Belton Chalet

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Belton Chalet was built in 1910 and is now a National Historic Landmark, rumored to be haunted. Folks say the apparition of a man in a derby hat carrying a satchel has been spotted at the railroad station and at the original chalet, which is now a restaurant. Disembodied sobbing has been heard in rooms 30 and 37, and voices call guests’ names, slam doors and turn on water faucets in vacant rooms. In 1998 when the lodge was closed for renovations, an antique Chinese marble materialized from nowhere and was tossed down the stairs. Fall seems to be the most popular time for ghosts to make themselves known here.

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Geographic Information

Address:
12575 U.S. 2
West Glacier, MT
United States

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GPS:
48.49673259999999, -113.97675709999999
County:
Flathead County, Montana
Nearest Towns:
West Glacier, MT (0.2 mi.)
Coram, MT (6.3 mi.)
Martin City, MT (7.8 mi.)
Hungry Horse, MT (8.6 mi.)
Columbia Falls, MT (12.7 mi.)
Whitefish, MT (17.6 mi.)
Evergreen, MT (23.2 mi.)
Kalispell, MT (25.9 mi.)
Olney, MT (27.8 mi.)
Forest Hill Village, MT (29.2 mi.)

Contact Information

Web:
http://www.beltonchalet.com

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  1. I grew up in West Glacier Montana. I went to elementary school here and was friends with the little girl who’s grandmother owned the chalet. It was vacant when I was a child there. She had the restaurant building open as a restaurant and gift shop and lived on the upper floors. My friend and I were there spending the day together one day, when her grandmother decided to leave for some reason, leaving her granddaughter, my friend in charge. So in this huge building it was only me and my small friend. I told her I needed to use the restroom. I went upstairs. I was scared to go upstairs by myself, but it was broad daylight, which made it a little easier. I still remember the dark brown of the wood stairs and how the wood felt in my hand as I used the rail to go up the stairs. At the top of the stairs I went to down the hallway to the bathroom and looked around. The weird thing about this corridor is that the intersection here is a maze of corridors, I think there were at least five different corridors leading off in different directions. All sorts of doors leading to different rooms. I hurried into the bathroom and closed the door. I was in the bathroom when I heard HEAVY foot steps coming down the hall, not from down stairs, but from one of the other corridors, towards the bathroom door. When they got to the bathroom door they paused and shuffled a bit, then walked away, again, not towards down stairs, but down a different corridor. I was terrified. I stood inside the bathroom not knowing what to do. Of course we didn’t have cell phones back then, so I just stood and stared at the door. Finally I opened the door, looked around, saw nothing, then RAN down the stairs and back to the ‘safety’ of the restaurant where my friend was sitting at a table. I asked her why she had been upstairs. She looked confused. She insisted that she wasn’t! I asked her who was upstairs. She promised me that NO ONE could be upstairs. I told her what had happened, and right about that time her grandma arrived back. She made me promise not to tell her grandma, and then she said, “Let’s get out of here.” So, we left, grabbed our bikes and went OUT to play for the rest of the day.

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