In the high desert of Nevada, a five-story hotel rises over the mining town of Tonopah. When the Mizpah opened in 1907, it was the tallest building in the state, built on silver after a prospector, chasing his lost burro, picked up a rock and found it was ore. Jack Dempsey worked the town before he was a champion. A senator, the lore goes, was kept on ice in a bathtub until the votes were counted. But the guest people remember is a woman no record can name.
They call her Rose, the Lady in Red. Legend says she lived in a fifth-floor suite during the boom, earning her living from the miners, until a jealous former lover killed her there. Her pearl necklace broke in the struggle, the story goes, and the pearls scattered. Guests still report finding a single pearl beneath their pillows. They hear whispers in the old elevator, and notice small things gone missing, with much of it centered on rooms 502 through 504. Below, in the basement, two territorial presences are said to resent intruders. On the third floor, guests hear children laughing where no children are staying.
The Mizpah closed in 1999, then reopened in 2011 after a restoration, and it is open to anyone today. Readers of USA Today’s 10Best named it America’s number one haunted hotel. Book a room on the fifth floor. Ride the elevator up. And before you sleep, check beneath your pillow.
Story Source: vegasghosts.com
Address: 100 North Main Street, Tonopah, NV 89049
Accessibility Rating: Open to All — Freely accessible to the public with no advance requirement. Includes hotels, restaurants, bars, and public historic sites where visitors may walk in without prior booking.
Google Map
What Others Have Experienced
Waking around 3 a.m., a writer felt a crushing pressure on their chest, as if a heavy, hostile presence were pinning them down, and had to call out several times before they could move. A rush of cold air then swept over them and the weight lifted, leaving them torn between blaming sleep paralysis and believing something real had happened.
— from Las Vegas Territory
Checking into the Lady in Red Suite, a paranormal writer found the whole hotel felt oddly suspended in time, as though weighed down by its own past. The corridor outside the suite carried the darkest energy she sensed during her stay, and the presence she picked up during her investigation was dressed in black rather than red.
— from Brocarde
