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Days after this Wendy's opened, a closing worker went to empty the trash and found her: a girl, maybe sixteen, dressed in a ballerina costume. The case — and the questions around it — never quite went away. Neither did she. Late at night, staff and passersby have reported hearing a soft voice drifting through the dark, calling out a single name: "Tommy." Beneath it, barely there, the ghost of music. Sweet, faint, and deeply wrong for the hour. Whatever she's waiting for, she hasn't found it yet.

No verified incident report, news record, or police filing has been publicly linked to this Wendy's opening — which, for local legend, is practically a feature rather than a flaw. The chain expanded aggressively through Colorado Springs across the latter twentieth century, and the lore attached to this unnamed location circulates in regional haunting roundups as one of the city's more unsettling "unexpected" hauntings. The documented record is silent; the story, somehow, keeps getting louder.