With Halloween just around the corner, we wanted to see if there’s any truth to how haunted this once bustling mining town of Calico really was.
Of course, when visiting such places in search of the paranormal, it is crucial never to trespass or do anything else which may be considered illegal or in poor taste.
An example of illegal would be, breaking and entering supposed haunted buildings, houses or other property. In poor taste, would be running down the street with a sheet over your head, screaming for ghosts to show themselves.
Of course, that may even be considered crazy.
There are some pretty interesting hauntings going on in the little burg of Calico. I mean really interesting in the realm of: “OMG, there’s a ghosty right there. I can’t wait to Instagram my friends with this selfie, well, after I post what I had for lunch, of course.”
Laureen and I decided to take our four legged wards on an overnight camping trip to the historical 1881 silver mining town, but not before I made a sensible suggestion.
“You know, we can leave them home. They are dogs, after all.”
Laureen looked at me solemnly. “They’ll miss us.”
“For five minutes, and then they’ll be sleeping and drooling all over the furniture.”
We loaded our four beasts into the motorhome, and we were off for the short jaunt to Calico.
The San Bernardino County Park has plenty of spaces for camping large rigs, not so large rigs, tents, and even cabins for rent. Some guests haul out their off road toys and enjoy cruising the hills behind Calico looking at this or that.
When looking at this or that though, be mindful that there are open vertical mine shafts – those are the ones that go straight into the earth.
Some of these old mines are not safe and very deep. So deep, that I’ve heard in one of them, colonies of trolls live, waiting for an unsuspecting off-roader to miscalculate and end up as a troll entre for dinner.
But seriously, when cruising anywhere abandoned mines are located – extreme caution should always be used. I travel off road a lot and am always on the lookout for dangerous road or trail conditions – and also groups of trolls.
So, we arrived at our camp site, set up everything, and made sure the doggies were well taken care of inside the motorhome – water, food, air conditioning, blinds closed, and Jimmy Buffet playing softly in the background.
The dogs had it so good, I wanted to stay and have a cold one, while listening to Margaretville.
But Laureen was adamant.
“Listen here, Buster. We’ve got ghosts to find.”
Funny thing, when we hit town, everyone wanted to talk to us about how haunted the place is.
Mr. Anonymous had great stories to tell us. Ms. Anonymous had even better stories to tell us. Baby Anonymous had by far the greatest of all the stories.
Sounds like something out of the Goldilocks fairy tale.
Actually, when people talk about ghosts, unless they are high paid television paranormal types, they don’t want their name used in public.
“They’ll think I’m crazy,” stated a woman wearing a tin foil hat.
“I doubt you believing in ghosts will be the giveaway,” I replied.
One story we heard about was a little girl who haunted the wooden bridge which spans a deep gulley near the one room schoolhouse.
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| The old school house located in Calico Ghost Town |
One day, tragically, the girl fell off a high cliff near the bridge and perished from her injuries.
Ever since then, people claim this girl wanders the location of the bridge, talking to children. What she is saying, is very sad but sweet.
According to many we spoke with, the ghostly little girl is warning the children to stay on the bridge, and to be careful about falling down the steep sides of the ravine.
Stranger, only children see her. Adults have had their children tell them that a young girl, dressed in a long white dress with a white bonnet, has been scolding them about the dangers of not looking when running and playing. Parents look, but to no avail. The ghost who cares is gone.
“Even my friends this year, told me their kids said this little girl approached them, warned them and then just disappeared,” Mr. “I don’t want to be identified” stated.
And no, this person was not donning a tin foil hat.
We walked across that bridge a thousand times.
No ghostly apparition of a tyke in period clothing. I even crossed it a few times on my knees to make myself look smaller, in case I could outsmart the girl.
No such luck, but, just because we adults didn’t see her, doesn’t mean she doesn’t exist.
“You have got to check out Hank’s Hotel.” Someone stated.
“That place is really haunted. Doors slam shut when there is no wind. Things get tossed across the rooms. People used to stay there, but by dark, they were heading for their cars.”
“Really?” I asked.
“Would I lie to you?”
“I don’t know. You won’t even tell me your name.”
The hotel was locked.
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| Hank's Hotel, supposedly haunted in Calico Ghost Town |
Laureen and I peered through the windows. Nothing slammed. No things were thrown around the rooms. But that doesn’t mean the place isn’t haunted.
Another person with no name, told us that some shops in town have poltergeists. Those are the angry, or misunderstood ghosts that like to throw items at people, hitting them and sometimes causing injury.
We walked through every store that was open, and the only thing which got hit, was my wallet.
A store means purchasing in Laureen’s world.
The cemetery. Now, that had to be haunted. All those souls on boot hill. They couldn’t have been happy, and probably spent the evenings wandering around complaining to each other.
When it was plenty dark, we carefully and respectfully wandered the tombstones.
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| A cemetery plot in Calico Ghost Town |
Laureen thought she saw an eerie light floating toward us.
Nope, just other tourists looking for a close encounter with a being from the after-life.
Is Calico haunted? Could be – but just not on our visit. But perhaps, if you drive out there – it just may be.
John can be reached at: Beyersbyways@gmail.com
