Paranormal Activity Inside Kentucky’s Haunted Anderson Hotel is so Violent it’s Off-Limits to Ghost Hunters
You might not know it from first glance, but the quaint and lovely little town of Lawrenceburg, Kentucky is home to one of the most haunted buildings in the entire state. The Anderson Hotel, which has been abandoned for over thirty years, is the unlikely site of some of the most violent and visually stunning paranormal activity documented in the last several decades, manifesting on camera in the form of aggressive bite marks from invisible jaws and producing a mysterious haunted artifact that continues to stump researchers.
In fact, the ghostly activity inside the long-forgotten walls of the Anderson Hotel has gotten so terrifying, so violent, and so unpredictable that the location has been sealed off and all ghost hunts ceased. We were the last paranormal investigators to spend the night in the building, and we experienced first-hand the frightening reason why the haunted Anderson Hotel’s doors are now locked.
The Anderson Hotel is somewhat of a recent discovery as far as the paranormal goes, thanks in no small part to Waldridge, who visited the building two years ago during an open house, and after doing countless hours of research and digging into the Hotel’s past, uncovered the building’s sordid history of drugs, prostitution, and death. Lots and lots of unnatural death, including at least three suicides. Waldridge had a hunch that he’d uncovered a haunted hidden gem.
Before long, the owners of the building allowed Waldridge and Irvin to begin conducting extended paranormal investigations of the Anderson Hotel. It wasn’t long before the ghostly activity began to kick up, with phantom footsteps echoing through the long halls of the hotel and shadowy figures darting in and out of the untouched rooms, but it wasn’t until Waldridge made a grisly discovery that the paranormal activity began to turn violent.
Wedged under a stairwell in the rear of the building was a mattress with a rusty-brown stain that appeared to be blood. The mattress appeared to the same one that a young girl had cut her wrists on decades earlier in one of the Anderson Hotel’s many suicides. When Waldridge and Irvin dragged the bloody bed to the room where the suicide took place, all hell broke loose. Visitors began to have their hair pulled, strange creatures were spotted dragging themselves along the floor, and eventually, Donnie was bitten.
During our first investigation of the building, Waldridge brought along a bottle of luminol, a chemical used by forensic labs to discover trace amounts of blood at crime scenes. When sprayed on the mattress, the stain lit up like a Christmas tree, confirming that the large, rusty blotch was, indeed, blood.