If you want to combine the thrill of a luxury cruise ship with the fun of not actually going anywhere while also being reminded of the hellish afterlife that will rob you of even the peace of death, have we got a vacation destination for you: The Queen Mary, a cruise ship-turned-hotel, permanently anchored in Long Beach, California.

The bad news is that the claims of hauntings are even more dubious than most, with the usual gory specifics that you’d expect from a haunted hotel replaced with vague creepiness and sightings of a “lady in white,” which is what you call a ghost when you can’t be bothered to spend more than three seconds thinking up a name. The good news for curious hotel guests is that the Queen Mary’s staff offers ghost tours that are longer and more thorough than the standard, non-spooky tour. Plus, the ship’s non-supernatural history — from late-’30s luxury liner to World War II troop transport and back again — is actually pretty interesting, even without getting into haunted creepiness.

Of course, the Queen Mary’s otherwise cheerful, welcoming website hypes up the ghost tours by mentioning dead sailors and “children who drowned in the ship’s pool,” which is the sort of phrase that makes going for a fun, post-tour swim a much more depressing proposition.

Who would’ve ever thought that someone who earned the nickname “Mad” Anthony would’ve had a little trouble finding a restful afterlife?

For those of you who aren’t up on your history, Anthony Wayne served as a general in the American Revolution. He became known for a fiery temper after he was blamed for a few humiliating defeats, including one where his British enemies snuck up on his camp without firing a shot, attacking with bayonets instead to keep quiet. After demanding an opportunity to clear his name, Mad Anthony adopted the whole “let’s stab everyone to death” tactic for himself on multiple occasions. That included one where — as he would later write in a report back to George Washington — he and his men set on their retreating foes with their own bayonets and “took Ample Vengeance.” Capital letters are his, if you’re wondering.

Surprisingly enough, the hot-headed, stab-happy soldier actually died of natural causes in Erie, Pennsylvania in 1796. Thirteen years later, however, his body was dug up and his bones were boiled to remove any remaining flesh so that his son, Isaac, could return him to the family plot down the road in Radnor, Pennsylvania. Unfortunately, Isaac decided that the best way to do this was to stuff as many bones as he could into his saddlebags and ride down a rough rode as fast as possible, leading to the legend that a few of Mad Anthony’s bones were lost along the way on what is now Route 322.

If you’re planning to find him yourself, this one’s a little time-sensitive: Mad Anthony’s spirit is said to haunt Route 322 only on January 1 each year. But hey, if you’re there in the summer looking for bones without ghostly interference and you keep driving past Radnor, you’ll eventually hit an amusement park called Storybook Land. While it’s not said to be haunted at all, it is a small theme park based on fairy tales, and is probably at least a little creepy.

Louisville, Kentucky’s Waverly Hills Sanatorium has the kind of imposing structure and creepy reputation you can only really get from a hospital — specifically one that was built to deal with a tuberculosis epidemic and later expanded because too many people were dying. Looking back, it’s downright Lovecraftian, but to be honest, it was actually pretty advanced for the time. The small, cramped rooms were necessary to house as many patients as possible. There was plenty of fresh air available for early cases. And even the Sanatorium’s infamous “body chute,” in which deceased patients were spirited away in a secret tunnel behind the scenes, was meant to make things less morbid, not more.

The ghostly woman who walks around rattling chains and bleeding from her hands and feet, on the other hand, is what pushes this one over the edge.

Yes, it turns out that the consumption is not exactly a pleasant way to go. Decades of suffering and death before a vaccine was created — and the kind of medical experimentation that seems horrific in retrospect — have led to paranormal investigators to declare Waverly Hills as one of the most haunted places in America, an appelation that it shares with… well, almost everything else on this list. Waverlly’s ghosts, however, go the extra mile in creepiness, with both the chained, bleeding woman and The Creeper, a shadowy figure that skitters along walls and ceilings to terrify anyone who stays in the building too long.

But don’t let that stop you from visiting! After a 2001 renovation project, the Sanatorium offers both paranormal and historically themed tours, and a spoooooky haunted house that runs from late-September to Halloween every year. If you want to go the extra mile, though, you can book a stay overnight that comes complete with a guided paranormal investigation. That one, however, will probably not highlight the effectiveness of vaccines in fighting the TB epidemic. So take it with a grain of salt.

On the one hand, Myrtles Plantation has hyped up its ghostly reputation in ways that are truly unbelievable, even by the standards of invisible cowboys and Al Capone’s ghost rocking a banjo solo in the shower. It’s like they were handed a list of suggestions and just decided to tick off every box. There’ve been rumors that it was built on a Native American burial ground and been appropriately cursed as a result. There are also stories about ghostly children showing up in the house’s windows, and claims that at least ten murders have taken place there, leaving the whole site riddled with ghosts.

On the other hand, despite the fact that it was a plantation in Louisiana — and therefore was, at best, the site of all the horrors that the antebellum South could muster — the claims of the supernatural seem to have been a bit exaggerated. There was, for instance, only one recorded murder at the Myrtles, when William Winter was the victim of the 1871 equivalent of a drive-by shooting. Visitors to the plantation have reported that you can still hear Winter’s footsteps on the stairway, an echo from when he stumbled in to die in his wife’s arms — which would be a pretty neat trick since he died outside on the porch.

All of this, of course, raises the question of just why anyone would want to enhance a place’s reputation to make it sound more haunted. But in what we can only assume is purely coincidental, the Myrtles is also a fully functioning Bed & Breakfast that bills itself (of course) as one of America’s most haunted places.

So yeah: maybe the ghost stories have been built up a bit in the name of tourism. But hey! At least there’s free WiFi!