Tag: Trip ramblings

Continuation of ghost tour of the state of Arizona: Jerome!  Any of you in the area, I highly highly recommend Ghost Town Tours, specifically the ghost adventure tour led by Taylor.  Seriously.  Expensive but worth every penny.

Turned us loose in a cemetery with ghost boxes and EMF detectors.  I followed an EMF up the hill and past several graves, but once it was leading me off into the prickly pear scrub and the steep hillside running down to a barbed wire fence, I said out loud “no we’re not going that way.  No.  No!  Stop flashing at me, we’re taking this path.  No, not down there.  Stop!”  And for the rest of the time we were in there everyone else’s meters would ping and mine did not spike again until we left the cemetery gate.  I guess I upset someone, but I was not gonna stumble down that hill in the dark.  Also, the flashlight in Alex’s hand died at one point, at the same time another lady’s phone gave out.  The other two EMF meters (not mine) spiked.  Then the flashlight came back on and the lady goes “I’m going to be so freaked out if my phone is back” and pulls out her phone to reveal it’s going through it’s start up process without her having turned it back on.

However, we started at the old high school, that’s been deserted since 1975.  And there we didn’t have much happen that was documentable.  I suspect at least some of it was the tour guide messing with us.  I was not willing to go out on my own and the other people on the tour were rather…reluctant.  I did get to stretch the slight sensitivity I have a bit.  Tour guide led us into the boys’ shower room in the auditorium, and I admit I totally missed everything he said in there because we had to walk by the boy’s bathroom, and that was a Bad Place.  All hair on end, all over cold, instant jolt of adrenaline, watery-guts terror Bad Place.  I can’t even put into words.  I head a rustle and a thunk and some taps walking by it, didn’t see anything moving even though I Did Not turn my back on that doorway at all ever.  Bad.  Very very very very very bad.  Which is interesting because we did go wander into the girls’ shower room, which the tour guide told us afterward was usually an area that freaked people out, and I didn’t have any issues.  But the boy’s bathroom was Bad in a way I have never encountered before and I didn’t like it and I very much hope I never run into that again, whatever it was.

WELL THAT WAS FANTASTIC

  • out in the absolute butt-end of nowhere, literally in the desert 20+ miles from ANYTHING, light comes on on car dashboard
  • don’t know what it means, decide on continuing to nearest habitation rather than pulling over on the interstate in the dark IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DESERT
  • make it 20 miles to nearest town
  • pull on to off ramp, massive CRACK noise from car
  • pull into gas station parking lot
  • discover that one tire is completely entirely rim-resting-on-the-pavement flat
  • still 30 miles from home
  • locate spare tire and jack in trunk, no lug wrench
  • no family anywhere close able to help
  • gas station does not sell lug wrenches
  • neither does the truck stop on the other side of the interstate
  • wonderful gentleman overhears our pitiful pleas and offers to help
  • discover that car requires a special tool which wonderful gentleman does not have
  • friend calls uncle with highway patrol, he is out of state, he sends highway patrol to help
  • highway patrol does not have special tool
  • highway patrol drives us to oreilly’s to purchase special tool
  • take selfie in back of police car
  • tool acquired, ride back to car
  • spare tire does not fit
  • highway patrol drives us home
  • takes two different cars to do so because crossing jurisdiction lines
  • get home, make plan to get tire and get to car tomorrow
  • back safe, plan made, all that’s left to do is burst into tears on alex (i’m still sorry)
  • need to be up in 6hrs to pick up rental car
  • AND THEN 6 HOUR DRIVE UP TO NEW DESTINATION
  • *screaming*

Set up the desk (by my side of the bed lol) with a great deal of shiny things a kiddo might want to play with, in case the reputed ghost boy decides to drop in overnight. Including: coins, candies, notebook+pencil, my eternal stack of jewelry, and the room key. Documenting positions now and will see if anything has moved in the morning!

Currently at the Copper Queen hotel in Bisbee AZ.  Didn’t get one of the more well known haunted rooms but one that does have reported activity in it.

I don’t often bring it up because people are skeptical and I don’t blame them because I’m very skeptical too–I am relatively sensitive to hauntings/spirits.  I wouldn’t come close to calling myself psychic and I don’t get emotions or voices or “see” things, it’s just a definite sense of “something is here rn”.  I always feel like I can distinguish it from anxiety bc anxiety is “someone is looking at you” while when I get a sense that like.  Someone is in the room with me but just doing their own thing it might be something else.  And it’s happened to me in public places (the tower of london) and private places (my mom’s childhood home).  Places where I’m familiar with the ghost stories don’t always trigger it, which I would take as an indication that it’s just my expectations getting to me.

Anyway with that rambling aside, we went on a wander through the hotel hallways, figuring out where the really haunted rooms are and just looking around the neat old building.  I hadn’t had any sense of anything around, it was just a building with a lot of personality.  But then we found a narrow little twisty back staircase on the fourth floor and started to head down.  And halfway down something popped up at the top of the stairs.  Couldn’t see anything but it wanted us out thanks.  Pretty much gave me a good shove to the back of the head without touching me is the only way I can describe it.  So that was interesting.  Can’t wait to sleep tonight.