In this article, I will be sharing stories/experiences that have taken place here in Wyoming!

The historic Sheridan Inn, in Sheridan, Wyoming, is on the National Register of Historic Places. It opened its doors in 1893, and was said to be the finest hotel between Chicago and San Francisco. It also was once the home of Buffalo Bill Cody.

In 1901, Catherine B. Arnold, also known as Miss Kate, came to Sheridan from Virginia with her parents. She started living and working at the Sheridan Inn when she was 22 years old, and continued to work there as a seamstress, desk clerk, housekeeper, hostess and babysitter for the next 64 years. She was well loved by the hotel guests and the staff. Miss Kate stayed at the hotel until the doors closed in 1965, to be torn down by a developer.

Through the efforts of the Sheridan Historical Society and their "Save the Inn" campaign, the hotel was purchased, restored and reopened in 1967. In 1968, Miss Kate passed away, and her last request was to return to the Sheridan Inn. She was cremated and her ashes were buried in the wall of the room at the Sheridan Inn, which was her home for so many years. Legend has it that Miss Kate acts as a guardian over the Inn. Her presence was felt at the Inn almost daily, from moving cold spots, to doors shutting, to lights turned on and off.

Now to the present -- My dear friend, Monna, worked at the Inn as a bookkeeper for many years, and shared many stories of Miss Kate's antics. Apparently, Miss Kate didn't like many of the waitresses, at the bar and restaurant, and would continually knock over their tip-money cups. Monna said there was quite a turn-over of staff, because of the waitresses quitting so often. As the bookkeeper, Monna would sometimes spend many hours after the restaurant was closed to work on the books, and there would also be the staff that cleaned the restaurant and kitchen after hours. She said that they had one of those old-timey cash registers with five or six drawers, which was actually used as their till/cash drawer. Numerous times, while Monna was there after hours, the cash register would come alive -- all those drawers would fly open and then close and fly open again and close again, and Monna said she would just acknowledge Miss Kate, and then the cash register calmed down again.

Also in Sheridan, I took a "Hands of Light" class some years ago, based on the book of the same name, authored by Dr. Barbara Brennan, learning how to heal through the human energy field. Well, on the first night of the class, I "saw" a little ol' lady hunched over, standing by the instructor of the class. She told me her name was Marta, and she was trying to get her nephew’s attention, to no avail.

So after class, I shared this with the instructor, and he poo-pooed all of it, telling me I was "showboating," that I was trying to show off the first night of class.

Many weeks later, after the final class was over, the instructor came up to me and apologized for what he said. He told me that he was in contact with his parents who lived in the Bahamas, and they told him that his Aunt Marta was trying to connect with him from beyond the grave!

Another interesting place in Buffalo is The Mansion House Inn. The mansion was built in 1903 for retired army surgeon Dr. Howard Lott, and his wife. In 1913, following Dr. Lott's death, Mrs. Lott opened her home and ran it as a boarding house for a number of years. In the mid-1940s, after Mrs. Lott's death, the home was purchased and opened as an Inn. I was invited by the current owners at that time, to do a "spirit walk" through the mansion.

When I did this walk, I was only told that strange things happen there, and I did not research anything ahead of time, so as to not have any preconceived ideas. The owners took me on a tour of the Inn, and waited until we were done with the tour to share any information with me. They began the tour by taking me to the basement level first, which was covered in carpeting, and I kept feeling that a child had been buried down there.

Then, they took me to the second floor where all the bedrooms were. In one room, the feeling was "childish" as if it was a playroom for children. Then, the next room they showed me, with a western motif, felt cold and dark. Another room they showed me felt light, and I saw a young woman standing, wearing what I felt was a wedding gown with a high collar and broach, with her hair elegantly piled up on her head, looking out the window.

Then, the owners took me to the first floor, to the dining room where they served breakfast to the guests. There was no joy in that room! It felt cold and dark there also. Then, the owners shared what they knew. The room that felt "childish" was in fact a child’s room at one time. Then, they told me that many of the guests that stay in the "western room" (where I had felt death) are awakened in the middle of the night, and a woman in a long white dress with a high neck and a broach will be standing at the foot of the bed!

The dining area, which had felt cold and dark to me, was used by Dr. Lott for his medical practice, and was also used as a funeral parlor! At a later date, the owners got in touch with me to let me know that they found information that a child’s body had been buried in the basement!

The Occidental Hotel in Buffalo, Wyo., also has quite an interesting history. Founded in 1880, it became one of the renowned hotels in Wyoming. The hotel established quite a reputation as a saloon and hotel frequented by outlaws and gold miners. Many famous people of the Old West visited the Occidental as they traveled the Bozeman Trail. (There was also a mention of the Bozeman Trail in a previous article I wrote called "Battlefield Energies" for The Star Beacon). Included were Buffalo Bill Cody, Teddy Roosevelt, Calamity Jane, Tom Horn, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. The hotel was also a former brothel, and the daughter of a prostitute, Emily, age 7, who died of cholera on the upper floor of the hotel, has been seen on many occasions. Guests report seeing her with long dark hair, wearing a white nightgown, sometimes feeling her tapping her fingers on the guest's back.

I had an experience one early December at the Occidental. It was a Christmas Open House, and my daughter and I went there for Christmas refreshments. While we were enjoying our treats, a cowboy, dressed all in black, with a black cowboy hat on, came walking through the wall, through the room we were in, and out through the other wall. Understand, these ghosts/spirits are in their own timeline, and not stopped by things like walls. This could've been a hallway before it was remodeled, possibly.

In 1902, Owen Wister published his famous novel The Virginian (which also mentions the Occidental Hotel of Buffalo), and when the new hotel was built in Medicine Bow, Wyo., in 1911, it was named The Virginian Hotel, after Wister's famous novel. A group of us, heading to Dr. Sprinkle’s Rocky Mountain Conference on UFO Investigation, decided to check out the hotel. We were a fun lot -- always joking and just having a great time ... until we walked into The Virginian Hotel. We all became very somber, not enjoying our meal, not wanting to talk to each other, on the verge of tears, feeling like we were in the middle of a funeral instead. We had to figure out what was going on there!

We all started getting bits and pieces of information about The Virginian once being a brothel, and we followed guidance, which took us to some very small stairs (getaway stairs for the men to not be seen coming or going) up to the third floor, where the ladies did their thing ... I "saw" the hallway filled with beautiful women (prostitutes) -- big, flouncy dresses, and hair piled high on their head, adorned with feathers.

We were able to communicate with them, telling them they didn’t need to be stuck here on the earth plane any more -- that we would help them go to the Light. What was amazing, and I will never forget, is their response. The women said that they couldn't go to the Light because they never got a proper Christian burial! (Understand, because of their status in life, they were just thrown in dirt graves, with no clergy to say last words for these women.)

The group of us visualized a proper burial with "last rites" given to each of the women, and then we told them that they now could go to the Light. We could see some of the women's essences leave that hallway, and some decided not to go. As we left the hotel, we walked by a wall, which we named The Wailing Wall, because we could hear the wails of these women because of what they had to go through in their lives.

Thank you for letting me share this with you!

Sheri Gould is an experiencer and clairvoyant and writes from Wyoming.