Hello, I found your website after hours and hours of searching. It’s 4 in the morning and I can’t even close my eyes. I’m Cara Fitzpatrick. I’m Declan Fitzpatrick’s granddaughter, the owner of the Red Lion Inn in Stockbridge, Massachusetts. You may, or may not hear about the building. It is a 300-years-old historical building of a hotel. My grandfather wants me to own and take care of the hotel after his passing. He’s 88 years old. My father, the supposed owner of the hotel is a dick. He ran away with his bitch, with a lot of money he stole from my grandfather. My mother is long gone. She died in 2008 when I was little. I grew up with pops, he is like my own father and I really want to fulfill his dying wish. The thing is, the hotel is haunted. I wasn’t a believer until the last two years. When I first came into the hotel, I was 5. Pops always brought me to the hotel for 3 days, twice a year for a company meeting, and that is the time when I met a little girl in the hallway. She was my age, I think. She wore a pretty white linen dress while carrying a bouquet of red spider lilies and chrysanthemum. I forgot what her name was. Elizabeth, Abigail, or something. She invited me to her room every time I went to the hotel and I didn’t suspect anything for almost four years until my grumpy nanny lashed at me for disappearing for hours. I was apparently, entering a random room and playing alone in there. No one knows how can I enter a locked room without a key. People just assume that the room wasn’t locked in the first place and forget about the incident. One thing that recently came into my mind about that was, that girl always asks me to play hide and seek. Every time I get to be the seeker, I wasn’t able to find her. When I ask where she was hiding, she was just pointing to a wide space. No cupboard or anything which can be used as a hiding place. Pops never brought me to the hotel anymore after.
2 weeks ago, I was staying at the hotel for a week, doesn’t remember a thing from my childhood experience. The first night, I heard a few knocks and whispers from the walls as I walk through the hallway. I ignored it, but I can remember how it felt. Very chilly. Every night (I can’t really tell if this was real or just a dream) I saw a woman standing beside my bed doing nothing but giving an empty stare. She is quite dirty. There’s grey dust and ashes, from the top of her head to her toe. I can even smell the dust from her clothing. The next night, she’s there, again. Instead of doing nothing, she’s murmuring. I can’t read her lips. After a while, I heard a lot of whispering coming from all over the place, and that’s when I woke up. I was convinced that everything was just a dream, or my imagination until my last night at the hotel. I dreamt about that woman again, but this time, she is angry. She tried to strangle me to death. I woke up, coughing. When I look in the mirror, there’s a blackened mark on my neck.
I’m afraid to go back to the hotel, let alone own it if she’s still there. Please, help me. Or just take a look at the hotel, and see if there’s something worth investigating. This is the address and my phone number:
30 Main St, Stockbridge, MA 01262, United States.
+1 617-3892-941 (Cara Fitzpatrick)
Thank you.