The haunted Lodge at Santa Fe (New Mexico)

In 2014, my mom, three sisters, two nieces, and I went to a hotel in Santa Fe, New Mexico known as The Lodge at Santa Fe. Shortly after we got in bed the first night, I was in the hypnagogic state between being asleep and awake when I saw three young Native American girls. When I first saw them they asked, “Do you know who we are?”

I replied that I knew that they were three young women, but I didn’t know specifically who they were, and then we talked for a little while. I came to fondly refer to them as the Dead Indian Chicks (DIX). (Inspired by The Dixie Chicks using “DCX.”)

Later that evening as everyone slept, there were two events where the microwave made beeping sounds like someone was pressing on the buttons.

A couple of days ago (late May, 2017) I came to the same hotel with mom, Sister #2, and her husband. I didn’t tell them anything about the DIX, though Sister #2 knew about the microwave.

This morning when I was in the shower, a cleaning woman came in and started cleaning the rooms. My sister and her husband wanted to know about some local things, including where to get authentic food, so they spoke to her for a while.

At some point the woman told them that this hotel is haunted. She told them that people had heard strange sounds, and people have reported that their things had been moved. I have no idea how they got on that subject.

When I came out of the shower the woman was still cleaning my room, so I went into the other room to finish getting dressed. As I was putting my shoes on, my brother-in-law told me that the cleaning woman said the hotel was haunted. (I would later learn that he was hoping to scare me by telling me this.)

I replied, “Yes, I know,” and told him about the DIX. At this point he called the cleaning woman back into our room, and as he translated my experience, she turned to look at me, and with a quiver in her voice she said something like, “Tres chiquitas (or chicas)?” (There was a third word in there that I couldn't make out.)

My brother-in-law turned to me and asked, “Three young girls?”

I said yes, and pointed to a picture on the wall with Native Americans in it and said they looked like them, but younger.

The cleaning woman looked a little freaked out, and said several other people, including the maintenance men, have seen three little girls playing in the hallways in the main building.