Heckling of ghosts 101: At the Haunts of Littleton
How do you spend your Saturday evening? Parting at a club? Drinking yourself silly with friends? How about strolling down a dark creepy alleyway with ghosts beckoning to you and asking if you’d like to hear their tale? No I’m not emo, nor depressed and I’m not writing you a sob story of a poor unfortunate and “misunderstood” teenager. Seriously that was so last hormone.
I’m here to tell you the story of how we celebrated my mom’s birthday. She’s a super fanatic of all the strange, mysterious, and creepy. Not scary, creepy, believe me there’s a clear line defining those two. But, I digress. Littleton has always been my home town, a sweet small place that fits its name. Years ago there used to be haunted tours that led tourists and curious seekers all around to the most dastardly and gruesome pasts we’ve known. But with all good things it passed on.
Welcome to your new Haunts of Littleton. The dead certainly don’t like to disappoint and they didn’t. We started off
the tour in the dark of night next to the dark windows of Romancing the Bean. 3 specters stood muttering amidst themselves as we few cozy tourists milled about. Well maybe not all of us were cozy, myself having watched 1 too many scary movies kept myself jittery suspecting they’d pull a prank and jump screaming from behind us. To my relief they didn’t. However they did tell gruesome stories of working on the railroad and being crushed to death by loads of luggage. Note: pack lightly ladies to prevent death, also remember to breathe (despite what models say).
One particularly nasty ghosts bid us to continue on our tour after complaining a great deal that horses and men
were all lazy and with that we went off to find our next spell-tacular specter. We found her waiting for us in the walkways of Arapahoe community college. She was dressed in 1940’s assembly line wear which made sense after she explained that the school was once a factory for bombs and shells in WWII. Only a few incidents happened there but the most well-known was a trigger explosion which costs the lives of 3 women working. Now the tales tell that they still wander and work on the assembly line even now that the war is long over.
Now where’s all the heckling in all of this? Well our poor guide noticed that I didn’t seem too surprised and even knew a few additional facts about or dear little town and made the mistake of inquiring whether or not I lived there. I do indeed, and thus my mother and I launched into a long and hard earned tales of all that we knew of the shops and grim tales around them. She was surprised and we kept ourselves entertained by dropping puns and smart ass jokes here and there. Tip: if you can get a ghost to laugh run away before they kidnap you. Survival of the snarky and silly. Needless to say the evening was hauntingly good fun and our group gained precious memories from it. Truth be told I hope they haunt us again next year. There’s still so much hidden in our alleyways and quaint homes that I wouldn’t be surprised if they unearthed something new next year. But for now we wait….
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