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We're Dead Inside
1526 Blake St: Unveiling Its Haunted Past
1526: Blake Street's Sinful Legacy
Erected in 1863, 1526 Blake Street stands as a relic of Lodo's past. Once the notorious Charles Eyser Saloon, it was one of Denver's darkest brothels.
Here, a brothel's shadow remains.
Within its walls, women of the night engaged in their trade amidst a backdrop of lawlessness and violence. The lingering echoes of their tragic ends still resonate, as the spirits of those who met their fates within continue to haunt the bar.
Honor Farm conceals a sealed network of tunnels, remnants of its sinister history. During Prohibition, these covert passages facilitated the illicit trade of liquor, women, and weapons, evading authorities.
Tunnel Vision Cont...
Witnessing wickedness, these tunnels shroud the bar in infamy, drawing spirits and paranormal phenomena
LYDIA OUR SIREN OF SIN
Once a desirable siren of the Charles Esyer Saloon, Lydia’s life ended in a downward spiral, quite literally. Her fatal trip down the stairs was at the hands of an emasculated patron who couldn't... rise to the occasion. Now, in death, she revels in night-time bar chaos, flinging glasses and eerily shifting menus in her spectral domain - booth #3.
VAULT OF LOST SOULS
Beneath us, a dark vault from the 1880s whispers tales of Lower Downtown's sinister past. Crafted by Chicago's Union Foundry Works, this hidden chamber once suffocated defiant prostitutes and entombed audacious thieves.
For 150 years, a mariner has haunted the Blake Street Vault's basement, where he secretly died in the mid-19th century. On windy nights, his Irish brogue can be faintly heard calling towards the ocean. Nearby, the remnants: a pair of authentic Irish Ginger Ales found by his body.
The Tall Man in The Hat Who Smokes The Cigar
When the new owners first explored the bar's basement, an unexplained cigar scent trailed them, mysteriously appearing and vanishing. Months later, a peculiar man, reminiscing about the old 'Blake St Vault' days and its phantoms, cryptically mentioned seeing 'the tall man in the hat.' Dismissing him as just another drunk, it was only when a manager spoke of the 'top hat ghost with the cigar' that chilling realization struck. This was undeniably an encounter with the spectral.
One of Denver's Oldest Maps
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