This is my Ghost Story;
It was on the cusp of the new millennium, while I and my girlfriend decided to stay the night together in a hotel. To celebrate our 1 year anniversary and New Years, it was hard to find a good romantic hotel that was not full or had a waiting list. I wanted one in the City of Toronto, it was hellish to find one, as it was like a last minute thing, and the other cheap motels you can find near Kingston Rd, were also full. I found one, and surprisingly it was not full, it was almost empty!
What I found for us was the Guildwood Inn Hotel. If I remember correctly we checked in around 11pm. In the parking lot there were only about four other cars there. As we entered the lobby to check in, the desk clerk was getting ready to leave. I remember signing the guest book and remembered very quickly I looked at the first entry made in the guest book, dating back to 1979 I think. The desk clerk told me that the hotel closes officially on Jan 2, 2001. He kindly reminded us the time we need to be checked out by, and informed us that the kitchen has already been closed down and shockingly informed us that there will be no staff onsite. He left just as we left to go towards our room I could not remember the exact room number, but I could remember it being on the 3rd floor. I remembered climbing the wooden stairs, with some coloured paintings and black and white photographs hanging on the wall to reach the level where the elevator was down the hall. The pictures I only assume were those of painted by the artists that stayed here, and pictures of them beside their art?
The elevator got me a little ticked off, as we had to wait for a while for it to come down. We were tired now, and didn't feel like partying or anything. It went up to the 6th floor, stopped at the 3rd floor and then it went up to the 6th floor again. This happened like multiple times, can't remember the exact number of times it did that. And then finally about 10 minutes of waiting, it came to the lobby. From the 6th floor, then stopped at the 3rd floor, and then the lobby, we just assumed the person got off at the 3rd floor nothing much.
As my girlfriend and I got to the room we quickly unpacked, and noticed how uncomfortably cold it was. I thought they must of forgotten to turn up the heat. I checked the thermostat, it was pointing to a cozy 28, or 25 I think. My girlfriend and I took our showers waited for the New Year Count Down that was happening at New City Hall. As we prepared to go to bed, the room was still hellishly cold. We can even see our breaths in the room. It was always like this since we came in, unpacked, took our showers. The only good part was the washroom was the only place that was warm?! The room had an outside balcony but it was covered in snow at that time. I looked out and what I saw were a set of footprints leading from the hotel back where the sculptures are and outside theatre to the park? There was no one there making them, just footprints. I thought to myself, I was too tired to care and jumped into bed with my girlfriend who was already starting to snore as she slept.
As I slept, I was awoken with a bang, thumping noise, with heavy breathing. This was coming from the wall where our beds headboard was against. But I realized, there was no room behind us and it, unless I missed it. I groggily tapped on the wall behind us, and the noise stopped. I fell back to sleep afterwards.
Later I then heard the noise again, but just heavy breathing kind of noise. I was so upset, and I thought to myself, "not again!" I opened my eyes, and there hovering above me one or two feet above in the air, was this looking Asian, Indian mixed woman screaming at me, with her long hair whipping about wildly, and a red dress, cloak, or coat, was doing the same thing, it didn't have any patterns on it, it was straight red. Her hands were outstretched like she was trying to grab me or something. She slow came closer to me, her breath smelled like rotten eggs mixed with cigarette smoke. The end of her hair brushed against my face and forehead. The blanket flew off of us, exposed to the cold again. I tried to shake my girlfriend to wake her up, and she did. I looked at her, and she looked at me and realized what was happening, screamed, and shoved the cross that was on her necklace outward. In a split second, we both heard a loud scream, and what was ever there disappeared. The room then slowly warmed up. She told me that was some kind of nightmare let's try to go back to sleep.
Both of us couldn't sleep the rest of the night we stayed up watching TV.
As the sun came up, we checked out from the hotel earlier than we should of. As there was no desk clerk, we just left our keys on the front counter desk.