The Heritage Inn stands as a quiet refuge for travelers along the Veterans Memorial Highway, offering warmth, comfort, and—according to those who have stayed there—an unseen presence that enjoys a little mischief. His name is Charlie, and though no one truly knows his origins, the stories surrounding his lingering spirit continue to send shivers down the spines of guests and staff alike.

Some say Charlie was a guest who perished in a devastating fire in 1979, his spirit forever bound to the inn where his final moments unfolded. Others whisper that he was a man who suffered a fatal heart attack in Room 125 in the late 1980s. His body was discovered in the bathtub, and shortly after, a guest staying in the very same room reported a chilling experience—being woken multiple times in the night by the unmistakable sound of splashing water. Each time she checked, the bathroom was empty, the tub bone dry.

But Room 125 isn’t the only place Charlie makes his presence known. Room 209 has been the center of strange occurrences—objects moving on their own, doors locking without explanation, and an unsettling feeling of being watched. No one knows why this room, in particular, holds such eerie energy, but guests who stay there often leave with stories they never expected to tell.

Charlie isn’t a menacing spirit, but he does enjoy playing tricks. Footsteps echo in empty hallways. Items mysteriously vanish and reappear in odd places. Disembodied whispers and sudden cold drafts send chills down spines, yet there’s an unmistakable playfulness in his antics. It’s as if he wants people to know he’s still here—watching, waiting, and having a little fun.

So, if you find yourself spending a night at the Heritage Inn, listen closely. Pay attention to the flicker of the lights, the sound of something shifting just out of sight, or the feeling of someone standing behind you when no one’s there. You might just have a close encounter with Charlie himself.

Dare to stay the night? Charlie is always waiting.