I live in a hotel turned apartment built in 1907. It comes as no surprised that it is haunted. Running foot steps down the hall, a woman’s cry in the courtyard and a marriage turned murder in a room on the third floor. Not to mention, the basement has a giant and completely empty (and locked) coal room that was used to heat the whole building. The most frequent activity in my personal apartment is the ghost cats. Harmless, but always darting around in a frenzy. Nothing sinister at The Chelsea (that I have encountered) but still very active from the humans (and animals) who have passed in and out of the space for 100+ years.
Submitted by Ellie.