posted on Mar, 16 2007 @ 01:55 PM
Ok well I have posted a bit on this here and there on the forrums. But I just wanted to share with you all what my expirences were at
The Stanley Hotel in Estes Park Colorado.
I started work at the Stanley in 1999 as a houseman. I quickly was promoted to accounts payable. After a while I went on to be the night auditor.
Being the night auditor at the hotel was loads of fun. I had a routine job bordering on boring because the set tasks I had to preform to get the job
done right were simple. I would get them done in a couple of hours. The rest of the night belonged to me.
Well on to the meat of this thread and why your reading it. Yes the Stanley is haunted by no fewer thain five ghosts. They are distinct entities that
move about the property. For the most part they are not evil or malicious in any way. They for the most part are memories of the people they
represent.
I would hear people talk in the lobby, when no one was there, I would see things out of the courner of my eyes while walking arround. Usualy this was
just one person. The founder and first owner of the hotel F.O. Stanley.
If you went downstairs it would sound like the lobby above you was filled with people walking arround. Downstairs there was "the tunnel" a
passageway from the garden level to the west end of the hotel and beyond that was the employee parking lot, the general managers house, the old gate
house, the old corral and both dorms.
The fourth floor was the most haunted area in the hotel. I was often warry of going up there. One morning while delivering the papers to the various
rooms that had guests I felt a tugg at the back of my pants leg as if a small child was trying to get my attention. I would often get complaints from
people on the fourth floor of a small girl crying and they would want me to investigate the noise. Of course I would never find anything up there but
I have heard the crys before. (the most heartbreaking sound I have ever heard)
Annother time I was in my office working, listining to the blues on internet radio and I went to the bar to smoke a ciggarette, I was siting there
enjoying my break when I turned arround and saw a shaddow stand up from the corner of the bar and walk twards me.
I once was nearly dosing off in my office when a voice screamed out my name. Woke me straight up.
I got loads of stories about the Stanley and I will post them here as time goes on. (and if anyone is interested)