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Strangeness
in Prescott
by Daniel
I was born and raised in Prescott, Arizona. Prescott sits 5,280 feet high amid reddish brown granite boulders surrounded by ponderosa pine forests. It is your typical small but exploding old west town with lots of history.
Before my father asked Christ into our house, we frequently experienced the dark side of the supernatural. When I was about five years old, we lived on 6th Street in-between the skating rink and the fire station right in front of granite creek park. There was some fun times, but there were scary, heated arguments just about everyday. When it was time for bed, the house would get spooky and we all heard heavy footsteps several different nights. I was the only one to ever see anything.
One day, I was in the backyard playing with a toy replica backhoe that my father had bought for me. I was digging a hole about the size of a coffee cup when I noticed that there was a toy devil sticking out of the side of the hole. It was red and white with big yellow eyes and black pupils. I thought, "Cool! I dug up a toy!" But when I went to grab it, I couldn't see it anymore. I figured dirt must have fallen on it and covered it up, so I emptied out the small hole, but I couldn't find the devil toy. I looked around but still nothing. It didn't scare me then, but when I got older I realized something weird happened there.
Also, I remember one night when I was trying to go to sleep I felt incredible restlessness, and I began to see faces materializing. They were a see-through red color and they were like very ugly human men, and I could see that they were laughing at me and the I could slightly hear them laughing. They appeared one after the other as if in single file order. After about the third one, I attempted to scream for my mom and dad, but I could not produce any sound. When I could barley make noise, they left.
My dad said when he lost his driver's license he would walk through granite creek park to go to the bars, and he said on the way home something was shoving him and trying to hold him down when he would try to cross the creek. He often complained about great pressure in his chest as well. This was all when I was about five and six years old. I have only experienced one other paranormal event since then and it was right up the street from the house I just told you about. I was about 21. To make a long story short, it was a calm, warm summer night and a very strong wind went through my friends garage and knocked over some boxes and slammed a door shut. We thought it was my uncle, but just then he walked out of the house, which is nowhere near attached to the garage.
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