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.
