| The Baker Hotel is a beautiful
old building, fourteen stories, with a bell tower on top. It was
originally constructed in 1914 as the Crazy Water Hotel, and re-built in
1925 as the Baker Hotel after a fire destroyed the Crazy Water. There are
numerous ghost stories and other fascinating tales of the hotel. It was
abandoned in 1970, and has stood vacant and deteriorating since then. People are working to save this historical old
hotel, but the town officials have condemned it and are trying to demolish
it. As of now, it is closed to the public.
In December of 2002, some NTPRS friends scheduled
a ghost hunt at the hotel, and this was one of the last visits permitted
for the town closed the hotel. We had numerous eerie experiences there,
got lots of orb shots, and Dennis got a picture of two men in one area.
Later, we recognized one of the men from a picture of hotel former
employees. We saw and talked to many ghosts, and several ghosthunters got
EVP and also traveling orbs on video.
Two of my most interesting experiences from this hotel were:
Patrick the Naked Ghost:
We were in the basement of the hotel, which is a fairly dangerous part
of it. There are numerous piles of debris and portions are actually
flooded from the underground springs. After a while, we headed toward the
area where the men’s and ladies’ dressing rooms are located. One of our
members got very frightened and said she could not possibly continue,
because something had told her to definitely not go in that part of the
basement. So most of the group stayed behind, while Billy York, my friend
Davis, and I plunged on ahead. We went into the ladies’ dressing room
first, and I really didn’t feel anything in there. I wasn’t paying much
attention to where Billy and Davis went, and somehow I wandered into the
men’s dressing room, not really realizing that I was alone. As soon as I
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A gorgeous man stepped out of
one of the shower stalls. He was about six foot, blond and tan, totally
naked except for a white towel around his neck. Dribbles of water still
trickled down his body. After a few seconds of us staring at each other,
he winked at me, then dissolved. I had a great time teasing the other
women in our group about missing this gorgeous ghost!

The YO Picture:
Later, we were on one of the upper stories, just taking pictures of
various hallways and rooms. This was my pre-digital camera days, but I had
my 35mm. camera with me, as well as a one-use camera. Still, I had to get
the pictures developed later. In one shot, there is a strange red balloon
with the letters "YO" on it in white. Also, the mirror on the far wall
appears to have a screaming woman in it.

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