B.L. stood in line with all the others waiting for the tour to begin, scanning the plush carpets and beautiful victorian furniture of the lobby, wondering which of them would be the lucky winner of the raffle. Looking up as the mirror came crashing down glass shattering all over the plush carpeting. The prospect of winning a free night in the luxurious hotel for herself and 4 friends didn't seem like as wonderful opportunity as it had ten minutes ago. The hotel employee smiled at the now rather nervous looking group before him "relax folks it was probably just all the comings and goings this morning jarred it off kilter. Step this way and we'll start the tour." The group toured the lobby and then moved onto the big dining room with several sets of smaller versions of chippendale dining tables and chairs set about the room. Sideboards lined one wall where trays of things were set for those who wished to have a quick meal of cereal or fruit instead of ordering from the menu choices of scrumptious foods. Next they took a quick trip through the modern kitchen with it's top of the line commercial sized appliances. While the group had been going through the lower floor of the hotel listening to the employee's commentary on the furnishings and what not, another employee had been busily cleaning up the broken pieces from the mirror having no idea that she was being watched by the ghost who had become a part of the nearby wall completely camaflouged. Back in the lobby the "tour guide" moved toward the stairs encouraging the marvelers following "now if you'll follow me we'll start the tour of the upstairs." Rubbing her arms a chill settling into her bones it seemed, she put it down to being giddy from the tour of such a glorious establishment. Climbing the stairs with the rest of the group noticing that she had lagged behind the female Davenport cousin stepped up her pace to catch up to the rest of the group marveling at all the splendor as she followed.