Shaker’s Cigar Bar
A prohibition era teen prostitute met disaster here.
”You built over our graves, how rude!”
A prohibition era teen prostitute met disaster here.
”You built over our graves, how rude!”
Having to leave while alive, a spirit or two have moved back, keeping an eye on the living.
Past Confederate POWs or inmates now love this marvelous place; they find peace and enjoyment.
”I need to get your attention! I was murdered and I need to say what happened.”
“Such a lovely hotel! I want to reside here in my afterlife since I conveniently died here.”
“I may have been murdered, but my spirit will carry on with my duties! I’m watching you!”
A former owner is tickled pink at the resulting library, but is upset with lack of a favorite outside item. This friendly presence now stays with a weakness for modern items.
The serene and peaceful aura here seems to draws spirits of children, adults and soldiers.
Has a dedicated spectral employee who isn’t on the payroll. Cranky spirits not happy with the living act out their feelings.
One spirit is a wanna-be thespian, while one gets its chuckles at the expense of the living!
”I wasn’t cured! I’ll never go home!”
“Who is the next patient to see me today?”
“My doctor’s office must be here somewhere! Must keep looking!”
The Lemp family experienced family upset, turmoil and drama, despite their wealth and fortune…
A trio of spectral well-wishers, servants not on the payroll, some rowdy spirits, a cordial personality and a musical one keep the museum staff company.
The love of the stage is hard to give up.
I was murdered, and then couldn’t perform.
I was responsible.
A grumpy, possessive male entity and an enthusiastic female spirit enjoy the shows.