Boy, it’s been a good bit since I’ve posted on here! I’ve been a little busy starting a new job and obsessing over Dear Evan Hansen (I’m a little late to the party, I know.) I’ve also been spending a ridiculous amount of time watching YouTubers play with ouija boards and other paranormal games that are obviously totally authentic and not faked at all. No one lies on the internet! It’s put me in the mood to talk more about some of my spooky experiences, but I promise none of these involved any vlogging or overdramatic screaming.
For some reason, my family always ends up going to haunted places whenever we go on vacations. I think the only one we’ve been to that I will confirm is for real haunted is the Stanley Hotel in Estes Park, Colorado. You may know it better as the hotel that inspired Stephen King to write The Shining. Yeah, it’s actually no joke.
The first time we went, it was July and we got there in the mid-afternoon. That means it was stinking hot. Believe it or not, hundred year old buildings don’t have the greatest central air, so we had the ceiling fan on and were chilling on the bed for a bit. An important thing to remember: the fan generated a little air flow, but it really wasn’t powerful enough for us to feel a breeze laying on the bed beneath it.
As we’re watching Jay Leno talk about the Stanley Steamer on one of their looping channels, my mom suddenly goes, “my hair just moved.” She had watched as a chunk of her hair laying on her chest had been picked up, moved to the left, and dropped again. I was laying between her and my dad and can confirm that none of us had been moving. Moving generates too much heat, and we are not about that.
We tried to chalk it up to the fan at first, but the fan hardly had the power to make my frizzy ends flutter. My dad jumped up and put his hand by my mom’s head and the air was freezing cold in this one pocket. We followed it a couple feet away from her head before it disappeared which was a little weird in a room that was a little toasty.
I try to find an explanation before I chalk something up to the paranormal, but that one we couldn’t explain besides spirits have no concept of personal space. We decided to let the beyond have the run of the room for a bit and go get some lunch after that.
The second time we went, my sister came along, so we decided to go on the hotel tour again. Our tour guide was a little quirky so when she said she was a medium, we were kinda like alright, whatever you say. At one point, she stood in the “vortex” at the bottom of a staircase (where the energy that’s collected as people go around the stairs for years is funneled I think) and waved her arm around trying to get a spirit to come out.
I was probably thinking something along the lines of “let’s move this along, crazy lady” when she told us there was a child there named KT. It was pretty chill until the bottom of her skirt started to cave in like a kid was standing there and you could see a little hand print on her skirt. Maybe that could be faked, I don’t know, but that was weird.
We were about to giddy up on the tour when she asked if anyone wanted to hold KT’s hand. My dad, the brave soul, volunteered for the job. She transferred KT to “the indian man’s” hand or whatever (my dad was wearing a Blackhawk’s jersey, and I guess ghost children don’t get the concept of names, so she dubbed him indian man) and he said his left hand and leg immediately went cold and staticy right where a little kid would be if they were leaning against you. That feeling stayed as we continued up to the next floor. Our guide asked if KT could pinch my dad’s hand, and he said the static intensified right in the middle of his hand in response.
At one point, he said that the feeling moved from his left hand and leg over to the right like KT had switched sides. Our guide looked back a little after that happened and actually commented on her moving over. That made more of a believer out of me right there.
After a while KT wandered off to do what ghost children do I guess and my dad didn’t feel the cold staticy sensation anymore. Just so we don’t think my dad was making things up, we all could feel it too when we put our hands where KT was supposed to be chillin with my pops. It was the same sensation that happened in my old house when we had the weird dousing rods experience, but you’ll have to read my last post on paranormal stuff for that!
I have a few more stories from The Stanley, but these are the most definitive for me. If nothing else, The Stanley is an incredibly beautiful hotel to visit. If you find yourself in Estes Park, I’d at least recommend you drive out towards it just to see if from afar!
That’s all I’ve got for you today! I’ll probably keep up the posts like this every once in a while since I am chock full of these kinds of stories. I don’t know about you, but I love to read about this kind of stuff regardless of whether I believe it actually happened to the person or not. Like the YouTube videos! I definitely don’t believe any of those “crazy ouija board gone wrong” videos are legit, but I still get a kick out of watching. Anyway, thanks so much for reading, and I’ll see you when I see you!