The city I live in has a rich history of ghosts, one of the most famous is the cloaked ghost of a woman residing in the Fort Garry Hotel. It was built in 1913 as a luxury hotel for train passengers that had an overnight stop in Winnipeg. My hobby is researching ghosts and stuff like that, and I get a lot of help from my family. For my 15th birthday my Mother booked the most haunted room in the hotel for me, Room 202. I was estatic but at the same time scared out of my mind. In Room 202, maids have reported bleeding walls, shattering windows, being locked in the room, and bloody foot prints on the bed. I decided to secretly bring my boyfriend along, I was too scared to go alone. He obliged and we got there together on the day we were sopposed to.
There was a really pale really skinny guy with black hair. "You be careful in this room," he said, "She can lock you in there..." I got a little scared of him and made my boyfriend get the key to the room from him. We proceeded to walk up the many flights of stairs to the 6th floor where the room was, me jumping at every little sound and my boyfriend laughing at me and telling me it would be fine. We finally got to the room and it was like the scene of the horror movie where someone in the audience yells, "OMG DONT GO IN THERE!" But the characters let their curiosity get the better of them. I put my bag down on the bed of the rather large room and took a look around, it looking fairly normal despite being so so old. My boyfriend started watching TV as I went around the room, checking out the bedroom closet, where a woman hung herself after hearing that her husband died in a car crash. There was nothing interesting there, but chills ran down my spine as I closed the door.
My idiot boyfriend snuck up behind me and scared the living daylights out of me after he saw I was shivering a bit. We sat there and talked, watched TV, had dinner, and finally we went to bed, just staring around the dark room. I watched the clock and dozed off around 2am. My boyfriend shook me awake, him sweating like a pig. My eyes went wide and as soon as I sat up I saw a dark translucent figure at the end of the bed, floating in a dark cloak with what looked like blood dripping out of the darkness in the hood. I was too scared to scream, clutching onto my boyfrend and staring. It disapeared after a few seconds, going towards the closet, and my boyfriend went into overdrive, running out of bed and dragging me out of the room and down to the lobby in my pjs. We went to his house afterwards, still freaking out about it. It was one of the most paranormal experiences in my life, and if my boyfriend wasn't a scardy cat it might have been my last.