When Jim walked into the hotel room he could feel a forgotten passion spring to life. Being a "paranormal investigator" this was a good sign. Feelings such as this were good indicators that his ghost hunting efforts would be fruitful. Jim was a firefighter by trade, but had become fascinated with the paranormal after hearing stories of a ghost haunting the fire station where he worked. For five years he had been hoping to capture any kind of evidence that the spirit world exists. Videotape, a picture, voice recording, thermal images...something tangible. So far he hadn't captured anything that would prove to his peers, or to himself for that matter, that spirits are real. However, he had a feeling that this night would be different.
The Devonshire Hotel built in 1856 was a ghost hunters' dream. The site was reported to have regular paranormal activity from a number of different spirits. Room 174, the room that Jim had checked into for the night, had a particular history that he found to be very intriguing. The room had been the scene of a lover's tragedy. In 1901, Isabelle Denere, the daughter of a wealthy aristocrat, had fallen in love with a young mill worker, Daniel McCoy. Although Daniel was a goodhearted man with the best of intentions, Mr. Denere did not find him suitable for his daughter. In order to keep their romance a secret, they would meet in room 174 of the Devonshire Hotel every evening to indulge in passionate and forbidden pleasures. Local records held that Daniel had been killed in a tragic accident when the mill where he worked caught fire and burned to the ground. Isabelle was so distraught from the loss of her lover that she later committed suicide in that very room. To this day, there have been reports of Isabelle's ghost walking the halls of the Devonshire searching for Daniel.
A picture of Isabelle hung on the wall next to the mirror. Jim admired her beauty. It was only a black and white photo, but he still found her attractive, even seductive to a point. Her long brown hair draped over her shoulders stopping just above her full breasts. He thought to himself how fantastic it would be to make love to a woman like that.
It was about 11:00pm and Jim was fiddling with his digital camera when he noticed a temperature change in the room."This is good," he thought. It grew even colder, enough that Jim could see his breath. He could sense a presence in the room and a feeling of being watched ensued him. The smell of a woman's perfume filled the air. "Isabelle," he thought. He gathered his composure and walked over to the bed and sat down.
