I had an interesting "encounter" at a bed and breakfast in Cripple
Creek a year and a half ago (a "ghostly" encounter, not the other
kind!).
The drive up Phantom Canyon (what an appropriate name!) was a bit much
for my low-land husband; he developed altitute sickness, so once we hit
Cripple Creek I began looking for a place to let him rest. We
passed a bed and breakfast I had heard of, so I stopped and rented a
room for the night. As poor Joe was in no shape to explore, I
left him tucked in bed (moaning just a little bit) and roamed the
town's streets myself. I also took a Ghost Walk with the owner of
a local B&B just to have something to do. As we walked past
where Joe and I were staying, he mentioned that the very room we were
renting was reportedly haunted. Supposedly, one guest woke during
the night and saw a little girl sitting at a desk beside her bed.
Other guests had reported the same little girl looking out the upstairs
window, but no one knew a thing about her.
That night, as I lay beside my light-headed husband, I had the most
peculiar dream. I saw nothing, but I heard the most lovely, warm,
feminine (and adult) voice repeat quietly, "Her name's Nancy; the
little girl's name is Nancy."
I have idea if the little ghost girl's name is actually Nancy, but I
did dutifully report the incident to the owners the next morning.
After all, every ghost deserves a name, even the little ones. I
then packed up Joe and drive him to lower ground. I haven't heard
anything from Nancy or the B&B's owner, but maybe someday one of
them will drop me a line, letting me know if Nancy truly exists.
In the meantime, I wonder about the voice, and Joe scampers about
peacefully on the flat Indiana prairie.
