Creepy Doings

[innerSpaceman]

Ok, this one isn't serial killers.


It's GHOSTS!


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I used to live in a Hollywood Apartment complex that was converted from Rudolph Valentino's Guest Villas. (Calling Snowflake, Calling Snowflake, please confirm).

Anyway, my apartment was haunted. Most times not unpleasantly so. Voices in the closets. Footsteps on the staircases when no one else was home.

Ok, the rampant poltergiest activity was bothersome. Cabinet doors opening, and well ... things flying off shelves while you watch in amazement more than horror.


But one thing really got to me ... and I didn't like living there after that.




I got out of the shower one morning to find the small bathroom mirror fogged up as usual. But as I stared into it, the letters "E" "V" "A" were drawn in the mirror by an invisible finger.




Valentino's mistress was named 'Eva.'





side note: The movie Ghost Story featured a ghost named "Eva" who, at one point, drew her name on a fogged mirror. Freaked me the Fu<k Out!

[Snowflake]

Originally Posted by innerSpaceman

Ok, this one isn't serial killers.

I used to live in a Hollywood Apartment complex that was converted from Rudolph Valentino's Guest Villas. (Calling Snowflake, Calling Snowflake, please confirm).

Address please? You're not thining where the Garden of Allah used to be?

Valentino owned 2 houses, one in Whitley Heights (torn down make way for the freeway, you can still see part of the foundation from said Hwy Freweway) and the second Falcon Lair off Cielo (and the Stables of Falcon Lair were converted to a house on Cielo, down below Falcon Lair proper).

He also lived in a bungalow on Sunset Blvd. that until last year still stood and was a camera shop and later a beauty salon (6612 Sunset across from the Church of the Blessed Sacrament).

He also was reported to live in the old Formosa Apartments.

The former owner of Falcon Lair told me Valentino or someone haunted the music room (library in RV's time).

Eva? Who the heck is Eva? Never heard of her!

[innerSpaceman]

Originally Posted by Snowflake

Address please?

I don't know the exact address, but the (modern) entrance is on Highland, north of Milner (which is the street north of Franklin). It's very close to the Hollywood Freeway.

Originally Posted by Snowflake

Eva? Who the heck is Eva? Never heard of her!

OMG, you mean these were just old wives tales told at these old apartments? The whole thing about Valentino's guest Villas and mistress Eva pure myth or worse???


Then I have to wonder who the ghost named EVA really was! Which, for some reasons, freaks me out completely!!!

[Snowflake]

Originally Posted by innerSpaceman

I don't know the exact address, but the (modern) entrance is on Highland, north of Milner (which is the street north of Franklin). It's very close to the Hollywood Freeway.


OMG, you mean these were just old wives tales told at these old apartments? The whole thing about Valentino's guest Villas and mistress Eva pure myth or worse???


Then I have to wonder who the ghost named EVA really was! Which, for some reasons, freaks me out completely!!!

I'm not good at geography, Valentino could well have shared an apartment in the area of Whitley/Franklin, etc. He also lived for a time (and I do not know the address) with his friend cameraman Paul Ivano. But I thought that was at the Formosa Apartments (and I do not remember where they were)

I'm not surprised if they were old wives tales. They still go on, there is a new club opening on Hollywood Blvd. that claims to have been a former speakeasy in the 1920s and they're touting Valentino was part owner. He wasn't. He was not a good businessman by any stretch and did not invest in real estate (not like Mary Pickford, the oft quoted "Doug [Fairbanks] paid the bills, Mary bought the corner lots") Aside which, being from the lower portion of the boot in Italy, he would have known better than to get involved with anything Mafia. I'm sure, however, that he did have a bootlegger, everyone did. I digress, old wives tales abound in hauntings (like everyone you can name haunts the Roosevelt Hotel).

Eva, who knows?