Colorado Springs' SCARIEST Hotel? You WON'T Believe What Happens Here!
Colorado Springs' SCARIEST Hotel? You WON'T Believe What Happens Here! (A Haunted Review)
Okay, buckle up buttercups. I just got back from… well, let's just say I survived. I spent a few nights at Colorado Springs' SCARIEST Hotel? You WON'T Believe What Happens Here! That's the official name, by the way. Makes you wonder what they’re not telling you, right? And trust me, the answer is: a lot.
First Impressions (and a Shriek of Surprise):
The hype is real. This place isn’t just “historic.” It's a time capsule of Victorian gloom, a gothic romance novel come to life… and possibly still living in a very unpleasant way. I arrived at dusk, which was, in retrospect, a terrible idea. The façade loomed, all turrets and shadows, the kind of place where you’d expect to see a spectral figure peering through a broken window. (And honestly, I wouldn't have been surprised if I had.)
Accessibility (or Lack Thereof):
Alright, let's get the nitty-gritty out of the way. Accessibility? Hmmm… let's say this place is characteristically challenged. While they say they have facilities for disabled guests, good luck navigating those creaking stairs. The elevator is… well, it's seen better centuries. Wheelchair access is a fantasy, folks. This is NOT a place for anyone with mobility issues. Forget about wheelchair accessible anything beyond the lobby -- if you are lucky to get through the front door.
Rooms &… Revelations:
The room itself? Well, it was supposedly a non-smoking room, but the air felt… heavy. Like it had absorbed centuries of sighs and unspoken secrets. The blackout curtains were effective (thank goodness!) because frankly, I didn't want to see anything the moonlight revealed. The extra long bed (thank God for that!) was… decent. The bed linens, I'm pretty sure, have seen more of the world than I have, and I’ve been to a Taco Bell in Omaha. The air conditioning was a blessing. It was the only thing creating any sort of wind in the place. The safety/security feature of the in room safe was useful to keep my wallet in. The refrigerator was a welcome respite to keep my waters cold. The desk, in the middle of the room, was good too. The bathroom was… tiny. And the complimentary tea was… well, I think it was leftover from the last century. But hey, at least they provide a hair dryer and bathrobes, what a nice gesture. Oh, and the alarm clock actually worked… which was probably a bad thing, considering what could wake you at 3 AM.
Cleanliness and Safety (or, the Bare Minimum):
They claim a commitment to safety, including mentioning anti-viral cleaning products and daily disinfection in common areas. I saw a few hand sanitizer stations, although they looked like they'd been refilled, well, I don't know. The staff trained in safety protocol seemed… distracted, let's just say. The rooms sanitized between stays? Possibly. Rooms sanitization opt-out available? I didn't ask. I was too busy trying not to scream. There were smoke alarms which was reassuring. And, of course, a fire extinguisher, which, well, was important. The first aid kit was more like a last aid kit. It seemed old. I'm fairly sure the gauze was from the Spanish-American War.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking (Fueling the Dread):
The restaurant… well, let's just say the menu seemed like it was trying to kill me. The a la carte in restaurant options were limited. I’m pretty sure the soup was haunted. They had a bar, but I barely went near it. I needed to maintain all my senses. The coffee shop was okay, but the coffee/tea in restaurant was only passable. The breakfast [buffet]… I skipped it after the first day. The breakfast takeaway service was essential to my survival. I did not go near the desserts in restaurant. I wanted to live. The poolside bar sounded great but I didn't risk it. The snack bar was not for me due to my state of anxiety.
Things to Do (Besides Screaming):
Okay, here's where it gets interesting. They offer a fitness center, which, honestly, felt like a place where the ghosts might work out. Gym/fitness included, but I wasn't going. They spa was also there. The swimming pool was outdoors and looked pretty. So did the pool with view, but I didn't dare risk it. They claim they have body wrap and body scrub, and even a sauna… I'm going to be honest, all of these things sounded like invitations to be possessed. I think my favorite thing to do was to simply make sure I was still alive.
Quirkiness, Imperfections, and the Unexplained:
Okay, here’s where things get really weird. I woke up one morning to the sound of… something scratching at my door. No one was there. Just… a lingering feeling. The room decorations were… let’s say, "period-appropriate" in a way that felt unsettling. I’m talking antique dolls with vacant eyes, portraits of vaguely disapproving ancestors, and a lingering aroma that could only be described as "old books and despair." I tried to use the internet access – wireless but it was spotty as hell. The internet access – LAN did not work either. The free Wi-Fi was not reliable. The wi-fi in public areas was only a shade better. The internet services were bad. The internet [LAN] was non-existent. I couldn't get any work done. What a wonderful stay so far.
The Single Experience That Defined it All:
Okay, here's what really happened. One night I was convinced I heard a woman crying in the hallway. I peered out. Silence. Just the dim glow of the… well, the entire hallway seemed to glow in an eerie light, despite the lights being off. Then, as I was about to close the door, I saw… what? A shadow? A whisper? A feeling of being watched? Whatever it was, it was right there! I slammed the door and didn't open it again until checkout. This was the most definitive aspect.
Emotional Reactions and Honest Rambles:
Honestly, this hotel messed me up. I vacillated between abject terror and morbid curiosity. I'm still questioning reality. I went into this thinking "it's just a spooky hotel," but it's not. It's an immersive experience in anxiety. I'm pretty sure I developed a nervous tic. But… would I go back? Maybe. There's a certain… charm to facing your fears. Plus, the story alone is worth the price of admission.
Services and Conveniences (The Good, the Bad, and the Unnecessary):
The concierge was friendly. The daily housekeeping was… there. They offered room service [24-hour] — I didn't trust it. The laundry service seemed like a great idea, but I didn’t want my clothes to be haunted. The air conditioning in public area was there but I wasn't there. The elevator was there. I had to go to the front desk [24-hour] a lot. The meeting/banquet facilities seemed to be a bit too much for me. The cash withdrawal was an option I didn't take. The outdoor venue for special events would be a no for me. I didn't use the luggage storage. I didn't even touch the essential condiments.
For the Kids (God Help Them):
They say they’re family/child-friendly… I don't know, man. Maybe if your kids are into demonology. They offer babysitting service… I’d hire a priest first.
The Verdict & (Finally!) The Offer!
This hotel isn't for the faint of heart. It's not luxurious. It's not even consistently comfortable. But it's an undeniably memorable experience. And, you know what? I’m not completely terrified anymore. I feel like I survived a level of hell.
My Offer for You: Dare to Stay!
But you're going to have to be brave to do it!
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Okay, buckle up, buttercup, because this ain't your grandma's itinerary. We're going to SCP Hotel Colorado Springs, and we're gonna do this… well, let's say we're going to do this honestly. Prepare for a rollercoaster, because sometimes my bladder dictates the pace, and sometimes, well, the squirrels do.
SCP Hotel Colorado Springs: My (Probably Chaotic) Colorado Adventure
(Disclaimer: I'm not being paid to do this. This is my actual brain firing neurons at the prospect of a Colorado trip. Send help…and maybe some snacks.)
Day 1: Arrival and Existential Dread (Colorado Edition)
- Morning (or whenever the heck I actually get on that plane):
- Travel: Ugh. Airports. The fluorescent lighting, the hushed desperation of people trying to find a charging port… it's almost poetic, isn’t it? Anyway, pray to the travel gods (or whatever deity deals with delayed flights) my flight isn't delayed. I'm aiming for a Southwest flight; gotta love those peanuts and open seating chaos. Always pack extra snacks. ALWAYS. I’m talking trail mix, emergency chocolate, and maybe even a granola bar just to prove I tried to be healthy.
- Emotional State: A mixture of giddy excitement and low-grade panic. Are my passport and ID current? Did I pack enough socks? Did I leave the iron on? (Seriously, a recurring nightmare.) Pray for me.
- Anecdote potential: Remember the time I almost missed a flight because I got distracted watching a dog chasing a rogue tumbleweed in the airport parking lot? Good times. That kind of thing could totally happen again.
- Afternoon: (Colorado Springs Airport - A Quick Incursion):
- Arrival & Transfer: Okay, so the plane landed. Success! Assuming I don't get lost in the baggage claim labyrinth or accidentally wander into a baggage carousel vortex (it’s happened, don't judge!), I'll grab a taxi or rideshare. Gotta appreciate the simplicity of the airport once you're outside. Hopefully, the driver isn't a chatty Cathy; I need some quiet time to mentally prepare myself for nature.
- First Impressions and the SCP Hotel:
- Quick Check-in. I’m hoping for a room with a decent view. Not picky, but a view of the mountains would be a bonus. Anything that’s not a parking lot, frankly.
- Room Reconnaissance: Immediately after checking in, I’ll assess the situation. Cleanliness is key! Is the bed comfy? (Critical.) Is the lighting depressing or inviting? (Crucial for evening relaxation.) Do I have enough outlets for all my gadgets? (Modern problems, sigh.)
- Anecdote Potential: Hotel rooms always have that… smell. Like the ghosts of past travelers. I wonder what stories those walls could tell. Maybe I'll start journaling. Or just eat chips and watch TV. Options.
- Evening: (Unpacking, Deep Sighs, and Maybe Some Dinner):
- Unpack: Unpacking is both invigorating and absolutely exhausting. This is a good chance to stretch out and recover from the flight.
- Dinner: Finding a restaurant. I'm leaning towards something local. Colorado has great breweries, right? Maybe a burger and a craft beer? (Or, you know, all of the above).
- Emotional State: By now, I'll likely be tired. Traveling is hard work! But also, that little spark of adventurousness is bubbling. This could be really great, or a complete train wreck. Either way, I'm here for it!
- Quirky Observation: I'm determined to identify the "Colorado" type. Are they all outdoorsy? Do they all wear flannel? Do they all… like to hike? (Me: Not so much.)
- Ramblings: I wonder if my cat, Mittens, is missing me. Probably not. She's probably ruling the house, eating all the food and judging my travel choices.
- Bedtime Ritual: Shower. Bed. Maybe some reading. Pray I don't snore. And that the hotel doesn't have any resident ghosts of its own.
- Rating: TBD (But so far, 6/10. Potential for improvement!).
Day 2: Garden of the Gods and Mountain Mayhem (Probably)
- Morning:
- Breakfast at the Hotel or Local Cafe: Depends on my courage level. Hotel breakfast buffets: a double-edged sword. Delicious, yet potentially overwhelming. If I'm feeling brave, I'll find a local cafe. I’m envisioning a delicious breakfast burrito. Fingers crossed!
- Garden of the Gods: This is a must-do. Supposed to be breathtaking. Expectation: Awe and wonder. Reality: Possibly a lot of tourists, maybe a sunburn, and definitely some awkward moments trying to take photos.
- Emotional State: Anticipation mixed with a healthy dose of "Oh my god, will I be able to hike?". This is where the granola bar comes in handy.
- Anecdote Potential: I'm fully prepared to get lost. It’s a talent.
- Quirky Observation: I bet the rock formations in the Garden of the Gods hear some stories. People probably propose there all the time, but also, probably have a lot of existential crises.
- Rambling: Should I get one of those hiking sticks? Are they for show? Do I actually know how to hike? Questions, questions…
- Stronger Emotional Reactions: I need this to be amazing. I need to feel the earth beneath my feet and appreciate the majesty of nature. I will try not to cry.
- Afternoon:
- More Garden of the Gods (or maybe a scenic drive): If the morning went well, maybe I'll tackle a shorter, flatter hike. If not, I'll stick to driving around and taking pictures.
- Lunch: Picnic in the park? That's the goal.
- Emotional State: Hoping for “I am one with nature!” (Maybe.)
- Anecdote Potential: I will almost certainly make some sort of embarrassing mistake, like tripping over a rock and falling into a bush.
- Quirky Observation: I wonder if the squirrels in the Garden of the Gods are sassy. Probably.
- Rambling: I wonder if I could run my hands on the smooth red rock, or if they're too rough.
- Dinner: Local brewpub!
- Rating: Currently a 7/10. If I survive the hike, it could go up… or down.
- Evening:
- Relax and recover: Relax, recharge, review photos, and mentally prepare for tomorrow.
- Emotional State: Sore feet, happy heart (hopefully).
- Bedtime ritual: Sleep.
Day 3: Downtown explorations and farewell (or, maybe another adventure…)
- Morning:
- Check out of Hotel
- Breakfast: I've decided to try the hotel breakfast. (I'm adventurous, aren't I?)
- Downtown Exploration: I'm going to spend the entire day exploring downtown Colorado Springs.
- Check-in with the local's recommendations.
- Emotional State: Anxious.
- Anecdote Potential: Meeting a friendly local or an exciting tourist
- Rating 8/10.
- Afternoon:
- Lunch: Quick bite at a café. I'm going to eat a sandwich at the café.
- Check-in with a park
- Emotional State: The adventure, it's closing.
- Anecdote Potential: The best thing I did.
- Dinner: I don't think I need dinner.
- Rating: 9/10
- Evening:
- Departure:
- Emotional State: Sad.
- Rating: 10/10.
- Departure:
General Notes:
- Packing: Comfortable shoes are a MUST. Layers are key. And sunscreen. Don't be like me, always forgetting sunscreen.
- Food: I'm eating all the things.
- Flexibility: This is NOT a strict schedule. I'm embracing the chaos.
- Overall Goal: To have fun, see some amazing sights, and maybe, just maybe, become a slightly more outdoorsy person. (Don't hold your breath.)
So there you have it. My SCP Hotel Colorado Springs adventure in a nutshell. Wish me luck. And send more trail mix.
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Colorado Springs' Most Spine-Chilling Hotel: You WILL NOT Be Sleeping!
(Okay, maybe... if you're brave... or completely exhausted...)
Okay, let's get real. Is it scary? Depends on your definition of "scary." If by "scary" you mean, "Will I jump at every little noise and sleep with the lights on?" then… probably. If you mean, "Will I feel like I’m being watched by something that probably shouldn’t exist?" …yep. And honestly, it’s more the lingering *unease* that gets to you. It's that feeling that’s always there, just under the surface, like a bad itch you can’t scratch. My own experience? Well, I’ll get to that in a minute…
Ugh, the *history*. Okay, so there are the usual suspects: a tragic fire, mysterious suicides, a string of unsolved disappearances… You know, the kind of stuff that screams "potential residence for a spectral party." I mean, I *tried* to read the articles, but honestly, I got real tired of all the "historical context" and "alleged occurrences." Let's just get to the good stuff, the *stories*. The one about the little girl who haunts the basement? Classic. But the REAL gems are in the... ah... the *less* documented stuff. Word of mouth. Whispers in the bar. The guy who swore he saw… Well, you get the idea. And the stories are *everywhere*.
Right. My experience. This is where it gets… messy. I’m still not sure if I dreamt it. I stayed in Room 307. Heard it was the worst. Naturally, I booked it. Because I'm an idiot. First night? Meh. Slept like a baby. Second night... ugh. Okay, here: It started with a scratching sound. Like, nails on the inside of the wall. I figured it was the wind and tried to ignore it. But it got louder. More insistent. Then… it sounded like somebody was *whispering* my name. I swear! My name, but… warped. Like it wasn't *meant* to be said, it was something else, mimicking a memory. And the longer it went on, the colder the room got. Like, soul-chilling cold. And the scratching stopped. I pulled the covers over my head. I tried to pretend I was just having a bad dream, but the cold would not go away. Then, I felt… something. A presence. Pressed down on the bed. It wasn't a feeling of being touched, more one of being, you know, *compressed* by something unseen. I can't describe it, but it was absolutely terrifying. I’m not proud to admit it, but I screamed. Out loud. And it stopped. Everything stopped. The scratching. The whispering. The pressure. The cold. Silence. I lay there, shaking, until dawn. Then I *fled*. I checked out at 6 am and I haven’t been the same since!
Room 307. Room 307. Room 307. I can't stress this enough. Stay. Away. Unless you *want* to be terrified. I hear some of the rooms on the top floor are buzzing with activity, too. But honestly? I think it’s the whole *hotel*. The lobby, the hallways, even the *elevator*… it knows things. I was in there by myself, and it just *stopped* between floors. I swear to god, the elevator stared at me... I'm kidding. Mostly. But I wouldn't rule it out. I'm still not sure which is worse though-- the elevator or the bar.
The vibe? It’s… unsettlingly beautiful. You can tell it *was* gorgeous. Rich wood paneling, ornate details, that kind of thing. But there’s a definite… patina. Like a ghost is wearing it, or has slept in the bed. It is well maintained, but there’s a palpable sense of… things *lingering*. And the sound? It is constantly quiet. Very, very quiet. And the hallways – those hallways are like a maze of dread. I’d say *creepy* but that’s too simple. It’s more… *respectful* of the eerie. It's the kind of place that feels like it's always just about to whisper something to you. And oh, yeah… the bathrooms. Don’t even get me started on the bathrooms. They have a chill of their own.
Okay, survival tips. First: Bring a friend. Seriously. Misery loves company, and so does being scared out of your gourd. Second: Bring something to… distract yourself. A good book, a laptop, you know. Something to keep yourAround The World Hotels
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