Evidently Kate checked into the hotel in 1892, and committed suicide by shooting herself in the head five days later. Presumably the cause was a failed love affair (is there ever a better reason?) Ever since Kate's passing there have been repeated sightings of her ghost, plus numerous mishaps and phenomena attributed to her restless spirit.
We may have had our own run-in with Kate's ghost last week. At the end of a musical show in the main ballroom, the sound system mysteriously went out just as the chorus was reaching the climax of their finale. Someone said a drunken salesman had tripped over a cable, but the rest of us suspected Kate was a music critic.
Is your hometown the source of any local legends or ghost stories? Have any of them made their way into your fiction?
Note: I had a devil of a time getting this post done on my iPad--I battled gremlins galore, plus the one picture I had of Kate Morgan mysteriously failed to display in the post. You draw your own conclusions.