good experiences while visiting, but there is something sad lurking
in the place.
My cousin took an apartment near
the park and one night in 2002 we were
walking through in the dark to get
to his place from King Soopers. As we
got near the pavilion, the
moonlight was full and you could see anything in
the bright light, including the
dew on the outline of the graves on the
We were walking and heard a voice
come at us from behind a tree or
something..saying "what are you
doing here, please leave me in thy peace!"
It was audible from about two feet
away. Both stunned, we looked for the
person and didn't see
anybody. We heard the voice again asking us "what are
you doing here, leave me in thy
peace!", and followed it to a big tree, but
there was nobody there or up in
it. It was not of language from the 21st
century, as people don't talk like
that anymore. It kind of freaked us
out. I made a joke saying if
it was some dead person, they are probably
pisssed that people are in his
I do feel a sense of sadness in
the park, especially driving near the South
side, and up near the crest of the
hill. There also bad vibes from the
botanical garden which it seems
the plants are not that lively there. It is
like people are sad that they are
forgotten about or lost, or something
terrible happened there. I am not
keen at picking up spirits, but sense
there is people like you and I who
have had their graves desecrated and some
who are just forgotten about. I
feel women and children here who are very
sad- perhaps some that have died
from diseases. Mr. Cheeseman and the city
of Denver should have been shot
for moving that graveyard and being corrupt
about it. And, how dastardly
it was to have his wife donate the money for
that pavilion to honor his name
when he was so corrupt about the removal of
bodies! I feel sorry for those
poor souls who are forever forgotten on
hallowed ground. But, it makes you
wonder if any of these people ever went
to heaven where they are supposed
to be, and why they are hanging on to
I notice you have a request on your website for people to write you
strange experiences they've had in Cheesman Park. I hope this is the
correct address to email. I don't really need help but I do need to tell
this story, even though it's not all that dramatic.
This past Memorial Day, 2 days before the full moon, I took a "shortcut"
through the park at about 9:30 at night. At that time I had not yet
learned about the park's history. I'd heard it was haunted, but that
was not on my mind that night. I followed the narrow dirt path that
people have created by cutting across the park at 12th Avenue.
I was heading West, and was about 3/4 of the way across the
main grassy part of the park when I walked through a "cold spot."
I know without a shadow of a doubt that's what it was. It was
much like walking into a freezer, and a chill went up the back
of my neck; I was afraid for an instant that it would keep getting
worse and worse and I'd actually freeze. I've had "chills" from fevers,
but this was profoundly different. A few feet further along the path
it dissipated and the temperature went back to normal.
I've never either believed or not believed in ghosts, and I
tend to be on the intellectual & skeptical side. But I believe
in the experience I had that night. I don't like being in the
park any more, even during the day. There is something
about it that breaks my heart, especially now that I have
learned about what happened there.
A person who
works at the Botanic Gardens writes:
I actually work right next to Cheeseman Park at Denver Botanic
am a security officer there and I have almost two years of
that two years I have worked Day, Swing, and Graveyard shifts. I
experienced a multitude of things during that time ranging from:
Seeing "mists" of human figures.
Seeing discernable human figures, color of clothing, skin, and hair
clearly visible. And I could not see through them which is what
Hearing my name being whispered.
Hearing screaming in my ear.
Women screaming inside the building and out in the gardens.
Hearing doors slam.
Hearing the crinkle of someone sitting on a leather couch and no one
My keys fell out of a door and landed several feet away from the door.
Not to mention the countless times of overwhelming feelings of sadness,
anger, and fear.
In all these events I was alone, I have several witnesses to the events
A chair rolled across the room.
Something grabbed my friends ankle and she literally jumped into my
Something grabbed my friends shoulder and tried to pull him into a
The emergency phone from inside the elevator has rang on more than one
Something grabbed my friends necklace which had a "moon crystal" where
pendant would normally be. It looked at it for a second and then
back on her chest.
We have videotape of what appears to be a boy peeking out from behind a
cabinet in a secret staircase from the Library to the Master Bedroom
have now both been converted to offices)
in the "Waring House" which is an old mansion that was donated to the
We have pictures of "orbs" in some very haunted places in the main
A the white figment of a boy allowed us to touch him, put our hands
him, which sort of changed the color of our hands and we could still
something, but their was no temperature change.
That about sums it up as far as the paranormal activity that I've seen
the other security officers and employees of this facility have given
countless other other stories of paranormal events.
In addition gardeners have found coffin handles, finger bones, and
other items while digging and planting their plants.
Yet another story:
About a year ago, Fall of 2005, my wife and I had just watched a ghost
show on television. The paranormal group, which I believe was yours was
trying to get two young ladies to spend the night in the park in a
tent. It was a very exciting storyline, investigation, with it all on
film. The girls were all giggly and excited. It appeared like they were
at an amusement park and not the haunted Cheesman park! Well, it didn't
take long and things started to change the girls mood. Because of this
show on the park I did a little background work to find out more about
the park. We were both saddened and abhored at the sloppy and
insensitive way that all of the remaining souls last resting place were
dealt with. So on that Fall evening we got up the courage to go see for
ourselves.Partly out of curiousity and partly would we see a
ghost? Mainly out of saddness and feeling bad for the abandoned
grave sites. We parked and started walking. We could definetly feel
numerous ruts and indentations everywhere we walked. Some so deep that
in the dark, even with flashlights, at least I almost tripped to the
ground more than once. Like looking for a needle in a haystack, we had
the notion to try and find where the girls in the tent had been. With
only the notion of them being by a couple of pine trees ( they are all
over the park by the way) we just kept looking. I saw one area that I
thought looked like it might be it and we went towards it. I walked
into a wall of coldness. It was about 50 degrees that night, but this
was at least a 20 to 25 degree drop and we could see our breathe. We
became a little freaked out and walked away from that area. A short
time later after walking around the old Mausoleum area, my wife said
she neaded to go back to the car and get something. I wanted to go with
her, but she insisted that she would be o.k. She was in view of me and
just a sprint away any how. After about ten minutes she got back to me
and we started walking again. All of a sudden she jerked on my arm to
stop and looked at me with a look I in ten years have never seen on her
face before. "What's wrong" I asked her? " Did you see that" she said.
"No" See what" I replied. " Something was walking next to me" and " as
I was walking back from the car," Something or someone was walking up
behind me," "I could hear the footsteps crinkleing in the freshly
fallen leaves." That's it, it's time to go I thought and we did. We
have since been back during the day, but have'nt had the will to go
back at night. We just really would like to see the city at least put
up a memorial for all of those abandoned graves. It's the least they
could do! Thanks, MK.