It was a beautiful spring day, and my friend was coming for a visit. We decided to go to Estes Park for the weekend. We talked as we drove up the mountain, he asked if this was where “The Shining” was filmed. It was a glorious day - blue sky, beautiful scenery and a perfect way to begin our trip.
As we approached the overlook of Estes Park with the Rocky Mountains rising up in the background it was a spectacular sight. We drove toward town and noticed a striking building on the hill. Neither of us knew what it was, so we decided to investigate.
As we drove closer, we marveled at the perfectly manicured grounds and then saw the sign “The Stanley Hotel”. We agreed that we had to see this but that it would be too expensive to stay there.
After checking in, the desk clerk informed us that the hotel was haunted and that they had ghost tours in the basement after dark. We thought it was amusing and a good tourist attraction but declined.
We decided immediately that this would not be comfortable and asked to change rooms. They moved us to a large, beautifully appointed suite with a great view of the mountains.
Throughout the evening, several people approached me saying I looked like someone they knew. When I went downstairs to the restroom, I felt a chill in the air. The entire time I was there I felt as though I was being watched, it made me very uneasy, and I hurried back to our table. My friend laughed when I told him and reminded me about the ghost tours. I thought it was funny, and quickly put it aside.
Just then, my friend asked if someone was behind him. Standing over his shoulder I could see the faint outline of a young girl. We both were stunned, not sure what was happening. Slowly we began to speak, this felt like a child’s spirit nothing malevolent or frightening.
Suddenly, the energy changed dramatically, the room filled with cold air and a bright light flashed across the room and splashed on the bureau mirror. It felt as though dozens of very angry people were trying to get into the room.
We talked to her for some time and then she said she was not surprised that I had a bad experience. She told me I looked very much like a woman who passed away many years ago.
We drove back down the mountain in silence; years later I still think about what we encountered in that strange and dark place. I have never returned to the Stanley or to Estes Park.