Submitted by Michael Tasker on June 5, 2008
I was just 18 yrs old when I found myself in Flagstaff. Nearly broke, (I say nearly, because a kind traveler posted the then $10 for a night at the Taylor’s hostel), I walked up the stairs to the hostel for what was to begin one of my most memorable periods in my life.
The Taylors took me as labor for room and board and I spent the next few months splitting cord upon cord of wood to stoke the many fireplaces and woodstoves in the hotel. Once Henry decided he was well stocked there, I went to work for the lovely Mrs. Taylor in her kitchen.
I don’t recall exactly how long I stayed at the Weatherford, but I can say that it was long enough to become familiar with some of the lesser-known residents of the building. Some will say they think the structure is haunted, but I can say I believe. There are three very distinct spirits that dwell on the third floor and at least another two that reside in the basement. For the most part, they are all quite friendly and simply curious, adding to the overall ambience of the hotel.
In closing, I would just like to say “thank you” to Henry Taylor for the hospitality that he and his wife have shown and to urge anyone who finds themselves in the Flagstaff vicinity and in need of a place to stay the night to not pass up this wonderful landmark.
Submitted by Allison on May 28, 2008
I visited the hotel in May 2008. I was looking at the bar on the 3rd floor and then started toward the bathroom. As I started to walk down the hall, I saw a very large, dark form in the hallway near the restroom. The hair on the back of my neck stood straight up. I sensed that this form had a lot of anger and despair. But it scared the bejeezus out of me and I ran down the stairs as fast as I could! I came back the next night though because I was so intrigued.