I lived in an apartment upstairs in the same building that the historic hotel is in. While my parents were visiting from out of town they booked a room there because it was so close to my apartment. The rooms were nice. Spacious and clean. But my mom never wanted to stay again. She thought it was 'creepy', and had a sort of dungoun feel . And she was absolutly right to feel it. In the 1920's the hotel had burned killing a woman who stayed in one of the rooms. She still haunts the building to this day. I felt her presence many times while living there. And my husband and some of the other tenants actualy expierienced encounters with her.
