The finger that twisted through Betsy Gaines Quammen's hair wasn't attached to any living hand.
She was alone in a hallway of the notorious Dumas Brothel in Butte, Montana, researching a forthcoming book about ghost stories and their political and cultural histories, when she felt the startling touch of something supernatural.
A tour guide warned Quammen not to get separated from the group, but she lingered behind. When she quickened her step to catch up, something reached out.
“I felt a finger in my hair curl around one of my locks,” Quammen told Cowboy State Daily. “It was very specific. It was not wind blowing. It was something you would not mistake."
Inside the 43-room Dumas Brothel, Quammen experienced something reported by other visitors and the building’s new owners, who say spi