Colorado Ghost Stories. Antonio Boone's Garcez
every corner and room. That’s when I noticed the pictures—crayon marks on the walls in one of the bedrooms. I did not expect to see them. It was as if a child had chosen a small section of the wall, a six- by-four area to draw a series of pictures. There were about eight of these faint pictures that were about four feet high from the floor. As far as subject matter, they were what a child would draw, clouds, houses, animals, etc. I didn’t pay them any further attention, and chose that bedroom to begin the cleaning.
I began by removing the carpet at one of the room’s corner. As I was cutting it into sections before carrying it out to the front yard, I pulled up a three-by-three section of carpet by the wall where the child’s drawings were. Suddenly, I was hit on the back of my head with a flying roll of toilet paper! I dropped what I was doing and spotted the roll of paper, rolling along the floor, until it stopped against the wall. I didn’t hear footsteps or any other sound.
I called out, “Rodney, what are you doing here?” I waited for his voice to answer, and when none came, I jumped up and walked to the living room calling his name, but he was nowhere. I walked to the front yard and didn’t see a car, or sign of anyone else on the street. Instantly, I became so upset, that I didn’t want to return inside the house. I was genuinely scared at that point.
I threw my carpet knife inside the living room, closed the front door, locked it and got into my car and drove back home. You need to keep in mind the time of day was early morning, the sun was out, and people were already busy with their day’s activities. Once I arrived home, I called Rodney and described my experience. He said he would return home at his lunch break so I could give him a more detailed explanation.
When he finished hearing my story, he said he would not return to his office and would accompany me to the house. He changed his office clothes and when we got to the house, we entered the front door and were hit with the reeking stench of what resembled old urine. “What’s that!” Rodney said, “What died in here!” Because the windows were still opened, I surmised that whatever was causing the stench must have come in from the outside. Both of us walked all around the outside of the house, and didn’t see or smell anything close to what we smelled in the house.
Things were getting stranger and stranger. Rodney was first to speak about the possibility that maybe the house was haunted. I didn’t want to even speak the words, but when he said that, I looked at him and said, “Yeah, well what could have hit me with that paper roll, and how about that figure I saw outside the window!”
We simply could not explain why these odd and ghostly things were happening. I really felt very reluctant to go back inside the house. As we were standing on the driveway, discussing the predicament, Rodney turned to face the small kitchen widow that was above the sink, raised his arm to point and said, “Who’s that?” I turned and spotted, just as he was disappearing, the same figure of the man I had seen earlier, from inside the kitchen now looking out!
We both ran to the sidewalk and didn’t need any further evidence to convince us that what we had both seen was a ghost! The house was as haunted as any house could be, and so we decided to put it back on the market!
We swore not to tell anyone of our experience, but we couldn’t keep such a story to ourselves. That same Saturday, we had a pre- planned dinner party with two other male couples, and we described to them our house and what we had seen. The response from our friends was predictable; they simply didn’t believe us and had a good laugh at our expense. Rodney and I looked at each other and without saying a word, we decided to simply go along with the fun and act as if we had just been caught spinning a long tale.
After the evening’s get-together was over, we knew that our personal story with our friends was not believed as being truthful, and could it be by anyone else? So in an attempt to save ourselves any problems, we’ve not disclosed this to anyone else, until my interview with you today.
We sold the house and have not had any further contact with the new owners after signing the closing papers. Personally I don’t venture out to that area of town if I can help it, and definitely not to the street where the house stands. I’m not quite sure why we experienced the ghost at the house, what it wanted, or why it was hanging out at the property, but that’s for someone else to discover. Rodney and I don’t want to mess around with the “spiritual.” We believe it’s best to let God handle those matters.”
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