Colorado Ghost Stories. Antonio Boone's Garcez

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      I decided to stop this nonsense, and went into the kitchen in an effort to take control of this unusual loneliness. As I entered the kitchen, I walked over and reached for the light switch located on the wall above the stove. It was a dim light, but I didn’t need much light to spot Morgan seated at the kitchen table!

      I was so startled, I said, “Morgan what the hell are you doing here? You scared me to death!” He did not turn to look at me, but simply disappeared! I placed both my hands over my mouth to muffle a scream and felt my knees begin to buckle. I tried to talk myself into reality by saying over and over, “Take it easy. Just stay as calm as you can, this is not happening, this did not happen.” But in my heart, I knew it did happen. I also knew that Morgan had died, I just knew he was dead!

      Eventually, my fear became so overwhelming for me that I remember taking a deep breath, then running out of the kitchen, and into Veronica’s room, lifting her up and holding her close to my chest! I walked into my bedroom and phoned Anna describing all the details of my ordeal. I must have sounded so crazy. Anna decided to return to Aspen and stay a few more nights with Veronica and I.

      All I could do for the remaining days and nights was to hope for the best. Hope that Morgan was ok and alive, and that both Anna and my experiences were simply the result of crazy thoughts and tired bodies. But, honestly we were both convinced that what we had witnessed Morgan’s spirit. Without a doubt, we had both experienced seeing a spirit!

      The pre-arranged day and time finally came for Morgan to phone and contact me, as we had planned—but his call never came. That early afternoon, I decided to give a call to the local authorities, to have them search for both my husband and William. Of course they were a bit hesitant, given the excuse that it was still early in the day and he could still be hiking out of the forest. I waited. I waited for what seemed an eternity.

      At 9 p.m. that evening, I personally walked into the police station and asked them to begin a search. They did, and within 30 hours they discovered my husband’s body. He had been shot in his lower back, and died of the wound. William was located a few short yards away, also dead. Both men had been murdered.

      To this day I have no answers or idea why, or who did this. Strangely the only thing missing were both of their shoes! Their wallets, containing money, credit cards, their cell phones, car keys and other items of value were still on them. And no one was ever caught for the crime. So, what was the reason for their murders, certainly not to rob the two men just for their shoes? I’m filled with so many unanswered questions. For 26 years now, I’ve been left with nothing but questions. You can’t imagine how many times I’ve gone to bed in tears. Not much to be happy about these days. I just carry on for my daughter. Not much more to do, I just think of her future, and plan and hope for the best. Not much more I can do.”

      Ophelia Baez’s Story

      Ophelia and I sat in her living room early one morning. She narrated the experience she had had with an elderly couple that she had been caring for, and the unusual spiritual manifestation and expression of love, which in my own experience, I have never heard the likes of before. What is to follow is her wonderful story and the unique bond of gratification that it would ultimately revealed to her.

      —Antonio

      “I was born in San Francisco California, and I’ve lived in the mountain town of Aspen for more than nine years, but I consider the southern California city of San Diego to be my true home. In the year 1997, my husband Jerry and I moved to Crested Butte Colorado. At the time of our move, Jerry was a licensed electrician and was offered a nice paying job working at a newly approved Aspen subdivision. Admittedly, I was not as eager as Jerry to make the move to Colorado. I had to give it serious thought before making such a drastic move. Our future as a family was very important to me, and just the idea of having to leave my own family caused me to shed more than a few tears. After all, I would be moving several states away, leaving my own mother and two sisters. It was very difficult for me. My close friends were pulling me in the direction to stay in San Diego, and although the new environment, and the possibility to make a lot of money was potentially very real, it took me eight weeks to relent. However in a short time Jerry and I made the drive to Colorado and within a week, were calling Crested Butte our home.

      Jerry soon enrolled in, and after studying for many weeks completed, the State’s electrician test in order to be licensed and work within Colorado. During this period, Jerry was working as an apprentice for a master electrician at a subdivision. A few months into Jerry’s work, his employment with the contractor was complete. It was amazing how quickly, after completing his work and becoming a licensed tradesman, the number of job offers began to come his way. One of these offers involved working with a contractor who was building a very high-end condominium complex in Aspen. Through all these months, Jerry and I were saving our money while living in a comfortable trailer a few miles outside of Aspen’s city limits.

      Jerry was busy working, but I on the other hand was searching to occupy my free time. I answered several employment notices in the Aspen newspaper and eventually settled on a job as a domestic with a family consisting of an elderly couple—the Taylors. Basically, my job description was to care for Mrs. Taylor who was suffering from debilitating Parkinson’s disease and was not in the best health. Taking Mrs. Taylor on trips to the hospital and to her other doctor appointments was a usual, run-of-the-mill scenario for me.

      Founded in 1889, nine years after the establishment of Aspen, this cemetery is the burial place for many of Aspen’s pioneers.

      I enjoyed my job and was employed by the Taylors for over a year when unexpectedly Mr. Taylor died in his sleep from a massive heart attack. I’d expected Mrs. Taylor, who was very feeble, to be the first to pass, but that was not to be.

      Mr. Taylor was buried in The Aspen Grove cemetery, the oldest cemetery in Aspen. Her husband’s passing was obviously very difficult for Mrs. Taylor. She missed her husband very much and I could see how this was affecting her eating habits. It really took a lot of encouragement from me to have her eat more than a few mouthfuls at each meal.

      An unvarying task Mrs. Taylor would request from me was to drive her, sometimes three times a week, to her husband’s grave. She would place a fresh bouquet of flowers at the graveside and meditate in prayer for several minutes before we would finally leave. These short trips would bring her a few moments of relief, and I was happy to be of service. However, strangely, something unusual happened during one of these days that we visited the cemetery.

      As we were making our way along the footpath to Mr. Taylor’s graveside, I noticed that nearby, someone had attached a wind chime high up in one of the branches of an aspen tree. Mrs. Taylor remarked, “What a lovely tribute. I think my husband would enjoy one of those wind chimes as well.”

      The following week, I drove Mrs. Taylor to a local garden supply store where she picked out a very nice sounding wind chime. My husband Jerry came along with us as we drove to the cemetery. With his help, we used a long pole to hook the new wind chime up on one of the highest branches of a tree. Although Mr. Taylor’s grave was several feet away from where the chimes were suspended, Mrs. Taylor stated, “My husband will know that when those chimes make music, they’ll be chiming just for him.”

      In the winter of that year, Mrs. Taylor’s eldest daughter, Kate, came to visit her mother for the Christmas holiday. Kate thought it would be a good idea to take СКАЧАТЬ