My wife’s father built their cabin in Snowshow Springs back in 1960, when she was about ten years old. A fellow name of Isom ran the bar in the hotel, and the original cabin builders in Snowshoe would often meet up after a hard day’s work for some cold Anchor Steam beer on tap (or so my father-in-law used to tell me). I started coming up in 1978, and she told me the stories about the Dorrington Hotel being haunted, but it all sounded like so many campfire “ghost stories” that were designed to afford cheap entertainment in the form of scaring children half to death while feeding them burnt marshmallows and s’mores. Sigh… those were the days. :o)