Ghost Stories from Rocky Mountain Ghost Stories

The Rocky Mountain States are west of the Pacific Coast States. There are six Rocky Mountain States. Clockwise, they are Idaho, Montana, Wyoming, Colorado, Utah, and Nevada.

Colorado
 

The Mischievous Ghost Of The Stanley Hotel — Estes Park, Co

The Forest’s Edge

Nested on the edge of the Rockies like a peculiar artifact of a bygone era, the Stanley Hotel stretches its antiquated head high into the Colorado sky. A grandiose monument adorned with red rooftop tiles that contrast sharply against the azure heavens. It is an old portrait framed in the deep, unending green of the forests and the Breccia cliffs’ rugged grey profile. Yet, this artifact, this elegant antiquity, harbors more than just a stunning view. It hosts beings that belong to a realm untapped by the ordinary senses, beings only whispered about in fearful hush tones when shadows grow long and dancing flames cast eerie, ephemeral silhouettes.

The Stanley Hotel, yes, it is quite a gorgeous sight, quite a memorable retreat for the unsuspecting guest. But those who truly know their way through its twisted tale, those acquainted with the palpable air of disquiet swaddling the baroque lobby and ascending the grand staircase, will tell you tales that make your blood run cold. Tales of apparitions, voices reverberating from deserted corners, and spectral footsteps echoing through the corridors in the eerie stillness of the night. And at the heart of these chilling tales, stands the figure of a man long departed from the plane of the living, F.O. Stanley.

The Mischievous Ghost Of The Stanley Hotel — Estes Park, Co

An Eternal Waltz

Mr. Stanley, the original owner, traded his mortal coil years ago, yet it seems he is quite unwilling to vacate his beloved Stanley Hotel. Stanley and his wife, resplendent in their spectral finery, often continue their eternal waltz in the grand ballroom that resonates with silent music, resonate from a victrola that ought to be silent. The gracious couple occasionally greets their stunned guests, their spectral silhouettes shimmering against the grand staircase’s polished mahogany, or in the hotel’s ancient hallways lined by doors that keep secrets as dreadful as they are enthralling.

But Mr. Stanley, ever the charismatic host, isn’t reserved to just social quarters. He extends his spectral duties, disturbing the peaceful decorum of the staff at the reception. He materializes behind them, observing with a watchful eye, ensuring the hospitality remains as pristine as in his mortal years. All roads, like spectral fingers, leads back to F.O. Stanley.

The Mischievous Ghost Of The Stanley Hotel — Estes Park, Co

The Phantom Menace

It isn’t just the sight of the deceased couple that rattles the guests and staff. It is the intangible presence that wafts through the hallways, an omnipresent uneasiness that lingers in the air, heavy as a funeral shroud. It comes as sudden chills cutting through the comforting warmth of the fireplace, as mirrored reflections not matching their living counterparts or as phantom footsteps that travel the corridors’ lone expanse. The grand halls, where laughter and chatter once thrived, now play host to a chilling concerto of whispers, like the swishing of silk gowns, the clicking of dance shoes, echoes of an endless party deriving from an unknown source.

The piano in the grand ballroom has been known to play on its own, offering renditions of wistful tunes that hark back to the days of Mr. Stanley. Could it be that it is not just his spirit that remains bound to this ethereal plane, but his eternal love for music that plays out every night, an homage to the bygone era?

The Mischievous Ghost Of The Stanley Hotel — Estes Park, Co

Disquiet Nights

However, it is during the quiet languor of the late-night that the Stanley Hotel truly bares its spectral nature. After the sun sinks beneath the Rockies and darkness floods the grand corridors, the hotel transcends into a spectral terrain. Guests have retold their experiences, their nights awash with spectral whispers and phantom caresses. Some woke up to flickering lights, felt unseen presences hovering around them, malign shadows slithering across the wall, or ghostly figures dressed in formal attire watching them from the foot of their beds.

It appears that sleep is a luxury the Stanley Hotel doesn’t afford its guests, not when the veil between worlds grows thin, and spectral beings seize the opportunity to reveal their presence.

The Mischievous Ghost Of The Stanley Hotel — Estes Park, Co

Testaments of the Terrifying

It isn’t just the guests who have their harbinger’s tales to share. The employees, dishes out their share of ghostly encounters over hushed whispers, their words mingling with the eerie quietness, turning the atmosphere thick with an uncanny unease.

They tell tales of doors, shut firmly, creaking open to reveal nothing but dark, empty spaces. Of lights, switched off, flickering back to life with devilish spontaneity or items shuffled and misplace, as if by unseen hands. It seems that the Stanley Hotel carries its residents’ spectral imprints, an ethereal echo of their pasts, pulsating with life, with stories demanding to be seen, heard, and most importantly, to be feared. Such is the terrifying beauty of the Stanley Hotel.

The Mischievous Ghost Of The Stanley Hotel — Estes Park, Co

Nevada
 

The Unsettling Tales Of Goldfield Hotel — Goldfield, Nv

# Part I: Goldfield’s Beginnings

Goldfield, Nevada. A now nearly forsaken desert relic, a rooted memento that resonates with the howl of lost souls. Amidst the tumbleweeds and vacant miner’s residences, stands a haunting monument of a bygone era: the Goldfield Hotel. Its facade, faded by the harsh desert sun, hides a cloak of darkness that looms in its timeworn corridors. Stories about ghostly sightings and haunted happenings, told by veteran thrill-seekers and paranormal aficionados, echo in every nook and cranny, whispering tales of past occupants who refuse to vacate.

The Unsettling Tales Of Goldfield Hotel — Goldfield, Nv

# Part II: Elizabeth’s Tragic Tale

Towards the end of the corridor, room 109 remains perpetually gloomy, even when the high desert sun attempts to slice through the tattered curtains. Elizabeth marks her territory steadfastly, ever since her formidable fate was sealed by the hotel’s original proprietor, George Wingfield. This hardened man, whose fortune was generously smeared with the spoils of gold dust, tormented Elizabeth, who served a garish life in the night’s lurid embrace as a woman of the night.

Elizabeth is said to have become an unfortunate pawn in George’s sadistic games. Bound in chains and locked away like a bird with clipped wings, Elizabeth breathed her last in room 109 while bringing another life into the world — her and George’s unwanted child. Her death was merely the first act of her eternally malignant script. The next scene starred her as an eternal inhabitant of room 109 — a ghost doomed to haunt for an eternity.

The Unsettling Tales Of Goldfield Hotel — Goldfield, Nv

# Part III: The Haunting Present

The sounds of the Goldfield Hotel are as much a part of its eerie lore as Elizabeth herself. The desolate silence is often broken by the rustling of chains reminiscent of Elizabeth’s captivity. What first was thought to be the whispering wind echoing through crumbled architraves and drafty halls frequently turns out to be a chilling rendition of Elizabeth’s distressed voice. The occasional faint cries of a newly-born infant, eerily reverberating against the chipped, peeling walls, sends shivers down the spines of the brave-hearted visitors.

For years now, the Goldfield Hotel has remained closed for the normal living, its rooms vacant except for the ghostly apparitions and spine-tingling narratives that have exchanged hands over generations, growing more harrowing as time stubbornly marched on.

The Unsettling Tales Of Goldfield Hotel — Goldfield, Nv

# Part IV: Nevada’s Chilling Heritage

Despite its desolate presence and chilling reputation, the Goldfield Hotel remains steadfast in its echoing prominence, marking a vital cornerstone in Nevada’s myriad of haunted locations. Embracing its nightmarish saga, the hotel stands as a testament to Nevada’s darkest historical chapters, presenting a macabre allure to those daring enough to delve into the unknown.

The building serves as the chilling embodiment of past and present, its very brickwork permeated with the echoes of its unsettling history. The souls doomed to roam its corridors make it a living, breathing entity of torment echoing the misery of its past inhabitants.

The Unsettling Tales Of Goldfield Hotel — Goldfield, Nv

# Part V: The Grand Finale

As the howling wind fades away into the deep, dark throat of the Nevadan night, one can almost hear the faint laments of Elizabeth — the rattling chains, hushed whimpering, and the disembodied cries of a newborn. Her story, an isolated chapter in the terrifying anthology of the Goldfield Hotel, continues to resonate within its gloomy confines. The echoing memories of her life and untimely death blanketing the hotel’s every nook and cranny in an eerie, chilling silence.

As we pull away from the horrifying grandeur of the Goldfield Hotel, forever scarred by Elizabeth’s haunting tale, a harrowing realization dawns: Even though the Goldfield Hotel sits locked, its tormented souls are free. They are doomed to wander in a never-ending loop, repeating their ghostly narratives for anyone brave, or foolish enough, to listen — an eternal reminder of the hotel’s unsettling past, reshaping the landscape of Nevada’s haunted heritage.

Colorado
 

A Harrowing Encounter At The Stanley Hotel — Estes Park, Co

# Section 1: The Arrival at the Stanley Hotel

In the western edges of America the old crest of Rocky Mountains stretch their cragged peaks towards the vast Colorado sky, casting long looming shadows on the small town of Estes Park nestled beneath. Towering amidst quaint structures of yesteryears, stands the enigmatic persona of the Stanley Hotel. This grand, Victorian edifice exudes a hauntingly beautiful charm. A marvel of architectural elegance born from the mind of F.O. Stanley, its original owner and resident, and host to reputed tales of the uncanny.

Detractors categorize the Stanley Hotel merely as an antiquated memento of Colorado’s past, renters seeking thrill wander its corridors in hope of glimpsing a trace of its ethereal tenants. Housemaids whisper tales of objects inexplicably shifting, sightseers profess to glimpsing spectral silhouettes from the corner of their eyes. Yet, concierges’ most recounted story told with a hushed reverence is that of the after-hour pianist.

A Harrowing Encounter At The Stanley Hotel — Estes Park, Co

# Section 2: The Twilight Pianist of the Stanley Hotel

As the retiring Colorado sun casts the last of its fiery salute across the expansive backdrop of the Rockies, tendrils of darkness gradually creep into the vast corridors of the Stanley Hotel. As rooms surrender to the gathering dusk, floorboards beneath oriental rugs creak solemnly, a prologue to the spectral show that is about to take center stage.

A pianist, as many have professed, presides in the central foyer during the serene twilight hours, an ineffable image framed by grand French windows, moonshine casting an ethereal glow onto the ivory keys. The pianist is an elusive performer, playing to an invisible audience when darkness descends. Many have claimed to have heard the phantom symphony, beautiful and mournful, drifting out from the saloon, only to discover upon investigation, a vacant piano bench.

A Harrowing Encounter At The Stanley Hotel — Estes Park, Co

# Section 3: The Laughing Phantom Child of the Stanley Hotel

When the piano’s final forlorn refrain fades into the silent friezes, there echoes through the cold, marble-paneled halls another tale – one of a different timbre – the laugh of a child. Unsettling, poignant, and filled with a mischievous quality that children manage with innocent ease. No children reside within the grand-suites and tapestried rooms, at least, none of the corporeal kind.

Shivers run down the spines of those who claim to have heard the echoing laughter – a disembodied mirth bouncing off the mahogany paneling, an eerie comedy played out within the haunted theatre of the Stanley Hotel. Whether this phantom child is a figment of overactive imagination or is a remnant of some sad story knit into the hotel’s history is a tale lost within its long-standing legacy.

A Harrowing Encounter At The Stanley Hotel — Estes Park, Co

# Section 4: Truth or Folklore? The Ghostly Conundrum of the Stanley Hotel

The murmurings of moving objects, ghostly pianist, and the specter of a child’s laughter bestowing a spectral endorsement to the eerie ambiance of the Stanley Hotel has raised a question as old as the hills that shadow the edifice. Are these narratives mere campfire stories spun by guests wanting to add flavors to their visit or do they capture glimpses of the enduring spectral residents of the Stanley Hotel?

Debate rages between skeptics who dismiss these occurrences as cheap theatrics specially designed to add character to the hotel, versus those who believe in the spectral phenomenon as indisputable evidence of otherworldly existence. Every visitor leaves the Stanley Hotel’s grounds caught between a sense of relief and lingering uncertainty – relief at escaping the haunted prowlers or regret at not having consumed a piece of its spectral spectacle.

A Harrowing Encounter At The Stanley Hotel — Estes Park, Co

# Section 5: The Undying Legacy of the Stanley Hotel

Despite assertions and counter-arguments, the irresistible allure of Stanley Hotel’s cryptic tales continues to enthrall visitors, beckoning them with the promise of a mysterious experience. Perhaps, every visitor lodged in its suites harbors a secret desire to encounter the legendary spectral pianist or be privy to the phantom child’s laughter.

Whether embellished folklore or tenants from the beyond choosing to extend their stay indefinitely, these stories comprise an essential part of the Stanley Hotel’s legacy. Real or not, the spectral inhabitants entertain and unsettle, curdling the blood and tingling the spine, engendering a humbling probe into the mysteries of life and beyond.

Haunted Places, Rocky Mountain Ghost Stories, Utah
 

Ben Lomond Hotel – Ogden, Utah

Section 1 – A Haunting Welcome

In a forgotten corner of Ogden, Utah, where the boundaries of the natural and supernatural blur, stands the once luxurious, now timeworn edifice known as the Ben Lomond Hotel. Its haunting reputation has proliferated among locals and tourists alike. Yet, the tale that truly chills the marrow and stops the heart is that of the lingering ‘Lady in White.’

In the golden age of the bold and beautiful, the thirties, a hopeful couple, newlywed and seemingly invincible, had the misfortune of booking their marital suite—Suite 1102.

Haunted Ben Lomond Hotel

Section 2 – The Tragedy

It’s difficult to say if the room’s melancholic pallor was as palpable then as it is now. Back then, the room was filled with aspirations and newlywed giggles. Yet, these moments of fleeting joy succumbed to a sorrowful fate.

The young woman filled the bathtub, intending to dissolve the travel weariness from her body. Yet, it was not rest that the rushing water offered but an eternal slumber. Enveloped by the once tranquil, now menacing waters, the new bride never again surfaced. The laughing eyes of the woman who had earlier stepped into this suite were snuffed out—her fate shrouded in inexplicable mystery.

Haunted Ben Lomond Hotel

Section 3 – The Afterlife Begins

The room, once a haven for lovers, was now a crypt for the misfortuned bride. In the aftermath of her tragic demise, the once welcoming lobby echoed with oppressive silence. The celebratory clinking of crystal glasses was replaced by the ghostly echo of running water from Suite 1102, even when the suite stood empty. The housekeeping staff diligently pushed their carts down the hallway yet, the friendly greetings and quick hall chats were replaced with hushed whispers and anxious glances at the suite’s ominous door.

Guests started leaving reviews of their eerie experience in Suite 1102. Their ink bled onto the pages, forming chilling tales of the bathtub faucet turning on by itself, and harrowing stories of the translucent apparition of the melancholic bride, suspended in the eternal hallways… waiting, watching. There was something otherworldly about the suite, a spectral magnetism that birthed waves of electric dread.

Haunted Ben Lomond Hotel

Section 4 – The Lady in White

As the story spread, the Lady in White, the ethereal tenant of Room 1102, became the hotel’s most infamous non-paying guest. Her chilling presence, often felt in the dead of night, gave rise to accounts of the most enthralling encounters.

There were tales of nights sprinkled with fear when the deceased bride, in her flowing, spectral gown, would slip silently out of Suite 1102. Her ghostly figure would wander aimlessly through the halls, cold wisps of air trailing in her wake. Those unlucky enough to cross her path would freeze in their tracks, their blood curdling at the chilling sight. All the while, the spirit of the Lady in white staggered silently towards them until she vanished, leaving behind an echo of melancholy and a sense of shuddering terror.

Haunted Ben Lomond Hotel

Section 5 – A Continual Haunting

As the years passed, our white lady has glided through time, oblivious to the changes happening outside of the haunted Suite 1102, their spectral beauty forever etched into the Ben Lomond’s sordid history. Whether it’s the trickling bathtub faucet or her chilling midnight strolls, she continues to etch her eerie presence in the minds of those who dare to step inside.

To this day, the tragedy in Suite 1102 is a somber whisper that carries through the Ben Lomond’s grand halls. An unsettling silence has replaced the cheerful bustle, and the haunting echoes of one woman’s tragic end to what should’ve been the happiest time of her life. Every strange occurrence, every chilling sighting has added an eerie chapter to the chronicles of this once majestic hotel.

As the benighted hotel sits in the bleak, haunting gloom, its spectral inhabitant dwells in the realm of the unseen. Does the Lady in White wander the halls in search of her lost love, or is she simply trapped in this netherworld, bound by the cold iron chains of her untimely tragedy? A question that even the best of storytellers, such as Stephen King himself, may struggle to answer.

Haunted Places, Rocky Mountain Ghost Stories, Utah
 

Wilhelmina’s Spectral Performance – St. George, Utah

I) The Encounter

Dark clouds hung ominous over the St. George Opera House, cloaking it in an eerie silence. Despite the gloom, the Gothic grandeur of the building shone through – a relic of high art and boundless ambition. As newcomers approached the imposing façade, a frisson of fear threaded its way up their spine – a harbinger of spectral encounters that lay in wait. Even for the devoted lovers of the opera, the house carried an unsettling weight – a presage of the spectral interactions about to unfold.

The house had several spectral occupants, but the most infamous was the actress known as Wilhelmina Reichenberg. A talented beauty from the 19th century, her life was tragically cut short by a fall from the heights of this very opera house. Visitors and employees had seen her, her pale form flitting silently through the grand corridors. At times she would be viewed rehearsing poignant lines on the empty stage, or moaning quietly in dark rooms while applying unseen makeup.

Many a night, the old building would pick up an unnatural life of its own. Lights would dim and glow erratically, casting long dancing shadows that writhed on the aged walls. People would feel inexplicable drafts of frigid air cutting through the otherwise warm, dry Utah atmosphere. Hands trembling, they would venture further into the house’s mysterious depths, drawn by the mesmerizing allure of the uncanny.

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II) Wilhelmina’s Performance

From beyond the grave, Wilhelmina seemed intent on continuing her dramatic performances. On certain nights, as darkness draped itself over the town and the opera house sank into quietness, the long-silent stage would come alive with spectral enactments.

Onlookers have shared their stories of these eerie incidents. Some shared tales of a silhouette cloaked in dark attire, pacing the stage and fervently rehearsing lines. It was as if death had become just an act, an interlude in Wilhelmina’s theatrical pursuits.

Other recounts were of lights dimming to an ambient setting, focusing on the centre of the stage where they could faintly make out the spectral shape of what they believed to be Wilhelmina. A ghostly hush would fall over the audience, a chilling atmosphere as her melodious voice enveloped the room in a haunting, otherworldly performance.

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III) Whispers in the Dressing Room

In the cold labyrinth of the backstage and dressing rooms, an enigmatic presence lingered. Staff and visitors often felt an inexplicable sense of being watched. Cold spots would suddenly materialize, bringing gooseflesh to exposed skin. On turning around, they would find themselves gazing into an emptiness teeming with spectral aura. It was as though a moment ago, someone had been right there.

Whispers pervaded the air, like echoes of lines practiced over centuries, undying in their spectral persistence. It was often intertwined with the faint laughter of a woman. As one delved deeper into the building, the whispers grew louder, a constant reminder of the ethereal presence that was Wilhelmina Reichenberg.

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IV) The Final Act

In the hushed silence of the abandoned theater, the ghost of Wilhelmina Reichenberg was said to revist her final act. The eyewitnesses – workers who stayed late or an occasional night visitor – recount similar chilling tales.

They spoke of a shadowy figure moving through the balcony area, usually around the spot where Wilhelmina was believed to have fallen. A sense of dread would descend as the apparition lingered before seemingly plunging into the darkness below. The onlooker, frozen in chilling terror, would be left in haunting silence, their breath held and heart pounding.

Then, as suddenly as it had stilled, life would rush back into the deserted theater. The lights would flicker back on, puncturing the dense darkness that had crept over the opera house. The spectral feeling would gradually recede, leaving behind an eerie calmness.

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V) Epilogue: Ghost of St. George Opera House

Today, the St. George Opera House is more than a hub of cultural performances. It is a spectral abode of unseen tales and unvoiced stories. A place where the veil between the living and departed is thinner than usual. But to the inhabitants of St. George, these spectral occurrences have become a hauntingly familiar part of their history.

Despite the spine-chilling accounts of Wilhelmina’s apparition, performances continue at the opera house. After all, shows must go on, as they say in the theater. Between curtain calls and encores, a spectral actress from the past continues her eternal enactment, unseen but ever so faintly,essentially giving this House a significance that transcends the average opera house, rendering it an eerie piece of Utah’s history.

Through chilling drafts and sudden dimming of lights, whispered lines and faint laughter, Wilhelmina Reichenberg etches her spectral existence in the heart of the opera house – an undying proof of the fact that every stage bears the silent impressions of the characters that once graced it.

Enclosed in its walls, the opera house holds innumerable stories, some seen, and many unseen. Its spectral happenings are a fascination to many, a source of late-night tales and urban legends, an entity that thrives in the eerie silence of the night – a true haunted theatre of the west.

Colorado, Haunted Places, Rocky Mountain Ghost Stories
 

The Nightmarish Story Of Stanley Hotel: The Haunted Haven of Rocky Mountains, Colorado

Haunted Stanley Hotel Spectral Panorama

Triggered by the idea of disembodied spirits roaming the ancient corridors? Well, dear reader, allow me to escort you on a nerve-shredding journey through the shadows of the Stanley Hotel. Nestled perilously in the rugged peaks of Colorado’s Rocky Mountains, this notorious landscape is not just another historic edifice in the heartland of America. No…it’s a macabre masterpiece with an unnerving tale woven from an uncanny mix of fact, rumor, and endless ripples of terror.

The Stanley Hotel is a spectral playground which churns out night terrors more often than your average hotel churns out fresh linen. This centenarian hotel has housed untold thousands of guests over the years, yet it’s creepily rumored to be the eternal home of its original proprietors, Mr. and Mrs. Stanley.

Mr. Stanley? He’s as loyal to the edifice as any unseen resident could be. Favoring the administrative wing, his spectral figure has been reportedly glimpsed by the unnerved staff on multiple occasions. Mix business with eternal haunting? Now that’s a man of remarkable commitment!

Dreaming of a gentle woman who plays ethereal melodies on moonlit nights? Flora Stanley, the ever-devoted wife of Mr. Stanley, is your resident phantom pianist. The musical strains rising from the deserted chambers, echoing in the dead of the night…it’s Flora, they say, communicating from beyond the grave with her melodious serenades.

But what’s a haunted motel without guestrooms that mess with the minds of inhabitants? The Stanley Hotel shines on that front too. Events as ordinary as clothes magically unpacking themselves have fueled fear amongst the unsuspecting guests. An unusual uproar of laughter haunts the midnight silence and lights flicker relentlessly, painting a chilling spectacle in the minds of the living. It’s if as every corner of this haunting haven is plagued by an invisible choir of poltergeists.

However, among all the spine-tingling hotel suites, Room 217 takes the sinister crown. This infamous room is steeped in a history of spectral reports, making goosebumps bloom like a ghastly garden on your skin. No wonder it inspired King’s, arguably most eerie masterpiece, ‘The Shining’. The spine-tingling chuckles, the silent whispers – anyone checking into this room unwittingly signs up for a close encounter of the ghostly kind.

And so, there it is, brave souls – the nerve-rattling tale of the Stanley Hotel, one that turns an ordinary stay into a haunted sojourn. Each creaking door, every flickering light, the lonely notes of an unseen piano… they all weave together a chilling tapestry that sends shivers down the bravest of spines. But remember, grin and bear it, because as they say, “All work and no play makes one a dull boy”.

(To be continued…with caution.)

Haunted Places, Montana
 

Urban Legend from Montana -The Bleeding Sink

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Urban Legend from Montana : The Bleeding Sink

I found it extremely annoying that one of the bathrooms on my dorm was permanently closed. Especially since the cause was an urban legend. An urban legend, I tell you! According to the story, years and years ago some guy got himself massively drunk at a bar in downtown Helena and had passed out in the bathroom on the fourth floor.

Apparently, he hit his head on the sink as he fell, and his blood had spattered the sink as he slid senseless to the floor and silently hemorrhaged to death. His death was considered a “sad accident” by faculty, staff and townspeople. But that was no reason to shut up the bathroom for decades! I completely discounted the story of the bleeding sink. That was just an urban legend the students circulated to explain the locked door.

“I’m sick of sharing a bathroom with you disgusting bunch,” I grumbled to my roommate. “I’m going to break into the fourth-floor bathroom.”

My roommate’s eyes widened. “Don’t you know that bathroom is haunted?” he exclaimed. “The bloodstains on the sink are as fresh today as they were when the accident happened back in the 1960s, and sometimes you can hear the boy moaning as his life fades away on the bathroom floor!”

“Romantic tale,” I snapped. “My granny lives in a haunted castle in Scotland with ghost stories that would make your hair stand on end. She’d laugh at me if she found out I ignored a perfectly good bathroom because of a few bloodstains. Besides, the maintenance staff told me the bathroom was shut up pending renovations. No big deal!”

“You’ll be sorry,” my roommate said darkly. I ignored him. He was just mad because I’d lumped him in with the disgusting bunch of guys who dirtied up the bathroom on my floor. You’d think someone would teach them to pick up their dirty clothes and clean the sink once in awhile.

When the dorm quieted down for the night – which wasn’t until late – I hurried up to the fourth floor with a piece of wire I’d purchased at a local hardware store. My little brother and I had become expert lock-pickers over the years, since our mother had a bad habit of locking her keys into the house or the car at least once a week. With all that experience, the lock on the bathroom door gave me no problems.

The bathroom was rather old-fashioned in appearance and had a disused air. There was dust in the corners, and a spider web drooped from the ceiling. But I heard no unearthly groaning, no mysterious footsteps. I carefully inspected the sink, the walls and the floor. Other than a smallish orange discoloration on the sink, there was no blood anywhere. Ha! So much for urban legends. There was probably something in the water that caused discoloration over time. I turned a tap experimentally, sure that the maintenance staff had shut off the water long ago. To my surprise, water gushed forth instantly. I smiled. Well, well. It looked like I had a bathroom to myself after all! I carefully locked the door behind me when I left.

I got up late the next morning, and had the downstairs bathroom all to myself. So it wasn’t until evening, when everyone was back in the dorm, crowding in and out of the bathrooms, that I slipped away to use the locked up facilities. It was still early in the evening, and I made sure no one was around before I headed to the abandoned bathroom. With a few twists of the wire, I opened the lock. As I stepped inside, the air temperature plummeted twenty degrees or more and my nose was hit by the pungent, strong smell of fresh blood. A second later, I saw the blood-spattered sink.

Bright-red gore was everywhere – on the porcelain, on the walls, in the sink , oozing down the sides of the sink. And hovering before it, his feet a good six-inches off the ground, was the luminous form of a college-aged boy wearing old-fashioned clothes in the style of the 1960s. His forehead had a disfiguring dent smashed into it, and blood was dripping down his face. As I stared at him, horrified and frozen in terror, he turned and looked at me. Then he held out a blood-stained hand.

His eyes were desperate, pleading for help, and I heard a low moaning sound coming from between his blood-stained lips. The sound raised every hair on my body and made the skin prickle in sheer, cold horror. I backpedaled fiercely, my legs scrambling to get away while my eyes and head remained fixed on the ghost, on the bloody sink. A drop of red blood fell from his outstretched hand as I stared at him. Then the momentum of my legs carried me through the door, which slammed shut behind me, and the hot, pungent smell of fresh blood followed me through the halls and down the staircases until I was outside into the chilly air of autumn, breathing deeply. My knees shook so bad that I fell onto the nearest patch of grass, stomach heaving. Oh lord! The ghost was real! No wonder they kept the place locked up.

I lay on the grass for a long time, ignoring the chill in the air. This was a natural chill which comforted, not that unnatural chill that had frightened me upstairs. I breathed in and out, in and out, watching the stars above me, bright even through the campus lights. I took comfort from the huge, clear expanse of sky. But I still felt reluctant to go back inside that haunted building. I shuddered once, from head to toe. Oh how my granny would laugh if she knew her big brave grandson was too scared to go back inside a haunted dormitory. It was the thought of granny that got me back onto my feet and upstairs to my room. But I didn’t care what granny or anyone else thought of me. I was never going back to the fourth floor bathroom. Once was enough.


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California, Georgia, Haunted Places, Nevada, New York
 

TUPAC SHAKUR , WEST COAST RAPPER LEGENDARY HISTORY,HIS MURDER AND GHOST HAUNTING

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TUPAC SHAKUR , WEST COAST RAPPER LEGENDARY HISTORY,HIS MURDER AND GHOST HAUNTING , Shakur was embroiled in a feud between East Coast and West Coast rappers.Born in New York City in 1971, Tupac Shakur, known by his stage name 2Pac, was an American rapper. Shakur has sold more than 75 million albums worldwide, making him one of the best-selling music artists in the world. Most of Tupac’s songs are about growing up amid violence and hardship in ghettos, racism, other social problems and conflicts with other rappers during the East Coast-West Coast hip hop rivalry. Shakur was shot and killed in Las Vegas, Nevada, in 1996.his Early years in Life

Shakur has become a legend in hip-hop and rap circles for his talent, his violent behavior, and his brutal death. The son of Black Panther activists, Shakur was raised by his mother Afeni Shakur. She was actually in jail on bombing charges during her pregnancy with Tupac. She was later acquitted in the case. He had no contact with his biological father, Billy Garland, until he was an adult.

According to The Rolling Stone Encyclopedia of Rock & Roll, Shakur was originally named Lesane Parish Crooks, but his moniker was soon changed to Tupac Amaru Shakur. “Tupac Amaru” means “shining serpent.” He had a difficult childhood, moving frequently around in the New York City boroughs of Brooklyn and the Bronx. Shakur received an education in radical politics from his mother, but he also saw some of life’s hardships through her struggles with substance abuse. In his youth, he explored acting by becoming a member of the 127th Street Ensemble, a Harlem-based theater company.

As a teenager, Shakur attended the Baltimore School for the Arts, where he took acting and dance classes, including ballet. While living in Baltimore, he discovered rap and began performing as MC New York. In the late 1980s, Shakur and his family moved to the West Coast. He joined the Oakland, California-based hip-hop group Digital Underground, which earlier had scored a hit with the song “The Humpty Dance.” Shakur appeared on two of the group’s recordings—1990’s This Is an EP and Sons of the P before going solo.In 1991, Shakur emerged as a solo artist—using the name 2Pac—with his debut album 2Pacalypse Now. The track “Brenda’s Got a Baby” reached No. 3 on the Billboard Hot Rap Singles chart. His second album, ., crossed over to the pop charts, with singles “I Get Around” and “Keep Ya Head Up.” The album went platinum, selling more than a million copies.

Around this time, Shakur made his film debut in the 1992 urban crime drama Juice with Omar Epps, Samuel L. Jackson and Queen Latifah. He showed his softer side in Poetic Justice (1993), which was billed as “A Street Romance.” Shakur starred opposite Janet Jackson in the film. The following year, he played a drug dealer in the basketball drama Above the Rim. 2Pac became quite a sensation, earning praise for his musical and acting talent as well as condemnation for his explicit, lyrics. Many of his songs told of fights, gangs, and sex. He appeared to be living up to his gangster rap persona with several arrests . Shakur himself fell victim to violence, getting shot five times in the lobby of a recording studio during a mugging.The next year, after recovering from his injuries. His third solo album, Me Against the World (1995), started out in the number one spot on the album charts. Many critics praised the work, noting that tracks like “Dear Mama” showed a more genuine, reflective side to the rapper. The possibility of an early death runs through several songs on this recordings – something that many have seen as a chilling moment of foretelling.

After serving eight months in prison, Shakur returned to music with the album All Eyez on Me (1996). He was reportedly released after Death Row Records CEO Marion “Suge” Knight paid a bond of more than $1 million as part of Shakur’s parole. In his latest project, Shakur as the defiant street thug was back in full force on this recording. The song “California Love” featured a guest appearance by famed rapper-producer Dr. Dre and made a strong showing on the pop charts. “How Do You Want It” also was another smash success for Shakur. It appeared to be a golden time for Shakur.

Besides his hit album, Shakur continued to pursue his acting career. He landed several film roles around this time. He co-starred with Mickey Rouke in the 1996 crime drama Bullet. Before his untimely death, Shakur completed work on two other projects—Gridlock’d and Gang Related—that were released in 1997.

During his career, Shakur had become embroiled in a feud between East Coast and West Coast rappers. He was known to insult his enemies on his tracks. On a trip to Las Vegas to attend a boxing match, Shakur was shot while riding in a car driven by Knight on September 7, 1996. He died six days later, on September 13, 1996, from his injuries at a Las Vegas hospital. Shakur was only 25 years old at the time of his death, and his killer has never been caught. Since his death, numerous albums of his work have been posthumously released, selling millions of copies.

Shakur’s life has inspired numerous books and theatrical productions, including the 2012 musical Holler If Ya Can Hear Me. That same year, he made a posthumous appearance at the Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival with the help of technology. A 2-D image of the late rapper accompanied Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg during one of their performances at the California event. Shakur’s return to the stage from beyond the grave stirred up a new wave of interest in his videos and his music.

TUPAC GHOST HAUNTINGS , rapper and producer DJ Quik said he was haunted by the ghost of Tupac Shakur when he was in what was supposedly called The Karen Carpenter Room, recording a remix to one of his songs.

Karen Carpenter, the former member of the Carpenters, supposedly haunts the studio.

“We were doing a remix of a Tupac song and Big Syke comes into the studio we’re in, which is notoriously called the Karen Carpenter Room,” he explained. “Supposedly she haunts it. Syke kicks back, hits a blunt and starts laughing into the microphone. And he sounds eerily like Tupac. The lights just got a little weird. I got chills. It was like Tupac haunted the studio.”

TUPAC Burial SITE,he was
Cremated, Ashes scattered.
Specifically: Ashes scattered in his Mother’s garden, Stone Mountain, Georgia.

then thier is the controversy theory,that some think tupac is still alive ,kinda like a elvis still being alive controversy theory. A poetic Tupac Shakur monument is located outside the Tupac Amaru Shakur Center for the Arts in Stone Mountain Georgia .






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“Listen Doctor”, the merits of Benevolent Ghost – Boise, Idaho

One doctor in Boise, Idaho found out the hard way that ghost do exist and that they can serve a purpose. He was scheduled to do heart surgery on a patient one Tuesday when he got this eerie feeling as he made his way to the surgical suite.

When he crossed the threshold of the suite, he felt this cold blast of air as though he had walked into a freezer. He shivered, his skin tingled and got goose bumps and then he felt some of the hairs on his head rise as if lifted by invisible hands. Yet, he could tell by the pleasant greetings and warm smile on the faces of the surgical team already in the room that they didn’t notice anything out of order. He spoke to everyone and then went to the sink to scrub.

When he looked in the mirror there was another face there. He pressed the foot lever to activate the water and the person, a Hispanic looking guy, spoke. “Don’t do this surgery today or it will go bad for you” He drew back, suds all the way up to his elbows and said, “What?” “If you go ahead with this procedure, you will lose this patient and then you will be on a losing streak with as many as three more if you don’t cancel this procedure,” the man said.

“I walked passed you in the hallway and then stood in the doorway to block your entry into this suite. Did you feel me?” the strange man asked. He stared at the doctor, who just stared back. “I’m telling you, this will end badly. Don’t do it!” the man again demanded. His image faded from the mirror and the doctor blinked and shook his head. When he approached the sink again to give his hands and lower arms a good sanitizing scrub in fairly hot water, he could only get cold water to come out. He scrubbed and then dried his shaking hands. After that, he went to the table, put on surgical gloves and then started the procedure.

Operating Room Procedure

About two hours into the procedure the patient flat-lined. 29 years old, the woman perished despite their valiant efforts to revive her.

The doctor left the room. He had about three hours to wait before his next surgery. This time a man came and sat next to him in the doctor suite, which he shared with three other cardiologists. No one else had a key, so he didn’t know how the man entered so effortlessly. He just seemed to…appear. “I intend to warn you again” stated the stranger. “This will be the second death of the day if you don’t back out. You can use any excuse. Your colleagues will believe you and the patient will later be thankful that they had to wait. In fact, go home. Just go home to your family and mourn this first loss. If you do that, the other two will live.” The doctor looked at the man and realized it was the same face he’d seen in the mirror before. However, the body of this person was also visible. He was emaciated, as if he were sick, malnourished or near death. The doctor shook his head and watched as the figure got up and left the room. Once outside the door, the Hispanic man placed a bar across the door to keep it from being opened from inside.

The doctor called maintenance, and between their efforts and that of security, they got him out of the room in time for his next procedure. He lost that patient as well.

One of his colleagues offered to do the next surgery for him, but he declined. This time, he got no warning, so his confidence returned. He lost that patient about three hours into the procedure. After the final loss, that is when the hospital administrator ordered him to go home. An hour later, he walked across the threshold of his home, nestled away in a secluded community and he was inconsolable for hours. Despite the efforts of his perky 6 year old twin children, the mechanics of his Pit Bull Terrier and his wife; he could not lift himself from his doldrums.

Stressed out doctor

Seven days later, while on administrative leave the doctor got a call. He answered the phone, his voice drained of emotion. He heard these words as soon as he lifted the receiver to his ear… “Hello doctor. I am sure you remember me from your last operations at the hospital. I am not trying to rub it in. But you were warned not to do those surgeries. Next time, maybe you will listen.”  The phone then went silent and the doctor collapsed to the floor.

 

 

 

 

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Brown Palace Hotel – Denver, Colorado

There isn’t a hotel in the world, no matter how grand, that hasn’t had an unwanted or unwelcome guest at one time or another.

The Brown Palace Hotel, in Denver Colorado is a pretty grand place, and has been since 1892 when it was built by Henry Cordes Brown as his response to being denied entry to the Windsor Hotel; at the time Denver’s most renowned establishment, for being improperly dressed; he had come straight from his ranch and was still wearing his working cowboy attire.

Brown Palace Hotel Entrance

The hotel hasn’t closed for so much as a single day since it opened, and it has been the site of everything from the sublime to the ridiculous in that time.

It was here that the Denver Broncos were born; in the lobby of the hotel a prize bull was exhibited; it has been host to Presidents and rock stars and has taken everything the world has to throw at it, while still retaining its reputation as one of the finest hotels in Colorado, if not the entire United States.

However, even here there have been…and still are…a few unusual guests.

Socialite Ghost of Brown Palace Hotel

Room 904 was home to a famous Denver socialite for some 15 years, between 1940 and 1955. She was so well known that when the hotel started to offer tours to visitors, the room was included in the itinerary, with tourists being told of her life and her heartbreak over a lost love.

At just this time the switchboard started to receive calls from room 904. Nothing odd about that…except that the room was undergoing renovation at the time, and had no telephone line, no furniture and of course no-one in residence.

The hotel dropped the room and its tragic resident’s story from their tour, and the calls stopped.

With such a long and colourful history, the Brown palace has had its share of incident, and maybe some of the shades of its past still linger.

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There have been sightings of a man in an old-fashioned train conductor’s uniform crossing a hallway, then disappearing through a wall. The spot where this is reported used to house a railroad ticket office.

The service elevator is regularly occupied by a uniformed waiter, who is never seen to board the car or to leave it.

Children play in empty halls, and an infant can sometimes be heard crying in the boiler room.

Haunted Hallway at Brown Palace Hotel

And in the main dining room – now known as Ellyngton’s, but for many years called the San Marco room; a room which played host to big bands, and later to the San Marco Strings, who entertained diners and guests, a staff member recounts hearing strange noises coming from behind the closed doors of the room late at night. He went to investigate and found a formally dressed string quartet busy practising their repertoire.

He challenged them, saying “You’re not supposed to be in here”, and was given the reply “Oh, don’t worry about us. We live here”

The Brown Palace really is a wonderful hotel, full of wonderful stories and history and perhaps more than a few unexpected guests.

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The Headless Bride at Yellowstone National Park

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Once there was a lady who grew up in New York, her family was quite well-to-do as they were transporters for the area. In those days, rich youngsters were required to make their presentation in the public arena and to wed a well-off young person from a upper class family. At the same time this fair lady was a bit of a radical. When she became mature enough to wed, she despised the rich youthful society men and fell for a more established man who was filling in as a steward in her home.

Yet as I’m sure you’d have guessed there was a huge contention inside the family after the she had reported her decision of spouse. Her elders were irate, especially the patriarch, who blamed the steward for courting his little girl as a means to expedite and grow his position in the families business. Nonetheless, she demanded the marriage, her father gave the couple a large amount of money with the stipulation that they leave after the ceremony of marriage and never return.

When the newly wed couple arrived at the Old Faithful Inn in Yellowstone, the once steward had bet away the greater part of the cash that his wife’s family had presented to the love birds. There was not enough cash for the couple to complete their honeymoon, much less to purchase a house and begin their life together.

The young lady had became vexed with her spouse. They had argued constantly about money during the stint of the honeymoon, and by now, she realized that her father had been right about the insatiability of her new spouse. He was clearly more intrigued by her fortune than being with her. Still, they were now bankrupt and required something to pay the hotel and services here at Yellowstone, so she had not choice but to call on her parents for more funds to pay their bill.

Her mother nor father would not provide any relief. They declined any further involvement in the finances of the newlywed couple.

That evening, after she had been unable to produce any money from her family, the couple had a horrid battle in their hotel room. The new husband frenzied out of the Inn in an anger, leaving his lady in the hotel room. The woman did not come out of the room for days, after days had passed the staff finally had to enter the room as the bill had still laid unpaid and there had been no sign of activity from the room.

The maid knocked and of course as you guessed, there was no answer. The maid finally entered the room using the master key and gazed upon a horrific site. The room looked as though a mad bull had cleared through the inside. Garments were strewn all over, and the bedclothes were thrown on the floor. Even worse, the maid was practically smothered by the metallic smell that pervaded everything. There was no indication of the other half of the newlywed couple, yet the stink that wafted from the connected lavatory indicated at what the maid would find. Lying in the bathtub in a pool of dark soupy blood was the corpse of the poor newlywed bride, well at least most of what was once her young body. Her head had been removed and was nowhere in the room.

The maid’s shrills of horror alerted the rest of the hotel. The local police were brought in, the bride’s mother and father were updated on the status of their poorly misled late daughter and the room was washed leaving no indication of the horrors from just hours before. The detectives had done anything and everything they could have done to find the brutal killer but unfortunately he was nowhere to be found. Eventually, after some time passed, the entire story was quieted to avoid embarrassment to the family.

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Bloody Bathtub

A couple of days after the news of the homicide, a horrid smell was noticed up in the Crows Nest where the musical artists frequently played, the smell was followed to its source: The spouse’s rotting head. Her blonde wavy hair surrounded her wide-peered gaze of horror. The stench was unbearable.

The funeral of the tortured bride ought to have been the end of the repulsive occurrence and that it proved to be until one late night when a hotel courtier up late studying heard a weird commotion originating from the foyer. It was the stroke of midnight when he rushed out onto the gallery and looked upward, looking for the source of his interruption. He found towards the Crows Nest, far above, and saw a shining figure in white gradually following the stairs downward from the Crows Nest. Tucked under its arm was a head! Solidified with horror, the man viewed the lady plummet the steps and hover along the passageway until she arrived at the entryway of her old room. At that point she vanished!

From that day ahead, there are individuals who say they can see the headless lady floating down the stairs from the Crows Nest at the stroke of midnight; tragically looking for her lost murdering husband and her lost dreams of happiness.

The Headless Bride Captured with NightVision Camera
The Headless Bride Captured with NightVision Camera

 

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Ghostly Legends of Cheyenne

Cheyenne got its start in July, 1867, when General Grenville M. Dodge and his survey crew platted the site now known as Cheyenne, Wyoming in anticipation of the construction of the Union Pacific Railroad through the territory. By the time the first track was built some four months later, 4,000 people had already migrated to the new city. The railroaders and first settlers were quickly joined by gamblers, saloon owners, thieves, opportunists, prostitutes, miners and cowboys, as well as legitimate business men. The fledgling city, busting at the seams, was a wild and lawless place during its first days so it should come as no surprise that it is said to be one of the most haunted places in Wyoming. In the days preceding Halloween, a Cheyenne Trolley offers two tours per night for ghost hunters hungry for the tales. Here are but a few of the legends we’ve picked up along the way.

Atlas Theatre – Built in 1887, this three story building originally held a confectionary shop on the lower level and the upper floors were utilized as office space. However, in 1907, architect William Dubois was hired to convert the first floor into a theatre. The next year, the Atlas Theatre opened and continued to operate until 1929. Closed for a couple of months, it was then reopened as the Strand. By the mid 1950’s, the building sat abandoned until 1961, when it reopened as the Pink Pony night club. Remaining open for only two short years, the building again sat idle until in 1966, when the Cheyenne Little Theatre Players began to use the Atlas for live theater productions. In 1971, the theater company purchased the Atlas, and two years later it was placed on the National Register of Historic Places. Though little is known about them, the historic theatre is said to be called home to two active ghosts. The Atlas Theatre building is located at 211 W. 16th Street.

Deming Elementary School – Built in 1945, the school is allegedly haunted by a man he was killed in the furnace room years ago. At night lights are said to be seen flickering in the building and clanking noises are heard. Legend also has it that if you look into a window at night, you will not only see your own shadow, but another next to it that is seemingly cast by an unknown entity. The school is located at 715 West 5th Avenue.

Francis E. Warren Air Force Base – Located three miles west of Cheyenne, this Air Force base was first established as Fort D.A. Russell in 1867. Named in honor of Civil War Brigadier General David A. Russell, it is the oldest continuously active military installation in the Air Force. Over the years it served the U.S. Army and Cavalry in protecting the frontier and served through the Spanish-American War, and both World Wars. In 1949, 80 years after its founding, the fort became Francis E. Warren Air Force Base. Today, the base is home to the 90th Space Wing and Headquarters and is one of four strategic missile bases in the United States. Though modern facilities make up the base today, many of the historic structures still remain. Along with these old buildings, legends are told that many of the old cavalry soldiers also continue to linger, often seen walking upon the grounds or in the dormitories. Another story tells of a spirit that is said to harass female members of the security teams. Civilians are only allowed on base during periodic public tours or if “sponsored” by military personnel.

The Plains Hotel – In the late 1800’s the City of Cheyenne, Wyoming was called “The Magic City of the Plains,” so it was only appropriate when a luxurious hotel opened in 1911, it called itself the “Plains Hotel.” The concept of the elegant hotel was born at the annual $1 dinner of the Industrial Club (now the Chamber of Commerce) in December, 1909.

When a newly married couple checked in here years ago, the bride caught her groom with another woman and after killing them both, she turned the gun upon herself. All three are said to haunt this historic hotel.

St. Mark’s Episcopal Church – Cheyenne’s Episcopal congregation first held services in a small frame church in 1868. However, by 1886, the congregation, made up of a number of cattle barons and large ranchers, had begun to outgrow the small building and plans were made to construct a new one. However, the winter of 1886-87 with a very bad one and blizzards and severe cold killed many of the cattle. Without the prosperity of the ranchers, it would be more than two more years before the building was ready to hold services. Opened in 1888, it was still not entirely complete as the bell tower was not done and was simply capped off.

It would be years before the bell tower was finally completed in 1924. Skilled in old world masonry, two Swedish men were hired to complete the tower. However, when it was forty feet high, the two masons simply disappeared. When new workers were hired they immediately began to complain of hearing strange tappings, the sounds of hammering, and whispers coming from the very walls of the tower.

Years later, a man came forward explaining that when the original masons were working on the tower, one of them slipped and fell to his death. The other, panicked that he would be deported, entombed the man’s remains in the tower wall.

Though no longer the case, the church once allowed public tours of the tower around Halloween. A psychic who visited during this time reported sensing two spirits in the tower – one of whom was very upset, and the other, an elderly white-haired man who walked with a cane. The two spirits are thought to be the mason that fell to his death, and Father Rafter, who had hired the men.

Over the years, many people have claimed to have heard a church pipe organ, that was once located in the bell tower, even after it was removed from the building. Others have reported that the church bells have often been known to ring of their own accord, and allegedly whispers can still be heard within the church. The church is located at 1908 Central Avenue.

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