A Ghost at Georgetown, 1868

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Hi, Giselle, I don't know if you can access this comment so many months since your post regarding the Bainbridge ghost of Georgetown Colo. I just wanted to comment when we drove up above Georgetown a mile or two, towards Guanella Pass which was closed for the winter, we had stopped to see a waterfall (melting snow cascading down the rocky slope), and although it has been since late January of 2020 since we were there, I remember feeling an uncomfortable presence, like a feeling of dread, otherworldly knowing, after exiting the car to walk around a bit in the fresh air and sunshine. The area felt unsafe as though someone wanted to push me off the side of the path. Since we were on a switchback at high elevation, it was a bit dizzying and we left. There was definitely an odd and assuredly evil feeling there. I did not see anything evil. I seem to be protected from seeing and usually can only feel and sometimes hear evil spirits. I'm like you, I get away from it and do not ever open doors to it through curious delving or over interest. You are not crazy. The path was nowhere near an edge to fall from so it was odd I had a sense I could be shoved. Creepy but Georgetown itself is a beautiful mountain town, albeit full of history.

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Honestly, I’ve always been very sensitive to energies. I’ve picked up on spiritual energy since I was a child. My mom always tells me of this experience: I was 3 when my grandpa passed. It was my first memory, but only pieces. My mom did say that in his hospital room, I said “it’s very crowded in here.” But it was just me, her, my dad, and my grandpa. The way I said it spooked her.

Flash-forward. I’m now 27. I’m from Wisconsin, live in Denver, and my parents came to visit. We booked an airbnb in Georgetown. I hadn’t done research on the town, except to look for good nearby hikes that would be easy for them, and the Georgetown Loop train ride. I didn’t really know the history of the mines, though. I first got an eery feeling when we arrived at the house. At first, I thought of sleeping on the first floor. But it was too close to the basement. I settled with the solo bedroom on the second level.

I always struggle sleeping, but especially at night. Since I can remember. I hear creaks, I’ve kind of “seen” things, but I hide under my blanket. Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I see random images. I get feelings of dread and fright. This is the only place where I’ve heard several voices all at the same time, clear as day. In the middle of the night, I kept hearing someone on the stairs to my room, or by the front door. My mom came to check, because she also heard something. She normally doesn’t perceive the same things I do.

Lately, I’ve been trying to find more information about places I’ve been that I suspect are haunted. I finally looked up Georgetown, and found a lot of information I was unaware of. And that creepily align with things I experienced…when I mentioned hearing voices, I had my window cracked since it was summer, and I heard voices in the street outside. On a weeknight, in Georgetown at 2 AM…lol. I heard people that sounded like they were chanting or going after someone. Like in Beauty and the Beast, when they go after the Beast. Then, I saw the information about the lynching, and it aligns. Creepy as shit.

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