Post by FIREFOX52 on Jul 28, 2004 16:43:15 GMT -5
Alrighty, I’ll try to keep this as clean as it can be. 
In Albany New York near Albany International Airport there is a hotel, a Marriott if I remember right. I’ve stayed there on three different occasions. The first two times were with my family waiting for a flight the previous day, the other was a night’s stay for a two-day hockey tournament. These stays occurred roughly six to seven years ago when I was around the age of 14.
The hotel is about 30 years old, very nice long-term property with no eerie history that anyone can recall. But the hotel has a, if you will, very arousing specter that resides there. Those who stay in the east wing of the hotel, mainly on the first floor awake night after night around 3 a.m. to the screaming of a woman. But unlike most horrifying screams, this one is just the opposite; the screams are of a woman experiencing sexual pleasure. Many people have experienced the woman’s moaning, including my family and teammates.
The first two times I was accompanied by my parents, I awoke both nights to the woman’s thunderous moans and groans. I thought that my parents and sister had slept through the incidents, but on the second visit the following morning my father asked me if I had heard that woman screaming her head off. I had assured him that yes I had heard it just as well as he. As we checked out my father jokingly told the woman that, “someone was having a good time last night, they were screaming so loud next door it woke us all up.” The woman looked at us confusingly and explained that there wasn’t anyone occupying any of the other rooms in that wing due a convention party arriving that morning. My father looked at her as if fish started crawling out her ears.
As we walked away a younger fellow noticed us standing outside waiting for our courtesy van. He came out and said that he had overheard our experience last night. I explained to him that this was the second encounter we had, had like that at the hotel. He then told us about the ghost the fulltime employees call Victoria. Hundreds of guests have heard her pleasure screams since anyone can remember. Some call down to the front desk demanding that someone do something about the noise, others just talk about it at the continental breakfast the next morning. No one has ever died in the hotel, but employees guess that the specter is a woman who comes back night after night to relive her last moment of physical pleasure.
Two years after that while playing high school hockey, my coach asked me where the best place to stay was closest to the rink. As it happens the ghostly Marriott was the closest, and of course I told him to reserve the east wing. I was curious to see what would happen, if the ghost would come back. That night I did not hear anything as the last two visits, the woman did not awake me like before.
The next morning I sat in lobby drinking coffee and talking with a couple of my teammates. A few minutes later the other goaltender and three other teammates come down the hall laughing giggling like little girls. The first thing that came out of their mouths were, “Did you hear that lady last night!?!? Man was she having a good time.” I sat back and just grinned.
In Albany New York near Albany International Airport there is a hotel, a Marriott if I remember right. I’ve stayed there on three different occasions. The first two times were with my family waiting for a flight the previous day, the other was a night’s stay for a two-day hockey tournament. These stays occurred roughly six to seven years ago when I was around the age of 14.
The hotel is about 30 years old, very nice long-term property with no eerie history that anyone can recall. But the hotel has a, if you will, very arousing specter that resides there. Those who stay in the east wing of the hotel, mainly on the first floor awake night after night around 3 a.m. to the screaming of a woman. But unlike most horrifying screams, this one is just the opposite; the screams are of a woman experiencing sexual pleasure. Many people have experienced the woman’s moaning, including my family and teammates.
The first two times I was accompanied by my parents, I awoke both nights to the woman’s thunderous moans and groans. I thought that my parents and sister had slept through the incidents, but on the second visit the following morning my father asked me if I had heard that woman screaming her head off. I had assured him that yes I had heard it just as well as he. As we checked out my father jokingly told the woman that, “someone was having a good time last night, they were screaming so loud next door it woke us all up.” The woman looked at us confusingly and explained that there wasn’t anyone occupying any of the other rooms in that wing due a convention party arriving that morning. My father looked at her as if fish started crawling out her ears.
As we walked away a younger fellow noticed us standing outside waiting for our courtesy van. He came out and said that he had overheard our experience last night. I explained to him that this was the second encounter we had, had like that at the hotel. He then told us about the ghost the fulltime employees call Victoria. Hundreds of guests have heard her pleasure screams since anyone can remember. Some call down to the front desk demanding that someone do something about the noise, others just talk about it at the continental breakfast the next morning. No one has ever died in the hotel, but employees guess that the specter is a woman who comes back night after night to relive her last moment of physical pleasure.
Two years after that while playing high school hockey, my coach asked me where the best place to stay was closest to the rink. As it happens the ghostly Marriott was the closest, and of course I told him to reserve the east wing. I was curious to see what would happen, if the ghost would come back. That night I did not hear anything as the last two visits, the woman did not awake me like before.
The next morning I sat in lobby drinking coffee and talking with a couple of my teammates. A few minutes later the other goaltender and three other teammates come down the hall laughing giggling like little girls. The first thing that came out of their mouths were, “Did you hear that lady last night!?!? Man was she having a good time.” I sat back and just grinned.
