Ghost Hunting at the Stanley Hotel

The night was still young. We headed to the bar to pass the time, steeling our nerves with a few stiff drinks. We watched as the clock ticked slowly toward the midnight hour and then it was time. We reluctantly gathered our equipment and headed toward the main staircase to search the halls of the historic Stanley Hotel for ghosts.

I clicked the shutter to my camera unaware of anything out of place other than the hair standing up on the back of my neck. Wait. Did I see a light floating down the staircase? I brushed my hair aside and blinked. Nothing.

We continued up to the notorious third floor. As we walked the hall seemed to stretch and stretch. Where was the end? Should we turn back. I heard a maniacal chuckle behind me. I spun about just in time to see......

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