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Have Hello and welcome to 15 days of festive fear 2025 and we are on day number seven

and I have two spooky stories for you today and the first story comes from Jenny.

A few years ago I was working as a designer at an architecture firm. There was a

building known as the Blake Street Vault in downtown Denver, Colorado. The building was originally

built in 1863 as a saloon and a boarding house. We were working with a client as they intended

to renovate the building into a restaurant.

I came to the location one day with my carpenter and he showed me around the place.

The floor plan was laid out with booth seating along the side,

a full bar on the other with stairs up to a loft and another staircase down to the basement with a built-in vault,

hence the name. My carpenter needed to take a phone call so he built-in vault, hence the name.

My carpenter needed to take a phone call so he stepped outside, leaving me alone in the space.

My job that day was to measure the existing space and take photos of everything in order to create

the as-built floor plans to begin the design. So I made my way around the building, taking measurements and photos as I

usually do. At the time, the power was shut off for some electrical work, so I had to make my way

around using only the natural light from the front windows and the light from my cell phone to do

my work. When I first began, nothing seemed to bother me. But as I made my way up the staircase to the loft,

something felt off. I was intrigued by a beautiful stained glass window in the corner, but the

closer I got to it, the more unwelcome I felt. So I continued on with my measurements and made

my way over to the top of the staircase,

setting up my tripod to take a photo of the area below.

Suddenly I felt the hairs on my arms on my neck stand up.

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