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I actually do have a ghost story from when I lived on Hollywood Blvd! I forgot because it was a trifling thing, but it was about 16 years ago.I've had them with evil spirits before,not something you see but feel and expierence. They can be quite tricky trouble makers too I might add,being the little soul sucking sirens they are. They like to play games,and get in your head. In my particular case,they'd get me through vivid dreams,then I'd have a déjà vu moment of that dream later on,(which fully scared the living crap out of me) or inadvertently knowing a particular place or enviroment was of a particular interest,or the right direction to what you're looking for without prior knowledge or of being there,and a lot of things presenting themselves to you. Like knowing which corridor to take in the mausoleum,and where Valentino's plot was at. Images you form in your mind based on description,then it duplicating the image you formed ect. This was while I was studying the history of the Hollywood Film Industry,and I can attest to their being real supernatural spirits,or evil spirits in that town. Once I figured em out though,and was able to recgonize it all,it stopped I imagine it wasn't as fun for them after that.
I lived two blocks from Mann's Chinese Theater, where the apartments started, just past the church that's now a night club, heading towards Mulholland. Same distance from the Roosevelt Hotel, which is directly across the street from the theater.
Legend has it that the Roosevelt is haunted by Marilyn Monroe and the huge mirror she used to do her makeup with was a catalyst and it's on the second floor, in the hallway. I guess as an attraction.
My girlfriend at the time was practically a Monroe lookalike and obsessed with her and, of course, had to go take a picture in front of the mirror.
This was before phones had anything near a decent camera, if they had one at all, so we grabbed a legit camera, put batteries in and waltzed over to the hotel.
There was a red carpet premiere of some movie going on across the street so the after party was getting set up on the ground floor- taping areas off from us to get to, but we found the stairs and the mirror. It was directly in front of a souvenir shop inside.
My girl set up shop, posed just right and I grabbed the camera. Ready... Steady... Camera turns off.
Huh?
Okay, turned it back on... batteries full... she sets up and... camera turns off.
She got upset. I was at a loss. Maybe the batteries were faulty! Well, the souvenir shop was closed, but it's a 3 minute walk back to the apartment. Let's grab new batteries.
We walked back and I was fiddling with the camera. It was taking pictures of everything! Huh...
Okay... we get back, grab new batteries, but at this point I was thinking weird things, but keeping it to myself.
We walk back to the Roosevelt. Get back to the mirror. I took pictures along the way.
She sets up, I'm ready... camera turns off.
We gave up. Not scary, I know, but it was weird.