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Old Mining Town

June 2009

Hi, I am a member of a paranormal investigative team based out of Colorado. We go around and try to collect evidence of life after death and other unexplainable phenomena. This is a narrative of one of our trips up the mountain to an old mining town, and our encounters there.

Like a lot of new paranormal groups just starting out, we usually frequented cemeteries. We got word of some really old ones, up in a town about an hour's drive from Denver. So we decided to take the trip one night and go searching. So the 4 members of our team that were available hopped in a car with our equipment and started out. We reached the town and couldn't for the life of us find these cemeteries, so we had to stop and ask, and hope that whoever we did ask dint start asking questions back. Much to our surprise not only did we get excellent directions but also were told that the cemeteries were a hot spot for people coming out, trying their luck at ghost hunting and they were open to the public, even at night... meaning we wouldn't have any run-ins with the police... hopefully. We get to the cemeteries and start putting our things together, when we notice just how old the tombstones really were there, 1800's. And there were a lot of cemeteries, like 5 or 6 all in one area and hidden in a wooded piece of land. We started our investigation and we got a few unexplained noises and things like that and just as we are really starting to get into it, we see a huge light flash up at us. So of course we are thinking the guy at the gas station lied and these are cops telling us to scram. We start our way down the hill through the trees, and see that it's not the police but another ghost hunting group. We start a conversation and they tell us about a building in town that if we were to go talk to the owner would probably let us investigate it for a while. We said our thanks and goodbyes and decided to take a chance with the owner of the property they were talking about (I'm leaving out the name of the town and building because there was some turmoil a few months after this because of the publicity the ghosts were apparently bringing the town).

We found the building and then met with the owner and he agreed to let us walk the building for a few minutes. It was a beautiful 4 story building, and very old from the look and smell of it. My part in the group is what I call a "sensor", simply because I don't know what else to call what I do. I have never been able to explain it, and I've had it my whole life, but I just seem to be able to pick up emotions and auras surrounding places and people, living and dead... basically I can feel if there was something traumatic in an environment, that caused heavy amount of emotional distress. And I can also tell if you are a good or bad natured person, from the first time I meet you... nice trait to have, most of the time. Anyways we were told it had once been a brothel/burlesque theater as well as a hotel. I could feel the bitter-sweetness of the place. So myself and a fellow investigator decided to hole up in one of the brothel rooms.

We were in there for all of 5 minutes when we heard what sounded like a child's voice. Nothing distinguishable, but very high pitched. We were pretty startled by this and decided to regroup and go investigate other areas. We went to the stage area, and we were informed here that a man had hung himself behind the right side of the stage; there the curtains were pulled in and out. We went back there and though nothing happened, I got the very distinctive feeling that whoever had died there did not kill themselves, I was getting the feeling his death was caused by someone else. From there we went up to the 4th floor. There is a separate elevator that takes you to that floor. As soon as we stepped off the elevator there was a feeling of oppression. Like someone didn't want us to be up there AT ALL. I glanced around the room and, I remember it like it was yesterday, I saw a grey outline of what looked to me to be an old woman hunched over in a chair. She was gone just as fast as I saw her though, and as much as I'd like to say I was brave and ran over to the chair and tried to find out where she disappeared to. Honestly I was frozen half with shock half with fear. I wouldn't step any further into the room, and when my teammates had decided they were done we agreed to go downstairs to the ballroom. There we were told that a former prostitute liked to converse with people in the room.

We started talking and all of a sudden the chandelier started dimming, then got brighter, then got dimmer again. We also noticed that the room's temperature greatly decreased so much that it was July and we could see our breaths. We started taking pictures, a lot of "orbs" but we discounted them as dust from an old building...we didn't notice anything else until we started analyzing the photos. We caught one great photo of what we believe to be a man standing in the doorway at the top of the stairs. You can make out what appears to be the side of his face as well as a shoulder, the rest just fades to blackness. We were so astonished at this photo we couldn't wait to return, and we did, however the only evidence recovered during later visits were EVPS (which I will look into how to post them on here as well) but I do have the photo posted that shows the man in the doorway. I truly feel that this was one of the most paranormal active places I have ever been to.

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