Chills in Cheesman Park
The tour guide warned us. I'm not sure why I didn't take her more seriously.
A haunted Denver tour seemed like a fun idea when I'd signed up that morning. But now, things were getting real.
"The cemetery was in really poor shape when the work began to convert it into this park in 1893," the tour guide said. "There were literally hundreds of people buried right here. Many had a rough life in Denver. Criminals. Vagrants."
The full moon lit the entrance to the Cheesman Park Pavilion in an eerie glow as our group of about 20 people walked toward the grand steps
"I've lived in Denver my entire life. This spot over is here is where I saw it. I was just a little girl," the tour guide said. Then she lowered her voice to a whisper. "That was 66 years ago, but it still gives me a pit in my stomach."
A gust whipped the back of my neck and brought a chill down the collar of my jacket. I walked up toward the pavilion to get out of the wind. When I pulled out my phone to check the time, I was alarmed to find the battery was dead.
I exhaled sharply, then took a swig of my hot apple cider to warm my belly. Just then, I thought I saw movement near the columns of the pavilion.
I could feel my heart jolt. When I turned around to rejoin the tour group, they were gone. Everything was silent and I was alone. And that's when I heard the sound...
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The Pavilion at Cheesman Park |
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