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(NOTE: The author has another story titled "The Witch on The Bridge")

This story takes place on the Gila River Indian Reservation, which is 10-15 miles south of Phoenix Az.

I have seen a few things in my life that I have no other explanation for other than these things are ghosts or spirits. While some may scoff at the idea of an afterlife, I do believe there are spirits (wheteher good or bad) around us every day.

My first encounter was when my cousin committed suicide. I was age 12 and he was like my big brother. After we had the funeral services, he appeared to about 5 of his family members that he was closest with. My parents (who had a major hand in raising him), my sisters (who grew up with him), and me. (I followed him around all the time.)

My parents and I were in the living room watching a movie with all of the lights out, when we all noticed a tall figure standing in the shadows. For some reason, we were not frightened by the apparition standing in our kitchen as it had a sense of familiarity to it. While some may argue that it may have been a shadow cast off something else or light bouncing off in a weird way, we seen the outline of my cousin, his stance and everything. What really convinced us that it was him, was when he raised his arm and gave us a short little wave. At that exact moment, the doorbell rang. When my dad went outside, there was no one around.

A couple of nights later, my cousin appeared in a dream to me. He told me to behave and always listen to my parents, because he never did. he then started to walk away from me. When I tried to follow him, he told me "No, you can't go where I'm going. You don't belong there". The next morning, my sister came over crying saying our cousin appeared to her in a dream. My dad soon said he had the same exact dream. I kept my dream to myself, knowing he had come to say goodbye to all of us.

The second encounter I had was in a house in the same neighborhood. I was at a party, sitting in the living room, when out of the corner of my eye I saw a child run across the hall. I asked if there were any kids there, since it was an adult party with alcohol. My friend (whose sister lived at the house) said "Why? did you see that little ghost?" I lost what little buzz I had, and said "What?" My friend then proceeded to tell me that before his sister moved in, there was a lady who lived there before. She used to drink alot, and one night she rolled over on her toddler and smothered her to death. I thought it was kinda spooky, but didn't let it ruin my night. As the night wore on, more people started leaving. All that was left was a handful of us sitting in the living room. As I got up to use the bathroom, I started down the hallway when I was frozen in my steps. A little toddler, no more than 2 years old I would estimate, ran out of one room, stopped in the hallway, looked at me, then scurried into the room across the hall.

The neighborhood where these episodes occurred are a group of houses, divided into 3 sections. These are known to locals as the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd circles. While they aren't actual circles, they eerily resemble three 6's. The photo I have attached should offer a clearer view. There are people who say there is something haunting every house in the neighborhood.There has been a number of suicides since these houses were built (back in the late 60's). There is one house that was damaged by fire, which also took the life of a baby. They say you could hear the baby crying at night. Some elders say that the entire land the houses are built on used to be an ancient burial ground. That last claim actually holds some validity to it, with me that is. My neice was being bothered by night terrors while we were living in that house. She used to look so petrified at something that wasn't visible to us. When we asked what it looked like, she said it was a old Indian man, with long hair. The thought of an old burial ground struck a chord with me as soon as she said that.

I do believe there are a number of houses that have a spirit inhabiting them. But as for something of a more sinister nature, I 'm not sure. Living in a neighborhod that is in the shape of three 6's doesn't help much.



-Cecil Allison.


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