Ghosts of the Baldpate Inn
In Arthur Myer's excellent book, "Ghostly American Places" (originally called "The Ghostly
Gazeteer")-- he has a superb chapter on the Baldpate Inn.
Here is a segment of that chapter:
"I was given this account by Suzanne Jauchius, a psychic I met while writing The Ghostly Register.
She lives in Beaver Creek, Oregon, with her husband, Dan, and daughter, Jill, now eleven."
Five years ago they were visiting friends in Estes Park.
"Our friends," Suzanne relates, ""suggested we see Baldpate Inn, it was so unique, so we all went
up and had dinner there. It's very quaint and really nice. It was during the week and off-season.
There was just our group there. The waiter wanted to know if we'd like a tour of the key room.
It's really neat."
"Off the key room is a door. My husband never stays with a group, he's very nosy. He had
wandered over and opened that door and peeked in. He came back and said to me, 'You ought to
check that little room out.' So I wandered over there by myself and looked in."
"It was a storage room but apparently had at one time been something else. There was a small
fireplace and a wing-back chair in front of the fireplace. When I opened the door, I saw an older
woman- a grandmotherly type- sitting in front of the fireplace in the chair reading a Bible, and she
had her feet up on an ottoman.
She had gray hair and a high collar dress on. Just as quickly as I saw her, she disappeared. I
closed the door and went back to my husband and I told him what I had seen. He hadn't seen this,
but he had sensed something in the room and that's why he wanted me to look. He's pretty
"In the meantime, my daughter needed to go to the bathroom. It was up on the second floor. The
waiter said we wouldn't be imposing on anyone because there were no guests in the hotel. We
went up. You had to go through a corridor to get to it. We had just shut the door when we heard
someone shuffling outside in the corridor and a knock, knock, knock on the door. What caught me
was that we had just been in that corridor and hadn't seen anybody. I said, 'Just a minute- we'll be
We never heard anyone leaving, , nobody said anything. So after a while we went downstairs, and
I said to the waiter that the bathroom was free now. He said no one had gone up to use it."
As we were going back to town, I told our group what I had seen. The next day my husband and I
decided to go up there and ask about it. I told a young girl at the desk that I was a psychic from
Portland and that I wanted to talk to someone about the ghost. She had apparently heard of it.
Her eyes got wide and she said, 'You've seen it?"
She said, 'Let me get somebody who has seen it.'
So this young man who worked there came and talked to us, and he said, "Oh, you've seen her?"
He said he would show us a family picture that was in the key room. The key room is off the lobby
and is entered by a pair of French doors.
We went into the key room, and as we approached the photo album a wind came up. It wasn't just
a light breeze, and it wasn't a draft- it was a wind. It blew one young lady's dress up, and it
slammed the French doors shut. There were no windows or doors open.
"The young man showed me the album, and I saw the woman I had seen. He said, 'Well, that is
Then he said he had to get the owner, who would be very interested in talking to me. Leean Mace
came down, and everyone was telling her what had happened with the wind and everything.
She told other stories about the ghost. She said people had often been aware of such things.
She said the old caretaker had talked about hearing footsteps at night when no one but him was
in the building.
"She said someone would order a drink and would put it down and then reach for it and it would
be gone. She figured that was Grandpa. She thought that both Grandma and Grandpa walked the
People would find their cigarettes smashed or stolen. Apparently Grandpa didn't like cigarettes.
She had quite a few stories.
"I told her about the shuffling feet upstairs, and she said, 'Let's go up, and I'll show you where
Grandma's room was.'
It was right near the bathroom.
As we went past the bathroom and approached Grandma's room, the wind came up again, and it
slammed one door shut and blew another door open.
The young girl who had had her dress blown up the day before exclaimed, 'That's it! I've had it!'
and went running back downstairs.
"It was one of the few places I've been where the phenomenon actually presented itself. Usually
nothing happens when a psychic is around. But it was like Grandma wanted us to know she was
The caretaker referred to above is Paul Hamilton, who worked at the inn in 1965 and has also
worked there for the past five years. He says,' I was here when the psychic was here.
We had an old rocking chair that belonged to Ethel Mace, and the psychic said there's somebody
sitting in that rocking chair.'
"There has always been some talk about ghosts at the inn, but I've always discounted it. It's
always been on the kidding side. Sometimes at night when nobody was in the inn except me and
my dog I'd hear somebody running up and down those stairs. I just cast it off as being wind or
something like that."
Ghostly American Places, Arthur Myers, 1995.
The Ghostly Gazeteer, Arthur Myers, 1990.
For information on Suzanne Jauchius, the psychic in this story, please see her website at:
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