I was six or seven at the time this happened, I was very naive and didn’t listen to the things the grown ups were talking about. I was with my cousin, my aunt and my mother.
All ladies went in one car, while the men went in another. My aunt and my mom were talking about how the hotel we were heading to was “haunted.” I didn’t even care, and listened to my thirteen year old cousin rant on about some random topic. We were going to the Emily Morgan hotel in San Antonio, I was exited because I had never been to a hotel before, and I thought it would be fun. When we got there, I felt fine.