The Crescent Hotel was built in 1886 and has served as a hotel, experimental cancer hospital, and community college over its history. Abandoned for several years in the 1940s the hotel was restored to its Victorian opulence in 1972.
Employees of the hotel are accustomed to odd sightings. Several spirits seem to have taken up permanent residence there – that of a woman roaming the hallways and another of a little boy displacing cookware and cutlery in the Crystal Dining Room kitchen.
While hauntings have been reported throughout the hotel, room 218 is perhaps the most famously haunted area. The room is reputed to be haunted by the ghost of a stonecutter named Michael who fell to his death in the area where the room is today. Reports of toilets flushing on their own, lights flashing on and off and guests waking in the middle of the night feeling an unseen hand pushing on their backs are quite common.
The Crescent Hotel gained national notoriety in recent years after being featured on the SciFi Channel’s show Ghost Hunters and given the hosts’ seal of approval as a legitimately haunted place. Infrared footage of a dark silhouette was captured during their investigation.
I can't wait for Autumn to come. I can't wait to wear hoodies, jeans, and boots. The weather is just right and the wind is soothing. I can't wait for the leaves to change colors to yellow, orange, and red. I love Autumn.
A young teenage girl lived at home with her mother, father and her much loved pet dog.
Being 16 years old her parents decided that she was now old enough to be left alone without a minder while they went out for the evening. Although there was some concern about leaving a young girl in a house all by herself, they knew she was sensible and would behave. And besides, she did have the pet Alsatian dog to look after her and keep her company.
The parents left for the night, leaving Emergency phone numbers and supplies for the night. The girl was thrilled to be spending her first night alone in her parents house and mainly watched TV until 11.00 rolled round.
Deciding she was tired she moved upstairs to her comfy bedroom to retire for the night. Her trusty Alsatian dog following her all the time.
After being asleep for a short time she awoke to a dripping noise coming from the bathroom. Not afraid, but curious as to what the noise was she lowered her hand down beside her bed to gain a little comfort from the Alsatian. She felt the warmth of his soft tongue as he licked her hand, showing her that he was O.K and that everything would be alright. Feeling assured she drifted off to sleep once more.
Waking once again to the sounds of the dripping tap, or whatever it was, in the bathroom she instinctively dropped her hand down to pet her dog. Once again her dog offered up the loyal companionship that only a much trusted and loved pet can, and licked her hand and she once again fell asleep.
For the last time she woke up again, that annoying noise was still going, she reached for her dog but found he wasn’t there. Wondering where her parents were at this time of night (it was about 3.30am by this time) and looking for her dog she walked out into the bathroom.
A horrifying sight met her, the dog had been mutilated and was creating the dripping noise, as blood slowly fell and pooled on the floor below. Screaming she ran back through the house and attempted to call the police. The phone was dead, and she turned to suddenly see her parents also mutilated behind her. Her screams could be heard as she looked down at a note written in blood, it read: “Humans Can Lick Too My Beautiful”.
You know, football weather. The kind of weather when you can wear shorts or jeans and feel good in either. The kind of weather when you can wear a t-shirt all day before throwing on your favorite hoodie once the sun goes down.
This is also the time of year when I get smacked in the face with terrible allergies, so I can’t open my window or go for a walk without sneezing my brains out and hating my life.
For fall to get here. There’s just something about that first day in September when you feel a little bit of a bite in the air and the way mornings in October feel. I’ll probably be saying the same thing about summer right around February, when winter starts to get a little too long, but I hope everyone who reads this understands that fall in Colorado is perfect. We don’t have the New England foliage that everyone I know seems to brag about, but we have aspen trees and delicate little snowstorms that coat everything without turning to slush or being too cold… we have mornings where you need a jacket which fade into afternoons where it’s sunny and only a little chilly. It’s not gray, it’s not windy, it’s just pleasant. And I miss my boots.
Is it too early for me to get excited about fall? Too soon to get excited for colorful leaves? Too soon to get excited for scarves, boots, and hoodies? I certainly hope not. I’m ready for cooler weather. Summer was nice but now I’m ready for a change.
autumn why can’t you come faster?? I want to make leaf piles and go for hikes and hear the crunch of the leaves after each step I take. I want to go pumpkin picking and go in search of the perfect squash. I want to wear my jeans and coziest hoody. I want to sit by a warm fire and sip on some nice warm tea or hot cocoa, with a book in hand. I want to walk outside and see all of different coloured leaves. What I hope for the most is that I’ll have someone to share all this with.