My Haunted Condo

In keeping with the paranormal theme through the month of October, I am going to tell you about the only property I owned with it’s own little ghost.

It was the spring of 2012, and I had just gone through my divorce and received half of the value of our home. I wanted to invest in a place of my own, and after searching with a realtor from the area, found a townhouse built in the late 70’s. Part of the house had recently been redone, as a kind of “flip” for the previous owner. It had new drywall, paint, and carpeting. I knew the kitchen had to be improved, and I proceeded to buy it and do just that, installing new countertops and tearing down a non-weight-bearing wall. It was looking pretty good. I even had my psychic daughter do a walk through, and she didn’t feel anything bad, so, good for me!

I moved in all of my stuff and set to placing everything just as I wanted. The upstairs had 2 bedrooms and a bath, the basement had a large room, a laundry room, a huge bedroom, and and smaller side bedroom. I remember being in the basement messing with the drywall after the cable had been installed, and distinctly feeling that I was being watched. I shrugged it off as just the quiet enveloping me.

Because of the configuration of the living room upstairs, I placed my favorite chair at an angle, behind which was the door to the basement. It actually felt pretty creepy sitting there. However, I was spending a LOT of time at my boyfriend’s house, and so I was not in the house much, and hardly ever by myself. I don’t think I ever slept alone in the house; he was always with me. Right after I moved in, my best friend and her husband came to visit. I let them use the townhouse and I stayed with my boyfriend. She reported sitting in my chair reading my book, “34”, (about my daughter and paranormal experiences), and was so creeped out she had to go to bed. She kept looking behind her as if someone might be there.

The worst thing was that the laundry room was in the basement, and I had to go downstairs for that. It was just an unsettling feeling. I never experienced anything else. I did think the door to the basement was moving a little by itself, sometimes just a little more closed than I had left it.

Shortly after buying this, I ended up renting it out. My boyfriend wanted me to be at his house, and we figured it would be a good opportunity to make some money. My first renters were three kids in their early 20’s. Two men and one woman who were the best of friends and needing to split the rent to make ends meet. Three people: she used the extra room upstairs, and they used the two bedrooms in the basement. They all had jobs and worked at different times, so were rarely all together.

A couple of weeks after they moved in, I got a call from one of the young men. “Is your house haunted?” he asked. I answered that as far as I knew, it wasn’t. What was going on? They reported being in the basement together watching T.V., and hearing the sound of feet running in the hallway upstairs. They also reported the basement door opening and closing by itself. Hmmmm….I guess maybe it wasn’t my imagination.

The level of activity increased. They found my old ouija board downstairs, and started asking questions. Uh oh….things got worse. They thought it was a little girl. They heard little girl voices sometimes. The guy in the smaller room downstairs had to move into my old bedroom, because he was constantly being awakened at 4 o’clock in the morning – every morning, no matter what time he went to bed. He was becoming sleep deprived and creeped to the max. The woman went so far as to place holy water in her room. The ouija board game magically ended up under the couch upstairs – they had not placed it there.

After about 6 months, it became clear they wanted an out. My daughter and her boyfriend expressed a desire to move in, so I made that happen. My daughter had found ways to shut things out, and he was a non-believer. I do remember the basement door violently slamming right before her as she walked down the hall one day. She also reported not wanting to go down and do laundry, so she kept the door closed.

After finding that she was pregnant with my first grandchild, I decided to sell the townhouse and find a real house to buy that they could rent. I’m really glad I did. The townhouse was bought by an older couple who wanted to use it as a rental. I know someone lives there today, and would love to know if they experienced anything unusual.

If you want to know more about my paranormal journey, please pick up a copy of “34” by Debra Fulton. You can find it here:

Happy haunting, and have a great weekend. Cheers, Deb

The Third Most Haunted City in the U.S.

Greetings, and happy October. In keeping with my paranormal theme throughout the month, I would like to share with you a finding from my search today. Apparently, Yelp lists my city of Fort Collins, Colorado, the third most haunted city in the U.S. I was pleasantly surprised to find that we had beaten out other renowned cities, such as Salem, Massachusetts! Number 1 is Savannah, Georgia, and number 2 is New Orleans, Lousiana.

As a resident of this town for almost 20 years, I have done my fair share of ghost hunting. More than a couple of times, I have gone on the “Haunted Fort Collins” tour, which takes people into some of the more well-known downtown buildings with spirits still residing inside.

I think the creepiest place has now been bulldozed, and has a new hotel on site. It was the Armadillo Restaurant near Walnut and Mountain streets. Most notably, the garage on the left side of the property had a very colorful history. The property originally was the home of James and Eva Howe, who’s story prompted years of hauntings.

James was a nasty drunk who came home to his wife about to leave him with her small daughter. They began to argue, and James killed his wife in broad daylight in front of their home. People witnessed this, and eventually lynched James. They took him from the town jail and hung him. That jail is also one of the buildings included in the haunted tour.

The garage building next to the home served as a car dealership in later days, and also was a makeshift morgue after the crash of a small plane in the foothills back in 1951. Pretty creepy stuff, although there were also 2 suicides at that location to round out the dark history of the building. You can see more here:

I am sad to say that the garage is now gone; the site a new hotel called The Elizabeth. Not only that, but the haunting tour is suspended due to Covid, and hopefully will be revived after this is all over.

The question is, will The Elizabeth contain the spirits inherited from this site? Well, The Armadillo restaurant that was once on that site sure did. Sitting at the bar one night, I enquired the bartender regarding the hauntings. She assured me NO ONE went into the back end of the building after patrons left for the evening. Noises, whisperings, movement were all experienced there. The women’s restroom was particularly bad, with apparitions of the small Howe daughter, and even Eva herself. Perhaps she was showing herself to women, with the hope they would have some sympathy for her. Mr. Howe’s apparition was also seen near the end of the bar (probably needed a drink), and elevated slightly above the level of the floor. It is thought the original home sat on higher ground.

It’s all food for thought. My plan is to spend more time inside The Elizabeth, and question some of the workers to see if anything has been carried through.

Happy ghost hunting. I’ll bring you more paranormal musing as the month goes on. Cheers, Deb


β€œHe had never liked October. Ever since he had first lay in the autumn leaves before his grandmother’s house many years ago and heard the wind and saw the empty trees. It had made him cry, without a reason. And a little of that sadness returned each year to him. It always went away with spring.

But, it was a little different tonight. There was a feeling of autumn coming to last a million years.

There would be no spring. (“The October Game”)”
― Ray Bradbury, Long After Midnight

Well, it’s that time of year again – time for closing out the “living” part, and time to usher in the “dying” part of nature. Fall; sweet, sweet, fall….ahhh. If you are like me, you love a good ghost story, and so, for the rest of this month I will feature ghostly stories as a prequel to Halloween (probably my favorite semi-holiday). This year will be without trick-or-treaters and hayrides sitting close to each other due to covid, so we will entertain each other in different ways.

As you may know, I wrote a biographical book entitled “34” years ago. This was written under a pen name in order to keep our family life private. It is the true story of my close encounter with the paranormal, as my youngest daughter grew in the knowledge that she was a psychic medium.

For today, I will give a brief backdrop and short excerpt from “34”:

“She had left early from school that day. She described the visitation of the same little blond girl from the car, except this time, she was at school. No senior in high school wants other people to know that she’s freaking out in class because of seeing dead people. Right in the middle of advisory class, she looks up and sees the little blond girl standing not far from her, near the wall of the classroom with a vacuous stare. Only, this time she is full-figure in a short white dress, and covered in blood (seems this kid really has an issue, and she wants someone to acknowledge it). Liz broke out in a sweat, and felt light-headed. After the visage passed, she excused herself to the nurse’s desk and arranged to come home…..You may wonder, and I did too, in what manner these people appear. Most of the time, dressed in the condition in which they live. Some people only showed their faces and upper bodies, with the rest as a sort of blur. And then there were the shadow people, the people who were unidentifiable with just gray shadows that came and went briefly. Most of the time, Liz had no idea who these people were. The ones that gave off a bad vibe she called “creepers” I wanted no part of them.”

If you are interested in reading the book in entirety, please follow this link:

Also available on Audible

Thank you for your indulgence in something spooky, and I look forward to providing more in that genre for the rest of October. Happy Haunting! Cheers, Deb

Paranormal and Poe

During most of my life I have been fascinated by the paranormal. The idea that we live in a multidimensional reality gets my imagination going. Stories, movies, or documentaries about paranormal investigations are interesting. So, in the spirit of Halloween, approaching us rapidly, here are a few thoughts.

If you want to get yourself into that cool, prickly mood, where terror lurks around the corner, may I suggest rereading a few Edgar Allan Poe stories. I found a collection of his works in my bookcase, and since it’s been long ago that I read these stories, I gobbled up a few.

He was the original Stephen King, circa early 1800’s, and from the front of the book, Poe, “knew every line and shadow in the face of fear”…whoa. “Moods black or melancholy or sensuous or musical were his supreme effects”. I have to wholeheartedly agree. This guy was MELANCHOLY, by Golly. Just read “The Masque of the Red Death”, or “The Oval Portrait”, or “The Fall of the House of Usher” to really get an appreciation of the masterpiece of Poe.

He was the first person, in my estimation, to give true “life” to a house; to bring the house alive and give it mystery and magic. This effect is used today for a good scare piece. Have you watched the Netflix series, “The Haunting of Hill House”? If you haven’t, give it a go. Get ready to gasp and get chilled. The House is like a living being, and that is what Poe also tried to create for us.

When Poe writes upon looking at the House of Usher, he says, “that while, beyond doubt, there are combinations of very simple natural objects which have the power of thus affecting us (unnerving him), still the analysis of this power lies among considerations beyond our depth.”

In other words, certain environments freak us out, and we don’t know why…’s deep in there. Speaking of the tendency to like being scared, you can check out a previous blog, “Scary Monsters”

There are real reasons we like to be afraid.

More to the point of Halloween. If you would like an insight into my very personal report of the paranormal, and how it affected my life, please click on the link below to get a free Audible of my book, “34”, written under the name Debra Fulton. You will see why I changed the name. The book was published in 2012, so, life keeps going.

Cozy up to listening to “34” for a chill.

Here is the Kindle version:

If you do anything, get a little scare going before Thursday night. It’s time to snuggle down and be surprised.

Happy Halloween everyone. Please like, share, comment, and keep on reading!

Cheers, Deb