As a psychic medium, I've always been attuned to the energies that swirl invisibly around us. But nothing quite prepared me for the experience I had at the Mizpah Historical Hotel in Tonopah, Nevada, a place as rich in history as it is in spectral inhabitants.A Night Like No OtherIt was a chilly evening when I checked into the hotel, the lobby a grandiose gateway to the past. The air was thick with the scent of aged wood and a hint of something else—something ethereal. I had heard stories of the hotel's haunted reputation, but as someone who communicates with the other side, I was skeptical yet intrigued.The Haunting BeginsThe haunting began subtly. A whisper here, a shadow flitting there. At first, I thought it was just the hotel settling into the night. But as I tuned in, I realized these were not mere creaks and groans of an old building. They were voices, echoes of the past clamoring to be heard.An Encounter with the PastIn my room, the atmosphere grew dense, as if the air itself was charged with anticipation. That's when I saw her—a spectral figure in a Victorian gown, her expressio