I Had The Worst Paranormal Experience Of My Life At The Geiser Grand Hotel

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I’m not going to mince words here or hold back on my experience at this hotel.  To do so would only lessen the intensity of my experience and also misrepresent the influence it had on me and still has on me.

Geiser Grand Hotel, hands down, takes the cake for the top worst paranormal experience of my life.

In my life, I have always felt my guides and my protection. Our connection is strong and because of this, I get lazy. I don’t always call in for extra light or extra guidance or even protection before going into a place. That’s mostly because I am always connecting with them and that sometimes ends up with me not remembering to ask for protection once I arrive at a place. I will never make that mistake again.

When I go to a location that is rumored to be haunted, I take the time to record video or audio during my stay. I usually come back and have at least 10 hours of recordings I go through. This time, with this hotel, I stopped at just under two hours of going through over 10 hours of recordings. This is the first time I have ever stopped listening and made the decision to not continue listening to the recordings to hear what evidence may have been left of my encounters with the spirits at a location. I can’t bring myself to go on. It is not in my best interest for my own spirit and therefore, it’s something I chose not to go further into. I was, however, able to capture quite a few EVPs in the two hours I did listen to….


Our drive to the Geiser Grand was a pretty one. Pretty, snowy, and long. When we arrived, I went to check-in as my boyfriend stayed with the car at the curb out front. I walked into the front double doors and did my usual scan of my surroundings. Nothing unusual…well, for me at least. Did I feel the presence of beings on the other side? Yes. Did I feel anything out of the ordinary? No, at least, not yet.

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After checking in and getting our bags, we made our way to the elevator. We got to the third floor and made our way to our room. Once there, I put the cardkey in only to receive a red light — no entry. I tried, over and over again, but with the same results. My boyfriend and I both looked at each other and decided to trek back down to the lobby where we explained to the receptionist that the key didn’t work. We noticed her give us a look, which we took as “mysterious.” She mumbled under her breath about how odd it was that the key didn’t work. Instead of making a new key, she accompanied us back up to the third floor to open the door herself using her master key. It wasn’t until later, we heard that this was one of the ways the spirits mess around with guests, by not allowing entry into their rooms.

It was Christmas Eve. It was 6 PM and we already felt like we could go to bed. I felt agitated — to an extent. I suggested we take a power nap so we’d get our energy back on track. My boyfriend agreed and down to bed we went.

I was lucidly asleep when I felt a presence. I opened my eyes and saw this dark mass floating above me and just as I am to call in Archangel Michael as I always do when this happens, I experienced the most excruciating pain I have ever felt in my head. I mean, it felt like someone took an electrical prod and stuck it in my right temple. I can only describe it as an electrical pulse moving through my right temple like a lightning bolt. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t wake my boyfriend up to ask for help. The pain seemed to last forever…until I was finally able to concentrate past it and tell this…thing to get the fuck off of me.

I called in everything possible for protection as I went in and out of consciousness. Eventually, I was able to open my eyes, only to see the mass still hanging above me. It had the weirdest shape — it reminded me of a coffin of Dracula. The “coffin” was really wide at the shoulders and a narrow lower body. After that, all I remember (and this is going to sound ridiculous) is saying something along the lines of, “You want to mess with me?” and conjuring up all I could to take my right hand and gestured a throwing motion. Sounds stupid, but it’s what I did.

I woke up and shared what had happened to me. We decided we needed to get out of the room, so I turned off the Zoom H1 I had recording while we took the nap and we headed down to the bar. My head still hurt and it was difficult for me to not allow my mind to drift to the disturbance I felt at the experience. It bothered me, a lot.

We had a drink and went back upstairs where we ordered room service. As I waited for it to arrive, I tried over and over to walk around the third floor and video with my camera. Every time I tried, the camera would freeze or turn itself off. I tried over and over again, but I wasn’t able to record anything on video. There was a brief moment where I was actually able to keep the camera on and it said it was recording, only to get back to the room and find nothing recorded.

Despite “Mr. Darkness”…it was a beautiful room and a beautiful night. It was snowing and the town looked like a ghost town. Not one car could be seen driving down any of the downtown streets. It was around 12 AM when we decided to call it a night.

I fell asleep only to wake up about 10 minutes later to “Mr. Darkness” literally floating along side me in the air beside the bed. Again, he was shaped like a coffin…broad, square shoulders with the body really narrowing down to the feet. I, again, am recording the night on the Zoom H1. You can hear me wake my boyfriend up and groggily say, “I think I know who is hanging out with us.” I know because in a flash, I saw two different faces. I described them to my boyfriend. Both are males. One man is in his late 20s or early 30s and the other has graying hair and is older. I gave distinct features…like the unusual mustache of the younger one. I even said he reminded me of a character on Hell On Wheels.

I described the older man to my boyfriend that his eyes, his haircut, his mustache made him resemble Hitler…not exactly, but Hitler-ish. My boyfriend went on to tell me he had the worst nightmare of his life. He never has nightmares. This one was so bad, he couldn’t even repeat it. He was very disturbed and told the entity a few choice words to get lost. It seemed to work, as the rest of the night was undisturbed.

The next day I researched people involved with Baker City and the hotel back when it first opened. To my shock, I found a picture of the man in his 30s that I saw in my flashback. I was shocked at the photo…there was — and is — no doubt in my mind that’s the man I saw. Even more shocking and what made me cry like a baby in front of my boyfriend was a picture I found of the same man in his older years. It was the older man I saw. I saw two faces — one of this man when he was younger and one when he was older. I was exhausted, drained of my energy, and bothered…and finding these pictures was the last straw. I bawled as I sat in complete humility at the things I can’t explain. The things I can’t control. The questions I have. The abilities I find within me.

Here are the two photos, young and old, of the man I saw. He was the mayor of Baker City. He was the partner in the most successful law firm in the area. He was also a high ranking Freemason and would go on to be a judge in the Supreme Court. A very powerful man.

The younger face I saw.

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The older face I saw. Both the young and old pictured are the same man.

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As we left the hotel, I told my boyfriend as much as the entity brought me pain, I felt that he didn’t know any better. I felt he was doing what he was used to doing to people: manipulating and controlling. Showing people who is boss by taking energy from people for himself. I wonder if this powerful man has anything to do with this entity? What kind of man would you have to be to be that powerful in those times? To be mayor of a city that was known for miners and where downtown was basically a red-light district? They used to shoot the brass lion on the top of the Geiser Grand with their pistols when they all got drunk on the town. I don’t know…all I know is what happened to me and what I saw in flashes of information.

We went into the library. It was a place where I felt extreme presence and I spoke out loud to them. I told them what it did to me was not very nice and that it needed to stop doing it to people. I explained that I didn’t appreciate it at all and that there are better ways to maintain and better planes of existence to go to where he will not feel the need to feed on people. A long shot, I know. I had to say it anyway.

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Here are the EVPs I captured during the time I took the nap and had the horrific experience. To me, it is profound evidence that backs my experience in exact timing (the hour-long nap). You be the judge at what you think.  You must wear HEADPHONES to hear these! It is already difficult to hear and pick up voices that are not human. In one of the EVPs, you will hear the monks humming that always show up everywhere I go…that was pretty cool to hear again. On another you will hear something actually say my name — Amy. That is the one I never, ever want to listen to again.

In this EVP it sounds like someone says “Tell Em!”

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This next one at first sounded like someone was reprimanding…kind of like a tisk, tisk, tisk tone…but as I listen to it more…it sounds more like someone who is eating a juicy BBQ rib and enjoying it! Either way, creeps me out. Listen at the 2 second mark. 

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In case you are not familiar, there are a set of monks that always show up in every recording from every haunted place I have visited and recorded at. It is amazing and very creepy at the same time. I don’t know if they are guides or if they are with me or my boyfriend. Here they are humming at the five second mark. 

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Here is the EVP that sounds like my name being spoken, at the eight second mark. 

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Is the Geiser Grand Hotel haunted? Absolutely, no doubt about it. Does everyone have the kind of experience I did? Something tells me, no. Even ones who have, I am not sure they would even know what is happening to them and chock it up to a migraine or some random pain happening to them…or energy being drained.

I continue to have to call in extra light and my guides even now, weeks later. I feel I have finally driven this thing away. It’s part of why I don’t want to keep listening to it on the recordings and also why it has taken me this long to be able to write about it. Thought Catalog Logo Mark

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This post originally appeared at The Closet Clairvoyant.

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