The Creepiest Vacation Tour Ever
Posted: Mon May 10, 2021 5:31 pm
So we were in southern Colorado last week. There is a Ute Indian Agency Building there that was also the home of Lafayette Head back in the 1850’s. The new owner was showing us the outside and telling us the importance of the place in Colorado history. Then he explaining that he doesn’t let people inside because of weird things that happen to visitors. He told us a story about sorting a box of photos and religious images into two piles one afternoon when out of nowhere a pigeon flew out of the rafters and scared the shit out of him. When he looked back down there was only one pile of photos in front of him. He started freaking out looking for the other pile and then realized the two piles had been combined while he was freaking out over the pigeon. He left the pile where it sat and got out of there. He had ghost busters come and remove a number of spirits from the building, there were numerous native children who were enslaved on the property and he thinks that is who was there. He told us there was one spirit that they could not get rid of though. He said a few previous visitors came and the thing attached itself to them and followed them home. Because of the attachments he didn’t want people going back in. After we walked around awhile and saw the site of the grist mill and the stables, he finally asked if we wanted to go inside.
Oh hell yes!
First we went into the slave quarters. As we approached the door both Annie Oakley and I got really creepy feelings like there were things waiting for us next to the door. Once we got inside everything was fine. This is the only haunted building I ever heard Annie say she might sit this one out. She knows her limits.
We went into the home part of the structure next and as soon as I crossed the threshold of the door something grabbed me by the neck. It took me a couple of days to realize what the sensation was, it was familiar in some way at the time, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. When I was a kid in Catholic school, the nuns would grab us by the neck in a pinch that would crush the muscles and nerves in your neck under their thumb. This was the pain, but without any pressure of a thumb, just the throbbing muscle and nerve pain on the left side of my neck. So the thing is right handed. We walked around inside for about 20 minutes and it never let up on me. There was one back room that we walked into and I got a weird dizzy feeling to go with the thumb in my neck. Whatever the thing was it got stronger in that room. When we walked out it stopped immediately. We were leaving in two trucks to go to the Lobato Bridge over the Rio Grande. It is about 15 miles away. We left town and a few minutes later the truck in front pulled over and one of the people in our group walked back to our truck and asked Annie how to get rid of things that attached themselves. He said he felt really weird and it started right after he walked out the door. Annie explained the process and he went back to the truck and we drove on.
We got to the bridge in about 30 minutes and we were walking around the site. I climbed down the bluff to look at grafitti on the cliff face below. As I walked under the bridge the thing from the Agency suddenly grabbed me by the neck with a vengeance again. I stopped and told it in a loud voice to go the fuck away and go back where it came from and after a couple of minutes it left.
Much food and tequila was consumed at a party later that night and I forgot about it. Yesterday I texted the guy who had the attachment and asked him if he had gotten rid of the thing and where? He said yes, he got rid of it at the bridge. He was up there by himself at the time and he saw me walking around down below. So I told him I knew where it went after it left him.
True story.
Oh hell yes!
First we went into the slave quarters. As we approached the door both Annie Oakley and I got really creepy feelings like there were things waiting for us next to the door. Once we got inside everything was fine. This is the only haunted building I ever heard Annie say she might sit this one out. She knows her limits.
We went into the home part of the structure next and as soon as I crossed the threshold of the door something grabbed me by the neck. It took me a couple of days to realize what the sensation was, it was familiar in some way at the time, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. When I was a kid in Catholic school, the nuns would grab us by the neck in a pinch that would crush the muscles and nerves in your neck under their thumb. This was the pain, but without any pressure of a thumb, just the throbbing muscle and nerve pain on the left side of my neck. So the thing is right handed. We walked around inside for about 20 minutes and it never let up on me. There was one back room that we walked into and I got a weird dizzy feeling to go with the thumb in my neck. Whatever the thing was it got stronger in that room. When we walked out it stopped immediately. We were leaving in two trucks to go to the Lobato Bridge over the Rio Grande. It is about 15 miles away. We left town and a few minutes later the truck in front pulled over and one of the people in our group walked back to our truck and asked Annie how to get rid of things that attached themselves. He said he felt really weird and it started right after he walked out the door. Annie explained the process and he went back to the truck and we drove on.
We got to the bridge in about 30 minutes and we were walking around the site. I climbed down the bluff to look at grafitti on the cliff face below. As I walked under the bridge the thing from the Agency suddenly grabbed me by the neck with a vengeance again. I stopped and told it in a loud voice to go the fuck away and go back where it came from and after a couple of minutes it left.
Much food and tequila was consumed at a party later that night and I forgot about it. Yesterday I texted the guy who had the attachment and asked him if he had gotten rid of the thing and where? He said yes, he got rid of it at the bridge. He was up there by himself at the time and he saw me walking around down below. So I told him I knew where it went after it left him.
True story.