#crescent hotel

[catsbeaversandducks]

The manager of the hotel. Photo/caption by @emxlymargaret

"I don't suppose they told you anything in Denver about the tragedy we had in the Winter of 1970, Mr. Torrance..."

[st4rr-girrl]

Saviors

summary; When you have nowhere to stay- and you're falling tired- you turn to the Crescent Hotel to sleep. You roomed next to four people, and they help you when something traumatic happens in your hotel room.

warnings: Cussing, hella paranormal activity, major? injuries, anxiety attack. (i changed a few things from the video tho)

(a/n this post is kind of ass and yall keep liking it so ilysm but this is so shitty lmaoo i promise my writing had a glow-up)

pairing: colby brock x fem reader

Now playing; see how I circle / labyrinth

Up next; oblivion -grimes

Genesis-grimes

The sky started to darken, mirroring my negative mood. I sighed, feeling fatigue slowly start to take over my body.

Turning my black car's driving wheel, I drove into the 'Crescent Hotel" parking lot. I sighed, stepping out of the car and opening the trunk.

I grabbed an outfit, and shoved it into a bag before grabbing my purse and locking the car up.

I glanced up at the balcony of a room, seeing a dark figure stare at me intensely. My eyes widened and I felt goosebumps form on my skin.

The night was dark and cold, forcing a shiver make its way up my spine. I crossed my arms over my chest, as I shivered in my white dress. I approached the hotel doors, and quickly made my way inside, protecting myself from the cold misty air that surrounded me.

I walked in, feeling a heavy amount of energy fall onto my shoulders. I frowned deeply, before spotting an adorable black cat seated on the couch. I walked up to it and pet its soft fur, feeling my heart become warm. A smile grew on my face as I temporarily forgot about the dark, sad and longing feeling that lingered in the air, before walking up to the front desk.

"Hi, can I get a room for one night, please?" I offered a kind smile to the lady seated behind the counter. She returned the smile, and handed me a room key. 'Room 201'

"You'll be staying at room 201. That'll be 130$." My eyes widened at the price, but I was desperate for sleep. I opened my purse and grabbed my wallet, pulling out 150$.

"Keep the change." I smiled, collecting my stuff before heading up the spiraled stairs.

I was walking down a hallway, when I heard a faint "Damn baby! Back it up on over here, if ya will." In an accent. I turned around, fear gripping onto my chest. There was nobody there. I was completely alone. I frowned deeply, before rushing back to the stairs.

It took me a while, but I finally made it to my hotel room. I sighed happily, despite the feeling of sadness surrounding me.

I noticed a brunette boy leaving hotel room 202 and I smiled kindly at him. He returned the smile, as my eyes wandered to the camera located in his left hand. I tilted my head and raised a brow a little bit.

"Oh. I'm sorry." He laughed. "I'm a youtuber. Me and my friends are recording a video."

I was still confused. "What's so special about this place?" I looked around. I acknowledged the negative and sad energy around me, but shrugged it off.

"You don't know?" He asked me curiously.

"Know what?" I was a lot more confused now.

"This hotel is haunted." My eyes widened. it makes sense now. The figure on the balcony and the sad energy around here. No wonder.

"That makes sense." I shrugged, rubbing my hands up and down my arms.

"Why? Did you see something?" He asked me, concern swirling behind his blue eyes.

"Yeah I saw a figure on a balcony, but i just thought it was a person. Though it was creepy enough to give me goosebumps. It also feels sad. And angry here. Like there some sort of longing feeling. I also got catcalled by something that wasn't there. " I explained, giggling a bit at the end.

"Do you mind if i record you explaining that? If not that's alright. But it would be great to let the fans know."

"Sure, Mr. Popular." I smirked teasingly. He rolled his eyes playfully and turned on the camera and angled it at me.

"Okay so tell us what happened again...?" He trailed, searching for something.

"Y/n." I smiled.

"Okay so tell us what happened, Y/n."

"Soo, when I arrived here, I had no clue it was haunted until this handsome stranger told me." I smiled and winked jokingly. "But before I came in here, I saw a figure standing on a balcony and it was just.... staring at me. It gave me goosebumps. And after that, the second I stepped foot into the hotel the energy surrounding me felt, sad. Like previous people here were longing for something. And a bit of anger was hidden beneath the longing and sadness. I also got catcalled, but when I turned around I was alone. Whatever happened here must've been pretty bad." I explained for a second time but in more detail. "I still don't know what happened here, I just know that it's haunted."

I smiled at the boy behind the camera. "I'm colby, by the way." He mirrored my smile.

"Thanks for letting me know what I was getting myself into, Colby." I giggled as he put the camera down.

"Yeah, Sure." He laughed, his deep voice sending butterflies to my stomach. Heat rises to my cheek before he continued. "If you need anything me and my friend, Sam, will be in here. And maybe our other two friends. You're also welcome to join us, we're gonna be ghost hunting."

"Yeah, I'll consider it." I smiled kindly once more. "Thanks, Colby."

"No problem." he waved, returning the smile before walking down the hall. I opened my hotel room, rushing in and throwing my bag on my bed.

I sighed happily, finally being able to sleep. I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, and I shivered a bit before trying to push the thought to the back of my mind.

I changed out of my white dress, and replaced it for pajama bottoms and a long sleeve shirt with holes for my thumbs.

I put fresh socks on before turning out the light and quickly hopping into the big bed.

I saw something in the corner, just before fatigue took over my body.

--

'Wake up' A females voice whispered in my ear.

I shot out of bed quickly, my eyes wide. Sweat dripped down the side of my head as I looked around my room. "Hello??" I said out loud. No response.

I shrugged it off as my imagination, and tried to fall back asleep.

—

I rubbed my eyes, tiredly sitting up.

“Why do I keep waking up.” I whispered to myself, picking up a clock that rested on a nightstand to the left of me.

“3:33.” I read out loud. “Isn’t that an Angel number?”

I shrugged it off, before I heard a mumbling. My head shot up and stared into the darkness that lie before me.

I squinted, trying to see into the black fog. I saw a figure. Staring at me. Menacingly. My eyes widened as I froze in fear.

A faint “What do you want?” Tore from my parted lips.

It didn’t respond, to nobody’s surprise, yet still stood there.

I sat in the king sized bed, slowly building up to courage to make a run for it.

When the courage was built, I leapt out of bed and ran for the door, only to be flung away from it.

I hit the wall, with a loud ‘thud,’ before landing on the floor.

Tears welled up in my eyes after I groaned in pain. My back was definitely gonna be bruised.

I crawled for the door as fast as I could, but got violently dragged by an invisible force. I dragged my nails against the carpet.

Once it let me go I quickly rushed to stand up but got aggressively pushed against the wall. The side of my face slammed into the wall, as an unbearable pain shot through my cheek at the violent contact. A Bible flew through the air and hit me in the face. Blood dripped down my nose as I cried in pain. I heard loud knocking on my door and my eyes widened.

“Y/n!? Are you okay?!” A familiar voice shouted.

I tried to get to the door but cried out when a sharp, stinging pain shot through my back.

I sobbed, feeling myself get dragged once more before the entity let go. I jumped up and ran to the door, flinging it open. I was met with four concerned faces, three of them being un-familiar.

I sobbed into my hands, as the traumatic event played over and over in my head.

“What the fuck happened?!” Colby asked.

“Are you okay?!” The blonde boy next to him asked.

“Th-there was something in there!!” I cried out as a blonde girl rubbed my back comfortingly.

“Come to our room for a second. We’ll help you and you can tell us everything.” A black haired girl said, her brows furrowed in worry.

I nodded, following the two girls as the two boys checked my hotel room for anyone.

We entered their hotel room and I sat down on the red sofa.

The blonde girl brought back a tissue and a cold water bottle.

I used the tissue for my nose, after giving a small thanks. I placed the water bottle on the huge bruise on my cheek.

“I’m kris.”

“Celina. And the other boys are Sam and Colby.” Celina said.

“Th-thank you guys.. so much.” You smiled gratefully.

“What happened?” Sam asked.

“I-I don’t know… there was this thing and it-it threw me around like I was a fucking rag doll.” I joked a bit, before wincing from the pain radiating on my back.

“I-I think it scratched my back.” I added. Colby came over to me and asked if he could raise my shirt. I nodded and turned around while he lifted it up.

Though I couldn’t see, they all had wide eyes and opened mouths.

“Holy shit!” Sam exclaimed. “Y/n do you mind if I record this?” He asked kindly, okay with either answer.

“You can, I don’t mind, it just hurts really bad.” I said in a pained voice. “Colby can you take a picture of it and show me?” I asked softly.

He said yes before snapping a picture of it. I stared at the picture in shock, a giant bruise on my side and three, long, bloody scratch marks starting from my upper back and ending right before the waistband of my shorts.

“Holy shit” i mimicked sam just as he started recording my injuries. I turned around and showed the rest.

“Do you wanna stay in our room for the rest of the night?” Colby offered.

“Yes please.” I said, a pleading look lingered in my eyes. “I don’t wanna go back into that room.” Tears welled up in my eyes as Celina and Kris both side-hugged me.

“It’s ok, Y/n you don’t have to.” Kris said, her brows furrowed.

“You’re safe with us. Especially the boys cause they’re a lot stronger than us.” Celina joked, attempting to lighten the mood. I laughed a long, wiping my tears.

“Thanks guys.” I said gratefully.

“Anytime.” The group postponed further exploration of the building so they could make sure I was alright.

Celina and Kris called it a night, heading to their own room to sleep or try to contact anything.

I started to get sleepy while Colby was treating my wounds. “I’m tired.” I admitted.

“I’m almost done, just try to stay up for one more minute.” He applied ointment to the scratches and ice to the bruises.

I was definitely gonna tell the hotel about this in the morning. Even though some people wouldn’t believe me, it was worth a shot.

Once Colby was done in informed me of it and I crawled under the sheets and lied in the middle of the bed.

Sam and Colby lied on either side of me, and yet I still unconsciously cuddled closer to Colby.

“Goodnight.” I sighed, feeling safe with the two boys I had only just met.

“Goodnight, Y/n.”

—

The end.

[ghostlytales]

Photo of an apparition caught at the crescent hotel

[archivist-crow]

The Haunted Atlas

Crescent Hotel - Eureka Springs, Arkansas, United States

36°24′30″N / 93°44′15″W

Nineteenth-century spa hotel in Eureka Springs, Arkansas, renowned as one of the most haunted sites in the Ozark Mountains.

History

The hotel was built between 1884 and 1886 by a consortium that included the wealthy former governor of Arkansas, Powell Clayton. Its imposing design includes several archiectural styles. Construction was done by Irish stonemasons.

The wealthy flocked to the hotel to partake of the nearby mineral springs, touted for their healing properties. However, the hotel’s golden age lasted only about 20 years. When the springs were shown to have no particular curative powers, people stopped coming. In 1908, the hotel was turned into a college and conservatory for young women and then into a junior college. It closed in 1934.

In 1937, the hotel entered a dark period. It was purchased by Norman Baker, a con man from lowa who ran an illegal hospital for cancer patients. Though he had no medical degree, Baker was convinced he knew the cure for cancer. He set up his cancer hospital and carried on phony treatments. He redecorated the hotel in garish colors and hung machine guns on the wall. No one seems to have been cured by him, but records indicate that no one seems to have died either. According to legend, though, Baker practiced bizarre experiments on his patients and hid their bodies and jars of organs until he could burn them in the incinerator at night. Legend also tells of workmen in later years finding skeletons interred in the walls—more alleged Baker victims.

Baker's medical career ended in 1940, when he was arrested, tried, and convicted on charges of mail fraud concerning his cancer cure claims. He was sent to Leavenworth Prison for four years, and the hotel was closed.

From 1946 on, the hotel changed hands several times and was eventually restored to its original glory. Today it is a popular vacation destination.

Haunting Activity

The first ghostly resident joined the hotel when one of the original stonemasons fell to his death in 1885 in a spot now occupied by Room 218. The red-headed ghost has been named "Michael" by the hotel staff. Room 218 is the most active in the hotel. Guests are shaken awake at night and feel strange sensations.

In Room 202, a misty figure has been photographed. Another active room is 419, where a woman ghost introduces herself as "Theodora" and says she is a cancer patient. Numerous apparitions are seen in the hallways, including a nurse who wheels a gurney. Phantom footsteps are heard, and guests are touched at night. A man dressed in a Victorian suit appears in the lobby and bar.

Baker himself appears in the former recreation room; he is said to look lost. Basement storage areas, where legend holds that Baker stored his corpses and jars of body parts, have strange noises and apparitions. When the hotel still used its old switchboard, calls repeatedly came from the basement when it was locked and empty.

Text from The Encyclopedia of Ghosts and Spirits, Third Edition by Rosemary Ellen Guiley (Checkmark Books - 2007)

[myhauntedsalem]

The Man in the Wall

This pic was taken at the notoriously haunted Crescent Hotel in Eureka Springs, Arkansas, and appears to show an apparition walking out of a wall.

[paranormal-playground-podcast]

The Ghosts of the Crescent Hotel in Eureka Springs

The ghosts of the Crescent Hotel in Eureka Springs have captivated visitors for decades. This historic hotel, built in 1886, is known as one of the most haunted hotels in America. Many guests and staff have reported eerie encounters. The History of the Crescent Hotel The Crescent Hotel, located in Eureka Springs, Arkansas, opened its doors in 1886. Originally, it served as a luxurious resort…

[notmakaylahw]

Excited I get to go to a ghost tour at the crescent hotel but I also am realizing I’m gonna have to go and do the tour

The tickets are none refundable too so ✌️

I’m scared I’m going to embarrass myself help

I am excited for the flea markets tho

Scared as hell for that tour tho 😞

I’m horrified of what might happen wish me luck 😁

[duranduratulsa]

Spooktober Haunted Places: Crescent Hotel in Eureka Springs Arkansas #hauntedplaces #crescenthotel #eurekasprings #Arkansas #eurekaspringsarkansas #spooktober #halloween #october

[contac]

[blaaamboozle]

Heeeeeeeeeeeeey

It's meeeeee

I had some little sketches i did here and there before i got sick so here some little guys for the mean time while I work on my Mammon drawing

Look at it 👀

[darkeclipticheart]

Crescent’s Encounter [Part 4] This hellhound learned quickly why Esmeralda is known as The Pumpkin Queen. Puppers sometimes need reminders who really is in charge.

[lilacs-stash]

Some fankids.

I made some babies. You might've seen some in my doodle dump from a few months ago.

Rosey is my favorite. She's kinda just Lily Dangervest's objectsona tho.

Ice-aid and Flower pot might be sapphics for each other not sure yet. But they're definitely very close.

Flower pot and Rosey are distant cousins (Pickle and Clover are first cousins in my headcanon so Idk what the makes their kids)

And some bonus concept art for moon.

that's all.

[ghostlytales]

Crescent Hotel Ghost in Window Mirror

[maelwife]

Born to be a mulder forced to be a scully :(

[rabbitcruiser]

Fairy Tale

What do you think about my pic?      

[carewren]

Blue Room

“Blue Room” ©2023 Karen Johnson All Rights Reserved Photographed at an old abandoned hotel. Loved the blue wall and the falling ceiling. I can’t wait for the warm weather to come back so I can get back to exploring.