Dr. Naesley.

The old Mackenac Hotel isn't like anything you've really seen before.

In 1908, Bernard Mackenac purchased the hotel and soon after married his long-time love, Janice.

The couple had two children, both of which would die in the hotel before their third birthday

in room 214. Prior to the purchase, the hotel was an old preliminary school that was shut down

after the schoolmaster, Martha Sandevol, took her own life.

For years, many have said it is too haunted to even visit.

I'm about to prove that theory wrong.

I'm what they call an outdated ghost hunter. I use equipment that many ghost hunter companies

would laugh at because it's so old fashioned. It's the only equipment that I believe works

and I've had great success with it. The old Mackenac Hotel has always been one of my most

sought-after hunts. I arrived around dusk to find the old hotel sitting on the corner

of a quiet, empty street. I always take my assistant, Delma, with me.

Regardless of the fact that she speaks little English, she is quite good at following instructions.

The main lobby is cluttered with antique furniture and light fixtures. Portraits of

family members line the dust-stained corridors. The thing about me is that I see ghost hunting

as a job, not as an adrenaline sport. It takes quite a bit for me to get scared. I immediately

take out my EMF meter, which can detect changes in any type of energy. The gauge bounces wildly.

Delma, I want you to stay down here in the lobby while I check out the upstairs. I noticed the

change in expression on Delma's face. She didn't want to be here. The main staircase is nothing grand

or luxurious. The poorly constructed steps squeak under my feet as I ascend to the top. A cold

rush of wind rushes past my face as I reach the top of the staircase. The hallway is dark and

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