READERS TALES
My Address is 666
(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.