Section 1 – A Haunting Welcome

In a forgotten corner of Ogden, Utah, where the boundaries of the natural and supernatural blur, stands the once luxurious, now timeworn edifice known as the Ben Lomond Hotel. Its haunting reputation has proliferated among locals and tourists alike. Yet, the tale that truly chills the marrow and stops the heart is that of the lingering ‘Lady in White.’

In the golden age of the bold and beautiful, the thirties, a hopeful couple, newlywed and seemingly invincible, had the misfortune of booking their marital suite—Suite 1102.

Section 2 – The Tragedy

It’s difficult to say if the room’s melancholic pallor was as palpable then as it is now. Back then, the room was filled with aspirations and newlywed giggles. Yet, these moments of fleeting joy succumbed to a sorrowful fate.

The young woman filled the bathtub, intending to dissolve the travel weariness from her body. Yet, it was not rest that the rushing water offered but an eternal slumber. Enveloped by the once tranquil, now menacing waters, the new bride never again surfaced. The laughing eyes of the woman who had earlier stepped into this suite were snuffed out—her fate shrouded in inexplicable mystery.

Section 3 – The Afterlife Begins

The room, once a haven for lovers, was now a crypt for the misfortuned bride. In the aftermath of her tragic demise, the once welcoming lobby echoed with oppressive silence. The celebratory clinking of crystal glasses was replaced by the ghostly echo of running water from Suite 1102, even when the suite stood empty. The housekeeping staff diligently pushed their carts down the hallway yet, the friendly greetings and quick hall chats were replaced with hushed whispers and anxious glances at the suite’s ominous door.

Guests started leaving reviews of their eerie experience in Suite 1102. Their ink bled onto the pages, forming chilling tales of the bathtub faucet turning on by itself, and harrowing stories of the translucent apparition of the melancholic bride, suspended in the eternal hallways… waiting, watching. There was something otherworldly about the suite, a spectral magnetism that birthed waves of electric dread.

Section 4 – The Lady in White

As the story spread, the Lady in White, the ethereal tenant of Room 1102, became the hotel’s most infamous non-paying guest. Her chilling presence, often felt in the dead of night, gave rise to accounts of the most enthralling encounters.

There were tales of nights sprinkled with fear when the deceased bride, in her flowing, spectral gown, would slip silently out of Suite 1102. Her ghostly figure would wander aimlessly through the halls, cold wisps of air trailing in her wake. Those unlucky enough to cross her path would freeze in their tracks, their blood curdling at the chilling sight. All the while, the spirit of the Lady in white staggered silently towards them until she vanished, leaving behind an echo of melancholy and a sense of shuddering terror.

Section 5 – A Continual Haunting

As the years passed, our white lady has glided through time, oblivious to the changes happening outside of the haunted Suite 1102, their spectral beauty forever etched into the Ben Lomond’s sordid history. Whether it’s the trickling bathtub faucet or her chilling midnight strolls, she continues to etch her eerie presence in the minds of those who dare to step inside.

To this day, the tragedy in Suite 1102 is a somber whisper that carries through the Ben Lomond’s grand halls. An unsettling silence has replaced the cheerful bustle, and the haunting echoes of one woman’s tragic end to what should’ve been the happiest time of her life. Every strange occurrence, every chilling sighting has added an eerie chapter to the chronicles of this once majestic hotel.

As the benighted hotel sits in the bleak, haunting gloom, its spectral inhabitant dwells in the realm of the unseen. Does the Lady in White wander the halls in search of her lost love, or is she simply trapped in this netherworld, bound by the cold iron chains of her untimely tragedy? A question that even the best of storytellers, such as Stephen King himself, may struggle to answer.