The Ghost of Bella Rosina Newman-O’Cannon. I knew about her. Most of us did who worked at the inn. Room 112. It sat near the gazebo and stared out at the narrow, wooden pier that hung over the manmade, deep fishing pond. Those who stayed in the room said it was haunted and would never return for a second overnight stay, fearing Bella Rosina’s random and chaotic visits. Many guests of the room claimed that they had seen a mysterious and beautiful peach-faced woman open and close its front door. She stepped into the grassy courtyard and wispily walked down to the pier where she stood for quite some time. Such activity occurred during the moonlight. Visitors’ stories were similar: Bella Rosina looked out and over the pond’s gliding surface, perhaps studied its deathly, silver- and moon-reflec
