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You won't want to go to sleep after hearing these stories from baseball's most haunted hotels

Frightening tales from baseball's most haunted hotels

By Michael Clair

While being a professional baseball player is pretty sweet, there is one drawback: lots of travel. And the worst parts of all those trips are, obviously, the haunted hotels. 

For example: Mickey Bradley and Dan Gordon reported in their book, Haunted Baseball, Travis Hafner's bed shook while staying at the Partridge Inn as a member of the Savannah Sand Gnats. Carlos Pena has said he always had a "tough time" sleeping at Shoney's Inn in Bozier City, Louisiana. 

Then there's the Renaissance Vinoy in St. Petersburg, Fla. -- a hotel so spooky, former reliever Scott Williamson related this story: 

"I was asleep on my stomach and all of a sudden it felt like someone was pushing down on my back and I couldn't breathe. I thought maybe it was a cramp or something but then I rolled over and looked over at the window and there was this guy standing there ...

"It was a guy wearing old-fashioned clothes, like something you might see in the 1930s or '20s. He had a top hat ... and he was just looking right at me ... I jumped up and turned on the lights but he was gone."

But the worst of them all has to be the Pfister Hotel in Milwaukee. The hotel, reportedly haunted by its original owner, Charles Pfister, has been compared to Disneyland's Haunted Mansion by Giancarlo Stanton . Even players like Pablo Sandoval, Jason Heyward and Justin Upton have paid their own way to stay somewhere else. 

Carlos Gomez has heard voices when he stepped out of the shower. Adrian Beltre's TV and air conditioner kept turning on and off during his stay. Brendan Ryan saw a "moving light" going through the room and Mike Cameron is certainly no fan of the paranormal:  

Fortunately, former Ranger Michael Young has a system for dealing with the spirits: 

"A couple of years ago, I was lying in bed after a night game, and I was out. My room was locked, but I heard these footsteps inside my room, stomping around. I'd heard all these stories about this hotel, so I was wide awake at that point. And then I heard it again, these footsteps on the floor, so I yelled out, "Hey! Make yourself at home. Hang out, have a seat, but do not wake me up, okay?" After that, I didn't hear a thing for the rest of the night. I just let him know he was welcome, that we could be pals, that he could marinate in there for as long as he needed to, just as long as he didn't wake me up."

So far though, no reports of any more activity from the Sedgewick Hotel: