They were a bit like movie ghosts -- which kind of made a strange amount of sense since so many other things that this hotel did were based off of some kind of media or movie -- that actually might be something to look into later. Another theory for the pile.
"This one isn't evil, it's just... whatever it is," Mike said, pouring himself a drink and then leaning up against the bar while he sipped at it. "That place, the Dolphin -- 1408. That was evil." And he'd fucking killed it, that was all that mattered really. He'd broken the cycle and no one else would die there.
Mike didn't hide his surprise over the way the helmet just popped onto the counter and he rose an eyebrow over it. "Yeah," he said slow. "That'll do it."