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True Hotel Stories (Continue)

Reddit User: mjs5186

In the early 90's I worked as a Sous chef at the hotel Colorado in Glenwood springs, Co. The employees there went to great lengths to tell me all of the juicy ghost stories associated with the place. Forbidden rooms, labyrinthine Basements, hauntings etc... I never really paid it any mind. But towards the end of my tenure there 2 very specific incidences led me to seek employment elsewhere. The Kitchen in this place was built in the late 18th century so think big, very tall ceilings and damn near ancient fittings and equipment. The first incident happened late at night on what we used to call the bar line. It was a small kitchen off the main kitchen galley. They had a late party in the bar and I was finishing up a long days shift. I had made an Ettoufee for the party that night and had to clean a big ass old pot. I had already finished everything else clean up wise so all I had left was to dry and hang said big ass old pot. The bar line had an over head pot hangy thingy with giant hooks to hold the pots by the handles. These hooks were 4 to 5 inches deep and could have been used to hang beef. I dried the pot and slipped it on the hook and made my way around the corner to the breakroom to clock out and grab my shit. I am the only one left in the kitchen so i go through and start to turn off the lights and make my way to the back delivery door. As I laid my hand on the doorknob a tremendous clangor shot through the whole kitchen. It sounded like a cannon had gone off and made me jump about 3.5 feet off the ground. My heart is racing and my mind is going a mile a minute. I immediately turn all the lights back on and give out the old "anyone there" call. No one was there. I grabbed the biggest butcher knife we had, affectionately named Ol' Choppy and started to slowly ninja my way through the galley seeking out whatever the hell had made that sound. After a brief but thorough search I determined that it must have come from the bar line. Great, nothing like a blind corner and creepy ass activity to make a man feel special. I slowly, and I mean slowly made my way around the corner with the ever faithful Choppy guiding the way. Lo and behold the pot I had hung up was laying prostrate on the ground. I look up at the hook and all is well. How in the fuck did that thing jump off a 5 inch hook?! I was really really disturbed by this. I picked up the pot and hung it on the hook on the opposite side of the pot hanger and quickly made my way out there. Here's the kicker, as I locked the door from outside, BOOM!! The sound of a pot hitting the ground but muffled through a locked door rings across the dark and empty parking lot.
Like any smart man I immediately noped the fuck out of there and went home. It wasn't until I got into bed that I realized I had the breakfast shift the next day!

The next morning I got in around 6 and the kitchen had been opened by the kitchen manager who was putting around getting ready for a banquet later that day. I asked her if anyone had been back on the bar line that morning and she said no. So I decided to go check it out quickly and then get on with my day. I rounded the corner and the fucking pot was still on the hook. This was deeply disturbing to me and I made every effort from that moment forward to never be on the bar line alone.

The second incident was enough to make me quit.

We had a crazy day of prep ahead of us as we had multiple functions that weekend including our famous Sunday brunch in the Colorado Room. The head chef asked me to come in super early that Sunday so that we could be ready for the 2 parties and the brunch. I arrived around 4:30 in the morning with reinforcements scheduled at 5:30. So I immediately went into asshole and elbows mode as I had a mountain of shit to get done. I was working on the main line which faces the Colorado Room's main serving doors. However the line itself faces back in to the kitchen galley so that your back is to the dining room whilst working the line. I am deep into work mode when weird sounds start to penetrate my veil of concentration. It sort of sounds like kids playing in the dining room. My subconscious mind immediately discounts this as "not my problem" and I don't even break my stride on the line. After a few moments a niggling thought is itching my brain that just won't go away. I distinctly remember a feeling of wrongness slowly descend upon me. And then it hit me...what the hell are kids doing playing in the Colorado room at 4:30ish in the morning. I instantly had that cold icy feeling shoot up my spine and then just out of the corner of my vision I see the door to the Colorado room swing open just a bit and I begin to hear the unmistakable sound of rubber ball bouncing into the kitchen. As I swing my gaze quickly to the left I see a red rubber kick ball clear as day bound in to the galley with the far off sound of a child's laughter floating through the Colorado room. I just froze. I have never been that freaked out in my entire life. My breath came in ragged gasps and I stood rooted to the spot. I must have stood stock still for a full minute. And then I hear the rear doors open and the sound of familiar voices. My reinforcements were there. I have never been more relieved to hear other peoples voices than in that moment. The girl who was helping me that morning makes her way to the main line. She immediately stops in her tracks when she sees me and I shit you not says "you look like you just saw a ghost".

I quickly retell the tale and me her and the prep boy search the galley for the ball to no avail and then turn the lights in the Colorado room to full on blazing ass day time. And go figure, no ghost children.

I put my two weeks notice in the following day. The manager of the hotel asked me to sit down with him a few days later after I inquired about a reference. He had heard my tale and wanted to chat me up about it. And boy did he have a tale to tell. I thought that I had heard all of the tales associated with the alleged haunting of the hotel Colorado but apparently she still keeps some secrets. It turns out that not long after the hotel opened a little girl accidentally chased her red ball off a fifth floor balcony and fell to her death. She is seen frequently on the fifth floor in Victorian dress and has even reportedly played catch with some of the guests children. Her red ball was famous among workers of the hotel in previous generations and its ghostly appearance frequented the banquet rooms and yes, the kitchens too.