This story takes place in the tiny mountain village of Platoro, Colorado, in a three storey building called Skyline Lodge. The lodge consists of a general store, a restaurant, and rooms for guests as well as employee housing. Which is what I was, an employee.
I worked as a cook for 5 seasons (May-November) and my wife was a front desk clerk and waitress. We were told tales when we first arrived of strange noises, shadows seen moving about, and a few personal experiences of strange happenings. We were told of the young man who committed suicide years ago by gunshot on the 2nd floor in what was now the owners of the lodge bedroom/office. We were told about the older gentleman who had a heart attack and passed away in the lobby, and of "Little Eva", the teenage girl who worked as a prostitute during the mining boom (late 1800's) and was shot and killed by the wife of a miner while standing on the porch of a building that still stood in the area. Eva\'s grave was on the property, an unmarked concrete slab in the middle of a field. One of these 3 people were usually to blame when strange things would happen.
My own personal experiences in my time there were a door, the door that went outside from the back storage room of the kitchen, shutting and locking behind me after I had gone outside to dispose of garbage, fryer grease, etc. This was a very large, heavy door that in no way should have been able to close itself, let alone lock itself. Also in this same room on more than one occasion after hearing a loud noise, I would walk in to find bowls, plates, cans, etc. Lying on the floor. This is also the area where many employees reported seeing shadows "out of the corner of their eye" only to turn around and see no one there.
Another hot spot was an employee bedroom on the second floor. Many people while staying in this room reported having nightmares and feelings of being watched. A young couple was in this room one night playing cards and all of a sudden the young man's pistol, which was lying on a bedside table went off, the bullet going into a wall!
Once while I was on the second floor in my bedroom, standing looking out the window with the door open, a small roll of trash bags that had been lying on a small table in the hallway outside my door came flying into the room landing on the floor directly behind me, a distance of about 12ft from where they had been.
But the most memorable experience for me personally happened late one night while my wife and I were in bed. It was around 11:00pm and we had been in bed 15-20 minutes we awoke to the sound of loud footsteps on the 3rd floor (directly above us). Then the sound of furniture being dragged across the floor (chairs, tables, etc.). It's important to note that there was no carpeting in the lodge, all wood floors, and nearly all the furniture was heavy, wooden, handmade tables and chairs. So the sound of these things being moved was loud and very distinctive. This noise went on for 10-15 minutes. This was the area that employees would gather to play games and watch TV. So I assumed this was what was going on. But after nearly 20 straight minutes, and because I had to be up at 5:30am, I decided to go upstairs and ask them to keep the noise down. After getting to the bottom of the staircase to the 3rd floor I was surprised to see no lights on the third floor, as well as hearing no noise. I climbed the stairs to find a dark room without as much as a TV being on. I hit the light switch at the top of the stairs thinking surely they must have heard me coming and were hiding behind the furniture on the other side of the room just to mess with me. After crossing this large room I found I was completely alone! With my heart racing and the chills, I went back down to my room to explain to my wife that no one was up there! My wife said seconds after I had walked out of the room and started walking down the hallway towards the stairs, the noise stopped, and we didn't hear it the rest of the night.