haunted locations near hot springs

i found this online from the old caregiver The Mayberry springs Inn/tavern is truly haunted. How would I know? because I was the caretaker there from early 1977 to 1988.
In the spring of 1977, my then wife, and I rented the small caretakers house that sat on the east side of the Inn. The small house is no longer there because of vandals destroying, and finally burning it down. It was in fact used as servents quarters long ago, and during modern times had an additonal room built on.
I rented the house from a trustee of that time named Mister Middleton Wooten. A very nice old gentleman. He would on occassion call to talk about the history of the Inn, and assure me the alledged stories of the old house being haunted, were made up by thrill-seekers of days gone by.
I, at first had no reason to believe otherwise, until strange things started happening to me.
My reasons for moving to that house was to live in the country, and work on my music, I was then, and still am a musican. The old Inn provided the perfect place to practice, and form a rock band. My friends would come out, we would go over to the old house, and play music into the early hours of the morning.
What struck me as being odd was the fact, our music started out as blues. A few weeks later we were playing demonic fueled, intense, ear-splitting music that seemed to come from somewhere other than our own thoughts. It got worse, it got to the point where any time people came out to listen, they would start fighting amoung themselves, and us.
I would on most evenings, go over to the Inn, turn the lights on in the front room, and get things ready for our practice session. I had run a cable from the main breaker out front of the house to inside, because the house itself had no wiring or plumbing.
The first months of doing this, I would notice what sounded like voices talking within the house, then would hear knocking in the walls once I was inside. Always three knocks, a pause then three more. The fact that I was a young man at the time, only made these sort of things exciting. I didn't realize at the time, I was slowly being invaded, or possessed by an evil, greedy enitity. I don't know what else it could have been, because it took over my life completely. It or them, wanted me to entertain them with music, violence, and anything dark, and unclean.
All of the things that happened to myself, and others out there, have been kept silent for thirty years now, for obvious reasons. I know what I went through, and witnessed. Others have remained skeptical, because, perhaps they weren't there to see for themselves.
The lights, or what some refer to as orbs, were constantly active many nights, before, during, and after our sessions. It was normal to see as many as half a dozen orbs appearing in and through the walls of the front room of the house. Myself, and the other two band members thought it was entertaining to watch. We never considered or made the connection between their presence, and the influence they had on our minds. The music continued to evolve to the point of our instruments taking on a life seperate from our abilities as musicians.
The presence followed me anywhere I went on the property. The caretakers house I actually lived in had the same enities as the Inn. I would walk through the house, leave my car keys lying on the kitchen table while I changed clothes in the bedroom. Five minutes later I would walk back through ready to leave, reach for my keys, and they would be gone. No one else in the house but my self, my wife always left earlier than I. I would turn the house upside down looking for those keys, only to see them lying once again on the kitchen table. This little trick was played on me many times over the years I lived there.
i began to feel threatened by something that was constantly around me. A presence that could only be described as evil. I decided to attempt some sort of defense I had read about pertaining to witchcraft. A barrier of bent pins in glass bottles, and buried a foot deep around the perimeter of the caretaker house. Just one of those foolish tricks you always hear about. To this day, they are still buried there. The idea didn't work, in fact, I believe it may have agitated the spirits even more. I couldn't sleep because of night terrors, or nightmares. My marriage was falling apart, and my day job as well. The odd thing was, I didn't care, I became more interested in entertaining the enities than keeping my own sanity.
I decided to get a dog for keeping wild animals away, and found two young Great Danes. They were good pets, and kept people from snooping around the place while I was at work. Every night, they would follow me over to the old house, and sit out in the front yard while I went inside. The strange thing was, they never would go over to the Inn on their own. They would sit at my little house, barking, and looking at the Inn for hours. Once a week I would get boxes of scrap meat from local resturants to feed my dogs (They were huge) with their regular meals. One night in particular, I carried a huge box of meat weiging close to fifty pounds, over to the Inn, and set it down in the front yard for the dogs. They followed me, and I went inside the house, and built a fire in the fireplace, it was cold that night. The dogs began to howl, and bark at something outside. They were growling, runnning around in circles, and staring toward the roof of the house. The heavy box of meat sat on the crown of the roof. i don't know what carried it up there, but whatever it was, it had to be strong enough to lift all that weight.
My dogs, and I left for the evening: that was too much to deal with until I could calm down a bit.
Sadly, a few months after that incident, one of the dogs died. He had been mutilated by someone, or something. The othe dog, the female, died shortly after of what I can only think of as a broken heart. They were a breeding pair I had bought from a friend.
I've left out a lot of detail in this story of my time at the Mayberry Inn, but to this day, thirty one years later, it still has a profound affect on my life, and my belief in spirits, hauntings, possession, and demons that made their presence known to me.
A few years ago, a friend of mine died. He was just as affected by that house as I was, he was the bass player in my band. He knew as well as I did, that these things do exist in our world.