photo of Stanly Hotel at night

Ghost, Ghosts Everywhere (All Weekend Long)

To celebrate the release of Catie Rhodes’ book, Forever Road, in which her main character sees ghosts, we here at misterio press put our heads together and came up with some real ghost stories for you all.

Yes, these are real ghost sightings by one of us, or by people we know and have every reason to believe are sane!

Today, we’ve got three short stories for you, and then tomorrow and Sunday, we’ll be bringing you two more!! (In Sunday’s story, someone actually ‘captured’ the ghost in a photo, which we will show you.)

But first you’ve gotta meet Peri Jean. She’s a hoot!

Forever Road cover

My name’s Peri Jean Mace, and I’ve seen ghosts ever since I can remember. Don’t get too excited. Seeing across the veil branded me as a loony during my growing up years, and I learned to keep my yap shut about it.

Now I’m not sure I can anymore.

See, my cousin up and got herself killed the very same day I promised her a favor.  Now she’s back in spirit form and determined to make me pay. If I don’t solve her murder, she’s going to haunt me forever. Talk about the debt collector from hell.

That’s not my only problem. An obnoxiously hot cop wants to arrest my best friend for the murder.  My bigmouthed archenemy holds a clue to the killer’s identity. And there’s this mean—and ugly—woman who wants to beat me up.

None of this can turn out good.

Forever Road is available on AMAZON for your reading pleasure!!

And now our real-life ghost stories:

 From JoAnn Bassett:  I’d taken my parents on a tour of the state of Colorado and we stopped for a night in this huge hotel where hardly anyone was staying. I had no idea at the time that this was The Stanley Hotel, where the movie based on Stephen King’s The Shining was shot.

Late at night I heard music coming from a downstairs ballroom. I looked out the window and saw a diffused light coming from the ballroom windows and when I opened my window I could hear Big Band songs being played by a large dance band. I figured someone was having a wedding and the bride and groom liked old-style music.

photo of Stanly Hotel at night

The Stanley Hotel at night (photo by lojjic, CC license 2.0, Wikimedia Commons)

In the morning, I mentioned it to the desk clerk and her shoulders slumped. “Not again,” she said. I learned later that a couple who were married there in the 1940’s had died in a car crash going back down to Denver, and now and then when they begin to miss each other terribly they come back to the place of their wedding and re-enact their last beautiful night on Earth. I was so creeped out when I left (and it was a bright sunny day) I had to grip the wheel to avoid joining them by crashing my car on my way back to Denver!

I KNOW I heard the music and saw the shadows of people dancing in the ballroom on the first floor! And the song I remember was “Stardust.”

From Kirsten Weiss:  My sister believes in nothing but herself – and certainly not in ghosts. And while she won’t out and out say she once lived in a haunted apartment… Here’s her story.

Mysterious shadows that moved up the stairs and across the walls – she could rationalize those. Even the pumpkin that tipped over and rolled away after one of those shadows flitted over it–even that she could try to deny.

creepy hand

Photo by en:User: Drgnu23 subsequently altered by en:user: Grendelkhan, en:user: Raul654 and en:user: Solipsist. CC license 3.0, Wikimedia Commons

But once while she was alone in the apartment, she stepped out of the shower, and saw an adult hand reach beneath the bathroom door.

There wasn’t room enough for a child’s hand to slip beneath that door!

It was impossible, uncanny, and terrifying. She perched on the toilet seat, feet tucked under her, bathroom door locked, until she heard her roommate come home.


From Kassandra Lamb: My mother died at 76 after a 6-month battle with cancer. She and my stepfather had retired to Florida but most of their friends and family still lived in Maryland (including my brother and I at the time) so my stepfather decided to have her memorial service up north.

After the service he headed back to Florida. He’d already decided that he didn’t want to live in their house alone, so on that long drive south, my stepfather was thinking about everything he needed to do to get the house ready to put on the market. As he thought about how he would dispose of my mother’s clothing, he started getting a case of the guilts. Was it disrespectful to be so hasty about throwing out or giving away her clothes and other personal belongings?

When he got home, he walked into the bedroom and opened the closet door. The rod in the closet had broken, on my mother’s side of the closet, and had dumped all my mother’s clothes onto the floor. He looked at the ceiling and said, “Got it, Hon.” Then he went to get bags to start packing up her clothes for Goodwill.

Now when’s the last time you heard of a closet rod breaking loose like that? It happens but not that often. This was just too much of a coincidence! And it totally fit with my mother’s sense of humor.

My mom laughing

My mom laughing HAO over something my brother said.

How about you? Have you ever seen a ghost, or know somebody who has?

Don’t forget to check out Catie’s great book, Forever Road.  It’s one of the best books I’ve ever read!  (And be sure to stop back tomorrow and Sunday for two more real-life ghost stories.)

Posted by Kassandra Lamb. Kassandra is a retired psychotherapist turned mystery writer. She writes the Kate Huntington mystery series.

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  • Reply
    Catie Rhodes
    April 5, 2013 at 9:25 am

    Okay. I LOVED reading these ghost stories. One of my favorite activities with friends is to sit around telling spooky stories. I believe every one of them and just love hearing that other people have had experiences like mine.

    Thank you so much for doing this, Kass. (((hugs)))

    • Reply
      Kassandra Lamb
      April 5, 2013 at 11:11 am

      You are very welcome, Catie. Hope your launch day is fabulous!!

  • Reply
    K.B. Owen
    April 5, 2013 at 10:00 am

    Love the story about your mom’s clothes, Kass! JoAnn’s story was spooky, but it was Kirsten’s story especially that really creeped me out. That would have been my last day in that apartment!

    Great stories, and a fun way to launch Catie’s book!


    • Reply
      Catie Rhodes
      April 5, 2013 at 10:24 am

      I liked Kirsten’s story, too. I mean, what would you do in a situation like that?! Sit on the toilet and wait for your roommate to come home is what!

      • Reply
        Kassandra Lamb
        April 5, 2013 at 11:14 am

        According to Kirsten, they stayed in that apartment for awhile after that.

        Not me. I’d be outta there so fast!

        Btw, my stepfather did not believe in ghosts, until the clothes were dumped on the floor.

      • Reply
        Kirsten Weiss
        April 5, 2013 at 5:46 pm

        Knowing my sister, who’s such a rationalist, makes the story even funnier. There was a second witness to the pumpkin witness – also a rationalist. She asked him if he’d seen the shadow knock the pumpkin over and his response was, “I saw it, but it didn’t happen!”

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    Shannon Esposito
    April 5, 2013 at 10:18 am

    I want to stay at the Stanley Hotel!! These are great, I’m with Catie…love sitting around telling ghost stories!
    The hand thing…er, not so much. Very creepy! And wow, Kass.. you look alot like your mom. 🙂

    • Reply
      Catie Rhodes
      April 5, 2013 at 10:26 am

      Shannon, do you know Susie Lindau? She lives in Colorado and has stayed at the Stanley and has a ghost story about it. That place really is haunted. I’ve been told several stories about the Stanley by people whom I believe. If we ever have a writer’s retreat, that’s where we need to do it.

      • Reply
        Kassandra Lamb
        April 5, 2013 at 11:15 am

        Yay! Writer’s retreat at the Stanley. I’m in!!

  • Reply
    Julie Glover
    April 5, 2013 at 1:18 pm

    I have no ghost stories. I don’t believe in ghosts. But I call myself a skeptic, not a naysayer; I am open to experiences. Thus, I’ll be headed on a ghost tour soon to see what creeps and chills that will give me.

    I did enjoy the creepy ghost parts of Catie’s novel. Wonderful debut!

    • Reply
      Kassandra Lamb
      April 5, 2013 at 1:59 pm

      What! We haven’t converted you with our real-life stories here? LOL (Stayed tuned… we’ve got more)

      I hope your ghost tour is just the right amount of creepy, Julie, without being too scary.

    • Reply
      Kirsten Weiss
      April 5, 2013 at 5:47 pm

      Whether you believe in them or not, there’s something about a good ghost story. I hope you get a great guide!

    • Reply
      Catie Rhodes
      April 5, 2013 at 6:42 pm

      Kirsten is right. It doesn’t matter if you believe in them. A good ghost story is like expensive chocolate. Just priceless. 🙂

      And thanks for your kind words on FOREVER ROAD.

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    Debra Kristi
    April 5, 2013 at 7:18 pm

    I love a good ghost story. I’ve always wanted to stay in the Stanley Hotel. There are a few others on my list, as well. Hmm, which story shall I share….

    When I was young we moved into a new-to-us home. The room my father took as his office also served as the guest room. When our first guests stayed the night they informed my father their stay was comfortable aside from the folding closet doors that continued to open and close all night long. After a little research it was discovered that a previous resident died in that room. He apparently had a fixation with the closet. That room was colder than the rest of the house and my father, being a practical man, solved the problem by removing the closet doors.

    My mother freaked out and had the house blessed after I saw the old man standing in my bedroom doorway. I hid under my covers and refused to get out of bed in the morning, insisting the scary man was in the hallway waiting. That’s the first time I remember seeing a ghost.

    • Reply
      Catie Rhodes
      April 5, 2013 at 7:31 pm

      That is an awesome story! I absolutely love it. As a young adult, my cousin lived in the house in which our paternal grandfather died. She said she often heard him call her name. So, my point is, I believe you.

    • Reply
      Kassandra Lamb
      April 5, 2013 at 7:37 pm

      Chills running up and down my spine, Debra! And also chuckling at the thought of those closet doors flapping back and forth all night. LOL

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