This is a short report on ghostly activity witnessed over four days in 2011 at the legendary Arlington Hotel in Hot Springs, Arkansas. The hotel is
reportedly haunted. I can attest to that.
• Scene: I arrived at the Arlington Hotel with Leah, her big family and Sally. Leah was getting married. Sally, Leah and I have been friends since
first grade. The three of us were staying in the “Smarty Jones Suite,” a two bedroom suite with a long hallway at the front, a kitchen, two large
living areas and a deck outside on the roof of the hotel. We immediately started unpacking and geeking out about being in the Smarty Jones Suite of
the Arlington, which I have to assume has hosted its fair share of parties since the city’s heyday. Al Capone was a long time resident of the hotel.
His room was shut off to guests and the Arlington management is instructed to disregard questions about the paranormal. We did find a few staff
members willing to share stories. I could go on here but I won’t. The following incidents happened during my stay:
• In the early evening, Leah’s dad, Eric, was unpacking in her parents’ room, located one floor beneath our suite, to the right and down a
hallway. Leah’s mom and her aunt were in our suite at the time, checking it out. Eric clearly heard Linda, Leah’s mom, say, “Eric, Eric.” But
she wasn’t there. Eric is a cancer survivor and had a tumor removed from his brain years ago, causing him to become deaf in one ear. He’s a doctor
and doesn’t make things up.
• Shortly after the above incident, Leah, Sally and I were alone in the suite. We were sitting around a table outside on the roof deck talking. Leah
says she’s going to get her sweater because she’s freezing. Sally and I continue talking as Leah goes inside, walks down the creepy hallway to her
room. With all her might she manages to get her suitcase onto the bed and opens it to get her sweater out. Then she hears the stained-glass, noisy-ass
wooden door to our suite swing open and slam shut. She hears someone run up the flight of four stairs (very rickety and loud stairs, mind you) to the
hallway and stop. Then she hears them run down the stairs and back out the door, slamming it shut. She’s like, “Hello?” Nothing, so she runs to
the door to see who it was and finds it locked. This door in particular had no keyless entry and was bolted shut from the inside. Leah darted down the
hall and burst out the back door and onto the roof deck. “Did y’all just come inside?” Definitely not.
• Unlike the days of Al Capone, smoking is not permitted inside the ballrooms and lobby of the hotel, and I found myself sitting alone on a bench
near the grand entrance of the hotel, about 40 feet to the right of the main front door, smoking a cigarette during my friend’s wedding reception
inside the hotel’s ballroom. Nobody was in my sight except for a few people on a sidewalk in the distance. It was quiet and the air was still.
Suddenly I hear someone next to me repeatedly sniffling their stopped up nose. I have no other way to describe it except that it was as if an
invisible man was sitting right next to me on the bench and sniffling to keep his nose from running. This is the only such experience with the unknown
that has ever made me smile and laugh to myself. I actually sniffled back. Not sure why but in a way I think I wanted it to know I heard it.
• Fast forward about an hour and half after the sniffling, I go to the ladies room right outside the ballroom, where the reception is in full swing.
The restroom is empty and all four doors to the four stalls are wide open. The doors to each stall were made of wood, painted white and resembled
window shutters. If you’re inside the stall with the door shut, you can see people walk past the stall through the cracks of the shutters. The door
to the bathroom is very heavy and its swing makes a squeaking sound opening and shutting. When you walk in, you first pass a row of sinks on the
left, then three stalls on the left, ending with the handicapped stall in the back, forming an L formation of stalls. No one is in there. I am trying
to pee in the middle of the three stalls on the left when I hear the toilet flush from what seemed to be the handicap stall. I sort of froze for a
second because I thought no one was in there. I then heard the door to the handicap stall open with that prevalent squeak that everything makes in the
Arlington Hotel. But I did not hear anyone walk out of that stall and did not see anyone walk past my stall to leave. No one opened the heavy, squeaky
door to leave the ladies room; the sound of the party didn’t creep through an open doorway at any point. When I left the ladies room, I didn’t
wash my hands …
• It sort of creeps me out that I accidentally kept the key to the Smarty Jones Suite. I thought I had returned it to Leah’s mom and was weirded
out to discover the key upon my return at the bottom of a prominent, well used pocket of my purse. They probably changed the locks, right? I wonder.
• The energy inside the Smarty Jones Suite was undeniably freaky. Leah and I slept hip to hip for two nights. On her wedding night, I found someone
to sleep with me because Sally was staying in her boyfriend’s room at that point and I definitely didn't want to sleep alone in this freaky suite. I
could be found on the roof deck whenever possible.
• Sally said she heard a woman screaming while she was alone in the suite taking a shower, but she did not want to talk about it whatsoever, as she
scares VERY easily.
• Leaving this hotel the morning of my departure was, for whatever reason, very difficult for me. I woke up crying almost immediately and was
emotionally overwhelmed and hysterical. I’m not saying the suite’s energy caused this, but I’m also not saying it didn’t.
I would love to hear stories from others who have stayed in this hotel. Thanks for reading. Good day.
edit on 18-7-2013 by TruthLover557 because: clarification