Monthly Archives: June 2013

The Ghosts of Route 66

New Mexico


Hey, everyone. Yes, I know it’s been one hell of a long time. To keep it short, things have been incredibly trying for me these past few months. I’ve moved back home to California, left my kitty in Michigan, had to find a new job, and study for the CBEST. It’s been a crazy few months, but I think things are slowing down enough for me to focus on what needs to be focused on- like this blog. So I deeply apologize for the wait. I hope I can get back into the once-a-week flow and rekindle my love for all things paranormal.

My trip home was spent on 95% of Route 66. It felt fitting for a journey from Michigan to California, and I’m glad I got the chance to experience what my ancestors did (y’know, but modern) back when they journeyed out to California for the first time. So, thanks to a wonderful book and my own travels, I bring you the ghosts of Route 66, part one of… a lot. I never knew there could be so many ghosts along one stretch of highway! This most likely won’t go in order, half because that’s not how I researched the sites, and half because I feel some are sites are stronger than others. In any case, all are tagged for easy finding. Enjoy!

Tonight we’ll start in Santa Fe, New Mexico, a lovely city rich with culture, history, and diversity.

What Goes On Here?

Santa Fe was one of my favourite places along my route to stop. My co-pilot and I spent a few days there, relaxing and taking in the beauty of the desert. Downtown Santa Fe looks, for the most part, like history left it untouched; the buildings are adobe, the streets are cracked and weathered, and the town square is filled with people selling art, jewelry, and homemade goods. The city feels old. I could feel the presence of a long-occupied city around me, like the streets themselves were alive. Walking around at night gave me a sense of being watched… not in a bad, or creepy way, but like the city was checking us out, getting a feel for who we were as people. I expected to see ghosts at every turn.

And in a way, I did. There are so many supposedly haunted structures in Santa Fe, that you almost can’t go three blocks without coming across one. The first one on my list was the Grant Corner Inn. My co-pilot and I tried to book a room, only to find out the Inn has been closed for a while, but it intrigues me nonetheless.


(no pic of the Inn, so here’s some really cool adobe buildings)


The Grant Corner Inn (located at 122 Grant Avenue) was originally a three-story residence built by newlyweds in 1905. The wife soon lost her husband and remarried, but to a very demanding and overbearing man. When her son caught ill and died, the wife and her new husband left the area to never return. Stories of the house’s paranormal activity soon arose, and it gained a reputation. People claimed to see a light in the bedroom that used to belong to the son, and would even see his shadow inside, although no one lived there, and no electricity was connected to the house. The residence was eventually sold to new buyers, but they, too, started witnessing strange occurrences.

They claimed to hear loud knocking and the sounds of furniture scraping along the floor of the boy’s bedroom, but nothing had ever been moved upon inspection. This continued for many years before the owners moved out. The next owners turned the house into the Grant Corner Inn, a bed and breakfast. Almost immediately their guests began to tell stories of ghostly events. Most of these seemed to happen in Rooms 4, 8, and the second-floor hallway going up to the third floor. Room 4, of course, was the boy’s bedroom, and guests reported loud knocking and scraping of furniture. Room 8 saw objects fall off of shelves, and paintings fall from walls. Guests heard a woman crying in this room as well. The hallway has had reports of a shadowy figure going from the second to third floor. It’s thought to be the ghost of the wife’s first husband.

It’s closed now, but wouldn’t that have been a fantastic place to spend a few nights?


Our second stop is a place I wasn’t prepared for. It wasn’t a place as grand or Holy as the Cathedral Basilica of St. Francis of Assisi, or as cozy and welcoming as an Inn, but the Loretto Chapel is magnificent, and it holds a miracle.

I have studied the miracle staircase for years. When I first started watching paranormal-type TV shows, it was one of the first things I ever saw that made me question the world around me. Now, granted, I am highly spiritual and a Christian, so I guess I’m a bit more disposed to miracles, but I believe it still counts as something supernatural, and a little wondrous.


The story goes that the nuns of the chapel were in desperate need of a staircase to the choir loft. Several carpenters assessed the situation, and told the Sisters that all they could build was a ladder, in order to not interfere with the small space of the chapel. The Sisters prayed to St. Joseph, patron saint of carpenters, for nine days and nine nights for a solution. On the ninth day a man, a carpenter showed up and told them he could build a staircase. In a few months it was complete. The staircase was (and is) made of beautiful wood, and with no center support or nails, just wooden pegs. The man left without payment or thanks, and as hard as the Sisters looked, they could not find the man who did them such a favour. The legend says that the man was St. Joseph himself.

While the design of the staircase has been mostly solved, I still find the whole legend absolutely fascinating. For a very long time, no one could figure out how the staircase stayed up without using either a center support or nails. And while most of the mysteries surrounding the stairs have been solved, the real miracle isn’t the staircase itself, but the answer of a prayer by a very generous carpenter. Perfect place, perfect time, left without giving a name or taking any kind of payment. That indeed is a miracle in its own right.



There are so many more hauntings along the Route 66. I’ll be posting more as part of yet another series! In the meantime, I highly recommend Haunted Route 66. It’s an easy-to-read book, without any gimmicks or overly dramatic stories. It gives you exactly what you need to know, and has tons of places (a lot of which I hadn’t even heard of!) to explore yourself.


Happy haunting!




Here’s a bonus pic of me at the Grand Canyon