.

He hid one of my shirts that I like to wear to work for a couple of days. I checked every inch of the house to find it. The other night, I found it on top of a stack of my husband's clothes. A stack I had already looked through at least 5 times before.

He has done the same thing with my big guy's wallet. We searched all over for it, since the big guy had his school ID in it and needed that to get into the school. After looking all weekend for it. I found it in on the floor near the coffee table, the place we had all looked before and it wasn't there.

He seems to like to play on the stairs. One night, after everyone else went to bed. I was watching TV and heard heavy footsteps come down the stairs. I thought maybe the big guy was having trouble sleeping, so I walked over to the stairs, but no one was there that I could see.

I have heard what sounds like someone slowly coming up the stairs, but again, no one I could see.

He likes to pace upstairs, when I'm downstairs. I know it wasn't the children, since the hall light was off and they wouldn't be in the hall with it off. I could hear my husband snoring so it wasn't him, but I kept hearing someone pacing from what sounded like from my daughter's room door to the master bedroom door and back again, over and over again.

He also does this when I'm the only one home. If I'm upstairs it will sound like someone is walking around downstairs.

I don't know what his story is, since I'm told I live on the land of what use to be a dairy farm.

I don't give a rat's ass if people don't believe me. I figure there is just as much proof of ghosts as there is for God, so who really is the crazy one? I don't want this to turn into a religious debate, I'm just stating my point of view.

I have told my children to never mention what they see and/or hear that is related to them being ghost magnets outside of the family. They don't need the stress that would bring.

[Supermarket Slave Girl]

The ghost at my old house loved to hide my kids school lunch boxes, i'd have them sitting on the kitchen bench to pack them, turn around to get a piece of fruit or something and they'd be gone.
I would turn the house upside down looking for them, even get the kids to look for them because I thought it was them playing a trick, it wasn't them they'd either be in their room getting dressed for school or watching tv.

After searching for an hour I stood in the middle of the lounge room and said " Alright you've had your fun, I want those back now please" And sure enough I walked back into the kitchen and their they were where I left them. The kids were looking at me shocked and a little scared.