Having worked in the event industry
        for
        over twelve years, in historic mansions, I have seen and heard
        things
        that are inexplainable.
        There was a certain office manager who reportedly claimed
        hearing
        'voices', and said to have witnesses to back her up.  The
        first
        time she heard strange voices occurred while she sat in the
        piano room
        of the Boettcher Mansion nestled on top of Lookout Mountain. It
        was
        built in 1912, as a summer hunting lodge by Charles Boettcher,
        one of
        Colorado's famous entrepreneurs.  Admittedly, I thought to
        myself
        that the woman was a nutcase! My respect fell short for her and
        I must
        say that I had made fun of her account several times.  
        Coincidently, the voices heard by the office manager happened
        within a
        week or two proceeding the death of a Boettcher heir.  In
        fact it
        was notably a suicide.  Having met the Boettcher family
        personally, worked the memorial service and spoke on occasion to
        past
        caretakers of the house, I want to tell this story with care and
        respect.  The Boettcher legacy has been a Colorado
        endearment, as
        The Boettcher Foundation has done so much for Colorado and its
        people.  
        Now picture this, I am sitting at the desk in the entrance of
        this
        incredible Arts and Crafts mansion...alone...about ready to
        close the
        house at dusk when, suddenly I HEARD THE VOICE!
        Stricken with absolute fear, as what I heard was the most
        saddest cry
        (from the hallway, fifteen feet away)...it was a woman's
        voice. 
        Could it have possible been the voice of the mother's who grown
        child
        has just died?  
        If having to 'eat your own words' isn't revenge enough, don't
        know what
        is!
        At that moment, it felt as though my temperature dropped, I was
        paralyzed and I couldn't move my hand to press one button to
        call the
        on site caretaker.  Once I could breath again, I did phone
        the
        caretaker to come over and investigate the house.
        This occasion was the beginning to many moments of having to
        call the
        caretaker.  He has his own strange stories as well that are
        not
        explainable, but he's still not convinced as to the place being
        haunted.
        Many nights I would be working late alone and had heard
        footsteps in
        the kitchen. Often times I would run down the stairs to scare
        the
        person, I thought may be trying to scare me, yet to no avail -
        no one
        would be there.  If it is quiet at night and no one is
        around, the
        house seems to come alive as all old houses do with insane
        sounds that
        give you chills.  But how does one explain hearing
        footsteps
        around 8:30 each evening in the kitchen.  The footsteps
        were
        always behind me, but I continued to work through the noise as
        fast as
        I could.  On occasion, when the sound of footsteps would
        get to
        me, I like a child would call my mom and tell of the
        happening...she'd
        insist I leave...
         but work always prevailed.
        Some people during parties would report seeing women in 20's
        style
        clothing, or men outside standing by a nearby car. 
        Sometimes
        psycics would come through on a tour but they always hesitated
        to tell
        me what they felt.   I have been gone for quite some
        time and
        currently the house is undergoing renovations, including the
        nemesis
        kitchen.  The upstairs offices, once servants bedrooms,
        always
        gave me the creeps.  I still have strange dreams about the
        house.  I always wondered what would happen during an
        investigation.
        One of the last strange things that happened before I left, was
        again
        while working late, during an October, cold and foggy
        night...all the
        lights off in the house except my office, and startlingly the
        grand
        piano played by itself!  My explanation for this is that at
        the
        time, there was a small radio used in the fireside room and
        sometimes a
        jazz radio station would play while even being turned off. 
        It was
        due to the radio towers on top of Lookout Mountain.  The
        jazz
        station has interfered with weddings and other events.  So
        that's
        my rational explanation of the night I heard the soft lilt of
        the
        cheery piano tune.
        Other co-workers have experienced weird and creepy things, that
        have
        made them go home early and not finish projects!  Boettcher
        Mansion has also taped past family members account of living
        there and
        former servants and caretakers who I've been privileged to meet
        have
        all stated their accounts of strange and irritating occurrences.
        So in the end, I have learned not to judge people so
        harshly...as now
        my family thinks that I am the crazy one!
        
        Working also at the Grant Humphreys and Byers Evans House
        Museum, I can
        truly say that really nothing creepy or unnerving got to
        me. 
        Again I worked many late nights alone, but felt comfortable at
        those
        locations.  Caterers would tell me their stories of past
        employees
        who will never work at Grants again due to the encounters they
        experienced.
        While closing down the house the beautiful hand painted
        portraits of
        the family members were perceived to be staring at you from
        every angle
        of the room, but I was told that portraits used to painted that
        way on
        purpose!