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Arnie----we are all DYING to hear if that was Mr. Van Der Hout or not!!! Don't leave us hangin'!!!

topping for arnie, come back arnie!!!

Arnie, Please give the exact location of the B&B. We are looking for a place to stay for a few days along the Maine coast, the first week fo June. Any contact information: name ,phone, address would really be helpful. Looking forward to the finish of your story. How long will it take?

Pam, I Lived in Portland (Maine) for fifteen years and visited the Aekney (sp?) place at least half a dozen times. Frankly, I don't know why it wasn't ever used as a haunted house in a movie because it is BAR NONE the spookiest place I have ever seen. I have heard bits of Arnie's story before and I know there is info about the place at the local library. For a brief time they even let people stay there overnight--for a price. An end was put to that practice several years ago, although I don't know why. Anyway, my understanding is it closed permanently about 7-10 years ago and that they barbwired the whole property. Tam Tam

Oooohhh, Tam, too creepy! Arnie: Let's go, lad! Dying to hear the latest episode.

http://www.lizzie-borden.com/ It says you can even have a breakfast comprised of the same items that the Bordens ate the morning they were murdered. How cheerful. Come on Arnie!!!!

The following section is a continuation of Lisa “Smith’s” account concerning what transpired the night of February 10th, 1980. It is important to keep in mind that neither the Smiths nor the Kerns were aware of any of the history of the Aeckney place until after their stay there. Just as Lisa began to take a tentative step toward the front desk/partition, the man turned around. It wasn’t Mr. Van Der Hout, it wasn’t Terrie and it wasn’t Mr. Kern. In fact, even though it was dark, Lisa was sure it was no one she knew; she took an involuntary step back. The stranger, although now facing her, gave no indication that he even saw her. He came around the partition and slowly walked toward her—while seemingly looking right through her. Lisa backed away, afraid. The man walked right by her and, as he did, she caught a whiff of what she later described as “rotting hamburger”; she also noticed that he had “dark dirt smudges” smeared on his cheek and clothes. Not having heard about any of the history of the place (she didn’t even know it was called the Aeckney place) Lisa decided to follow the man. Sure she was a little frightened, but she was also curious as to who this rude stranger was. So she followed him as he walked through the moonlit darkness of the living room. Lisa said, “excuse me, sir?” a couple of times but the man continued to ignore her, as if she didn’t exist. When he got to the foyer, the man stopped and removed a key from his filthy overalls pocket. He then inserted the key into the lock of a door that, somehow, Lisa had failed to notice during the two days she had stayed at the Inn. The man pushed open the mysterious door, exposing a pitch-black room, and entered. As curious as Lisa was, she wasn’t about to follow this stranger into a dark room. Instead, she hovered at the entrance and waited to see if she could hear anything. “Hello?” She said into the dark, “do you work for the Van Der Houts?”. In answer to her question, Lisa heard a hissing sound and then saw a match begin to ignite in the dark room. As the match caught fire, the light emanating from it partially illuminated the stranger’s hand and face. Lisa watched as the well-worn hand moved down to a table and lit an oil lamp resting there. Once lit, the hand shook out the match and then turned up the flame on the lamp—pushing back the darkness several feet. With more light now in the room, Lisa found the courage to walk in and confront the silent stranger. As she entered the room, the stranger left the glow of the lamp and moved to an area of the room untouched by the light. Unable to see him, Lisa stopped where she was, making sure that she was in close proximity to the door—just in case. Although she still couldn’t see him, Lisa could now hear clunking sounds coming from the opposite side of the room. It sounded as if the man were lifting something metal and then letting it fall on the wood floor. Suddenly, the stranger reappeared in the light—facing Lisa dead-on. For the first time, she could see him clearly and she knew that, what she had mistaken for dirt smudges on his face and clothes, was in all actuality, blood.

Arnie Checked Portland library. No info on Syrus Aeckney or anything close. Please give legitimate info on where we can get the whole story, if there is one. Tired of the April Fools joke.

1. Brown Palace Hotel, Denver, Colorado. Haven't seen any spooks but you can feel them in the air. 2. Litchfield Plantation, Pawley's Island, South Carolina. Didn't see the ghost myself but have been many sightings, the old doctor who originally built the plantation in the 1700s, he appears on dark and cloudy afternoons and at night, rushing off to take care of a sick person 3. Anywhere in Glastonbury, England. Stayed in a haunted turret in a hotel, very scary, too many years ago to remember the name of the hotel, saw lightening bolts on the inside of the canopy top on the bed. Room was ice cold with the heat going full blast. Weird, weird, weird.

I don't care if this IS bogus - I LOVE it!

Arnie-------quit stalling! You're killing me! Finish already!!!!!!!!!!!

Justahoax, Tam, Maineman and at least one other on this posting claim to have seen the place or been there. Just how many do you think are involved in this conspiracy?

Been trying to figure out just where this place is and I think I've got it. In the first part of the story Arnie says they "landed in Portland, drove up to Lewiston and headed directly to the coast.. near the town of Hadleyburg." I collect Atlases and maps and couldn't find ANY reference for Hadleyburg until I went back 100 years. According to one of my older atlases, "In 1899 the township of HadleybErg was formed when several groups of European settlers united to build a church and meeting hall. This coastal Township was located about halfway between what are now Lincolnville and Belfast, Maine. In the early 1940s almost nothing was left of this small township and by 1950 it was dificult to tell where it once stood." Just thought some of you might be interested. MG

So if it's in Maine then this story really is by Stephen King! ;)

Alright, Nodoubting: I dare someone (anyone) to come up with a legitimate website, or book currently in print, that says ANYTHING about Syrus Aeckney. Arnie says he was at Syrus Aeckney Inn 10 years ago. Why does absolutely nothing come up when doing a search. I have some swampland for you, if you are interested. OK

Oh you naive nymphettes, you know he is making this up, don't you. Like a novel.

Has anyone wondered where Shelley is? She never has posted again after the original question. Maybe she & Arnie are in cahoots.....