What Terrified the Guests at the 1886 Crescent Hotel?

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[00:00:04]There are buildings that were never meant to hold what eventually moved into them. The men who poured the foundation of this one believed they were laying the cornerstone of a grand mountain resort. White limestone hauled by mule from a quarry less than a mile away.

[00:00:21]Eight stories of native stone rising out of the Ozarks like a cathedral that had wandered too far from any city to remember why it had come.

[00:00:30]They called it the Crescent. The grand opening was set for the 20th of May, 1886.

[00:00:37]The newspapers in Little Rock called it the most luxurious hotel built west of the Mississippi.

[00:00:43]The owners called it a temple to health and refinement.

[00:00:47]The people who worked there after a year or two started calling it other things.

[00:00:53]Before I tell you what they called it, a small thing. If what you're about to hear is the kind of story you'd want more of, I've put 10 of them into an audiobook called The Hollow Files.

[00:01:04]5 hours, 10 counties, same voice as the one you're listening to now.

[00:01:09]The link is in the description and it's pinned at the top of the comments. Now then, the story.

[00:01:16]And before we go any further, do me a small favor.

[00:01:20]Tell me where you're listening from tonight. The town, the country, just the place.

[00:01:26]I read every one of those comments and I like knowing where the voice The Crescent Hotel sat on a ridge above the town of Eureka Springs, Arkansas.

[00:01:36]The town itself was a strange one built around mineral springs that the local people had used long before any surveyor came through with chains and compasses.

[00:01:46]The water was supposed to cure things, rheumatism, skin complaints.

[00:01:51]Whatever was wrong with you, the springs were said to soften it.

[00:01:54]By 1886, the town had grown around that promise. Boarding houses, bathhouses, a new opera house, every kind of small business that could survive on the steady traffic of the unwell and the curious. The hotel was the crown of all of it. 200 guest rooms, steam heat, hydraulic elevators, a ballroom on the top floor with a hand-painted ceiling, a staff of more than 100.

[00:02:22]The first guests arrived in carriages from the railway station at the bottom of the hill, and the orchestra played in the lobby until midnight.

[00:02:30]For about 3 years, it was everything the brochures had promised. Then, it wasn't.

[00:02:37]The man at the center of what I'm about to tell you was named Wilcom Henshaw Pedigrew. He was 44 years old.

[00:02:44]He'd been hired in the autumn of 1888 as the night porter, a position that meant he sat at a small mahogany desk near the service stairs from 10:00 in the evening until 6:00 in the morning, and dealt with anything that needed dealing with.

[00:03:01]A guest who'd lost a key, a guest who'd had too much wine and couldn't find their floor, a faucet running in an empty room, a complaint about footsteps. Pedigrew was a heavy man, tall in the shoulders, with a long, sad face and hands that had spent 30 years doing manual labor before he traded them for a porter's coat.

[00:03:23]He had been a teamster, then a foreman at a sawmill in Missouri, and then, after an accident with a chain that left his left leg shorter than his right, he had come south looking for indoor work.

[00:03:36]The hotel hired him because he didn't mind the night shift and didn't drink.

[00:03:40]Both of those were rarer qualifications than you'd think.

[00:03:44]For the first month, Pedigrew thought the job was a small piece of heaven, warm in winter, quiet most of the time, the kind of work where you sat with a newspaper and a pot of coffee and let the building hold itself up.

[00:03:58]The first thing that struck him as strange was the elevator. There were two elevators in the hotel, both of them hydraulic with brass cages and lacquered wood interiors. At night, after the last guests had gone up to their rooms, the elevators were supposed to sit at the lobby floor, doors open, lamps low. That was the rule.

[00:04:20]In Pedegrew's third week, he was sitting at his desk around 2:00 in the morning when he heard the hum of the south elevator starting up. He looked. The doors were closing on an empty cage. The needle on the floor indicator above the door began to climb. Second floor, third, fourth. It stopped on the fifth.

[00:04:40]He sat very still and listened.

[00:04:43]After about a minute, the cage came back down on its own.

[00:04:47]The doors opened. There was no one inside.

[00:04:51]He wrote it in the night log the way he was supposed to. The morning manager, a Mr. Oberon Crisp, looked at the note, sighed, and crossed it out with a pencil.

[00:05:00]"Don't put that in the book," Crisp said. "It's an old building. Old buildings settle, cables stretch.

[00:05:07]Sometimes the cage moves on its own."

[00:05:10]"It went up five floors, sir."

[00:05:12]"Then it went up five floors. Don't write it down."

[00:05:16]Pedegrew, who had been a foreman and knew what a man means when he tells you not to write something down, didn't write it down again.

[00:05:24]The elevator did it three more times that month, always between 2:00 and 3:00 in the morning, always to the fifth floor.

[00:05:31]He stopped logging it. He started watching for it. One night in late October, he was watching when the south elevator began its climb.

[00:05:41]He set down his coffee. He limped across the marble floor to the service stairs and went up after it.

[00:05:48]He was on the fifth floor when the cage came to rest. He stood at the end of the long corridor and watched the doors open.

[00:05:56]There was a woman standing in the elevator. She was older. She wore a high-necked dress of a kind that hadn't been fashionable for 20 years.

[00:06:06]Her hair was put up under a small dark hat. She did not look at him. She stepped out of the cage, turned to her right, and walked the length of the corridor away from him. She did not limp. She did not hurry. She walked the way a woman walks who has done it a thousand times.

[00:06:23]About halfway down the corridor, she turned and went into a room. He couldn't tell which one.

[00:06:31]The corridor was dim. The gas lamps had been turned low for the night. He walked after her. His leg complained on the carpet.

[00:06:39]When he reached the place where she had turned, he stood and looked at the door of room 518.

[00:06:45]The door was closed. There was no light coming from underneath it.

[00:06:49]He knocked. He waited. He knocked again.

[00:06:53]Then he used his master key, the way he was supposed to in an emergency, and he opened the door. The room was empty. The bed was made. The curtains were drawn.

[00:07:03]The air was very cold, the way a room is cold when no one has slept in it for a long time. There was no sign that any woman had been in the room for any reason at all.

[00:07:13]He stood in the doorway and felt something he hadn't felt since he was a young man in a logging camp, the year a fire took the bunkhouse and four of his friends with it. It was a feeling of being held by something, of being noticed.

[00:07:28]He locked the door behind him. He went back downstairs. He did not write any of it in the log.

[00:07:34]The second strange thing began in the kitchen, a place Pedegrue didn't ordinarily have any business with.

[00:07:42]The hotel had a basement kitchen the size of a small armory, all copper and iron and tile, and at night it was supposed to be empty.

[00:07:51]The cooks finished at midnight. The dishwashers were done by 1:00. By 2:00 the kitchen should have been silent.

[00:07:59]One night in November, a maid named Loveday Quint came up the service stairs in tears. She was a young woman of perhaps 22, thin and dark-haired, with the kind of pale skin that showed every feeling she had.

[00:08:14]She had been carrying a bucket of cold tea to the second floor pantry, and she had stopped at the kitchen door because she had heard a man singing, a low voice, she said, a man's voice singing in a language she didn't know, not French, not German.

[00:08:30]She had grown up in a town with plenty of both. This was something older.

[00:08:36]She pushed the kitchen door open with her foot because her hands were full.

[00:08:40]The kitchen was dark except for the watchman's lamp at the far end. The singing stopped the moment the door opened. She stood there long enough to see that the lamp at the far end was sitting on its hook, and there was no one within 20 ft of it.

[00:08:55]Then she heard the singing again, this time from behind her, from the corridor she had just left. She dropped the bucket and ran. Pettigrew found her at the top of the service stairs shaking.

[00:09:08]He sat her down and made her a cup of strong tea from the porter's pot and listened to her.

[00:09:14]He believed her. He had been hoping someone else would notice these things, and now someone had.

[00:09:20]The next morning he asked the head cook, a Norwegian woman named Sigrun Halvorsen, whether anyone had ever sung in the kitchen at night.

[00:09:28]She looked at him for a long moment.

[00:09:31]She was a tall woman in her 50s, broad in the shoulders with hands that had cracked themselves brown from a lifetime of hot water and lye.

[00:09:41]"You have heard him." she said. "No, ma'am." one of the maids.

[00:09:46]"Loveday."

[00:09:47]"Yes, ma'am."

[00:09:49]Sigrun Halvorson took a long breath and let it out.

[00:09:53]She put down the knife she was holding.

[00:09:55]"There is a man who sings in the kitchen sometimes. He was here when I came. He will be here when I leave."

[00:10:02]"What does he sing?"

[00:10:03]"I don't know. I have stopped listening." She picked up her knife again. The conversation, as far as she was concerned, was over. Now, before I go on, a breath here before what comes next.

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[00:10:52]By the spring of 1889, Malcolm Pedegrew had a quiet understanding with several of the staff, with Loveday Quint, the maid, with Sigrun Halvorson, the cook, with a porter named Easton Bramwell who worked the day shift, and a laundress named Verity Spurlock who came in three times a week. They didn't talk about what happened in the hotel. They didn't write it down.

[00:11:17]But when one of them looked at another in a corridor or across a stack of folded sheets, they understood each other. The hotel had something in it.

[00:11:27]They didn't know what.

[00:11:29]They had agreed without ever saying so out loud to keep it. The guests came and went. Some of them complained. The complaints were always vague. A guest from Memphis said her water glass had moved across the nightstand while she watched.

[00:11:44]A guest from St. Louis said the man in the next room had argued with a woman all night, although the room next to his had been empty and locked.

[00:11:53]A guest from Galveston said she had woken to find the bedclothes pulled down to the foot of the bed, neatly folded, and her own hands resting on top of them. A guest who had been a Confederate cavalry officer, and was now in his 70s, said he had seen a man in the corner of his room who had no face at all, only a shape where a face ought to be.

[00:12:14]And he had laughed at the man and gone back to sleep because he had seen worse things at Shiloh.

[00:12:21]Mr. Oberon Crisp, the morning manager, settled all of these complaints with brandy and reduced bills. He never raised the matter with the owners. He had a son in college and a wife who liked nice furniture, and he was not the sort of man who put his livelihood in danger over things he couldn't see.

[00:12:40]I am going to ask you something now.

[00:12:43]Have you ever been somewhere that felt occupied even when it was empty? A room, a house, a corner of a road.

[00:12:50]Someplace that didn't know what to do with you because it was already busy being itself.

[00:12:55]Leave it in the comments. I want to know. The first time Pedegrue saw the woman from the elevator clearly enough to remember her face, it was the night of the 18th of February, 1890.

[00:13:07]There had been a heavy snow that day, the kind of snow that piles itself against the second-floor windows of a building set on a hillside, and by the time he came on shift, the hotel was almost empty.

[00:13:20]12 guests on the second floor, four on the third, a small party of railroad investors on the sixth.

[00:13:28]The rest of the rooms were dark.

[00:13:30]He was sitting at the desk a little after 1:00 in the morning when the south elevator began its climb.

[00:13:37]This time, instead of waiting for it to come back or following it up, he went and stood in front of the doors when they opened on the lobby floor. She was there.

[00:13:47]She looked at him. She was a woman of perhaps 50. Her hair was iron gray, put up under that same small dark hat.

[00:13:56]Her face was thin with high cheek bones and a long mouth and very large pale eyes that did not blink as long as he looked at her.

[00:14:05]She held a small leather case in her right hand, the kind a doctor used to carry.

[00:14:11]She did not speak.

[00:14:12]He took off his porter's cap. He didn't know why, he just did.

[00:14:17]"Ma'am," he said.

[00:14:19]She inclined her head very slightly.

[00:14:22]It was the gesture of a woman acknowledging a porter, the kind of gesture he had received a thousand times.

[00:14:30]It was so ordinary and so out of place that he had no answer for it.

[00:14:35]She stepped past him. She did not pass through him. She moved around him the way any woman would have moved around a man in her path.

[00:14:43]She crossed the lobby to the main staircase, took hold of the banister, and walked up.

[00:14:50]He followed her this time all the way to the fifth floor.

[00:14:53]She didn't seem to mind. He stayed two or three paces behind her like a porter helping with luggage.

[00:15:00]She walked the corridor he already knew.

[00:15:03]She stopped at the door of room 518. She turned and looked at him. "He'll be here soon," she said.

[00:15:09]Her voice was low, dry, like a woman speaking through wool. "Who, ma'am?" She smiled very faintly. It was a smile of patience, a smile of someone who has answered the same question many times and is willing to answer it once more.

[00:15:25]The doctor.

[00:15:28]Then she opened the door of room 518, walked through it without using the handle, and was gone.

[00:15:35]He stood in the corridor for a long time. The door was closed. The hallway was very cold.

[00:15:42]After a while, he went back down to his desk.

[00:15:45]When the morning manager came on, Pettigrew didn't tell him about it, but he did go to the library at the railway station the next afternoon on his way home, and he asked the station master's wife, who kept the lending books, whether the hotel had been anything else before it was a hotel.

[00:16:04]She told him it had been a hotel since it opened, always.

[00:16:09]And before that?

[00:16:11]Before that, it was a ridge. There was nothing on it but trees.

[00:16:15]She paused.

[00:16:17]There was a sanatorium that was supposed to be built here years ago. Before the hotel, the land was bought for it. There were plans, money was raised, but then the railway came through and the investors decided a hotel would make more money and the sanatorium plans were sold to a man in Hot Springs.

[00:16:35]What kind of sanatorium?

[00:16:37]She thought about it. The kind for women, I think. For women's nerves. I don't remember. My mother might know.

[00:16:43]She's the one who told me. Pettigrew went home that day and sat at his small kitchen table for a long time.

[00:16:50]He was a widower.

[00:16:52]He had been one for almost 10 years. His wife had died in the same accident that had shortened his left leg, and he had never quite recovered from either thing.

[00:17:02]He thought about a woman with a doctor's case stepping out of an elevator in a hotel that had once been planned as a sanatorium for women's nerves. He thought about what it meant that the plans had been sold, but the land had been built on anyway.

[00:17:17]He thought about Loveday Quint, who was 22 years old and had been crying when he'd handed her a cup of tea.

[00:17:23]He thought about whether buildings remember what they were almost made into. He didn't have answers for any of it.

[00:17:30]He went back to work that night. He kept watching. The story I'm telling you doesn't have a single great event that happened in 1890. There is no fire, no murder, no newspaper article.

[00:17:43]The hotel went on being a hotel. The guests came and went. The strange things happened more or less the way they always had.

[00:17:52]The woman with the doctor's case rode the elevator up. The man in the kitchen sang his song. A guest every now and then would come downstairs at 3:00 in the morning saying she couldn't stay in her room, and Mr. Oberon Crisp would put her in a different one and offer her brandy.

[00:18:08]What I want you to understand is that this went on for years. The Crescent Hotel passed through a slow decline that nobody outside the building noticed for a long time.

[00:18:19]The railway investors stopped coming.

[00:18:21]The wealthy from Memphis and New Orleans found newer places to spend their summers.

[00:18:26]By the late 1890s, the hotel was being run as a women's college part of the year and a summer resort the other part.

[00:18:35]And by 1910, it had been sold twice and was struggling on either function.

[00:18:41]And in 1911, it became something else.

[00:18:45]A man named Cassius Valoren Trumbo bought the building, the grounds, and the right to use the springs. He was a heavy man in his 60s with a white mustache that hung down to his collar, and he had made his money in patent medicines in Kansas City. He was not a doctor. He had never been a doctor.

[00:19:05]But he had read enough medical books, he said, to know more than most of them.

[00:19:09]And he believed he had a cure for cancer. He renamed the Crescent the Baker Cancer Hospital.

[00:19:15]He took out advertisements in newspapers in eight states. He filled the rooms with patients who came to him with diseases that other doctors had given up on. This is the part of the story I want to tell you carefully.

[00:19:29]Because of what was being done in that building during the Trumbo years, the records that survived were sealed for decades.

[00:19:37]What people remember of it now, they remember through what the staff told their grandchildren.

[00:19:42]The newspapers, when they finally caught up to what had happened, used words like fraudulent and unfit. The federal authorities, when they finally moved on the place, took crates of records away in wagons. And most of those records were destroyed because of what was in them. I'm telling you this because I want you to understand.

[00:20:02]I'm not going to describe what was done there. I'm going to describe what people felt around it. That's the only honest way to tell this. A nurse who worked at the Baker Cancer Hospital during its first year was a woman named Idaline Chesterfield Pruitt.

[00:20:19]She was 31 years old. She had trained at a proper hospital in St. Louis and had taken the job because her father, who lived in Berryville, was dying of consumption and she wanted to be close to him. She had needed the work and she had needed the location and she had been told the hospital was a real one and she had believed it for the first 3 weeks.

[00:20:42]She wrote a letter to her sister who lived in Indiana sometime in the autumn of 1911.

[00:20:48]The letter survived. It is one of the few first-hand documents from the inside of that place that has come down to us.

[00:20:55]I'm going to paraphrase parts of it for you. I don't want to read it word for word.

[00:21:00]There are passages in it that don't belong in a story like this. She wrote that she had begun to dream of the building, not in the way a tired nurse dreams of her ward, in a different way.

[00:21:12]She wrote that the building seemed to know her, that she had become aware during her night shifts of being followed from floor to floor by something that wasn't a patient and wasn't a colleague. She wrote that the elevator went up by itself sometimes to the fifth floor and that one of the older orderlies had told her not to worry about it.

[00:21:33]He had been there since the Crescent days.

[00:21:36]He had said, "There is a lady who rides up to the fifth floor. She has been doing it as long as anyone has worked here. She doesn't trouble anyone. Don't trouble her."

[00:21:46]Idalene Pruitt wrote that one night in October she was sitting at the nurse's desk on the fourth floor a little after 2:00 in the morning and a woman in a high-necked dress and a small dark hat came up the stairs from the lobby. She had a doctor's case in her right hand.

[00:22:02]The woman walked the length of the corridor to where Idalene was sitting.

[00:22:06]She set the case down on the desk. She opened it. Inside were a stethoscope and a small bottle of something dark and several instruments that Idalene did not recognize.

[00:22:17]The instruments were not modern. They were not from any hospital catalog Idalene had ever seen.

[00:22:24]The woman looked at Idalene and said in the same low voice that Pettigrew had heard 20 years before, "There is nothing in this building that helps them."

[00:22:35]Then the woman picked up her case, walked back down the corridor, and went down the stairs.

[00:22:41]Idalene wrote that she stayed in her chair for the rest of the shift without moving.

[00:22:46]When the morning nurse came on, Idalene went directly to the office of Cassius Trumbo and gave him her notice.

[00:22:53]She wrote in the letter that he had laughed at her.

[00:22:56]He had told her she would be replaced by the end of the week.

[00:23:00]He had told her that hysterical women were not welcome at the Baker Cancer Hospital.

[00:23:05]She walked out of the building with what she could carry. She never went back.

[00:23:10]The letter ended with a sentence I want to give you in full because it has stayed with me since the first time I read a copy of it. She wrote, "I do not know whether the lady on the stairs was a ghost, but I know that she was there before that man, and she will be there after him, and she was telling the truth."

[00:23:30]The Baker Cancer Hospital operated for about 7 years. I'm not going to tell you the details of how it ended. The federal authorities became involved. There were court proceedings. There were findings.

[00:23:42]The records that survived were the kind of records that get sealed, and the records that didn't survive were destroyed because of what they contained.

[00:23:51]What I will tell you is that Cassius Valorin Trumbo died of natural causes shortly before he was to stand trial, and his son tried to keep the operation going for another year, and was eventually shut down, too. And the building stood empty for a long while after that. What I will also tell you is that the staff who worked there in those years all reported, in one form or another, the same set of things.

[00:24:18]They reported a woman who came up the stairs at night with a doctor's case.

[00:24:22]They reported a man who sang in the kitchen in a language no one understood.

[00:24:27]They reported that the south elevator went up to the fifth floor by itself between 2:00 and 3:00 in the morning, and that there was no point in trying to stop it. They reported that the patients in their last hours sometimes spoke to someone the staff couldn't see.

[00:24:43]The patients would look at a chair by the window and have a long, quiet conversation. They would seem comforted by it. They would tell the staff afterwards that the lady had come to sit with them, and the staff would write it down as a fever or a sedative or anything else they could think of to write. After the hospital was closed, the building changed hands again.

[00:25:05]It was a junior college for a few years.

[00:25:07]It was a hotel again. It was bought and sold and renovated and renovated again.

[00:25:13]Walls came down. New wings went up. The lobby was redone in 1946 and again in 1958.

[00:25:20]The kitchen was modernized. The hydraulic elevators were replaced with electric ones. The fifth floor was not renovated as often as the others. The staff, when they were asked why, would say that the fifth floor didn't need it.

[00:25:34]That was always the reason given. The fifth floor didn't need it.

[00:25:38]By the late 1950s, the hotel had a small group of long-serving employees who knew the way the staff of any old building always knows, what was where and what was when.

[00:25:50]They had a night watchman in those years, an older man named Tuckerman Olcott Brace, who had taken the job after 28 years on the railroad. He was 61 when he came to the hotel.

[00:26:02]He had a wife who painted China and a small house in town and a habit of carrying a thermos of coffee on his rounds. He worked at the hotel for 9 years. Toward the end of his time there, he sat down one afternoon with a young assistant manager, a man of perhaps 26, who had been asking the older employees what they had seen. The assistant manager had a notebook. He was trying to put together a history of the hotel for an article in a regional magazine.

[00:26:30]I have a copy of the notes from that conversation. They are part of what got me onto this story in the first place.

[00:26:38]Tuckerman Brace told the young man that he had stopped being afraid of the building after his first year. He said you couldn't work nights in a place like that and stay afraid of it. You either got used to it or you found other work.

[00:26:51]He said the most consistent thing was the lady with the doctor's case.

[00:26:56]He said she came up the stairs from the lobby maybe once a week.

[00:27:00]She walked the fourth floor first and then the fifth.

[00:27:04]She never came up to the sixth or the seventh.

[00:27:07]He said she didn't bother him and he didn't bother her. And one night he had said good evening to her the way he would say it to any guest.

[00:27:15]And she had inclined her head to him and said, "Good evening, Mr. Brace."

[00:27:20]She had used his name.

[00:27:22]He said he had stood in the corridor for a while after she walked past.

[00:27:27]He said it was the only time in 9 years that he was actually afraid.

[00:27:33]He told the young man that the building had something in it that wasn't a ghost or maybe it was. He didn't know the difference. He said he had been in a derailment in his railroad years and he had been the only man in his car who walked out. And he had stood by the wreck for hours afterward waiting for the doctor to come.

[00:27:53]The doctor had been delayed.

[00:27:56]By the time he got there, the people Tuckerman had been sitting with were past helping.

[00:28:01]He told the young man that he sometimes thought about that doctor and about how long it took him to arrive.

[00:28:08]He told the young man that the lady in the hotel, the one with the case, was a person who had been on her way somewhere and had never quite gotten there.

[00:28:18]He didn't believe she was angry. He didn't believe she was lost. He believed, he said, that she was working.

[00:28:25]He said the building had given her something to do. That conversation was the last interview Tuckerman Brace ever gave. He died of a heart attack in his own kitchen about 3 months later in the spring of 1960.

[00:28:39]The young assistant manager wrote his article.

[00:28:43]He did not put any of the ghost stories in it. He wrote about the architecture and the limestone and the springs.

[00:28:50]He told a friend years later that his editor had cut all the rest of it. He had been told that the hotel didn't want that kind of attention. He had been told that the past should stay in the past.

[00:29:02]The article ran in the summer issue. The hotel sold copies of it in the lobby.

[00:29:08]So, that is the part I can tell you with confidence.

[00:29:11]What I cannot tell you is what the building actually is.

[00:29:15]I have spent more time on this story than I have on most of them. I have read every account I could find. I have talked to people whose grandparents worked at the Crescent in the 1890s and people whose parents worked at the Baker Cancer Hospital and people who took the night shift at the hotel as recently as the 1950s.

[00:29:35]The stories agree on the lady. They agree on the elevator. They agree on the kitchen.

[00:29:41]The agreement is what unsettles me. The kind of story where everyone says the same thing for 80 years is a different kind of story from the kind where everyone says something different.

[00:29:53]I have a theory. I'll tell you what it is and then I'll let you decide.

[00:29:58]I think the woman with the doctor's case was never a guest of the hotel.

[00:30:03]I think she was the doctor who was supposed to run the sanatorium that was never built.

[00:30:08]I think she was a real person or the memory of one who had been promised work in a building that was sold out from under her before she ever set foot in it. I think she came anyway.

[00:30:20]I think the building, when it was eventually built, was built on the place where she had been planning to spend the rest of her life. And I think she came to keep the appointment she had been promised. When the Baker Cancer Hospital opened, I think she finally had patients to attend to. I don't think she was happy about who was running it.

[00:30:37]I think the line that Idelline Pruitt wrote down, the line about nothing in the building helping them was the line of a doctor who had spent 20 years waiting to do her job and had found when she finally got the chance that her patients were being failed by the man who owned the building. I think she's still there.

[00:30:57]I think she is still working. I think she will be there long after every wall in that building has been knocked down and rebuilt because what she is keeping is not a room.

[00:31:07]What she is keeping is a promise.

[00:31:10]That's my theory. I have no proof of any of it. The hotel is still standing as you probably know.

[00:31:16]It has been bought and sold and restored and restored again.

[00:31:20]It is on the national register of historic places.

[00:31:24]People go there now for weekend getaways and weddings. The staff, when you ask them, will tell you very pleasantly that the building has a reputation for being haunted and they will smile in the way that staff smile when they have been asked the same question 17,000 times.

[00:31:42]But every now and then, if you stay there long enough and you are in the right corridor at the right hour, you will see something.

[00:31:51]A man I know who is not the kind of man who makes things up stayed in room 318 during a long weekend in the autumn of 2001.

[00:32:01]He had gone there for his anniversary.

[00:32:03]He had taken his wife. They were in their 50s. They had been to 40 hotels in their married life and they had never had any kind of experience.

[00:32:13]He told me that he woke up at 2:00 in the morning. He didn't know why.

[00:32:16]The room was dark. His wife was asleep beside him.

[00:32:20]He sat up and looked toward the door, the way you do when something has woken you and you don't know what.

[00:32:27]A woman was standing in the corner of the room. She was older. She was wearing a high-neck dress. She had a small dark hat on her head.

[00:32:35]She was holding a leather case in her right hand. He said she looked at him for what felt like a long time. He said he was not afraid. No, he was, he said, surprised. He said that the strangest thing about her was that she looked tired. She looked like a woman who had been working for a very long shift and who was not yet done. He said she nodded to him. He said he nodded back. He said she turned and walked out of the room through the door without opening it. He said he sat there for a while afterwards looking at the door. He said he turned and looked at his wife to see if she had woken up. She hadn't.

[00:33:11]He said he lay back down and went to sleep and that he slept better that night than he had in a long time.

[00:33:19]In the morning, he told his wife about it over breakfast in the lobby. She listened.

[00:33:24]She didn't laugh. She didn't say much.

[00:33:27]When the waitress came to refill their coffee, his wife asked her very casually whether there had ever been a woman in the building who carried a doctor's case.

[00:33:37]The waitress was a woman of about 40.

[00:33:40]She set the coffee pot down on the table. She looked at the wife. She looked at the husband.

[00:33:45]"You saw her," she said.

[00:33:47]"My husband did."

[00:33:49]The waitress was quiet for a moment.

[00:33:51]"That's nice," she said. "She likes the third floor. Some weeks she's up on the fifth and some weeks she's down here.

[00:33:59]She doesn't usually let you see her unless you need to see her."

[00:34:03]She picked the coffee pot back up. "I hope you both had a good night."

[00:34:07]That's where I'll leave it. I don't know what the lady in the corridor is.

[00:34:12]I don't know whether she was a real doctor in the 1880s who never got to practice her profession or whether she is something the building grew on its own out of all the years of failure and promise that have happened inside it. I don't know whether she keeps coming because she is bound there or because she is bound to something inside herself. What I do know is that nobody who has ever seen her in 80 years of stories has described her as cruel.

[00:34:41]They describe her as patient. They describe her as occupied.

[00:34:46]They describe her as a woman who has work to do and who is doing it and who is willing to nod to you on her way past. I think that's the part that stays with me.

[00:34:55]I think most of the things we are afraid of when we are afraid of old buildings are things that we are afraid will harm us.

[00:35:02]And every once in a while you come across a story where the thing in the building isn't there to harm anyone at all. It's just there. It's just keeping its appointment.

[00:35:13]And the fear it makes you feel is the fear of seeing a person who shouldn't be there doing a job that should have ended 140 years ago and not letting it go.

[00:35:24]That's a different kind of fear.

[00:35:26]I don't have a name for it. Maybe you do.

[00:35:30]If you've ever been to the Crescent or to any building like it, tell me what you saw. Tell me what you felt.

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