Aaron
Google
If you’re tired of hotels where you “sleep” and “mind your business,” congratulations—you’ve found the St. James. This place doesn’t just give haunted vibes. It gives full-contact paranormal energy like it’s trying to win a championship.
I walked into my room and instantly felt the atmosphere shift. Not in a dangerous way—more like the building whispered, “Welcome, contestant.”
By 11:07 PM I had already texted three people my last known location.
By midnight, the shadows were longer than they had any physical right to be.
By 12:43 AM, I had formed an alliance with a lamp.
At 1 AM, something made a noise that can only be described as “the sound a ghost makes when it pays taxes.”
At 1:26 AM, my water bottle rolled across the table entirely on its own. I told myself it was “air currents,” but we both know that was a lie.
At 2:14 AM, I tried to sleep. The room said no.
At 2:27, I tried again. The room said, “Let’s talk about your childhood instead.”
By 3 AM, I had:
• rearranged the furniture for “spiritual feng shui,”
• whispered “please stop” into the darkness,
• and prayed to every religion just to cover my bases.
At 3:45 AM, the entire building went silent. Not normal silence.
The kind of silence that feels like it has a face.
At 4:02, I swear my suitcase moved an inch. I didn’t argue. I let it have its space.
By 4:19 AM, I was pacing the room in circles like I was rehearsing a monologue for a horror movie I did NOT audition for. My reflection in the mirror looked like it was trying to warn me.
By 5 AM, I was in full fight-or-flight-or-faint mode. I chose “freeze,” mostly because my knees were too tired to run.
When the sun finally came up, I grabbed my bags, whispered “no hard feelings” to whatever heard me, and left that room with the speed and determination of someone who’d just survived an emotional disaster movie.
And the crazy part?
I LOVED every unhinged, psychologically destabilizing second of it.
This hotel is not just a stay—it’s a saga.
A journey.
A character arc.
Five stars, no question.
If you want to experience history, mystery, and your own mental decline all in one night, the St. James Hotel delivers like no other.
I’ll be back.
After a nap. And therapy.