Big Foot?

With the Ogopogo video making the rounds on the web right now, I was inspired to share a “monster sighting” story.

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This story happened in the late 80s near Ruedi Reservoir located near Basalt, Colorado.

While on a camping trip, the story-teller (he wishes to remain anonymous, so we’ll just call him Bob) was out on a hike with family and friends. The hiked through the woods surrounding the reservoir as dusk neared. A rock flew through the trees as if it was thrown. “Bob” and family didn’t see anyone around. There weren’t even very many people camping at the reservoir. It was as alone as one can get on a camping trip here in Colorado without going off the beaten path into the back country.

While they peered into the trees trying to find the source of the tossed rock, one of “Bob’s” family members saw what he thought was a large animal running away. It was bigger than your average person and moved on two feet instead of four. It looked like it had long red fur.

When I first heard this story, I couldn’t help but laugh. It seemed way too ridiculous to be true. The sincerity of “Bob” while he told the story got to me though. He is a trusted source of information, so while I don’t believe he saw Big Foot I think he saw something that day.

What are your thoughts on Big Foot? Is it a monster, or maybe an animal that hasn’t been classified yet? Fodder for paranormal enthusiasts, or something better let for Cryptozoologists?


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Isn’t Halloween Over?

I don’t think whatever lurks in my home got the message. Halloween is over! Pack it in! Go home! Go where ever it is you belong until next year!

I couldn’t sleep last night and ended up wandering the house at 1:30 AM after watching Bill Maher. (See, I wasn’t even watching anything scary!) The house was dark except for the night lights in the kids’ rooms. I didn’t turn any lights on, so there wasn’t a source of light to throw any shadows. I saw shadows anyway. Two of them to be exact. One in the dining room and one in the living room. They had the outline of a head an shoulders, but kind of faded away where there were supposed to be feet. I really need to carry my camera around all the time, so I can catch evidence of the little buggers.

They aren’t frightening or aggressive, just there. Have you seen shadow people before? What do you think of them?

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Third Bridge (Ghost Bridge)

This is one of those stories that begs the question: Does the ghost story make the ghost, or does the ghost make the ghost story?

The Third Bridge is out on County Line Rd., east of Aurora. To me, the surroundings around the bridge are creepy. It’s out in the middle of nowhere, and surrounded by twisted old Cottonwood (I think?) trees. There are a couple of houses nearby, but it feels like you are the only person alive out there. I was there in the middle of the day when I drove out to check it out, and it may be my urban roots showing, but I was unnerved by the silence.

The original story of the Third Bridge is that of a Native American massacre. It is said one can hear drums that get louder the longer you sit on the bridge. There are also stories af a ghost rider in the trees or riding along the bridge. I can’t find any information to support either of those stories, but that doesn’t stop people from driving out there looking for a cheap thrill.

The desire to see the ghost rider and hear the drums is what may have caused the real tragedy at the Third Bridge. In June, 1997 a horrific car accident happened on the bridge. Two cars, holding 15 teens and one pre-teen between the two of them, raced into the night to go see the area. The first car crested the hill, lost control and smashed into the guard rail. The driver of the second car, after seeing the first car wreck, tried to stop, but accidentally pressed the gas pedal instead of the break. They also lost control and smashed into a tree. In the end, two teens were killed and the driver of the first car is permanently disabled.

The Third Bridge or Ghost Bridge is primed for a haunting after the horrific tragedy to happened there in the summer of 1997. I don’t know whether or not it is actually haunted, because I have not spent much time out there. What do you think? Do the ghosts of those teenagers still hang around the bridge? Are there really any Native American spirits? What about the ghost rider? If the bridge is indeed haunted, it is doing a good job keeping its’ secrets.


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Heritage Square

Heritage Square, located in Golden, is a neat shopping village/amusement park designed for families. It’s the home of the Alpine Slide and the Heritage Square Music Hall. It may also be home to a ghost or two. There doesn’t seem to be much solid evidence to suggest a haunting, but there are many stories.

Star Crossed Lovers

The most popular story is of a young man falling in love with a Native American girl. Her tribe passed through the area and the man fell instantly in love. Tribe elders forbid the girl from seeing the young man. The story comes to its tragic end when the young man chases after the tribe in a horse-drawn wagon, and ends up dying. It is unknown whether his death was an accident, or if the story has a more sinister ending. People report hearing the sound of galloping hoofbeats and hearing a male’s voice yelling for someone to wait.

Orbs and EVPs

One of my favorite local paranormal groups investigated Heritage Square years ago (early 2000s maybe?) and used to have their findings of their investigations posted on their website. Unfortunately, they have overhauled their site and all the evidence of their old investigations was removed. I remember them having a few cool orb pictures and one disturbing EVP. It sounded like a little boy. Just thinking about it gives me chills.

Spider Mansion

While you may not be able to catch a real ghost out at Heritage Square, you can definitely get scared. Spider Mansion is the haunted house open every October on the property. It’s not the most chilling haunted house out there, but it’s not shabby.

Final Thoughts

I believe there may be some sort of paranormal activity at Heritage Square, but I don’t necessarily believe the Native American/pioneer love story. It stinks of an urban legend to me. What do you think?

Ghostly Visitors

Well, they’re back. My ghostly visitors have returned to my house. The activity isn’t alarming, but it’s steady. I know I can smudge my house with white sage to clean it out again, but I am curious what my visitors want, if anything. Are they just passing through? Do they come here for a reason? Are they lost? I plan to find out. They can stay as long as they don’t start scaring anyone! I’ll give you a rundown of what I’ve seen and experienced so far.

1. Shadow People

The shadow people are back. They’re in the living room and on the stairs. I haven’t seen them anywhere else yet. They aren’t “scary” at all. It feels like they’re just watching.

2. Smells

My garage sometimes smells like pipe tobacco and that mildew-y moist smell of basements in humid climates. I live in the dry-as-bones suburbs of Denver, so the smell doesn’t make sense. Nobody in my household smokes a pipe. Neither do the neighbors. I am starting to believe my Grandfather is hanging around my garage. He died 16 years ago. He smoked a pipe and had a small room off the garage at his house in Maryland he called the Eagle’s Nest. It was his space that nobody was allowed in, unless they were invited. The Eagle’s Nest was his own private club house, and he spent a lot of time in there. Our garage smells exactly like his pipe and the funky smell of the Eagle’s Nest.

3. Stuff Moving Around

I’m not saying this points to ghosts, because I may be the most scatter-brained person on the planet, but small objects are moving around my house. Things like a pen I swore I left on the dining room table just a minute ago turns up in the basement on the floor. Objects on the kitchen counter are all moved just a bit. Not enough to be very noticeable, but enough for me to have the feeling that something isn’t quite right.

4.  Ball of Light

Now this one is my biggest experience to date. I was in bed watching TV late one Saturday night. My husband was in bed and already asleep. There was a flash of light to my right (my hubby’s side of the bed) and when I looked over, it was like the beam from a flashlight about two feet above the bed by the wall. There isn’t anything reflective for the light of the TV to bounce off of, and all the lights in our room were turned out. I actually jumped out of bed and turned on the overhead light. The ball of light gave me the willys! That was a couple of weeks ago, and I haven’t seen it since. I hope whatever that was decides to stay out of my room from now on!

What do you think? Can you explain away any of these experiences?

Red Rocks Ampitheatre

Red Rocks Amphitheatre, located in Morrison, CO, is a world-renowned natural amphitheatre. It is one of the most beautiful places for outdoor concerts; the sound is great! Many believe, along with being an entertainment venue, it is haunted.

Red Rocks has a rich history for hauntings. There is the spirit of a man who haunts the amphitheatre itself and is most often seen beyond the rails in the “restricted” areas. He is most often described as wearing prospector garb. That is believable considering Colorado’s long mining history. I have heard he isn’t a friendly ghost. I have not encountered him myself, so I can’t say one way or the other what this spirit’s disposition may be.

What I find the most interesting is the stories of the ghosts at the Trading Post . The location has all the classic elements of a haunt. Footsteps, cold spots, moving objects, and a general feeling of creepiness all happen at the Trading Post. Whatever lurks there isn’t dangerous as far as employees are concerned. I think the spirits that hang around the Trading Post are mischievous at worst and curious at best. Maybe they just want to let others know they are there.

Here is a link to a news story about the Trading Post at Red Rocks:

Is Red Rocks Haunted?

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A Ghost Story to Wrap Up the Week

It’s Friday, so I’ll share a personal ghost story of mine to wrap up the week.

A few years ago, some really strange things started happening in my house. It started with my husband seeing “shadow people” early in the morning while he was getting ready for work. Sometimes he would see them out of the corner of his eye, but he saw one most often straight on in our dining room as he came up the stairs every morning.

It wasn’t long before I started seeing them too. The shadow people aren’t threatening or anything, but they are quite surprising when you aren’t expecting to see them! I saw one all the time by the front door. It wasn’t very tall, was pitch black, and only seemed to have a head and shoulders; the rest of the body was blob like without any real form.

Now, if the shadow people were the only thing that happened, I wouldn’t be writing this now. There are people who argue that “shadow people” aren’t ghosts or even paranormal. Soon enough, other things started happening.

It was summer time and my husband and I were in the kitchen making dinner while our children were playing in the backyard. A scuffling noise came from the bathroom. I went to check it out. I thought maybe one of the kids managed to sneak by us and were messing around in the bathroom. I walked down the hallways prepared to chase one of our munchkins back down the hall, but when I got to the bathroom, the light was on and the cabinet doors above the toilet were wide open.

I know the light was off and the doors were shut just minutes before, because I had just helped one of the kids go to the bathroom (we were in the midst of potty training at the time.) I was the one who turned of the light, and nobody messes with the cabinet until I open it to get tooth brushes and tooth paste at the end of the day when I help the kids through their bedtime routine.

I made my husband double-check all the kids were still outside and then I showed him the bathroom. He thought it was strange, but not scary or anything. We went back to the kitchen to get back to dinner. As we walked into the kitchen, the door to our dishwasher opened. Again, I know it was latched shut, because I was leaning against it before I went to see what was going on in the bathroom. That was the end of the activity for the day.

Over the next few days, there was more shadow people seen by my husband and myself, but nothing really noteworthy happened.

The next week, I had enough. My middle son started crying about monster who shook his bed every night. He has never been a monster-under-the-bed kid before. As a matter of fact, I don’t think he is afraid of anything. I’m OK with ghosts who want to play around with adults, but scare my kids and we can’t be friends anymore.

I don’t think we were dealing with a malevolent presence. I think it was just someone or something that was curious about us. I ended up getting mad the third night my son cried over the “monster” and told whatever it was it was no longer welcome in my house and to go away.

The activity stopped. My ghostly guest must have realized it over stayed its’ welcome.

As of this post, the activity has started up again. I am seeing things late at night again. Do you think my ghostly friends are back, or is it just my imagination?

Cheesman Park

Cheesman Park is an 80 acre slice of greenery in the heart of Denver. It is perfect for jogging, leisurely walks, picnics, or even just a nice place to spread a blanket under a tree and enjoy a good book. Now, what could any of this possibly have to do with ghosts? Well, Cheesman Park used to be known as Mount Prospect Cemetery.

The cemetery opened in 1858. Bodies rapidly piled in due to typhoid and other diseases common at the time. By 1893 the cemetery was closed and officials determined the land should be used as a park. Here’s where it gets dicey. Workers were paid by the body to dig up the graves and move them to other local cemeteries. Wokers were accused of making one body look like several, so they could get paid more. Remains left unclaimed by loved ones were left on the side of what is now 8th Ave.  The stories of how the dead were treated are ghastly. It is one of the more gruesome tales of Denver’s history.

Today, the park is supposedly a ghostly hot spot. I can understand why with the grotesque past. People report a sense of being watched or followed while walking in the park at night. Others have reported seeing mist like figures and hearing crying or footsteps.

Do you think disturbed grave sites could lead to a haunting?

The local news ran a story regarding Cheesman back in March 2011. Check it out!

Cheesman Park Video

Riverdale Road

While doing a little research on some of my favorite haunts this morning, I ran across stories about Riverdale Road. I thought it would be fun to share some of the claims about this stretch of pavement. I personally think the stories are all Urban Legends. I have driven the road late at night many times myself and never heard or saw anything.

Riverdale Road is located in Thornton, Colorado and is easily accessed from 104th. It runs along the edge of a couple of subdivisions, but is mostly in a rural area. Twisted Cottonwood trees stand along the edges of Riverdale like deformed sentries.  The road has several blind curves that are unsafe in bad weather. Riverdale Road is allegedly the home to one of Hell’s Gates, a phantom Camaro with one headlight out, ghosts of slaves, remnants of black magic and witchcraft, a ghost lady, phantom black dogs, ghost children, and the jogger of Jogger’s Hill.

Jogger’s Hill – Dirt Road just off Riverdale Road, although I think it has been developed.

The story says a car hit a jogger on a dirt road at the crest of the hill. The driver panicked and sped off and left the jogger to die. The jogger’s ghost haunts the area and tries to attack any motorist who parks at the crest of the hill to admire the view. If you want to see the jogger, you are supposed to park at the top of the hill late at night and turn off your headlights and engine. If you listen carefully,  you will hear the sound of someone running on the road somewhere behind your car. They will continue to come closer and closer. People have reported handprints on their windows, and banging noises on the sides and back of the car like someone is hitting or kicking it. You aren’t supposed to let the jogger come up to the driver side window or he will try to kill you, at least that’s how the legend goes.

Hell’s Gates – I’m still not entirely sure where this is located exactly since the story varies from person to person.

The Gates of Hell are supposedly along Riverdale Road. It is said unspeakable things happen there. I’m not so sure about this story, especially since some people say the Gates of Hell is actually a chicken coop. I’m not so sure chicken wire and eggs are the work of the Devil.

Phantom Camaro

The story says a black 70s Camaro wrecked along Riverdale Road back in the 70s. The driver perished in the wreckage, but his ghost remains. If you are driving late at night and come across a black Camaro with a headlight out, don’t, under any circumstances, race it! You will race to your death! This one sounds more like a cautionary tale about street racing if you ask me.

Ghost Lady

The ghost lady is supposed to appear alongside Riverdale Road dressed in white. If you stop to offer her a ride, she will accept, but disappear before she ever gets in the car.

Ghosts of Slaves

Allegedly, slaves in the area were tortured, abused and hanged on the farms surrounding Riverdale Road in the 1800s. If you look closely, you can see the bodies of the hanged slaves in the trees as you drive down the road. There are no records of slavery or abuse of slaves in the area that I have found.

As you can see, Riverdale Road is rich with local legends, and it can be a fun and spooky ride. I think the legends are just that; legends. I don’t think there is any real truth to any of the stories, but I will let you be the judge. Do you think Riverdale Road is really haunted?