The Haunted Inn: A Night of Terror in New York’s Forgotten Mansion

In the misty outskirts of upstate New York, where ancient forests whisper secrets and abandoned estates hide dark histories, stood an old mansion that locals called the Eternal Rest Inn. Once a grand family home, it had been converted into an inn, then abandoned, and now served as a chilling reminder of the past. Jasko, a seasoned paranormal investigator and YouTuber, and his friend Ben had traveled there after hearing stories from the current homeowner—a skeptical man who had turned into a believer overnight. “This place is cursed,” the homeowner warned them. “I’ve seen shadows in mirrors, heard footsteps, and felt presences everywhere.” Intrigued, Jasko and Ben arrived at dusk, cameras rolling, ready to uncover the truth.

The mansion loomed like a relic from the 1800s, its Victorian architecture shrouded in fog. Inside, the air felt heavy, thick with an unseen energy. They set up in the main room, where antique furniture and old portraits lined the walls. Immediately, they heard footsteps from upstairs. “Who is that?” Jasko whispered, heart pounding. “Come upstairs,” Ben urged, but fear gripped them. They split up—Ben taking the first floor, Jasko the second. In the upstairs bedroom, Jasko encountered a foggy mirror that distorted reflections, just as the homeowner described. “Sandra, if you’re here, show yourself,” he called, but only silence followed, broken by hissing sounds and knocks.

Downstairs, Ben explored the kitchen and storage rooms, hearing whispers and seeing doors move on their own. “Something’s back there,” he muttered, spotting liquor bottles and abandoned items. They reunited, sharing eerie experiences. The homeowner’s stories flooded back: apparitions in windows, moving curtains, and a full shadow figure at night. “It turned me from skeptic to believer,” he said. Encouraged, they ventured into the basement, a cobweb-filled dungeon with old dolls and covered beds. Jasko went first, the door slamming behind him. “Anna shut it,” he gasped later, referencing a name from their spirit box. Ben followed, hearing growls and feeling chills. “This is dark,” Ben said, as they fled.

Upstairs, the attic beckoned. “Go up,” their devices urged. They climbed, finding boxes of antique items and a sense of dread. Voices whispered, “Our remains,” and “Peter.” Jasko felt pushed, nearly falling. “Something’s here,” he said. They captured names like Walter, Sebastian, and Henry, linking to the house’s history. The Estus method—a blindfolded session with spirit communication—revealed more: “Tomb,” “grave,” and connections to a nearby cemetery. “The tomb is down the road,” Jasko realized, piecing together the homeowner’s tales of a family mausoleum.

As night deepened, the activity intensified. Jasko felt drained, lightheaded, collapsing once and hitting his head. “I’m terrified,” he admitted, struggling to breathe. Ben took photos with an old Game Boy camera, capturing anomalies. Doors slammed, voices growled, and shadows moved. They heard “Anna” repeatedly, a female entity tied to the house. “She’s here,” Ben said. The dolls seemed alive, and the attic pulsed with malevolence. “Archangel,” the spirit box spat, hinting at demonic forces.

Exhausted and overwhelmed, they decided to quit. “This is too much,” Jasko said, his body aching. They retreated to beds in the mansion, but sleep eluded them. Footsteps echoed, growls rumbled, and presences lingered. “There’s someone in here,” Ben whispered. They huddled, hearts racing, as the night wore on. By dawn, they packed up, vowing never to return. The Eternal Rest Inn had claimed their courage, leaving them haunted by its secrets.

The mansion, with its hidden rooms, antique curses, and ties to the cemetery, stood as a portal to the unknown. Jasko and Ben, forever changed, wondered if Anna and the others would ever rest. In New York’s forgotten corners, some places hold darkness too deep to disturb.