The Stanley

Stepping into a hotel built in 1909 transports you to a time and place where people were not owned by their screens. The lobby, ball room, and music room evoke a longing for a time when the desire for connection was met with dancing, music, and games. However, those rooms are all roped off, which is quite unfortunate as so much could be done to revive a bygone era or at least allow passage. As I entered I was welcomed by a girl dressed in gothic attire asking if I was checking in for the seance. Bypassing the opportunity to dance with the devil, I proceeded to the front desk where I was given a keycard and discovered the assigned room was in a resort across the street, not even part of the main property. I was quite confused as I had booked directly from the Stanleys website. I was presented with an unexpected 20% upcharge if I opted to stay in the Stanley itself. Since we had just finished the 1997 miniseries of the Shining on Amzn Prime (which was filmed entirely at this location unlike the first 1980 version) and made the trip specifically for this reason, I gulped and paid the piper. Our room was quaint and cute but quite drafty and cold. So we turned up the thermostat and retired with our children. My wife and I huddled together as we waited for the room to heat up. We both woke from the cold and realized the baseboard heaters were doing nothing, so we turned the heater up higher, and did so each time we awoke. We did not call the front desk because doing so would have disturbed our slumbering children and in our drowsy state we expected that eventually the heat would kick on with our latest adjustment, which never happened. So we naively toughed it out. The thin doors had us awoken all too early from noise in the hallways and early knocking by housekeeping. Exhausted from the 16 hour commute the day before, skipping an hour due to daylight savings time, and facing a 10 hour drive ahead we realized we simply needed more rest. Expressing the difficulty of our sleep to the manager, we asked if they might comp or discount us another night given the fact our room had no heat. The managers reply was as cold as the night we endured, sorry, but we should have called during the night and they would have brought us space heaters or more blankets (indicating this is clearly a common issue). I was met with a blank stare when I suggested they might just have a thermostat that works properly instead of shifting the blame to guests for not seeking out their unknown resources in the dead of night. We were offered an insulting 10% discount and nothing more despite our protest. I'm also fairly certain the thermostat is just intended for a placebo effect, there was no surprise at all by the staff that it was malfunctioning. So the two stars is primarily for the poor response to a very poor night of sleep (which later placed our lives at risk on the road). I would not dissuade anyone from coming and taking in the charm of this hotel, but

The Stanley Hotel is such a beautiful historic building. Walking through it is like walking back in time. The lobby, restaurant and bar are probably one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen, and the exterior of the building and grounds are maintained impeccably. But... I don't believe in the paranormal...I don't believe in ghosts or spirits... I will lay the facts out of my experience and let you decide... We were at the bar at around 11:00 pm, I believe it closes at 1:00 am. After a few drinks I had to use the bathroom so I went to the one in the basement to use the men's room. There was nobody in the basement but one or two employees milling around who were quickly out of sight. As I walked into the men's room which was fully empty, I got this gut feeling of uneasiness. I chalked it up to having a few drinks and falling for the folklore of the hotel. As I stood in the men's room I felt burning on the left side of my neck. I ran to the mirror and saw four deep scratch marks. I didn't scratch my neck. I believe in science and facts and have been racking my brain trying to find a scientific explanation for this. I have physical photograph proof. I quickly googled the hotels history and read about a "Big Mountain Jim" that allegedly roamed the halls. I remembered back to being at another restaurant earlier on the day, The Bird and Jim. I had a "Big Mountain Jim" burger there. Paranormal? A strange set of coincidences? You tell me.

Great for history and paranormal interest. Otherwise rooms are not worth the money. Customer service is poor if you have an issue. Watch out for any activity you book, it could be canceled at the last minute. We planned our trip around the Hannibal Seance, spent many $’s on room and dinner and @ 6pm it was canceled !!! The Stanley offered to refund 10% of the too . Really?