With the Hotel Del's reputed ghost sightings, some might say history is still alive at this famed old hotel.
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“You see that too, right?”

Lacey held her wine glass at half-mast, staring at the steps leading from the Hotel Del Coronado to the Pacific Ocean.

We were outdoors at Babcock & Story, the Del’s sports bar, ordering every appetizer on the menu. Babcock’s food is reasonable and savory, even if the restaurant is routinely understaffed – it adds to the charm. They’re also open late, which is important. Because when two young(ish) moms have a ghost-hunt adventure sans child, the limoncello and girl talk flows into the night.

Twenty minutes in, Arizona tourists overheard our ghost talk and began "supporting" it by barraging us with free drinks.

“Look! That guy on TV just hit a free throw – buy those girls another round!”

"Hey, your room’s probably haunted! Buy those girls another round!”

Which is probably why “Lacey” (who likes the idea of an alias) was unsure of what she saw coming up the stairs.

And I don’t blame her. It’s not every day the Victorian-Era ghost you came to "hunt" strolls to you, your friend and your Some Like It Hot liquored coffee.

“Do you think she’ll pose for a picture?”

“I don’t know. Ask.” So I asked.

“Excuse me, are you Kate Morgan?”

The woman, her black-lace Victorian dress flowing with the ocean air, nodded.

“Can I take a picture with you?”

“Umm, I don’t know, have to ask the camera crew.”

And there it is. She was an actress. Of course she was. Playing the ghost of a woman who died on November 29, 1893. I looked past her, my view widening to see a bunch of twenty-somethings trailing her with heavy film gear. It was November 17 and time for the Del to plug its ghost story.

Kate Morgan is the most famous Del ghost. She was a lovely con woman, and she committed suicide on the very stairs that her actress was now following in from the Pacific.

Kate shot herself after being abandoned by a lover and left at the Del after he discovered her pregnancy. She waited for him for five days before firing the gun on November 29, 1893.

Everyone from local ghost tours to the acclaimed Ghost Hunters television show shines their spotlights on Kate in November. That’s why I was able to take a picture with her (or the woman playing her).

After Babcock, Lacey and I wandered around the first two levels of the hotel. The lobby, hotel shops and historical exhibits are here. There are several tributes to Marilyn Monroe (the iconic film Some Like It Hot was filmed at the Del), and displays of guestbooks date back to the 1800s.

Kate is most frequently seen in her room, #302 (re-designated 3327), which is now the most popular room in the hotel, and in "Established in 1888" – a lobby-level store where, much to the astonishment of the staff, she routinely trashes the Marilyn exhibits.

But Kate is not the only Del ghost. Another woman is frequently seen. The woman, whose name is still a well-kept secret, is rumored to have been the mistress of the original Del owner, Elisha Babcock. Room 502, now 3502, was their love nest. She killed herself there after discovering an unwanted pregnancy, just like Kate, and she’s reportedly never left.

In 1983 a Secret Service Agent serving under H.W. Bush ran from 3502 in the middle of the night when his curtains started to blow from behind closed windows and a glow emanated from the walls and floor.

We immediately saw why both a President and a mistress would be kept in 3502. We got there by climbing five flights of stairs to the top of the hotel and following twisting and unnecessary hallways. 3502 is isolated by locked and unidentified surrounding rooms, as well as oddly placed ice machines.

It took effort, patience and a little luck. I’m certain we would not have found it had we not been looking for it.

Although nothing happened – no flying bottles or apparitions – walking up to this room is the only time I wanted to run for the exit. Inexplicably but absolutely, run for a door, any door.

And that’s when we called it a night.

I don’t know if I believe in ghosts. Like most people, I’ve had experiences I can’t logically explain (I seem to attract unmanned slamming doors). Nevertheless, I tend to think there’s a reasonable explanation – construction, old air vents, thieves, etc.

But there’s no denying that I wanted OUT of that hallway. And I can give no logical explanation. I would blame it on adrenaline from the thrill of the hunt, but by the time we got to the room I was more ready for bed than confronting an apparition.

Wandering the hallways of the Del – is that a ghost wearing Ugg boots?

The hallways at the Del are, by turn, uncomfortably small and oddly wide. It looks like a hotel that has been built up and redesigned over the course of several decades - because it has.

Balconies, rooms, walkways and windows have been added. Off-white paint covers the walls and ceilings. Carpeting is green floral and chandeliers-like fixtures are the primary light sources. Doorknobs are from different eras. A black and steel cage-elevator stands in the middle of it all, like a tiny jail transporting guests at a painfully slow speed.

If you want a hotel that’s stayed true to its Victorian roots, this is your place. Bronze lamps are turned blue from time and oxidation. Chairs and couches are velvet with worn patches and lumpy seats.

And the Del routinely sells out. Even when low-end rooms cost $200. Even during a recession.

It lies at the foot of the Coronado beach, routinely rated as one of America’s top beaches with its pristine white-and-gold flaked sand. Tourists from all over the world flock there for ocean and beauty.

The Del’s public areas are lovely and welcoming. A skating rink with an ocean view is set up in winter. There’s a gelato shop with the best product I’ve tasted outside of Italy, and my favorite sandwich (fresh turkey, fig jam and brie on a French roll) sells for $13.

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G2G Aug. 17, 2014 @ 8:12 a.m.

I recently stayed in the Hotel del Coronado with an American Indian woman who has the "curse", as she calls it. She can feel others' pain. We stayed in room 3343. In the room above us every night between 10 p.m. and 3 a.m., the same pattern of foot steps, back and forth across the floor. Then the sound of a door closing. Not opening. Just closing. The room was unoccupied. What I noticed was it was a heeled shoe or boot on hardwood flooring and not on carpet. My friend said what she felt was bad. That the man up there has done bad things in the hotel and it started in that room. We heard the sound of an old door lock repeatedly being locking and unlocked. She could not take the elevator and did not want to be near it. She said she could feel pain coming from it. The pain was from two young children. One child, a boy she told me, asked her to play with him. We both heard the laughing and running footsteps of children in the hallway when there were no people there. I know because I looked and saw nothing...just heard it. I also heard moaning, two moans come from the room next door on two nights. The room was not occupied. We also heard the distant clinging of glass as well. My friend said the hotel was nice but has very bad sprits and she would stay there again. It was an experience, to say the least.


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