Real Haunted Locations with Madison Wentworth - The Gold Hill Hotel in Virginia City Nevada #ParanormalEroticRomance

One great way to enjoy the Halloween season is to go explore a real haunted location, and I’ve gotten to do just that.

In fact, my investigations into the paranormal helped serve as the inspiration for my novella Need, which a romantic ghost story that takes place in the modern era but involves time travel.

Paranormal investigations involve time travel, too, and I’ve done my share of them.

One fun place to visit is the Gold Hill Hotel, nestled in the hills just outside Virginia City, Nevada. This historic hotel is the oldest hotel in the state of Nevada. It’s been operating since 1859, and it was frequented by the likes of Mark Twain back in the day. 

It’s also home to a variety of ghosts.

You can find Rosie, a suspected prostitute, in Room 4. She’s a fun spirit who enjoys having people stay in her room. People frequently first notice her presence because of the strong smell of rose perfume that suddenly appears. Rosie is a prankster who loves to turn the lights on and off and move the belongings of guests who stay in her room.

Then there’s William in Room 5, who’s believed to be one of the miners killed in the Yellow Jacket Mine fire of 1869.More on that in a little while. People who encounter William’s spirit mention noticing a strong scent of tobacco. He’s known to play pranks on guests by locking their room, sitting on the end of their bed at night or moving their belongings. 

A number of miners’ spirits can be found in the miners’ cabin, which is located about a hundred feet off to the side the main hotel and mere steps from the opening of the Yellow Jacket Mine. 

In 1869, there was a terrible methane fire in the mine that caused it to collapse, trapping and killing at least 35 miners. The mine was sealed but continued to smolder for years, so some of the bodies were never recovered. 

Many of the miners’ spirits have been encountered in or near the miners’ cabin. People have reported hearing the cries of the miners when standing outside near the mine or seen glowing blue and white light near the entrance.The cabin sleeps six, with several separated rooms and a kitchen. Some people have even reported hearing the miners crying out and moving around in the back rooms of the cabin when they are sleeping in the front bedroom. 

I had an experience nine years ago when I stayed in Rosie’s room. I spent several hours in there but, to my dismay, had experienced no activity. I finally gave up and went to bed because I had been up all night the night before investigating another haunted location. 

In the middle of the night, I was deep asleep, but I slowly started waking up to the smell of roses. I remember hearing the sound of a door shutting, but I was so tired that I believed I was just dreaming. I awoke suddenly in the morning,remembering the night before, and I got up quickly, disappointed that I had missed the activity. 

I found the door I had heard closing was the bathroom door that I’d left open. I went in the bathroom and found my room key sitting on the towel by the bathtub. 

I also spent a night at the miners’ cabin a few years later, which was a bit of an unnerving experience. The team I was had conducted an investigation there earlier in the evening, which had yielded some EVPs (electronic voice phenomena). 

Once the others had left, I checked to make sure that all the doors were locked and that everyone had gone before deciding to go to bed finally. But I kept hearing movement in the back rooms. I went to check it out and found the back door unlocked, so I locked the door again and returned to bed. 

I was starting to fall asleep, but suddenly had the oppressive feeling of someone standing over me. I opened my eyes to see a change in the shadows near the bed. I turned on the light, but no one was around, so I tried to return to sleep. But then Iheard a scraping sound coming from the ceiling in front of the bed. 

I turned the light on to find the cover to the attic crawlspace had slid open a couple of inches, and I felt like someone was looking down at me. 

Overall, I had spooky good time interacting with the spirits in the room that night. They were determined, so sleep was not on my to do list that night. I highly recommend checking out this real haunted location on the outskirts of Virginia City, where you can find a whole selection of haunted sites to visit—including a special extended ghost tour during Halloween.

Madison Wentworth

Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance
Publisher: Madison Crest
Date of Publication: Aug. 30, 2021
ISBN: 979-8468157046
Number of pages: 165
Word Count: 24,000
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Tagline: Sometimes you crave what’s good for you. Sometimes he craves you too.

Book Description:

Cherie just met the love of her life, but there’s a catch: He’s dead.

It’s not every day you find true love on an adult website, but that’s the most normal thing about Cherie’s new boyfriend, Evan.

To start with, he isn’t actually new. They’re engaged, or so he says. But she has no memory of planning their wedding, or even meeting him, for that matter, because for her, it hasn’t happened yet.

The bond is there, though. She can feel it. As a vampire of the soul, she can taste it, and she needs to taste more of it. It’s a bond so strong that it awakened his spirit in order to find her. Now, she must save him in order to free him from death... so she can have all of him. She needs that.

Need isn’t a word she uses lightly. She’s never truly needed anyone before. But she’s discovering she needs him now, even as their time together appears fated to be cut tragically short. And he needs her, too, more than she knows.

Yet their mutual craving is only just awakening. Can they find a way to cheat the fates and find a future together?

Time alone will tell.


How are you supposed to feel when you find out the man you’ve fallen in love with, who you’ve never even met in person, reveals that the two of you were once engaged, and that you were—inadvertently or not—the cause of his death?

I try to plan for every contingency, but even super-prepared Cher hadn’t seen that one coming.

“Does that mean the whole thing has to happen all over again the same way?” I asked.

“I don’t know.”

“Does it mean we’ll get to meet, after all? Or do I meet another version of you instead?”

“I don’t know.”

This was exasperating. The odd thing was, I found it almost impossible to be mad at him. It wasn’t his fault, anyway. He had no idea how to get out of the place where he was, wherever or whenever that might be, or what would happen if he did. I had no idea how to get him out, either, but I did know I had to find a way—and without him getting run over by a car again. I’d strap him to the bed if I had to.

“If we were engaged before, does that mean we still are?” I asked.

“I think so, unless you want to break it off. Do you?”

“No, I like being your fiancée.”

“Good. Because I like it, too.”

I still didn’t feel comfortable telling anyone else about Evan, or telling Layla anything more about him, because now it was even weirder than before. So, the only person I was left with as counselor was my inner voice.

I need to get him back here again. I need to see him.

Need. It was a word I’d hardly ever used before, and certainly not in connection with myself. But I seemed to be using it more and more with Even.

How do you think you’re going to do that if he’s dead?

It was a good question.

I could call my ghost-hunter friends.

You don’t need to hunt him. You already know where he is: In that smartphone screen of yours! You drew him to you through the internet. Now you just need to bring him the rest of the way.


By being yourself. He hungers for you and can’t resist you. He will come.

Could it possibly be as simple as that? It couldn’t be. I remembered the voice had asked me once before who I was, and I’d answered that I was just me. But I was only that person when I was alone. Otherwise, I was always pretending—except when I was with Evan. I could be myself with him, too. So maybe it really was as simple as that, after all. It had to be, because I couldn’t think of anything else. But how could I be my true self, my vampire self, when the world was watching?

You can’t. You need to go someplace.

It didn’t help that I was having this conversation with myself at work.

“Cher, can you come over here for a sec?” Joy motioned toward me. “This customer needs his frames adjusted.”


Fortunately for the eye clinic, and for my own job security, I was great at multitasking. I was able to keep brainstorming about how to get some privacy even while I was adjusting Mr. Thompson’s new glasses to fit him perfectly without pinching the bridge of his nose or pulling down too much behind the ear.

“Thank you,” he said. “You’re very good at that.”

I laughed easily. “I should be. I’ve been doing this long enough. But you’re very good at being a patient patient, and that makes all the difference.”

He nodded slightly and... was he blushing? So often, I found that the smallest kind word or gesture was appreciated beyond what I’d expected. People didn’t treat each other with kindness enough anymore. It had become rare enough that, when it happened, it was unexpected.

And they were grateful. It was sad that common courtesy had fallen so far out of style.

But being nice to people was how I’d been raised; it was part of who I was.

Vampires are known for their courtesy. They only enter where they’re invited.

That was it!

I had to be myself—my vampire self—to draw Evan back to the land of the living, but I had to invite him, too. That was the one thing I’d been missing. He might be dead, but he was also a vampire, and if I invited him, he would have no choice but to accept.

About the Author:

Madison Wentworth grew up on syndicated reruns of Dark Shadows and The Twilight Zone, coming of age not far from the Malibu surf. A job as a reporter for a small-town newspaper meant digging through police reports, gossip, rumor, and innuendo. And that led to more work as a writer, and a move east and northward to the opposite coast, a venue far more conducive to night-owl vampires and their felines.

An interest in cinema — and outings to see movies such as Ghost and The Sixth Sense — reignited a fascination with the paranormal, and stirred an interest in blending the mystical with the sensual.

The result is NEED, the author’s debut novella.

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