September 10, 2008
Haunting at the Silver Queen Hotel
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Lisa Branum, Virginia City, Nevada, August 2007
Last August my husband and I drove to Nevada from Beaverton, Oregon, for my
son's wedding. They live outside Reno in a town just below Virginia City
called Dayton. We rented two rooms at the Silver Queen in Virginia City for
eight nights. Keep in mind we knew of it being haunted, which is why we
chose that particular hotel. We had experiences every night while there.
The very first night around midnight my younger son and his girlfriend came
through the adjoining door to our room terrified to death. They said they
kept hearing a tapping on their door and each time they would open the door,
there was no one there. We got them calmed down by allowing the adjoining
door to be left open. Again at 2 AM I was awoken by a tapping, and when I
looked up, I saw a floating mist of sorts over our bed. It was hovering over
us and as I watched it, it floated into my son's room, hovered over them for
a bit, then shot through the window. I saw the curtains flutter like the
window was open and it wasn't.
Another night we were walking around the hotel taking pictures and suddenly
my cell phone put out a message alert tone, but only once, rather than the
normal two tones. There was a voice message on my phone but I couldn't make
it out. The phone never rang either. It was a woman's voice but very
disembodied so I went to the call log to see who it was. There was no record
of the call even coming in. It may be a fluke with the phone, but we
couldn't figure it out. When the message was accidentally deleted I called
to retrieve it from Verizon and they said there was no record of any call
being deleted. Just weird.
As we were coming back to our room one night I heard a shuffle on the
balcony that no one is allowed to go on. I stepped back and saw nothing but
took a picture anyway. I captured a blurry image in the corner of the
balcony. It appears to be wearing a hat, too. On our last night there my
husband kept getting woken up by a tapping at the door, and again each time
he went to the door there was no one there. We had talked to the bartender
downstairs and she told us the ghost is named Rosie, so when my husband got
up for the third time he said, "Rosie, leave us alone, we are trying to get
some sleep." We both heard a shuffling noise and stomping down the hall. I
asked my husband who was out there, and he said no one, and he had a funny
look on his face. My son's girlfriend felt someone sitting on the edge of
her bed one night as well, but only felt comforted. After this experience I
came back to Oregon and started a paranormal research group. There is a
group of people with the same interests and we call ourselves The Paranormal
Researchers of Oregon Society.
