The hotel I worked at in NH was said to have a haunted tower where a young girl (we called her "The Princess") had killed herself. This tower, of course, was one of the places they housed the staff. I never saw her, but three separate times I bolted awake at 2:27 a.m. for no reason ....

[cue spooky music]

I used to love reading ghost-story books. Oddly enough, I really really HATE the television equivalent of them. Go fig.