The Crystal Inn

A spooky novella.

There was nothing quite like my time spent working at The Crystal Inn in Glowing Rock...

The ornateness and history of the Mansion was enchanting - but the beguiling forces that were seemingly intertwined with the air of the estate were a force to be reckoned with.

When I drive under the weeping willow trees that line the narrow road of the village, their pendulous branches wrapped in a misty fog invoke memories of secrets hidden behind heavy locked doors, flickering lights, & the eyes of Civil War soldiers staring back at me from the black and white photos hung on the scarlet lobby walls of the dimly lit lobby.

I pass by the old sign to the Inn, which is now covered by a large brown tarp and a small "no trespassing" sign sits in the grass next to it. And I think, "Who would have ever thought something like this would happen in Glowing Rock? And really, would anyone believe my story anyway?"