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Miners Delight

History

Miner’s Delight, founded by Jonathan Pugh, was among the state of Wyoming's first communities. Calamity Jane spent time there as a young girl. With the discovery of gold nearby in 1868, there came an era of mining, and the establishment of the town of Hamilton City. The Miner’s Delight mine was located about a quarter mile west of the town. Boom and bust periods followed, and in March 1882, the mine was completely shut down and not used again until after the turn of the 20th century. The two brief boom periods in 1907 and in 1910, were in relation to mining operations.

Our Investigation

I have investigated paranormal phenomena for over 22+ years and I have NEVER, NEVER been to a place like this. You hear all sorts of stories about different experiences from ghost hunters that have been in some horrific places, but nothing like this. If someone were to tell this story to me, I wouldn't believe it.

We arrived at Miners Delight around 11:30AM on the June 29th, 2016 after driving around the back roads of Wyoming for hours looking for the ghost town, and we were about to give-up until we noticed a BLM (Bureau of Land Management) sign, and parked alongside the road next to a path going over the hill towards a small gate.

Once we walked through the gate, the path was almost a ¼ mile down the hill to a small foot bridge crossing over a creek. I wasn’t amazed at all of the underbrush that surrounded the entire area. Each of the old structures were scattered out along a path on the east side of the creek. One strange and unusual thing I did notice as soon as we crossed the foot bridge to the edge of the town was the change in atmosphere. It felt much cooler than it did on the other side. We crossed back and forth over the bridge a few times to see if it was just our imagination but it wasn’t. I soon got an overwhelming feeling of being watch by someone, but whom, or should I say what, as we made our way down the narrow path to the first old structure.

We went from building to building taking pictures as we went. I took pictures of the outside of each building along with pictures of the inside. I could feel the presence of someone in almost every one of the structures but there was one in particular that had a strong presence within. I took out the electromagnetic field tester from my pocket along with my digital recorder. After turning them on, I began doing a short EVP session; after a few minutes I placed the recorder down on the floor and left it for about 10 minutes before returning to get it. I didn’t listen to it at the time but I should’ have. We decided to leave the area to find somewhere to eat and a place to stay for the night.

We returned to Miners Delight shortly after sundown and packed a few things into a small duffel bag to take down the hill with us. We took a few of our cameras, two EMF meters, flashlights, and a digital recorder, then made our way down the hill to the edge of the creek by the footbridge where we paused and waited for it to get darker. We discussed how we were going to go about making our way through this tiny town, and which buildings we should focus on. As we were talking, we began to faintly hear what appeared to be piano music coming from the town. We turned our flashlights on and my recorder to record the music for a few minutes before crossing the footbridge. Both of us were quite alarmed at what we were listening to and a bit on edge over it.

Before we even finished crossing the footbridge to the other side our flashlights began to flicker and the atmosphere became very ominous and threatening feeling began to overwhelm us. Once we reached the other side they were completely out. I looked at my recorder and it was out as well. We tried turning them on and off a few times with no luck, it look like we were going to have to do this investigation by moonlight. Everything that we had that was battery-operated was dead. Flashlights, digital recorder, cameras, and EMF meters were dead.

Once we crossed the footbridge we stood by the bank of the creek and discussed whether or not we were going to continue into the town. After a few minutes we decided to keep going, after all we planned this trip for quite a while and we didn’t want it to be a waste of our time. It was very difficult to see where we were going because of the narrow path with over brush on both sides of it, along with overhanging tree branches, and the only light we had was a sliver of moonlight.

Once we entered the town and began to approach the saloon the music stopped, and so did we. At that point, I knew that the spirits realize we were inside their town. I don’t know if any living person has been in the town at night or not, or if we were the first ones.

I told Leslie to stand on the path while I walked up and looked inside the saloon. When I got to the door I could not see anything inside the building. It was completely dark and void of any light whatsoever. It was like looking into a black hole. However, I did get a feeling of somebody standing in front of me and looking at me. I became very unnerved over it and walked back to the path to join Leslie. We continued through the town very cautiously and from time to time we noticed a strange shadow standing on the path several yards in front of us before it would dart away. Soon there were other shadows dashing around us very rapidly from one side of the path to the other. Both of us began to get an overwhelming feeling of a very threatening presence. After a while, the shadows appeared to get closer and closer to us after each and every pass they made in front of us as if they were trying to warn us to get out of town. At one point, it felt as if someone place their hand upon my shoulder and it startled me. I turned around and there was no one there. I didn’t tell Leslie about that because I didn’t want to scare her any more than she already was. In fact, I do believe this is a very first time that I have ever felt threatened during an investigation. At that point, I decided we had enough and was time to get out of Dodge.

We headed back towards the footbridge and once we reached the bank of the creek the strange shadows that were harassing us were gone. As we started back over the footbridge our flashlights began to flicker again and we were able to see. I shined the light back across the bridge into the town to see if I could see anything but there was nothing except the ruins of a very old ghost town, or should I say town of ghosts.