Who You Gonna Call … Not Me
Are you a fan of the paranormal? Do you enjoy ghost-chasing shows? If so, you’ve probably seen either Ghost Hunters or Ghost Adventures at some time or another. Both shows are extremely popular and offer numerous experiences in how they contact and deal with the paranormal. Being a fan of both programs, I wish they teamed up, even if it were for only one show. You could call it the Ghost Hunting Adventures Variety Hour starring J.Z., (Jay and Zak) and they could investigate a well known haunting on Halloween weekend. Now that’s entertainment.
I know both shows had the opportunity to investigate the Stanley Hotel in Colorado and yes, both had their own share of personal experiences. Well, yours truly also had a recent stay in Colorado, (albeit not at the Stanley Hotel), and came away with some personal experiences of my own. Let me premise this by saying that I don’t know the first thing about investigating hauntings, and I don’t own an e.m.f. detector, or any other scientific equipment. Frankly, if you tell me the room I’m staying in is haunted, I’d tell you I’d like another room please. That said, this is my experience.
Living in Florida, my kids have never seen snow, so we were on a quest to find some – snow that is, not ghosts. We flew out to Colorado in late December, thinking this may be our best opportunity, and landed in Denver. No snow. What? Don’t panic yet; we haven’t reached our final destination. I rented a car and we drove up into the mountains, right smack into a blizzard. Yeah? Be careful what you wish for. While my wife and children were ecstatic, I was holding on to the wheel with white knuckles trying to keep control of this car going up and down the slippery slopes. I don’t know if it was bravado, or ignorance that led me on as I saw many others pull off on to the shoulder, but I didn’t want to get stranded. I had to reach the hotel. We had snow angels to make!
After two very stressful, but beautiful hours, we arrived at our hotel and checked into a suite. The kids couldn’t wait to go outdoors, but we had to get into our gear. We arrived at the room and when you first opened the doors it immediately brought you into the kitchen, which also opened up to the living room. To the right of the living room was the master bedroom, and to the left was the guest room. Pretty basic, but the bedrooms were separated, the suite was spacious, and the view was magnificent. All in all, we were pleased, and within moments, we exited the room to go outside. Bring on the snow!
Night one. This was the only one that I personally didn’t experience, so you’ll have to take my wife’s word for it. It had been a long day and we were all pretty exhausted, so we went to bed at a decent hour. My wife awoke in the early morning hours due to a bright light that was apparently examining me. When she rolled over, the light flashed into her face, gave her a quick once over, and then went immediately back to me. Before long, it went out. She didn’t think much of it, because she thought the kids were playing a joke.
In the morning she asked which one had entered our room during the night and who had the flashlight. Their blank stares and answers told us that they were all sound asleep. No one had entered our room during the night and I know I certainly didn’t pack a flashlight.
Night two. Ok, we decided to write the previous night off to fatigued. After all, it was early in the morning, and maybe she was still half asleep. Well, after another long, exhausting day on the mountain we closed the night with some dinner and a movie in the living room. Movie done, lights out, kids to bed. This time, I was awoken around three am by the sound of the television in the living room blasting on full volume. I know what you’re thinking, a kid got up, turned on the TV, heard the noise, and in a panic, ran back into their room. I thought the same thing.
So I yelled for them to turn the volume down. After no response, I got up and went into the living room. All the lights were out, but the television was on. I turned the television off and checked in on the kids. They were all sound asleep. How they can sleep through all that commotion was beyond me, but I assure you, they were asleep. In the morning I asked once again, who turned the TV on late last night? My reply was the same as the day before, not me looks staring me in the face. Hmm.
Night three. By now, my wife and I are kind of half joking about having an unwanted visitor in the room, but I shrugged it off thinking, no, you only see that stuff on TV, it’s not real … is it? This time I went to bed much later than usual, waiting for our unwanted friend to arrive. I wanted to solve this mystery once and for all. I would finally be able to tell if it were the kids playing tricks on us, or if it were something else.
I stayed up pretty late that night, waiting and waiting, until finally exhausted, I fell asleep. My wife and I were both awoken the next morning around five am with the sound of our shower turning on. What? C’mon. No, it’s true. We both looked at one another and then looked in the bathroom. We asked who was in there and the water suddenly turned off. I got up to look around and the room was empty. Ok, now I’m convinced, this room is haunted.
Now the normal person in this scenario would have probably checked out of the room by now, but not me, no. I was stubborn. I wasn’t going to be kicked out of my room by some stupid ghost. Plus I only had one more night to go before we left this hotel and moved on to another. Not to mention the fact that I didn’t want to freak out my children. I decided to tough it out. What a mistake that was.
Night four. This night was pure torture. For starters, it was a weird day of happenstances. The lights would turn on and off at will. The radio would turn on and when I went to shut it off, it would continue to play. There were also sporadic temperature drops that would happen throughout the day in a well-heated room. By the time I had to go to bed, I was on edge. This night I wanted to go to sleep. I didn’t want to see what my friend had in store for me. Try as I might though, I couldn’t sleep.
Now I admit, I’m an insomniac, but by now it’s around four in the morning and nothing had happened – nothing. I tossed and turned, waiting, just waiting for something to occur. The anticipation was killing me. Will it be the lights, the TV, the water, how was it going to mess with me tonight? Nothing? Are you kidding me? I stayed up all night and nothing happened? Relief, I guess. Disappointment, not really. Sleepless in Colorado, most definitely.
We checked out of the room the next morning and drove back to Denver. We were out of the mountains, away from the snow, and removed from my frenemy. The wife and I decided we wouldn’t mention anything to the kids until we were back in our home sweet home in sunny Florida, but they did share some pretty questionable experiences of their own to me. I simply shrugged it off and said they must have been dreaming. Do I think the room I stayed in was haunted? I don’t know. Did I encounter some unexplainable experiences? Absolutely. Would I ever stay there again? No way. Maybe someday I’ll share my experience with the Ghost Hunting Adventurers, but until then, I need to watch some different shows.