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The Hotel - Halloween Special

Pairing: Izzy Stradlin x Reader

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Summary: You and your boyfriend, Izzy decide to make a road trip, however, strange events end up leading you to a strange hotel on October, 31st. (kind of angst)

A/N: Halloween is one of my favorite holidays, so I decided to make an Imagine with the Halloween theme. It is inspired by the song Hotel California by Eagles.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of death, ghosts and paranormal events. It’s a horror fic, if you don’t like this theme, maybe this isn’t the right fic for you.

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It was the fall of 1990, you and your boyfriend, Izzy were enjoying the last few months you had together before he went on another world tour with his band, Gun n Roses.

The two of you were in the living room of your shared apartment in L.A. You shared a cozy blanket while sitting on the couch, watching some romantic movie on the TV. Izzy didn’t really like this type of movie, but made an effort because he knew how much you liked them.

You snuggled in his chest, pressing yourself even more on him, he chuckled a little and passed his fingers through your hair.

“We should do something.” He stated.

“Like what?”

“How about a road trip? We take the car and drive until Portland, then come back.”

“Portland? You mean, Oregon?”

“Yeah, Oregon. I was looking on the map and it has some beautiful locations there.”

“But how long will it take us?”

“It’s a 14-hour drive, we can make it in a week through the coast and then come back in another week, taking a different road.”

“Hmm, sounds nice! Let’s do it!”

“How about we leave by the end of October? So I can have enough time to finish some stuff at the studio.”

“Sure, babe!”

And so October went by, Izzy finished some final touches at the studio, you rescheduled some appointments of yours, you two organized your bags, bought a map, a flashlight and some other travel essentials and checked the car with a mechanic. Everything was going as planned.

You decided to leave on Monday, 22nd, because the roads would be less packed. So you both woke up, took shower, had a delicious breakfast and started your amazing trip.

You knew that the reason why Izzy wanted to leave town for a while, was because he was stressed. Axl was a perfectionist, while Izzy liked things to sound less rehearsed, for that reason the two of them have been bickering towards each other during all this album recording, and Izzy really needed some time away from all of this.

The trip started just fine, you drove through the coast and you got amazed by how beautiful California’s coast was. All its colors, shapes and beaches getting a special place in your memory.

The first stop was Santa Barbara, you two enjoyed it’s beaches, becoming friends with a group of sourfists that taught Izzy how to surf. By night you went to a nice restaurant in front of the beach, delighting yourselves with cocktails and seafood.

Then you went to San Francisco, where you decided to stay for two days, visiting all its touristic places, like the Golden Gate Bridge, Lombard Street, Pier 39 and the Coit Tower.

Moving on to Sonoma, you could savor some of the best wine you had had in your life and spend the night at a cozy cottage, reading a book and cuddling together in front of the fireplace.

The last stop in California was the Redwood National Park. You got completely stunned by that place, admiring the magnitude of the world, as you looked so small beside those trees.

Soon the greenish color of the sea turned bluer, the sunset became less orange and the mornings turned more grey, the sand turned to earth and the breeze became colder and you arrived in Oregon.

You glimpsed the strength of the sea at the Samuel H. Boardman Scenic Corridor and Cape Sebastian State Scenic Corridor and admired the sunset at the Face Rock State Scenic Area.

And finally, you got stunned with the Devil’s Punchbowl and spent a day relaxing at Neskowin Beach ending the week taking the most beautiful pictures at Cannon Beach, where you bought souvenirs for all your friends.

Then you finally arrived in Portland, spending the weekend there, seeing all the touristic places and visiting museums. On Sunday night, Izzy took you to this fancy restaurant, you wore a beautiful blue dress he had asked you to bring along, while he put on a black shirt with a blazer.

You had just eaten delicious lamb meat with a glass of wonderful wine and were waiting for the dessert when he started talking.

“I’ve been thinking these past days, about the tour and stuff.”

You looked up at him and his eyes caught yours.

“I don’t know how long I’ll be gone, but I’m sure it will be a long time and I didn’t really want to leave without doing something first.”

He touched your hand that was resting on top of the table.

“You’ve been with me for years now. You met me when having a big band and becoming famous were just dreams, you saw me in my best and in my worst and you never let go of me, even when I was being an asshole with you.”

He made a pause.

“I wake up happy every day, just because I know that I’ll see you when I open my eyes, and I can’t imagine my life without you. So I was wondering if…” He stopped and started to search for something in his blazer pockets, he took a small black box out of it and you gasped, covering your mouth as a huge smile appeared on your face. “If you would like to marry me, Y/N?”

Recovering a little from your surprise, you replied with teary eyes. “Yes, Izzy, I would love to!”

He placed a small silver ring with a single diamond on top of it, on your ring finger and kissed the back of your hand, then he leaned a little on the table and pecked your lips.

“I love you!”

“I love you too, Izzy”

When Monday came by, you two fueled the car and started driving back home. stopping at some locations you haven’t been before.

You had the chance to drive a buggy at the Oregon Dunes, take lots of pictures at the Heceta Head Lighthouse and make a forest trail at the Cape Perpetua Scenic Area before camping at Beverly Beach. Which, by the way, was a disaster, you forgot the repellent spray and the mosquitos had a nice dinner over with you and Izzy.

Soon, day 31st arrived. You woke up in your tent with a single sunbeam illuminating the place, you felt Izzy’s arms holding you close to him and you took a moment to admire your engagement ring.

You stretched up a little bit, which woke him up. He yawned and squeezed you harder, before speaking with a husky morning voice.

“Good morning, beautiful!”

“Good morning, Iz!”

You turned around and kissed him quickly on the lips.

“Happy Halloween.”

“Today’s Halloween?” He frowned.

You just hummed in response.

“All right, let’s get up then.” He pecked your lips one more time and let go of you, as he sat up.

You got ready, packed your stuff and exited the tent, starting to walk towards the parking lot.

You looked up to the sky and saw the grey color became prevalent.

“I think it’s gonna rain.” You said.

“Maybe if we have breakfast fast enough, we can get to California before it starts.”

You sat on the passenger seat, scrolling through the radio stations until you found one that pleased your ears.

After a few minutes driving, you stopped at a cafe, taking a table in front of the window and ordering pancakes with coffee.

“Where’s the next stop?” Izzy asked.

You took the map out of your purse and looked cautiously.

“Mount Shasta.”

“Hmm. I think we’ll get there for lunch.” He paused to take a sip of his coffee. “A friend of mine told me about a hotel there, I don’t remember the name, but it has Wale on it.”

“Nice. We should spend the night there!”

“We really should.”

You finished eating and started driving again. Izzy took the wheel while you gave him the directions. It was a little past ten when the rain started pouring, making Izzy drive slower, not trusting his car to stop fast enough if you needed it.

About 2 in the afternoon you got to Mount Shasta. It was still raining and the trail had been closed due to the bad weather.

Not having many more things to do, you both had lunch at a local restaurant and took pictures of yourselves at the mounting foot and other places you found interesting. You smiled as Izzy made a funny face for you to take a picture.

An old man started walking near you, and you asked him if he could take a picture of the two of you, which he happily complied.

You went to Izzy’s side and rested your hand on his chest, while his hand circled your waist. You saw the flash and then Izzy kissed your forehead, the second flash hit your eyes and Izzy thanked the man, getting the camera back.

The day started to grow dark and you decided to head to the hotel, since it was about an hour away from the city.

The rain became stronger and the mist started to cover the road. You passed by the numerous trees that surrounded the road while listening to Lynyrd Skynyrd.

In the distance, you saw a red light appear beside a big house. “There!” you shouted.

You were right, it was the hotel. You were both sure as you saw “Californian Wale” written on top of the house. There was just one problem, the red neon light in front of it said “No vacancy”, which meant you would have to keep on driving, during that weather, until you found somewhere else to stay.

As the sunset and the night arrived, the weather got worse, thunder and lightning turning the night into a spectacle and you barely could see anything until it was really close to you.

You were becoming hopeless, you thought you wouldn't be able to find anywhere to stay for the night.

By 7 in the night, Izzy didn't see a hole on the road, a loud sound broke in the darkness and you knew you had punctured the tire.

For a second Izzy lost control over the car and you ended up out of the road.

"Fuck! Are you alright?"

"Yes." You let go of a breath you didn't realize you had caught.

"Where's the flashlight?"

You searched through the glove compartment until your hands touched the cold material. You handed him the object as he thanked you and exited the car.

After a few minutes, he came back. "Fuck!" He was dripping wet. "We don't have a spare wheel."

"What do you mean we don't have a spare wheel?"

"I mean we don't have a spare wheel, Y/N!" He replied to you as if he was talking to a toddler.

"I thought you had checked the car out with the mechanic!"

"I did it! But we just checked the engine and shit, I didn't even think about the step!"

"Fuck! What do we do now?"

"I don't know." He leaned his head on the wheel while cursing.

Suddenly a car headlight lightened the road.

"Look!"

Izzy lifted his head and you smashed the car's horn, making the driver stop his truck beside your car, turning on the alert lights.

It was a squeak. You breathed out in relief.

"What happened?" He shouted through his window.

"We punctured the tire and don't have a spare wheel!"

"Alright, hold it!" He lined up his truck with your car and exited it.

"Wait inside." Was all Izzy said before exiting the car to help the driver hitch the car on the truck.

After a few minutes he came back and the car started to be pulled back on the road.

"He called us crazy for not having seen the weather forecast on the news. We're underneath a huge storm cloud." He chuckled.

"He said there's a small city not too far from here, he'll let us there."

"Good" You sighed.

After some minutes you saw the city's entrance, he wasn't joking when he said it was small. It had just one main street and all the houses looked old.

He left you and Izzy in front of a mechanic garage and refused to get the money Izzy offered him for having driven you there.

You entered the office of the garage, hand in hand, and a man in his 40s appeared behind the counter. He had a toothpick between his lips and looked like he hadn't taken shower in ages.

"Hm, good night. We have a punctured tire." Izzy spoke up.

"I see, let's take a look."

He moved outside and looked at your tire.

"Well, it's not that bad. I have a tire of this type here, I can fix it in 30 minutes or so."

"Good!"

"Do you have a car jack?"

"Yes, it's in the back."

"Go get it while I get the tire then."

Izzy moved towards the car and the man looked you up and down, making you feel a huge discomfort.

You walked quickly to Izzy's side while the man walked back inside the office.

"I don't like this man." You whispered.

"Me neither, but we need to fix the car, baby." He put a lock of your hair behind your ear and closed the trunk.

The man came back and you leaned against a wall while you watched them working on the car.

"All done! It's 250 bucks." The man said, while he scratched his nose.

"250? Wow, that's way more than I had thought."

"I'm working at night, kid, my time it's not for free."

Izzy stared at him.

"I can take the tire off if you want." He said, leaning down.

"No, it's fine."

You both walked inside the office, while Izzy paid the man.

"Do you take a check?"

"I don't, usually."

"I don't walk around with 250 bucks in my wallet, man."

"Alright, I'll take your check then, but I want the date for tomorrow."

"Alright, man."

"Where are you guys going?"

"We're going to Los Angeles."

"It's a long road until Los Angeles, especially with this weather. If I were you, I would spend the night at a hotel… We have a good one, a little bit after the city. They serve a good soup at nights like this."

Izzy signed up for the check. "Thank you"

He grabbed your hand and you walked back to the car.

"What do you think? Should we check out this hotel?"

"I think it's a good idea. I'm soaked, we're hungry and it's raining cats and dogs outside." He turned on the car. "Plus, we don't know if we'll find somewhere else nearby."

You agreed.

He drove until you saw a huge Victorian house with a sign saying "Hotel Hoffmann".

"I guess we're here."

He parked the car and you both exited, running in the rain until you got to the main door of the house.

You knocked repeatedly until an old woman opened the door for you. She had white hair and dark eyes and was dressed as if she still lived in the 50s.

"Come on in, kids." She gave you a creepy smile.

You gulped, grabbing Izzy's hand before entering the place.

"What a night huh?" She laughed a little. "Bill called saying you two would probably stop by."

"I'm sorry, but, who's Bill?" You asked.

"The man who fixed your car, darling."

"Oh"

"We still have some open rooms for you. Do you prefer it on the first or second floor?"

"Second, please" Izzy cleared his throat, the rain starting to make him feel sick.

"All right, I'll put you in room number 13." She looked through the multiple keys behind her, before putting the one with a locksmith with a big 13 written.

"We'll be serving soup until nine at the main saloon." She put a leather-covered notebook on the desk. "In which name should I make the reservation?"

"Jeffrey Isbell." Izzy spoke before you could answer.

She wrote his name down with a beautiful calligraphy before handing him the pen to sign.

She handed you the keys to your room and said she would take you both there. Izzy interjected saying he would go grab your baggage in the car.

"Do you want help?"

"No, honey, it's okay." He left the room and an uncomfortable silence filled in.

"It's been a long time since we last had a young couple like you."

You forced a smile, not really knowing what to say.

Izzy came back with the bags and she led you to your room. Once inside, Izzy locked the door.

You stopped for a moment to look at the room. It was big, the walls were painted in peach color and the furniture looked old.

"Finally some peace." He hugged you from behind, kissing the top of your head.

You turned around, hugging him back. "You need to take a shower, or you're gonna catch a cold."

"Hmm, and will you join me?" He asked suggestively.

"No, I'll go later, babe"

"Are you sure?"

You nodded your head and he walked towards the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

You took a long breath. Something was wrong. You couldn't quite put into words what, but your heart was clenched ever since you got in that town.

You took a seat at the bench underneath the window, looking at the dimly light garden. No cars were passing by, the only thing you distinguished outside was a dog running down the street.

"The rain is starting to stop."

Izzy's voice made you jump a little, you hadn't realized he had left the bathroom, nor that you had been there for so long.

You looked at him. "Why don't you take a shower and we go down to eat something?" He caressed your face and you instantly felt calmer.

He always had this power over you, no matter what was happening, you always felt safe and calm when Izzy was with you.

"There's something wrong, Iz."

"What do you mean?" He sat in front of you.

"I don't know. I don't like this place, there's something wrong with the energy around here."

"I don't like this place too, but it's only for one night, tomorrow morning we get in the car and drive to the next destination ok?"

"Okay"

You stood up and walked towards the bathroom, closing the door and turning on the shower. Taking off your clothes you looked at yourself in the mirror before getting underneath the hot water, letting it warm your body.

Exiting the bathroom you put on a pair of jeans and a red sweatshirt and walked with Izzy to the main room. There was just a couple with a young daughter there. They stared at you until you sat down.

Another old woman brought you two plates with soup and you started eating. The taste was horrible, but you were so hungry that you ate everything.

Back to your room, you guys were feeling so tired that decided to call it a night, Izzy removed his clothes and you put on his sweater, before climbing on bed with him. You adjusted the blankets and closed your eyes, allowing yourself to fall asleep.

A loud scream woke you up. You sat down on the bed and turned the night table light on, looking at the clock you saw it was 3 in the morning.

"Did you hear that?"

"Yeah." Izzy said getting up and putting his pants on.

The corridor light allowed you to see a shadow passing by the door.

"Turn the light off." Izzy murmured.

You did as he said and you saw the person take another direction.

After a few seconds you turn it on again, and a scream left your lips as you could swear you saw someone behind Izzy.

"Shh, it's okay." He climbed on the bed and cupped your face. "I'm here, nothing is gonna happen to you, ok?"

"Okay." You breathed slowly, trying to calm yourself.

Suddenly the bedroom windows opened and the cool breeze of the night invaded the room.

"Izzy…" you tugged on his arm.

"Let's get out of here." He grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the room.

The corridor was empty and you started to walk quickly towards the entry door. You turned left and were faced with a long corridor full of doors.

That's when you hear what looked like a child asking for help. Izzy started walking towards the sound and you pulled him back by the hand murmuring for him not to do so.

"It's a child Y/N!"

He let go of your hand and moved towards the only room with an open door. You walked closely behind him. You saw a boy sitting on the floor crying as he asked for help again.

Izzy entered the room, but before you could do the same the door closed behind him.

"IZZY!"

"Y/N!" He yelled back, trying to open the door.

"IZZY!!" You started to shove your fists against the door.

You heard a loud sound inside the room and Izzy saying: "Oh my God!" And you became hysterical.

You tried to open the door with all your force, shoving your fists and shoulders on the wood trying to take Izzy out of there.

"Y/N Leave!"

"I'm not leaving without you!!" You started to cry.

"Get on the fucking car and leave!!"

Before you could reply the corridor lights started to flick and you saw someone approaching you. Turning your head to the left you saw a young man getting closer to you, illuminated by the moonlight.

You were about to ask him for help when the lights flicked on again. He was tall and was dressed in 60s clothes, everything looked normal except for his white morbid eyes and his broken neck, his head slightly leaned to the side.

You screamed loudly this time as you started to walk back.

"Y/N!!" Izzy hit the door trying to open it.

You turned around and started running down the stairs, while still hearing Izzy calling for you.

Running towards the main door you were stopped as a woman with a cut neck appeared in front of you.

"Where are you going, sweetie?"

You screamed again and turned left, getting in a corridor you haven't been before.

She started to walk behind you and you saw an open room, getting inside and closing the door behind you. It was a library, with big windows. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."

You heard a loud sound coming from the second floor and one of the windows breaking.

You saw someone falling from it, and when you got closer to the glass you saw a white man with black hair and red leather pants.

"Izzy!!" You yelled punching the glass, seeing his lifeless body laying on the grass.

Tears started to fall from your eyes as you heard the door of the Library opening.

"You are going to be with him soon, darling, don't worry."

It was the old lady.

You ran and passed through the second door of the room, ending up in another corridor.

You ran until you found two big doors separating the corridor. You opened them and were greeted with an indoor pool area. The ceiling was made of glass, just like most of the walls. You looked from one way to another but there were no other doors. You were stuck.

"It's useless to run." She reappeared behind you.

You turned around, facing her. "Please, just let me go!"

She said nothing, but took one step closer, making you take one step back.

"Please, I didn't do anything! Just let me go!"

The couple from the dinner appeared beside her, alongside the boy with the broken neck and the bleeding woman, along with some other people you haven't seen before.

They all looked hurt in some sort of way and their eyes were white as if a cloud was hiding their true ones.

You kept walking backward as they kept walking towards you.

"Please, let me go!! Please!" Your crying was evident in your voice and you were starting to freak out.

"Please, don't hurt me!" You took one last step back and was involved in water. You fell in the pool.

You were so scared that you forgot the pool was there, and most importantly, you forgot you didn't know how to swim.

You tried as hard as you could. Moving your legs and arms to try to get to the surface again, but it was useless. The more you moved, the deeper you got.

You opened your mouth to try to breathe but was greeted with water filling your lungs, making you choke.

You moved your hand to your neck as if the gesture would bring you some oxygen. You looked up and saw all those people circling the pool and then darkness overtook you.

You woke up gasping for air, touching your body to check you were ok. Sweat covered your forehead and most parts of your body and hot tears left your eyes.

You suddenly saw the lights turn on, realizing you were still in the hotel room. "Shh, it's okay."

You pulled away when he touched you.

"It's okay. It's me!" You didn't look at him, so he touched your chin and lightly made you look in his direction. "It's me Y/N!"

You let go of a long breath and hugged him tightly.

"It's ok, it was just a nightmare. You're ok!"

"You were dead and I was dead and the pool…." You dragged on, sharing the first memories you had from your dream.

"Shh" He kissed the top of your head. "We're fine Y/N."

"She was following me…"

"As long as I'm here, no one will hurt you, okay?" He parted from you to look in your eyes.

You nodded slowly.

Looking at the clock on your bedside table you saw it was 2:35 am.

"Let's get out of here, Izzy. Please!"

"But it's in the middle of the night, babe"

"Please, Izzy, please, let's get out of here!"

He saw how frightened you were. "Okay." He paused for a second. "Let's get dressed then."

You both got up and got dressed, throwing all your stuff back in your bags. You paused before exiting the room.

"Promise me that you will ignore anything you might hear!"

"What?"

"Promise me, Izzy!"

"Ok! I promise!"

You grabbed his hand and dragged him down the corridor and down the stairs as fast as you could.

Arriving at the reception you rang the bell on the table tirelessly until the old woman appeared. She was wearing a robe, but didn't look tired at all.

"What's the problem kids? Didn't like your room?"

"We want to check out!" You replied quickly.

"Now? But it's still early!" She paused for a moment, trying to think about what to say. "Wouldn't you prefer to leave by morning?"

"No! We have to go now!"

"We serve a good breakfast here."

"I said we have to go now!" You were growing frustrated.

"Okay, but I'll have to demand the same price as if you had stayed until morning."

"Ok! How much?"

"45 dollars."

You opened your purse, looking for your wallet, getting 50 bucks, and putting them on her desk.

She opened a drawer to get your change, but you rushed in saying she could keep it, before grabbing Izzy by the hand and leading him to the door. Trying to open it, you realized it was still locked.

"The door is locked, mam" Izzy spoke up.

"Oh, wait a minute, I'll get the keys. They might be somewhere here.” She entered a small room behind the reception and you started to stomp the ground anxiously.

"She's taking too long!"

"Calm down, Y/N!" He touched your shoulder, making you feel calmer, but you were still cautious.

"We're in a rush!" You shouted.

"Oh I'm sorry, I was not finding them." She walked calmly towards the door, using all her time to open it.

Once she finally opened, you stormed out of it, dragging Izzy with you.

"Where are the car keys?"

"Jesus! Relax, Y/N! They're here!" He took the keys out of his pant's pocket and opened the trunk of the car first.

You literally threw your bag inside and rushed to the driver's door. "I'm driving!" You extended your hand for him to put the keys on.

"No way! You're too shaken to do so. You're gonna end up killing us."

"Fine, but be fast!" You gave in, rushing to the passenger door, seating fastly once Izzy unlocked the car.

Turning on the engine, he drove the car back to the street, driving out of the city.

"What time is it?"

He looked at his clock. "3 am"

You looked back just in time to see all the hotel lights turning on and strange people appearing at the windows.

A shiver ran down your spine as you sat still on your seat again, thanking that you were out of that place.

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Lore Episode 23: Rope and Railing (Transcript) - 14th December 2015

tw: death, infant death, details of decomposition, gore Disclaimer: This transcript is entirely non-profit and fan-made. All credit for this content goes to Aaron Mahnke, creator of Lore podcast. It is by a fan, for fans, and meant to make the content of the podcast more accessible to all. Also, there may be mistakes, despite rigorous re-reading on my part. Feel free to point them out, but please be nice!

There is the world we all know, with its streets and houses and the bustle of everyday life, and then there is the other world, filled with places that are set away from the centre of our lives, places that most of us rarely interact with. Graveyards are a good example of this, and maybe even hospitals. We go there for specific reasons, but only rarely if we’re lucky, but standing at the farthest edge of society, in a place it has held for thousands of years, is a structure we rarely give a second thought to. Not because it’s unimportant or because it’s irrelevant, but because it’s literally on the edge of our world: the lighthouse. There are few buildings that harbour such powerful meaning and purpose in our world. Without fail though, they have stood watch for millennia, right on the border between safety and danger, between darkness and light, between hope and despair, and yet by their very nature, they are isolated and nearly forgotten. Since the earliest known accounts right up to modern times, the purpose of these buildings has changed very little: to cast a light into the darkness so that sailors might better understand where they are and what’s ahead. They rarely waver, they frequently save lives, and they’re universally understood, which is why we have such a hard time believing that even there, in the narrow walls and never-ending stairs, stories have taken root that chill the mind. There doesn’t seem to be a lighthouse in the world without some whisper of unusual activity, some tale of tragedy or rumour of lost love. Oftentimes, those stories speak of dangers from the world outside; others, though, hint at something worse – a darkness that’s right inside the walls, because every now and then, horror is born where the light is the brightest. I’m Aaron Mahnke, and this is Lore.

For thousands of years, sailors around the world have used coastal lights to avoid risky waters and locate safe harbour. In an age before GPS, electrical lights or anything more complex than celestial navigation, the lighthouse was often the only thing standing between a ship’s crew and certain death. One of the oldest lighthouses in the world is the Tower of Hercules in Spain. It dates back nearly 2000 years and is the oldest known functional Roman lighthouse. It illustrates the simplicity of a design that has changed very little over the centuries – a bright light held as high as possible, with room in the building for a caretaker or staff. And it’s that last bit, the staff, that sits at the centre of nearly every whispered tale of lighthouse folklore. After all, without people there would be no tragedy. That’s our legacy as humans – we bring pain and fear with us wherever we go, even to the edge of the world, and the staff who lived inside each lighthouse eventually comes to call the place their home. It’s the centre of their life. Occasionally, though, it also becomes their final resting place. There are hundreds, perhaps thousands of stories of unusual activity inside the walls of lighthouses all around the world. One such place, the Heceta Head Lighthouse in Oregon, has a reputation that goes back decades. There is a long-forgotten grave on the property that belonged to an infant. According to local legend, the baby was the daughter of the lighthouse keeper and his wife, and when she died, the mother fell into a deep depression from which she never fully recovered. Since the 1950s, nearly every keeper on duty has reported unusual activity inside the lighthouse. Screams have been heard in the middle of the night, cupboards that were purposefully left open were often found closed, and objects have been seen to move in front of people. In the 70s, a groundskeeper was washing the windows of the house, inside and out, and while he was in the attic he turned to see a silver-haired woman floating inches above the floor. The man, clearly frightened, bolted from the attic and refused to return, and so he was given permission to clean the outside of the attic window by way of a ladder. In his effort to rush the job, though, the man broke the glass, but rather than go back into the attic to clean it up, he left it. Later that night, the lighthouse keeper was pulled from sleep by the sound of glass moving across the floor above him. When he checked the next morning, he found that the glass had been swept into a neat pile.

Another lighthouse, this one near Fairfield, Connecticut, holds an equally chilling history. Three days before Christmas in 1916, keeper Fred Jordan set off for the mainland in his rowboat, leaving his assistant, Rudy, in charge of the light. Rudy watched Fred row off into the distance, which turned out to be a good thing, because Fred’s boat capsized about a mile from the island. Hoping to rescue his friend and boss, Rudy climbed into a second boat and rowed after to help. Unfortunately, though, strong winds had pushed Fred far from the location of the accident, and Rudy was never able to find him. Two weeks later, Rudy claimed to have seen Fred’s ghost inside the lighthouse. According to his entry in the logbook, a light descended the stairs right in front of him, and then began to act strangely; it moved toward the keeper’s quarters, disappearing into the room. When Rudy caught up, the light was gone, but the logbook had been opened. Rudy checked the date on the page, and it was the date of Fred’s death. In 1942, two boys were fishing near the lighthouse when their boat capsized in an eerie echo of Fred Jordan’s accident. Thankfully, though, a strange man happened to be there, and he pulled both of them to shore on the island, telling them to walk to the lighthouse for help. Once there, the current keeper of the light welcomed them in, gave them both warm drinks and allowed them to dry off. They told the keeper of the man who had helped them, but he knew of no one else on the island who could have done such a thing, and that’s when the boys saw an old picture on the wall and recognised their rescuer in the photo. That, they were told by the keeper, was Fred Jordan. There are countless stories like these, scattered all around the world like the debris of a ship that broke upon the rocks. The ghosts of the past have a way of finding us, it seems. Sometimes, though, it is us who creates the most frightful experiences, not some otherworldly force. More often than not, it is people, not ghosts, who haunt lighthouses.

The Smalls are a collection of raw, lifeless, basalt rocks that stretch out into the Atlantic, roughly 20 miles from the coast of Wales. The first light built there was small and rough, not much more than a house lifted high above the water on half a dozen or so oak and iron pylons, which allowed the waves and wind to pass through. It had been financed in 1776 by a man from Liverpool named John Phillips and constructed by Henry Whiteside. To show just how much faith he placed in the structure, Whiteside himself lit the flame and tended the light for the first winter, but this wasn’t a room at the Hilton, believe me. It was a simple, one-room shack, affixed to the top of a platform with a light room above it. A rope ladder and trapdoor allowed access from below, and a narrow gallery and railing circled the perimeter of the building, which allowed the keepers to step outside and do repairs. It was required that the trapdoor remained closed at all times unless someone entering or exiting the house, because the door itself constituted the majority of the walking space of the room. It was, for all intents and purposes, a treehouse, strapped to a small rock in the cold Atlantic, but it served its purpose, and Whiteside survived the winter without incident. He even devised a system for passing messages to the mainland using the cliché “paper note in a glass bottle” method. After his short time in the lighthouse, Whiteside passed the torch – literally – to a pair of men who would be the professional keepers of the light, and that’s how the Smalls lighthouse operated for over two decades, with a pair of men living in isolation, 20 miles from the mainland. Weeks would go by without contact from others. During the winter, that silence could even be months-long. Now, I’m an introvert, so I have to admit that the idea of weeks and weeks of silence, with piles of books and lots of writing to keep me busy, sounds like heaven, but during the winter of 1801 things were far from Utopian.

Thomas Howell and Thomas Griffith were the lighthouse keepers at the time. According to what we know of the two men, Griffith was a young, tall, powerfully-built labourer. Howell, on the other hand, was a small, middle-aged craftsmen who had worked for years as a cooper, making barrels. Both men were from Pembrokeshire, were married, and had families that lived on the mainland, but the thing people remember the most about them is that they didn’t get along. In fact, they hated each other, and everyone knew it. It was said that during their infrequent visits to the mainland, the men could be seen in local pubs arguing constantly. The fights covered a wide range of topics, and witnesses claimed that there was nothing the men could agree on. Sometimes their shouting would get so out of control that the pub would actually empty just to get away from them, but not once were they ever seen to come to physical blows. People expected it, though. During the winter of 1801, the weather contributed to their intense isolation. Relief keepers couldn’t dock at the island. Supply ships tried to reach the rock but failed, and because of that fresh water and food began to run low. They tried to use Whiteside’s method of sending a message in a bottle, but no one ever answered, most likely the work of those same storm-tossed waves that kept away the supply ships. One thing they didn’t run out of, though, was fuel for the light, and so Howell and Griffith stayed busy. After all, those same storms that kept supplies and human contact from reaching them was also threatening the ships that passed through the Smalls. Their duty took precedent. It was most likely in the service of that duty that Thomas Griffith took ill. Some reports say that it was a sickness that laid the big man low; others make mention of an accident, and of how Griffith slipped and hit his head one day while working in the house. Regardless of the cause, every record of the event agrees on the conclusion: after weeks of failing health, Griffith, so young and fit and full of life until then, tragically passed away. And just like that, Howell found himself completely alone, stranded on a rock in the Atlantic with only a corpse to keep himself company.

Howell had a problem on his hands - well, two problems, actually. The biggest of those was that he and Griffith were known to quarrel constantly, so he didn’t have the freedom to simply toss the man’s body into the sea and trust that others would consider him blameless. No, he needed to make sure everyone knew that Griffith’s death was not his fault, and so he kept the body – which led to his second problem. With no burial, the body would be left exposed to the elements, leading to decomposition. It probably didn’t take long for Howell to look around the small room he shared with the corpse to understand how bad an experience that would be, and so he began to plan. Taking apart some of the storage cabinets in the room, Howell constructed a makeshift coffin. He knew his way around a hammer and saw and managed to build something that worked, but Griffith was big and Howell was alone, and, well… he was in a hurry. When he finished, he took the large box, along with Griffith’s corpse, outside onto the gallery that surrounded the house like a porch. It was cold outside, and that would help delay the decomposition, but it was also harsh there. Waves crashed against the lighthouse constantly, and so as a precaution Howell tied the box to the rails. The winter storms had other ideas, though, and one night soon after moving the coffin outside, a great wave washed up and smashed the box to pieces. All the wood and nails and rope that Howell had cobbled together to contain the body of his dead partner disintegrated and fell onto the rocks below - all of it, except Griffith’s body. According to the reports from those who rescued Howell months later, Griffith’s corpse had managed to get tangled in the rope and railing at the edge of the gallery. Even though waves continued to wash over it, and the occasional seagull approached for an inspection, nothing knocked the body free, which meant rather than spend the coming weeks in peaceful retreat, Howell had a front row view of his partner’s decomposition. I have to imagine that there were many moments when he regretted his decision, when he had to fight the overwhelming urge to rush outside, cut the ropes and kick Griffith’s body down to the waves below. It certainly would have ended the nightmare that he found himself living in, but it also would have stirred up the suspicion and judgement that he was hoping to avoid. And so, week after week, month after month, Howell lived in the small room of the lighthouse, tending the flame and maintaining the building, all while the rotting corpse of Griffith stood watch outside. He later spoke of how one of the body’s arms hung loose and would swing and wave toward him. It sounds like the kind of tale Edgar Allan Poe would scratch onto the page at night, echoes of the tell-tale heart thumping monotonously in the background, but for Howell this was reality, and it drove him mad. When a rescue boat finally landed on the small rock almost four months after the death of Griffith, they discovered the rotted corpse on the gallery and an emaciated, shell-shocked Howell inside. He was alive, but the prolonged exposure to the sight of the corpse had wounded him deep in his mind and his soul. It was said that even when he was finally on the mainland and brought into the care of his family and friends, many of them failed to recognise him. Howell was alive, but there was very little of him left inside. Like an abandoned lighthouse, his flame had gone out.

Everyone loves a good ghost story. There is mystery, and horror, and moments that put you on the edge of your seat. They’re great around the campfire or the kitchen table, and they have a way of uniting people. Fear, after all, is a universal language. But not every scary story has a ghost at the centre of it, and while many of the frightening tales from the lighthouses of the world contain some element of the supernatural, perhaps it’s the stories without them that frighten us the most. Isolation, loss, guilt and hopelessness are emotions that can happen to any of us, no matter where we live or what we’ve been through. Maybe that’s what makes the story of Thomas Howell so chilling - it could literally have happened to us if we had been in his shoes, and everything he experienced would have been just as frightening and traumatic to you or I as it was to him. Alone and isolated in tight quarters with dwindling supplies, the rotting corpse of the man he hated, swinging in the wind and rain outside the window of his bedroom, and no sign of a rescue ship on the horizon, day by day, week by week, month by month. It’s a horror that would drive any of us mad. Ironically, though, help had tried to reach him. Ships sailed, people watched, but every time they came close, they turned back, satisfied that everything was alright. It wasn’t the light that convinced them, though. It was something else, something that multiple ships and witnesses confirmed together afterward. Every time they got close they could see, high up on the gallery surrounding the light, the shape of a man. But he wasn’t calling for help or beckoning them to come dock on the island. No, according to those who saw him, this man did nothing but lean against the rail and wave, over and over again.

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A Trip to Haunted Houses in Kansas

Despite people's opinions about the subject, the Sallie House has come to be among the most important attractions of Atchison, Kansas and has become the topic of many TV documentaries. It was obvious that no one lived in the home, hence the boys chose to escape the vehicle and take a close look. If you've been to haunted houses, you are aware that it's all about being scary. A haunted house is only one of the things which makes it possible for us to hold on to that belief. It forms a very important aspect of Halloween. There are lots of haunted houses all over the planet, and such structures truly do spark the human imagination. When you visit a haunted house you we see all kinds of costumes and mask. The house is also famous for the phantom fires that suddenly show up in the fireplace. Not all extreme haunted houses are supposed to traumatize. Haunted Houses, Haunted Trails, Hayrides, and Pumpkin Patches. Hauntrave.com is the largest and most up to date haunted attraction directory anywhere.

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Paranormal is an umbrella term used to spell out happenings or events which do not occur within the domain of the five senses. Ghosts are inveterate tricksters and it is significantly simpler to trick human beings in scenarios where their senses are easily manipulated. Folks try hard to feel that ghosts really don't exist. Some ghosts have discovered extraordinary methods of tricking people. Besides, they have found that many people are afraid of the dark and that fear makes their work much easier. Ghosts and hauntings have come to be a focus of entertainment, mainly because we wish to learn more about what ghosts are and the reason why they're here. Real Haunts are an extra approach to celebrate the Halloween Season, where paranormal enthusiasts have the chance to learn about the regional places on Long Island that are thought to be truly haunted, read more review of haunted houses here.

Even if you reside in nyc or among the boroughs, there are a whole lot of Haunted House Attractions which are merely a drive or train ride away! Many people think that their souls still haunt the region. The whole area is named Pendle Witch Country that the hill dominates.

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Our attractions can be found indoors. On the previous weekend of October, it is possible to find all kinds of activities and events throughout the island. Due to its beautiful setting, Heceta Head Light is thought to be absolutely the most photographed lighthouse in the usa. There are also quite a wonderful pool table and a slot machine inside the room. If you're a resourceful type, you are likely able to make your very own scary house setup. There are lots of costume accessory kits available at a portion of the price.

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Gossip, Deception and Haunted Houses

Despite people's opinions about the subject, the Sallie House has come to be among the most important attractions of Atchison, Kansas and has become the topic of many TV documentaries. It was obvious that no one lived in the home, hence the boys chose to escape the vehicle and take a close look. If you've been to haunted houses, you are aware that it's all about being scary. A haunted house is only one of the things which makes it possible for us to hold on to that belief. It forms a very important aspect of Halloween. There are lots of haunted houses all over the planet, and such structures truly do spark the human imagination. When you visit a haunted house you we see all kinds of costumes and mask. The house is also famous for the phantom fires that suddenly show up in the fireplace. Get the most of extreme and haunted experience with haunt rave reviews of the most top rated haunted houses in US.

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Tips On How To Buy A Home In Oregon Coast Shopping

Sticking to at least one place for a number of days is a fun method for locating the nuances of 1 small town. Alternatively, another really helpful travel method is choosing multiple locations to go to and luxuriate in a little taste of every thing each community has to offer. The highway-journey-worthy Oregon Coast Highway 1 makes for a great route to follow along the coast. Health Haven Vitamins is a vitamin retailer on the attractive Oregon coast. We carry a large selection of vitamins, minerals, herbs, homeopathics, tinctures, essential oils, pores and skin-care products, pet supplements, and much, much more. Health Haven Vitamins offers nutritional consultation by appointment. Featuring turning instruction and supplies from our store in Newport go here.

Beachgoers can head to nearby Fort Stevens State Park (which topped our ranking of Oregon's finest state parks) but there's more than sufficient to do on the town. Cannon Beach may be one of the best-recognized seaside town in Oregon, due to its proximity to Portland and the photogenic Haystack Rock. The town can get overcrowded shortly, turning some visitors away. But crowds and food costs are the one strikes in opposition to a town that in any other case has a lot to offer. Route a hundred and one, we have dared to rank the very best cities on the Oregon coast.

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With those elements in mind, we have winnowed all the cities along the coast to 10, with representatives from the north, central and southern stretches. Some beloved seashore cities were left off the listing , but not every seaside city may be good. The excellent seaside city should balance a variety of various sights, accommodations and access to natural magnificence, with each retro charm and trendy facilities. While COVID-19 has compelled us to distance ourselves from the locations we love, present certificates will give individuals something to sit up for — and help coastal points of interest stay afloat. For swell seekers, book a future personal surf session with NW Women’s Surf Camps.

Or merely admire the world’s stunning beauty with a visit to the Heceta Head Lighthouse, a fifty six-foot lighthouse inbuilt 1894. Stroll via the colourful Historic Old Town of Florence, nestled alongside the river, the place you possibly can pop out and in of art galleries, vintage retailers, eating places and charming boutiques. A reward card for a weekend getaway will give family members — and coastal motels — a light-weight on the horizon. Lighthouse buffs will love the historical Heceta Lighthouse Bed & Breakfast, and there’s nothing more romantic than watching the ships go by from a room at Astoria’s Cannery Pier Hotel.

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Situated on the mouth of the Siuslaw River on the coast, Florence is a lively town with a few of the area’s hottest outdoor destinations. Visitors journey far and broad to discover the Sea Lion Caves, a privately owned wildlife protect frequented by sea lions. You can also rent a dune buggy to adventure by way of the Oregon Dunes National Recreation Area, which features forty miles of wind-sculpted sand dunes alongside the coast.

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Florence makes a great base with locations like Oregon Dunes National Recreation Area to the south and Heceta Head Lighthouse to the north. The metropolis itself is fun to explore on foot, and some of the finest in-town views embody the southern Siuslaw River Bridge in the background. Places like Ocean Breeze Motel in Florence offer a coastal appeal with inexpensive rates. Encompassing the far northwest nook of Oregon and the Oregon coast, bordered by the Pacific Ocean and Columbia River, Astoria is an enchanting metropolis with a long history tied to the area. Founded more than 200 years in the past, Astoria was constructed by fur trappers, logging operations, and fishing industry. This well-liked place for beach wandering can also be a National Wildlife Refuge teeming with wildlife, particularly seabirds.

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Sadly, some properly-meaning idiots figured it might be a good suggestion to try reintegrating a whale that had by no means caught a stay fish into the wild—just like the movie. After bouncing around pods of wild whales and performing like a standoffish weirdo because he didn't perceive their ways, Keiko confirmed up in Norway, offering random children rides on his back.

Our perspective is of tourists on a day trip or longer keep, considering all that goes into an excellent trip. The buying districts of the Oregon Coast hold it secure with face coverings required. If you know someone who dreams of the Coast even after they’re landlocked, think about giving them a gift this vacation that transports them to the place they love. Oregon’s windswept dunes have been round for over one hundred,000 years and will be waiting for them on their subsequent visit.

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The dramatic coast in Yachats draws guests to this coastal group of fewer than 1,000 residents. On Oregon's northern coast, south of Cannon Beach, Rockaway Beach is a small city with greater than seven miles of uninterrupted shoreline. It's this long patch of gorgeous oceanside scenery that draws vacationers to this metropolis of simply over 1,000 people - and it is the pleasant community that makes for a snug stay. Inland and surrounding the town, the Siskiyou Mountains present a shocking backdrop and much more to discover. The lengthy stretch of beach adjoining town can also be an excellent place to spend the day beachcombing, tide pooling, or simply absorbing the sun.

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As one of the Seven Wonders of Oregon, the Oregon Coast is full of towering cliffs, sand dunes, sea stacks, mighty waves and evergreen timber. Not to say, the coast is lined with numerous tiny cities, completely positioned to enjoy the Pacific Ocean and all the sweetness and marvel it has to supply.

<ul><li>Cannon Beach’s exceptional specialty outlets, boutiques and galleries are a top attraction in this charming seaside town where you’ll find no buying malls or chain shops in sight.</li><li>You can also hire a dune buggy to adventure through the Oregon Dunes National Recreation Area, which features 40 miles of wind-sculpted sand dunes along the coast.</li><li>During a relaxing stroll by way of our compact village, you would possibly uncover distinctive wines, fashions from regional and international designers and sweets from a fifth-technology candy retailer.</li><li>Situated on the mouth of the Siuslaw River on the coast, Florence is a energetic town with some of the space’s hottest out of doors locations.</li><li>Visitors travel far and wide to explore the Sea Lion Caves, a privately owned wildlife protect frequented by sea lions.</li></ul>

Grocery, deli, bakery, pharmacy, jewellery, outside supply, sporting goods, electronics, clothes and extra. We inventory bikes from Trek, Transition, Gary Fisher, Haro, Redline, Klein, LeMond. We have something for everyone; jewellery, hand crafted items, crystals, suncatchers, distinctive items. Effective December 18, 2020, Lincoln County is underneath an "Extreme Risk" category designation for reopening. This signifies that additional restrictions are in place at this time, which can affect businesses, points of interest and services. As the sun melts into the Pacific and lights twinkle up and down the coast, Lincoln City comes alive with eating, exhibits, concerts and more.

Sure, otters are nice—but we cannot have any more otters until we get seaside erosion under management. From classic retailers & boutiques to galleries and book stores, Downtown Astoria offers a wide array of shopping. Explore our eclectic historic district crammed with wonderfully fascinating people and places that provide a real Astoria experience. Newport is a must-go to for anybody making the legendary trek up or down the 101. This charming coastal town has lots for marine enthusiasts to do and see — from the Hatfield Marine Science Center to the Oregon Coast Aquarium. Plus, you'll be able to absorb uninterrupted ocean views from just about wherever along the coast in Newport. You can even pattern a number of the state’s best seafood right here, significantly at Local Ocean Seafoods.

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