Originally the “San Marcos Hotel,” this has now been bought and sold several times until it became the Crowne Plaza San Marcos. The hotel was originally built in 1913 for $100,000, and hosted such luminaries as Herbert Hoover, Joan Crawford and Fred Astaire.
Locals know it as a paranormal hot-spot, and staffer swear they receive internal phone calls from rooms and extensions that no longer exist. The ghost of a woman floats down certain areas of the hotel, and moaning can sometimes be heard from supposedly empty areas of the building.
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Geographic Information
- Address:
- 1 N San Marcos Pl
Chandler, AZ
United States
Get Directions » - GPS:
- 33.304331, -111.84251999999998
- County:
- Maricopa County, Arizona
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Attended a real estate seminar here several years back. Both my friend and I felt we we being nudged or touched. I definitely felt someone fooling with my long hair, and no one was near me at the time. It wasn’t until later someone told me, “Oh yeah.. the San Marcos is haunted!”
I live in chandler
And me and my friends wanted to test out to see if it were true. We brought our gym bags with a few clothes in them, we did not unpack them or anything. And around 900 pm we heard a screeching moaning sound. We went out for
About five minutes. Looked around and saw nothing, when we came back the gym bags had been thrown around and all of our clothes were perfectly and neatly folded up. It was almost as if someone or something with OCD had came in and ransacked our gym bags and then neatly folded them and placed them on our bed.
I used to be a dishwasher at this place. One night my boss and me were talking by the cold prep inland in the kitchen when we both look over to the dish pit. As we look a stack of plates slowly made their way to the edge of the counter until they fell off. We both look at each other and I asked my boss if he saw that. The plates were flat on the counter so they had to have been moved by something.
this place has a vortex perhaps. or an intelligence. I lasted two days working there.
mostly because I would feel drained. 2ed day I walked down the stairs to the basement and time skiped an hour. as if something heard me wanting to walk out because the day was dragging on, and wanted me to stay.
I worked here in the mid to late ’90’s, at the Cibola bar. We always had weird things happening: glasses flying off the racks, the disco lights would light up and no one was around to turn them on…
One time I got permission from my supervisor to bring a Ouija board into the basement of the bar with some regular guests. Nothing out of the ordinary happened that evening, but those guests told me that after that night that weird things happened to them after they stayed there. Only one thing I remember them telling me was that one of them would always have their alarm clock reset to midnight. No matter what room, their alarm clock would reset to midnight.
Walking past the stairs to the Ostrich Club entrance on a sunny afternoon. I was passed by a man in a fedora and smoking a cigar. It felt a bit odd and I turned to see where he might be heading. He wasn’t anywhere to be seen. He had a decidedly “out of time” feel about him. He was not only rushed, but also not modern-day.
I was booked at this hotel for a work conference. I was staying in room #120, I was woken at exactly 4:20 am by the beeping sound of my phone. Apparently something had taken my phone completely off the receiver and placed it on the bed side table. As the beeping sound woke me up, I rolled over to hang up the phone and I saw what looked like somone wearing a goat mask with huge horns leaning over my bed staring me in the face. I screamed so loud and threw the covers over my head ( because everyone knows that those thin cotton sheets will protect you from any danger). After conjuring up the courage, I was able to hang up the phone to stop the “beeping” and ended up watching T.V and keeping the hall light on for the rest of the night until the sun came up. When I went to the front desk in the am to inquire about my room the front desk attendant told me “I haven’t heard anything specific about room 120 from other guests, but I have heard about experiences in other parts of the hotel “. I then asked to switch rooms and they very much accommodated me without hesitation. The experience scared the living crap out of me!
We were building a new house in Fountain Hills. My partner had to go back to Chicago so I had to spend a few nights alone in a half furnished home. I slept in the quest room. As soon as I went to sleep , I felt this heavy body on mine. I woke my self up. I decided to go thru the whole house and check the windows. I went back to bed. The same body was on top of me.. The next morning I was sleeping. I had this dream that the realtor was in her car on top of the hill and her brakes wouldn’t work. I was dreaming about this as it was happening.