I wouldn't spend the night there for love nor money, but that's just me. I'd be too afraid of "company."

We toured it in the mid 90s. Back then at least, on certain days it was a historical tour and on others it was a ghost tour. They got funding from the government (or some such source) for the historical tour and the rules stipulated that if they gave out "ghost tour" info on the historical tour, they would be subject to losing their funding for those days. So basically, the historical days were strictly historical info only, no ghost info. We toured on one of those. I knew nothing about the place, except I'd heard it was haunted, but half the places in that part of LA are supposed to be.....
We took the tour and I was close to the tour guide. I like to stay up front so I can hear. All of a sudden, we moved to a new area and I got this feeling of severe panic. The kind where you HAVE to get OUT or something horrible will happen. It was like an anxiety attack, but sudden and for no reason. All I knew was, I had to get out of that spot because it felt BAD, BAD, BAD.....very ominous.
I told DH to move and go to the back of the group. Poor guy knows better than to ask questions

so he just did it. We had to shove our way out of the tour group. Pardon me, excuse, me, pardon me.....shoving all the while, because I could NOT do this slowly. I was in full flight mode. As soon as I got out of that spot, I was perfectly fine. Breathing and heart rate went back to normal and I wasn't scared anymore. DH asked what had been wrong and I told him. And I avoided that area for the rest of the tour.
A year or so later, we were watching a TV show about America's Most Haunted Homes and they visited The Myrtles. It apparently is haunted in several ways/spots. Sonofagun, if they didn't start telling a story and pan to the EXACT area where I had felt that blind panic. I think they said someone was killed/died on that spot. Whatever. It seems I'm not the only one who has gotten the willies while standing there.
Anyway, that's happened to me before. We'll tour a castle or some old home and walk in a room. I'll tell DH I"ve got to get the hell out and we dash. Later, on the official tour, they tell us that room is the one that's haunted. No duh.

It seems I'm a ghost-o-meter.

So since I seem a bit tooooooooo receptive, there's no way I'd spend the night in a haunted place. Others could stay there a month and never have one thing happen. Which kind are you?