“People have gotten pictures with figures in them, smelled Mrs. Stanley’s perfume as she walked past, witnessed displaced couches, and so on. Everything was pretty lighthearted, and not too freaky.” —u/Egor3618 “Then, the rear doors opened, and I heard the sound of familiar voices. My reinforcements were there. I’d never been more relieved to hear other people’s voices than at that moment. One of the chefs helping me that morning made her way to the main line, and immediately stopped in her tracks when she saw me and said, ‘You look like you just saw a ghost.’ “I quickly told her what happened. We searched the galley for the ball and turned on all the lights. But nothing. No ball and no children. “I put my two weeks’ notice in the following day. The manager of the hotel asked me to sit down with him a few days later. He had heard my tale and wanted to chat me up about it. I thought that I had heard all of the tales associated with the alleged haunting of the Hotel Colorado, but there was one I hadn’t yet: Not long after the hotel opened, a little girl accidentally chased her red ball off a fifth-floor balcony and died. The manager said her ghost was seen frequently on the fifth floor in Victorian dress and has even reportedly played catch with some of the guest’s children. Her red ball was famous among workers of the hotel in previous generations, and its ghostly appearance frequented the banquet rooms, and yes, the kitchens, too.” —u/mjs5186 —deleted —u/xPhoenixJusticex —u/backwardsinheels —u/Cannibal_808 —u/southdakotadriver —u/Puzzleheaded-Gas1710 “Eventually, the front desk phone rang, and in the time it took to answer it, we both had disappeared. I calmed my friend down over the phone, and the next morning, we talked to try and rationalize what she ‘saw.’ The guest who had looked like our friend had come back to the front desk later that morning to inquire about some services but looked only vaguely similar. “What scares me to this day, that I never told my friend, is that when I got into our house, the kitchen clock was stuck on 2:17 — directly next to it sat a photo of my other roommate and me, smiling, that I had only developed that afternoon. Nothing ever weird happened at the hotel again, but it still makes me uneasy to this day.” —u/infinitygirl
