The Haunted States Of America - ARIZONA

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Today we are going to be continuing on with our haunted states series, so far we have covered all the creepy happenings going on in sweet home Alabama. Now today we’re heading on over to sunny Arizona to find some of the scariest stories.
 
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When I was about 4 years old, I lived in a house owned by my grandfather. It was a small house, two bedrooms. And my little sister had just been born. I had a best friend, his name was Brett. He was two years older than me. Him and I often played in the front yard of that house, and since the entire property was fenced off, we didn't need to be watched. 
My father made me a play house out front. It was fun to play in, the three of us. There was this girl who used to play with Brett and I, her name was Emma. Emma was the same age as Brett, with blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She always wore a green dress and black dress shoes. I told my mother about Emma, and she thought she was just an imaginary friend. She often would watch Brett and I play outside, and she never saw her. I saw Emma and talked to her all the time, until I moved away. My father and grandfather got into a fight, and my grandfather kicked us out. I never saw Emma after that, except once...that's a different story. My grandfather burned down my little playhouse, and I cried. It was the only place Emma liked to be in. 
I never told her I was leaving. I thought she would be mad at me for having to leave. She got mad when Brett needed to move away. A few years later, my father was cleaning out a warehouse across from that old house. He found a newspaper (Which I no longer have) on the news paper, it talked about a drive by shooting of a young girl. She died while waiting for paramedics. Her name was Emma, and there was a picture of her. Blonde hair, and bright eyes, and her little green dress she always wore.

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n 2014 I had been dating a guy who was a widower. While I didn't know the details of his wife's death, I did know it was a suicide. I didn't ask a lot of questions as I knew it was still very painful for him. He lived in the east valley of the Phoenix area in a ranch style house with a roommate and also several cats. Due to having said roommate and cats, he had a doggie door installed on the bottom of his bedroom door so he could still have privacy and the cats would be able to come in and out at their leisure. It was not uncommon to wake up and be surrounded by sleeping cats. 
One night we were watching TV at his place and I started to get tired. I went into his room and fell asleep, closing the door behind me. I was asleep on my left side in the fetal position when all of a sudden I was jolted awake in the middle of the night by what felt like a sharp tug backwards on my right shoulder. I immediately opened my eyes, completely expecting to see my boyfriend to my right. I said his name. No response. I reached a hand over to his side of the bed and he was not there. My eyes adjusted to the dark and I noticed that for once, I was not surrounded by sleeping cats, which was odd.
I laid very still and listened. My boyfriend was still out on the couch. He had fallen asleep out there and I could hear him snoring slightly. I didn't feel scared, just perplexed. I knew I hadn't dreamt that. Whatever it was woke me out of a sound sleep. In fact, I woke up with my shoulder still turned to the right. This was not a gentle shaking of one's shoulder to wake one either. This had been a full on tug, as if done with a sense of urgency or aggression. As I'm laying there, I suddenly felt as if someone had sat down on the edge of the bed next to me. I literally put my hand in the depression. Why I didn't go screaming out of the room, I don't know. I acknowledged the presence and strangely enough, I fell back to sleep. This time, without incident.
In the morning I told my boyfriend what had happened. He confessed to me that his late wife ended her life by taking a bunch of pills and going to sleep in that very bed. I had had no idea that's where it had happened. It never felt like one of those things I should ask for details on and thought he'd tell me when he was ready. I can only surmise it was her. He seemed to think that it was her spirit saying that she approved of me. I felt otherwise. 
While the relationship didn't last, I will never forget that experience. I moved out of state later that year and learned the following year he was tragically killed while out riding his motorcycle. It was heartbreaking to hear after the tragedy he had already been through. I really hope though that they are happy and have reunited on the other side.

I went to Tombstone, Arizona about 2 weeks ago. It was my first paranormal trip ever. I went with my father and his girlfriend. Our main event was the birdcage experience. Our tour started at 6:15 pm, and I was nervous as all hell. My heart dropped repeatedly when inside. The stories were what made me scared the most. Anyways, after we began and the tour guide finished her first part of her story, we went to the main room - where all the artifacts are. While the tour guide was talking, mostly everyone besides my dad, his girlfriend and myself were all standing near her. And as scared as I was, I happened to be standing nowhere near my family. A few minutes passed and I was still standing by myself, I then felt my butt get squeezed aggressively - at first I tried debunking it as my phone moving in my pocket but it was too aggressive to be that. I freaked out and went by my dad. As we were walking downstairs to the poker room, I felt something grab my arm extremely aggressive, I again freaked out and stood by my dad.
Finally, when the actual ghost 'hunt' began, I felt my hair being yanked a few times. I almost forgot one of the main things - as we were sitting in the circle, and before the tour guide turned off the lights, one of the electromagnetic devices went off, and as we saw that and asked the spirits, who it was; the lights flickered intensively. Those were pretty much the main things I saw/felt. I did hear a few things such as - a dog whimpering, or sniffling and aggressive tappings near the hearse which is said to be a spot where a little boy plays. I tried debunking it as paranoia since I was really nervous, but who really knows?

Had an experience I figured was worth sharing as it left me a little spooked and perplexed!
I was recently out in Tuscon for a music festival with my close friend. We drove out from Colorado and unfortunately did so at night both ways and didn't get to enjoy the beautiful scenery along the way, but it made for easy driving. After the festival was over, we drove out to Mesa to see our friend from highschool and said our goodbyes as we prepared for the 12 hour drive home.
We left just after sunset and about 3 hours into the drive on a mountain pass (give or take around midnight) we were singing along to old 90's and early 2000's pop hits and cracking jokes and laughing so hard we had tears streaming down our faces. The moon wasn't full and we were surrounded by trees so it was really dark. As we hit a straight stretch of road on the pass, I could only see in front of the car as far as the headlights allowed and nothing behind us. There was nobody else on this road for miles but us, and I was suddenly hit with a weird feeling of uneasiness.
I had been checking my rearview mirror pretty often, as we were loaded down with camping gear and I wanted to allow faster cars to pass us, but at this point we hadn't seen anyone for nearly 30 minutes. I glanced in the mirror to the black void behind us and back ahead, and after a few seconds saw a light out of my peripheral vision and I looked up again. There was a small, dark sedan tailgating us, and really riding us close. Their driver side headlight was out and the other one was really yellowed and dim. I watched as they sped up and got right on my bumper, and I mean like less than 10 feet where it was uncomfortably close. I looked at my friend and laughed and pointed back with my thumb and said "check out this ***hole, there's plenty of room to pass us!" and when we both looked, the car was gone. Just the same darkness that had been there before and blur of tree silhouettes.
I told him what I had seen and described the car. He got goosebumps and said he had been feeling uneasy on that stretch of the pass too. Nothing else notable happened the rest of the drive, but it left a weird feeling in my gut until we made it into the next town. I have heard similar stories of ghost cars over the years but never seen it for myself until then. 
I wouldn't consider it to have been necessarily scary, but it definitely left me perplexed as I have no explanation for what happened and am curious as to the history of that stretch of road (if there were any fatal accidents, etc.) Can't remember exactly the name of the pass nor the road we were on but at some point I'd like to look it up and see if there's any articles about that pass.

This year I had the opportunity to go with a good friend of mine on a tour of historic homes and landmarks in my hometown. I'd been hoping to go for years, though this tour was second to the haunted homes tour done in October. Still, this was quite a treat as many people were willing to open their homes to curious and interested people, and there were a few exceptionally old locations belonging to the town museum that would only be open for tours this one day a year.
I am an empath, and this is something I've had a hard time accepting. I feel the presence of spirits, often with their moods, emotions, and occasionally a message. More rarely I receive an impression of gender, their lifetime, and age they project. These encounters affect me physically, and because of that I often hesitate to join these tours as interesting as they are.
There were several homes on the tour, but only a handful had any activity. This is one of the active locations.
Portal Home (again, address omitted):
Most of the homes on the tour (at least the ones that were being lived in as private homes) had been gutted and rebuilt on the inside. This particular home was just a few hundred yards from one of the main streets on a little residential road out of sight. As with most, it was small with additions that had been added over the years to accommodate a more affluent lifestyle.
While this house wasn't a stark, modern shell, it was still very different. I felt a real sense of concern as my friend and I came up to the house with others on the tour. The front door felt almost hot, the way a campfire gives off an uncomfortable heat as you get closer to it. At the same time, I felt an unpleasant but strong pull that gripped me right at the center of my chest and steadily pulled my attention and direction toward it. 
I don't know what I expected to experience when I crossed the threshold. Maybe I thought it would ease up, or that there would be a spirit there that would specifically manifest. I don't know, but whatever I expected, that wasn't it.
Inside the house, it was like every door, every archway into a hall, every window had that same pull as the front door. It almost made me nauseous enough to throw up. I didn't want to stay, but my friend (who's older than I am, and very skeptical) doesn't know I'm sensitive to spirits. So rather than risk her disbelief and possible mockery, I tried to suck it up. 
The only spirit I actually felt, and felt clearly, was a young boy who was sitting on the stairs immediately inside the front door to the right. He was seated about six steps up, holding one of the rails. The stairs had a real rope across them to let the tour members know that upstairs wasn't part of the public area. The little boy felt around 10 or 11, kind of messy brown hair that was smooth and had a part down his head. I didn't "see" see him, but, like all spirit I get images of, these things were more like impressions, or a kind of intuition. I feel it rather than see it. Strange, yeah, but that's how it works. These are more details than I usually get, so I think the amplitude of energy in the house increased the clarity for that split second.
Once past the front area, things just got even more uncomfortable. I wanted to hone in on individual spirits, but the whirling pull of all the doors and windows was too much to get anything. Instead, it just felt like every door was trying to pull energy in, push it out, or send it spinning. I've never been in proximity to major spirit portals (I try and avoid places said to have that kind of activity) because I guessed it would make me motion sick. This was a guess since I react physically to spirit energy anyway, and in this case I was right. 
I got a breath out in the back yard, but had to come back through the house to exit. I would have certainly thrown up if I had to stay in there the whole time without the small break in the yard.
I'm not sure what charged that house, if it was that way for years, or if this came about because of renovations or through people meddling with spirit energy, but this was clearly portal activity. 
My friend still doesn't know, even though she was plenty curious why I almost got sick all over those people's expensive floors.

For as long as I can remember my house has been haunted. This is a record of mine and other's experiences, though most are mine since the others tend to dismiss them, they don't believe in ghosts. 
Red-Eyes - So, when I was about five I woke in the middle of the night from a nightmare, I had never had one before or since. I knew I was awake because I had fallen out of my bed, and like any kid I headed to my parent's room. So I turn to leave and above my doorway are these giant, glowing red eyes just looking at me. So I run to my parents room. Looking back now I know that it was a supernatural creature, but at the time I, for some reason, told my Mom my brother was spying on me. I haven't seen them since.
My brother was possessed - This is a experience from my parents. When I was young my brother was a dick, so to try to get him to respect us girls more, and I don't know why she thought that this would work, my Mom painted Bible verses on his wall. She said that as soon as my brother entered the room he started screaming that it hurt and to take them off. We asked her why she didn't think that he was acting and she said that he seemed to be in actual pain and eventually stop fighting and just laid there. I don't know if it worked because I was too young to remember and my parents said no more on the matter.
The Caretaker - From this ghost I get more the feeling of protectiveness than malice. My parents fight a lot so I have some trouble falling asleep scared what might happen, this first happened after one of the fights. I was in my bed, a bunk bed, and you could feel the tension in the house. I was facing the wall when I felt a hand on my hair, almost petting me. Thinking it was my mom, I rolled over but no one was there. This has happened repeatedly for years now, even when there hasn't been a fight. Since this is all there is on this one I won't update every time it happens, only if something changes.
The Face - This is something my sister experienced but came to me straight after. She was in my parents bathroom taking a selfie, since she says that there is better lighting in there. She was alone but when she looks at the picture there was a face above her right shoulder. When she showed it to me I noted that the face seem to be of a man, but was twisted in agony. I got a definite sense of malice just from the picture. I will try to get her to send me the picture if she still has it. She denied it being a ghost, saying that it was just a reflection of herself, but last I checked she wasn't a man.
The Dancing Man - Just a few months ago I was on my bed with my cat when I noticed her staring at something in the direction of my parents room. Following her gaze I saw someone peeking around their doorway. It was tall but completely covered in shadows, I wouldn't have noticed it if it was completely still, but he was making this weird move, peering around the doorframe then crouching and moving out of sight, all in one fluid motion. I know what you are going to say, it was someone from your family, but it wasn't. My brother was in the bathroom right near my room, my older sister was at work, my little sister was in her room and I would have seen her leave because her doorway was right next to mine, and my Mom was asleep and would also be too short to be the man anyway. I thought it was my Dad, but then he came out of the room and walked right past the thing. I don't know if it was the same being that was in my sister's picture, but I haven't seen it since.
The Passing Shadow - I was in my room with the door semi-closed, leaving enough space to see out of. Out of the corner of my eye I see a shadow pass by then go back the way it came. I thought it was my little sister going to the bathroom to grab something. Because of the way the rooms are arranged, the room my older sister and I share is at the end of a hallway with my little sister on one side with the bathroom on the other. The shadow was child sized so it couldn't have been my brother who is over 6 feet tall. Then I see it pass by again doing the same thing as before, it repeats this pattern a few times and I was starting to get annoyed. When my little sister came to get me for dinner I told her to stop walking in front of my door. She replied that she had been downstairs the whole time. I now keep the door fully open or shut.
December 16, 2017: Even though I've had strange things happen to me: from ghosts to demons and possible possession, I have never had something talk to me. Yes I tried using a voice recording app that was supposed to let ghost speak to me, but I couldn't tell if it was real or not so I didn't pay any attention. But recently things have been worse, I would be walking downstairs and hear the TV on, but once I got down there it was off and no one was around. I keep seeing balls of different colored light; one of which was human shaped and was STANDING IN MY MIRROR! I also keep seeing shadows, but now I am seriously freaked. I was out on a walk and even though it was only about 6, it was dark and I was alone. I was listening to music and suddenly I thought I heard someone breathing, but since no one else was around I brushed it off as wind. But just a few minutes later I was listening to Adele's song Hello and right before she starts singing I hear a very deep and kind of robotic voice tell me to 'Go die'. I was startled and rewound the song in case someone had messed with the audio, but the voice wasn't there. So I have no idea what is going on and if whatever spirits are following me are becoming violent I need help. My family doesn't believe me, so does anyone have any suggestion for what I should do?

Mysterious Bruises- I nearly forgot about this experience, but a few weeks ago my sister, the same one that took the photo (that she deleted before I could get it), came into our room and showed me some bruises that she had on her upper leg. She found them strange because they looked like they were made by fingers, but they were too small to be made by anyone we know. It was almost like a child made them. I was shocked because not only did I think that there was a child spirit in our house, which I had never told her, but because the bruises looked like that ones I had on my right hip. I had my bruises for months and they never faded and there wasn't much I could do about it so I forgot. But now it seems like these spirits are going after others. I need help.
It's Worse- Over the past year the situation in my house has gotten worse. In fact most of my experiences have happen within that time. But lately it has gotten worse. They are now happening outside of my house. Whether it was the voice I mentioned before or someone poking right in the middle of my back it has gotten worse. Not only that but for almost a year now I have been sick. And I don't mean like a cold, I mean that It hurts so much that I can't move, I can't breathe, and nothing helps.
We have been to doctors, I've taken multiple antibiotics and medicines, but all they do is keep it away for about a week then they stop working. It has only come to my attention recently that the activity and me being sick started getting worse around the same time. Does anyone know if it is possible for the spirits to make me this sick?
12/13/2017- I've mentioned that whatever is in my house has been going after others in my family, not just me. I don't know if this experience was supernatural but with everything going on I couldn't brush it off.
Last night, around 7:30-8:00 my parents called all of us downstairs. We thought that one of us was in trouble, but as it turned out it was worse. My mom has this medicine that she takes every night called Biotin, and sometime yesterday someone, or as I believe something, had cut open the little packet that had these little balls that would absorb any water that got in the bottle. If she had swallowed these she could have become very sick. She only noticed them because they were rattling around in the bottle. The thing is that this packet had to have been cut open sometime after she had taken them the day before, and the only people in the house were my family. I don't believe that any of us would have done this. Does anyone know if a spirit can do this, or is it something worse?