This room wasn’t rented for years. Everyone who tried to get in found his entrance blocked by the bed. Eventually they went in a skinny local kid who passed out the bones of the photographer, one at a time. The room was opened for good when the local fire department got a Jaws of Life, and rented out like all the others.

They say at night you can hear his spirit, taking pictures! But that’s just the janitor; he cut a hole in the wall, and if the place next door is vacant, well, don’t hurt no one none. They’ll be gone tomorrow.