As of late, I can’t seem to shake off the lurking ‘Brown Palace’ experience I had last year, so I decided it was best to write it down and share with all of you.
I know many people don’t believe in paranormal activity, but I do. In my life, I have come across many inexplicable circumstances – and one in particular stands out above the rest. It all happened when I stayed in Denver’s Brown Palace a year ago…a place that is world renowned for being haunted….
I was presenting at a Denver conference last summer, and my company put me up in a beautiful, historic 5 star hotel – The Brown Palace. Its interior was dimly lit, adorned with historic decorations. My room was on the 3rd floor, second to last from the end of the corridor. I came back at 7pm, grabbed dinner at the restaurant downstairs, and proceeded back up to my room.
9:00 p.m. – I was exhausted and ready for bed. I slipped into the covers and turned on the TV. Then I heard it. A loud knocking coming from the left side of the wall next to a large window. I attributed it to noisy neighbors and ignored it.
10:00 p.m. – Knocking again, it’s happening more frequent and getting louder by the hour. I called downstairs and they sent up an engineer. His name was Keith. He sat in my room and listened to the knocking. He turns to me and says, (I quote) “Sorry miss, there isn’t any way someone is knocking on the other side. There is nothing on the other side of this wall but the streets of Denver.” I follow his gaze and look out the window. It was true, unless Spidey was knocking while dangling upside down, it would be impossible to do.
11:00 p.m. – Now the knocking is happening every 15 mins or so, longer and louder. Trying to not over think it. My TV starts flickering. Something doesn’t feel right.
11:30 p.m. – I can’t take it any longer. I beg the front desk to search for any other room in the hotel. Everything is taken. I called around Denver, no rooms available. Motel 6 was full. Booked out for conference.
11:45 p.m. - Strange things start happening in the room….sounds of trains, piping and creaking. I feel a slight draft coming from the bathroom wall.
Midnight – The front desk knows it’s me when I call. I have nowhere to go, and no other option. The night manager kindly had his staff send up NyQuil. I take all 4 and try to sleep with lights on.
7:00 a.m. – I’m wide awake and the knocking seems to have gotten quieter. I start packing and realize my sweaters are missing. I stuff everything in my bag in 15 mins and am out the room door.
9:00 a.m. I’m on a shuttle to the airport when Brown Palace calls me. They said housekeeping found my grey sweaters folded perfectly on top of the bed in the empty room on the 7th floor. Asked me where to send them…
I have no idea how my sweaters left my room and got to the 7th floor. All I know is that I really don’t want them back.
Fast forward one year, same month, but in 2011.
I get a text message from a make up artist at 6:00 a.m. “where are you, Katie?” she asks, “I’m waiting for you in the lobby, what’s your room #?”
I’m confused, thinking I got booked for a gig that had somehow got pushed up, I call her back immediately.
She says, “Katie, you’re getting married today, right? I’m your make up artist. I’m waiting for you in the lobby of The Brown Palace.”
Aside from the initial shock of ‘how did you get my #?’, I was in LA and I was pretty sure I wasn’t getting married, and if I was – I sure as all hell wouldn’t pick The Brown Palace.
It’s all just a coincidence….right?