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.
Tunnel Vision 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.
Her fatal trip down the stairs was at the hands of an emasculated patron who couldn't Now, in death, she revels in night-time bar chaos, flinging glasses and eerily shifting menus in her spectral domain - booth 3. Crafted by Chicago's Union Foundry Works, this hidden chamber once suffocated defiant prostitutes and entombed audacious thieves.
The Mariner For years, a mariner has haunted the Blake Street Vault's basement, where he secretly died in the midth 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.
This was undeniably an encounter with the spectral.
