First Paranormal Experience In Denver....... October 2005

This is copied almost directly from my blog of October 2005, the event in question was on the 25 October 2005 and this entry was written early in the morning of 26 October 2005.

Well Crystal took myself, John and Gary to a creepy canyon yesterday night. Below is my memories of going through the canyon. There is a picture to go with this entry. I guess it is yet another reason to move here.

As we entered the canyon. I saw a white flash in front of the car, when I took stock of myself there was a guide taking us through the canyon. His name was Dark River, called so because of his ability to wind through the canyon like the river and because of his dark hair.

Everywhere I looked I was able to see spirits, all gentle peaceful people, until we reached the Colorado Hotel. My first instinct was as you know that there had been a massacre there. In fact there had been several over the years including the fire and flood you mentioned. The place is on some sort of Navajo Indian energy source where our world and the spirit world meet. Dark River then threw the vista I described at me. It was 1860 something. Pioneer days anyways I would guess. I caught a glimpse of the hotel, It was a fun place to go. There had been some sort of celebration, but it had gone sour. Two men walked out of the door stern looking creatures, I didn't see their faces, when I turned to look for the car, there was a stagecoach parked where the car was in our time frame. It was all fuzzy but quite a strange feeling of clarity. I closed my eyes and focused on the current time frame and that’s how I managed to see Gary and brought myself out if it.

From there on I saw numerous skulls on posts as we went through the canyon, my hands were clammy and I felt quite cold. In addition I recall seeing owl totems, eagle totems, mountain lion totems and some terrible creatures I have no name for, in addition to several human forms.

At the spot you said about the scream that could be heard Crystal. I can tell you what happened. I have no names but a black girl of 14 or 15 who had been abused by her master's son as a plaything sexual was shot dead and thrown alive into the freezing river. She died hours later of bleeding to death after dragging herself to the river bank. Her body was never and has never been found

At all times Dark River was in front of the car, watching over us. As we were about I would guess at most a mile away from the main road, I smelt camphor and wood smoke, not pine like you would find in the canyon. It was then I heard the drums and a voice "aya tella aya umun mani" repeated over and over like a ritual. Just before we turned to the real road again Dark River turned to the car faced me placed his right arm over his chest and beat roughly where his nipple would be once. I believe it is custom of his people to greet and say goodbye in this manner.

There was temporal distortion whilst I was there as I felt we had been there an hour longer than we were. Here is the most creepy thing half my cigarettes were missing from the pack!

It was this experience that lead me to believe my place was more in Denver than in my homeland, I have never experienced anything quite like this before or after. However I have experienced paranormal phenomena in Denver since then in several different forms, this is the one that has impressed me most...... so far