Two weeks ago, we found Dan, our erstwhile solo hiker taking the leap into the Wyoming backcountry of Laramie. He’s now inside a motel room well past the city limits of Denver. What does he find outside his window in the dead of night?
Here’s Dan’s account continued:
With the famed Estes Park, the set of the famous Stephen King novel and movie about the haunted Stanley Hotel atop the mountain, well past me, I would’ve thought that all that strange stuff was behind me. However, as I watched through the sheer curtains the strange light looming above the motel, I wondered if I was far enough. The motel lights flickered outside the front window as the strange light ascended. I parted the curtains from the front window after stealthily creeping out of bed.
There was a large black cloud, a complete blob with a white light coming from the center of it. It was very strange, having seen helicopters and planes of all sorts as a kid. No sound, just a huge white light that came out of the center of an opaque black cloud, larger than any cloud. It obliterated the stars around it which in this deserted and remote area was very clear to see. I felt my skin prickle like there was static. The hairs on my chest clung to my shirt and when I pulled it away as I was sweating despite the AC, static cracked against my chest.
Shit and shinola. What the heck is going on?
I’m thinking in the back of my head my younger years when police used to patrol the area where this defunct motel was when we lived in the styx. I mentally mapped where I was in relation to the defunct motel and wondered, “Was this the motel that the police used to pass and shine lights on?” Is this the same haunted motel that we as teens smoked right by the parking lot?” We used to kid about how many haunted places were in the backroads of Colorado and dared each other to visit them. However, this was no police light. It was way higher than any patrol car I’ve yet to see.
It dawned on me that I might, just might be seeing what they call a “UAP” or UFO in the olden days.
Well, I checked my gps in the dim light of the room and realized the hotel was nowhere near where I was before. The motel hugged the border of Colorado and Wyoming in never-never land. I was a total stranger to the vicinity. Stranger yet with the creeping light ascending and hovering over the motel.
Finally, whatever it was, was moving over the motel roof. It seemed headed at a mere 5 mph towards the back of the motel where there was a large area of forest. I followed, snatching my cell phone from the table and into the bathroom in the back of the room.
I climbed into the shower stall and decided to part the curtains as I stood inside the shower stall. What I saw I will never forget.
Something or someone was projecting the light onto the field behind the motel before the treeline. Then, the light disappeared. Just like that. I was seeing stars after the contrast of staring at the bright spotlight shining down.
Then, it flicked on again and this time where the spotlight aimed, it had moved further into the forest and something was descending thru the beam of light. A green beam within the spotlight from which something thin was clambering down.
Yes, you read me right. It was clambering down from the green beam of light. As if the beam was a rope of some kind.
I realized with some trepidation that besides the motel clerk who was probably now sleeping at his desk that I was the only guest in the motel. A creepy feeling surged through my body and like electric, static clung, raising my hair. Shit.
I darted to the front door of the room and looked through the front window and stared at the empty parking lot, empty except for my Ford F150. Yikes. No one witness. I checked my watch and the time said 2:15 am. So I had only been asleep for a few hours.
I dashed back to the bathroom and climbed back into the shower stall, slowly parting the curtain. There was something green and incandescent now through the forest and seemed to be gaining in strength.
I realized whatever the beam had sent down was now on the ground and it was coming towards the field, towards the motel and … shit. I am getting the hell out of here.
I put on my shirt, shucked on my sneakers and grabbed my pack and keys.
In the parking lot, I clicked to disengage the truck and turned the engine on.
I drove past the office, checking to see if the clerk was there.
The lights were off.
I was alone.
I drove out, past the the copse of trees.
In my rearview, I saw something neon green taking shape in the forest.
I gunned the engine, headed for Medicine Bow.
I should make it by daybreak.
NEXT: Dan’s ultimate encounter. Part three in two weeks!