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“Gray boy” appears in the middle window near the window frame in the picture on the left. It also seems like some one is standing over him. You can make out a white collar and a partial face.

 

 

          My Stories:

                    UPDATED: 7/9/2008

 

 The reason I am starting this website is for those of us who have witnessed paranormal activity or have seen ghosts or spirits and need to talk to others who will listen and believe their story. This activity could be happening in your home or at a place where you work or it even could have happened years ago...anywhere to you or a friend. Feel free to send us your stories, even include pictures if you want and we’ll put them on the site free of charge, for us and others to read. Ok, I’ll start my story with this really strange picture that I took, below. There is a lot going on in this picture even though it appears to be an empty room… it’s not.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

             This is the living room of a house that is said to once be owned by P.T. Barnum in the 1850’s. It is now part of a facility that is used as a residential treatment center for juvenile delinquents and gang bangers in Denver, Colorado. More about that and my haunting experiences working here as an overnight counselor as I update this site.

              First lets look closely at this picture then I’ll explain who “Gray boy” is. Look on the left side of the picture near the pipes on the wall and you can see an orb, then look in the window and you can see it’s reflection. This phenomenon  is something that is highly unusual in orb photos, an actual orb reflection! I started to look more closely at this photo to see if there was more to this odd phenomenon. So I blew up the photo and saw this figure of a kid looking back at me and it dawned on me who he is because I recognized him from when I worked there. This little boy used to suddenly and randomly appear and would look at you from around corners and walk down the hallways. Often he would stare at you from around a corner for a good 10 seconds or so, so it’s kind of ironic that in the close up picture on the right, you can see him peeking around the window frame. I’ve seen him on four different occasions and every time I would see him he did not seem transparent, but more solid like a tangible real person standing in front of you. However, there is no color to him at all, he’s completely gray, about 4 feet tall and he’s dressed in clothing that was common for little boys during the early 1900’s. So I named him “Gray boy.”

             Now that I think I’ve peaked your interest in this place, I’ll give you a little history. First, let me say that as much as I would love to say where this exact location is, it is under video surveillance on the inside and out, it houses juvenile delinquents and is run by the State of Colorado judicial system. So if you do the research and find out where it is, and you’re thinking about going there for a ghost hunt, you do this at your own risk. I personally don’t recommend it here. You might get a trespassing charge slapped on you. Only a warning. (wink)

             I worked there for many years with my good friend Pete. We still know most of the staff that still works there, so we will take more photos and put them up on this site as well as many others that we have already taken. And trust me we have a lot! I will also publish the latest news of activity as I get those updates as well as your stories and photos.

             Ok, back to the history on this place. P.T. Barnum used this as his summer home into the late 1800’s, it was then sold to an architect that lived there until about 1924. While this family, the Bowman’s, lived here, they named the house “Yamecila.” Mr. Bowman designed the Park Hill Methodist Church, the Colburn and Cosmopolitan hotels, Cole and Byers junior high schools, the Norman apartment building and the headquarters for the El Jebel Shrine all while living in this house. In the early 1920’s, his wife and son died in the house. I still don’t know how or if it was at the same time or what, I‘m still researching that information. We believe that “Gray boy” is William Norman Bowman’s young son who died in the house. More about his wife in future web site updates, let’s just say for now that she’s usually seen without legs, floating about a foot off the floor and likes to throw objects at people when they invade her space. Following his wife’s death, W.N. Bowman sold the house to the Sisters of Saint Francis and it was used as a tuberculosis sanitarium from 1924 to 1941. In the 1920’s a chapel, tuberculosis dormitory and a small house for the nuns was added to the 3 acre property. Mr. Bowman went to live in the Norman apartments after the sale was final. The dormitory is where the residential treatment center houses it’s teenage clients today. These kids and us staff have seen a lot of activity here from crawling tuberculosis patients, to black entities, even a little girl who sits at the end of the resident’s beds and constantly sobs.

             The history of the place is a bit sketchy after the sanitarium was closed down in 1941, but I do know that it became an educational facility and home for delinquent children in the late 1970’s. This place is literally crawling with activity. Those guys on these ghost hunter TV shows would not know what hit them if they were ever granted access to this facility. A lot of local news channels and news papers try to gain access every Halloween and are denied. That’s where I come in. I have the connections and I have a camera. So stay tuned and feel free to send me any stories and/or pictures you might have below.  

 

 

 

                                                     The Big Black 7 Foot Entity

             Sometimes when your telling yourself not to do something, you just don’t listen and go ahead and do it anyway. One night in the summer of 2004, Pete and I had been at work for a few hours or so, so it must have been around 1:00 in the morning and the alarm for the weight room door started to act up. The door for the weight room was located down some stairs in an outdoor court yard. Across the courtyard from the weight room was the chapel that the nuns had built and had attached to the Barnum house. All this is attached to the treatment center so you can see in the chapel windows from standing on the stairs that lead down into the courtyard from the treatment center. So, now that I’ve covered that, Pete decides that he is going down to the weight room to lock the door to stop the alarm from acting up. He asks me to stand on the stairs to the treatment center and hold the door open so he can go across the courtyard and lock up the weight room and would not get locked out. I agree and hold the door. Now Pete is taking forever to do something that should only take two minutes. I can hear him down there, “Look at this mess. These kids are worse than pigs. I’ve never seen so much… Blah Blah.” Meanwhile, I’m still standing there holding the door open and getting quite bored with it. So, of course I know that I can see right into the chapel windows if I really want to. But do I want to? A lot of people have seen ghosts of nuns, and all kinds of other wild stuff in there. So I tell myself, “Don’t look in there just incase you might see a ghost or something else. You’re having a good night. Don’t ruin it.” Temptation soon overcame boredom and I had a peek into the window. Wait is there something there? I can’t see the door that leads to the house from the chapel or maybe it’s just too dark in there. Then I could see the doorway (below) and slowly backing through it was this big black entity that was blocking the doorway before and was probably starring right at me the whole time! SHIT!!! I felt this waft of evil or

 dread or something that came from it come                                                                                                                   

over me and I ran down the hallway in residential                                                                                                

and left Pete locked out in the courtyard. I was

at my car in seconds and ready to say

good reddens to that place and that job.

I can now hear Pete calling me from the

other side of the building. It literally must

have taken me a half an hour to get it

together and get back in there and let him

in. I have never felt that scared in all my life. That thing, whatever it was carried so much dread and evil to it that I came damn close to quitting right then and there. I explained to Pete what had happened and he said that the last person who worked that shift with him saw it too and did quit the job. Only that time it came through the door and into the hallway in the residential treatment center from the chapel on the other side of the door. Thank God he was so understanding. I only saw that thing once, but that was once too many and I never went into that room again alone no matter what the circumstance was.

 

                                    A Good Book And A Fist In The Back

                 On the way to work one night, Pete and I were talking about what exactly these ghosts were and how we could communicate with them since we see them so frequently. There were many different kinds of entities, shadow figures, mists in rooms, and just plain old spirit apparitions that made themselves known to everyone there quite often, even in the middle of the day. What did they want? What were they trying to say? Were they trying to get all of our attention for some reason to let us know something, or were they just residual? You know, like a recording that keeps on repeating it’s self. Walking down a hallway and staring straight ahead or crawling around in circles like the old skinny naked TB patient that we would see out in the courtyard that was mentioned in the story above. They just do the same thing over and over. They don’t look at you like Gray boy does or make any contact with you like the lady who’s cut in half does. Why? On many occasions we talked in the car on the way to work about how we were feeling that night. “Invincible! I got 6 hours of sleep today and I feel like I can take on the world! So when I see something tonight, I’m gonna ask it who it is and what it wants!” Yea, right. I can talk big in the car, but when you’re there in the thick of it and some lady who’s missing her legs is throwing pots and pans off the shelf in the kitchen at you, you don’t think about asking questions. Just get me the hell outta there!

             One night Pete brings in this book called, “The Beautiful Side of Evil.” He says it’s about making actual contact with these spirits and understanding why they visit us. So he decides to read some of it and it’s making some sense. “They come back to complete unfinished business or feel they have a responsibility to protect the place that they frequent or even protect a certain individual that they form an attraction to.” So we’re sitting in the office pictured below. I’m in a chair at the desk, and Pete’s in a chair next to the desk facing me and then

                                                                                                     Pete gets to this part in the book about how it           

                                                                                                        has been proven that you can actually get rid

                                                                                                        of them and how to do it. Before we get through

                                                                                                        with the first paragraph of the chapter, I feel a

                                                                                                        strong fist hit me in the back as if it was a really

                                                                                                        strong push. I think it’s one of the residents that

                                                                                                        got up and was playing a joke on me. Then  I

                                                                                                        look over at Pete and he’s got this scarred look

                                                                                                       on his face and his hair is blowing around on the

                                                                                                        top of his head like he was in a wind storm. We are in doors with no windows or doors open to the outside.

We look at each other and that’s when we both realize this

at the same time and decide it would be best to run like hell!

We make a B-line to the back door that leads to the outside

and to our safety and stay out there for a good half an hour

before getting the guts to go back in. Needless to say, we

both chickened big time and did not make any contact with

them or it or what ever it was that did that. All I know is

that when I turned around and no one was there and Pete felt something too, that thing wanted us to stop the reading now! So we did and never opened that book there again. Pete finished the book at home and told me a little more about what that chapter was all about. I know that they are there. I respect them. After all they were people like you and me at one time. They don’t hurt you. (in most cases.) I don’t know, I feel like I don’t want to do some fancy ritual or say something to get rid of them. Pete agrees. I could never get the guts to say anything even when it was only Gray boy starring at me so how am I ever going to get the stones to say something to make a ghost go away for good. That’s not up to me. I think it’s kind of cool to have them around. Don’t think that I’m selfish or anything because they should be at rest. That is also not up to me why that hasn’t happened.  

 

       The Number 8 Closet

             There are 2 residents to a room in the “U” shaped residential treatment part of the facility and 13 separate rooms. The office is located in the middle of the “U” shape. One of the rules from our boss was that we had to do a “room check” every 30 minutes to make sure that the residents weren't killing each other or smoking contraband that was smuggled in or simply to make sure that they were there and tucked into bed, in slumber land and accounted for. So you would walk from one room to another, opening each door and you had to see if each resident was in bed and safe before you moved on to the next room. Sometimes you did this alone when the other person you were working with was in the office fighting off the sleep depravation. Very often you would see or hear something in a resident’s room that made you feel uncomfortable like a sheet on an empty bed moving or that little girl who sits on the end of the bed and sobs. So Pete and I had a common practice to do these room checks together to avoid the jitters when it was an active night. As you can see in the pictures of me in the last two stories, I am wearing a key ring around my neck. These keys are used by staff to access rooms and closets that are off limits to the residents. One of these keys has a number 8 stamped on it and opens a closet that is used to store the resident’s toothpaste, deodorant, razors and other personal hygiene items. Each personal item has each kid’s name on it to avoid fighting over who’s is who’s during the morning routine. The door on this closet closes and locks automatically. One night Pete and I were doing a routine room check together, as we left the office we turned right, walked past the number 8 closet on the corner, turned right again and proceeded down to the end of the hall to start our room checks. We checked each room until we got back to the corner where the number 8 closet was. We both looked down and noticed  3 deodorant containers stacked in a pyramid on the floor in the middle of the hallway right in front of the closet door. We would have kicked these over if they were there 30 seconds ago, so we picked them up, unlocked the door to the number 8 closet and put them back on the shelf in the proper spot according to the resident’s name on each container. We thought that it was strange and we were saying stuff like, “That was a good one, never seen that one before.” out loud to the ghost who was responsible. We finished our room checks and sat down in the office and as we were talking about it we realized that we are the only ones that have the keys to that closet, we were together the whole time and most importantly that 3 solid pieces of matter (the deodorant) passed through that closet door with out opening it.  How in the hell is that possible? We never heard the door open or even heard this activity take place and we were no more than 20 feet away. Very very strange. That ranks up there as one of the most unusual things that has taken place there.

                                                                    

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