September 24, 2025 • 24 mins
In the mid-1990s, JD grew up in a Phoenix apartment where his “imaginary friends” weren’t the playful kind most kids have. He called them The Wallwalkers, strange figures that crawled out of the paint, whispered his name, and sometimes turned on him. Alongside terrifying night terrors and seizures, JD also witnessed cabinets opening on their own, maggots pouring from the carpet, and a pale figure that appeared behind a shower curtain. Was it an overactive imagination, or something far more unsettling?
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Speaker 1 (00:02):
They would appear to me, and forms that were awful, horrific,
The most horrific things I couldn't imagine. What I called
them was wallwalkers.
Speaker 2 (00:15):
In the nineties, JD lived in a Phoenix apartment complex
where his imaginary friends weren't so imaginary. They crawled out
of the walls, whispered names, and sometimes they turned on him.
My name is Edwin, and here's JD's true scary story.
Speaker 1 (00:40):
I lived in Phoenix, Arizona, when I was a child,
which is in a valley called the Valley of the Sun.
It's got three thousand years of human history between Sedona
and the Superstition Mountains. It's a place that's steeped in
a lot of legend and a lot of myth, and
a lot of ghost stories and a lot of ghosts.
(01:03):
It's even got the disappearance of the people who originally
settled at the Joho cum. This is where I lived,
right in the center of all that. This chapter of
my life is not when I remember that fondly, I
(01:27):
lived in the poorest parts of that city, surrounded by
drugs and crime. It's a time where I experienced a
lot of things children shouldn't experience. Can't help but feel
that what happened my circumstances that I was living in
(01:50):
at the time, the circumstances that surrounded my living situation
are connected. In that environment, all people find ways to cope.
In case of my family and my parents, both my
parents were addicts. Addiction is a disease. It's terrible, but
(02:15):
the people who suffer from it are people. As I
tell stories about this thing, I always go out of
my way to say that my parents are people. They
made mistakes, but they did their best for me at
the time. A lot of what I'm going to be
describing sounds terrible. It sounds like I was in the
worst situation as possible, the people around me were doing
(02:36):
their best. I feel like that's important to say. The
way I learned to cope as a kid was through
my imagination. I'm gifted with a strong imagination, with a
very vivid capacity to weave stored worries in my mind,
(03:01):
and as a kid, I lived in my own world,
sort of portraying it over top of what was around
me and the drugs and the crime. It didn't really
affect me because I wasn't really there. It's really normal
for kids to have imaginary friends, especially if they're quite
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lonely like I was, and I had an imaginary friend.
His name was Chewy. For those who may not be
familiar with Mexican Spanish, Chewy is a really common diminutive
form of the name Haeseus, used generally in Mexico and
(03:46):
in first generation Mexican families. Interestingly enough, I have no
connection to that culture or history. I had no way
at that time of knowing that name or having any
context for understanding that name. No members of my family
(04:06):
had that name, no family friends had that name, none
of the parents of any of my friends had that name.
This name just kind of appeared out of nowhere. I
just named my imaginary friend Chewy. He was a friendly
face for me to play with when I had no
one else around. Unlike what was typical for kids, I
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didn't have a specific room that I would play with
Chewy in. I'd play with Chewi anywhere. I took him
with me, anywhere I went, the grocery store, doctor's appointments.
I would play with him in any room of my house,
play with him at school, constant companion. As time went on,
(04:53):
and as I really started to get more and more
enmeshed in this story and playtime, I began to speak
in broken Spanish. Nobody taught me any Spanish. I certainly
was never around anyone who spoke it that often. I
(05:14):
had babysitters who were Mexican and would speak Spanish, but
they didn't speak it to me. They spoke to me
in English. I had no real reason to speak Spanish,
but I had started to pick up bits and pieces
from somewhere. I would speak to Chewy, my imaginary friend,
(05:35):
and broken Spanish quite often, back and forth, back and forth.
This goes on for a good year. As the playtime
becomes more common to me, the number of my imaginary
friends starts growing. Starts at two, then three, four, end
(05:59):
up with like sixteen different imaginary friends, each with names,
each with personalities. I would talk to each one of them,
even though that you know, Chewi was the one I
interacted with the most. But I had just a vast
number of imaginary friends living with me in my house,
in this little apartment. My parents they kind of took
(06:23):
it as well. I mean, you know, this is cute.
We're glad that he's dealing with this. He's dealing with
the circumstances we're in right now, and they didn't think
much of it. But things started to change a little bit.
(06:48):
I've always suffered from terrible migraines and night terrors. These days,
I don't really get night terrors so much as I
just have nightmares. Thankfully. When I would get migraines and
have night terrors, I would dream of my imaginary friends.
They would appear to me in forms that were awful, horrific,
(07:13):
the most horrific things I couldn't imagine. What I called
them was wallwalkers because the way they appeared in my
dreams was as naked, hairless, a rack. They'd kind of beans.
They looked humanoid, but they crawled on all fours and
(07:39):
I would see them come out of the walls and
my dreams as if the wall hung over them like fabric.
They would just crawl out from underneath them. I have
had seizures as well as a child, and I would
see them while I was awake. While having a seizure,
I would see them crawling out from the walls. When
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I would come back from seizures, I would be awfully.
I would just be terrified, just petrified. It's not normal
for kids to be frightened of their imaginary friends. It's
not typical. Usually a child makes an imaginary friend as
a coping mechanism. But for some reason, mine turned into terror.
(08:28):
Mine turned into things that haunted me. From that point,
I went from an imaginative child in bad circumstances to
a solemn, drawn child who was frightened and afraid of
(08:55):
being outside and going into the world because I could
only see terror in the shadows, just constantly stalked by
these things in my waking dreams. The change was so
immediate that my parents noticed, particularly my mom. She would
(09:19):
sit me down and talk to me about this topic
and tell me this isn't real. You imagine your friends
they're they're just pretend. They're just in your head. You
can control them, you have all the power of them.
But it would never work. As time went on, and
(09:42):
as our situation got worse, I would frequently get upset
and angry with my sister and my parents, and I
would point my finger at them and say, if you
make me angry, the wall walkers will get you. Would
use them as threats. That's what they had become to me,
(10:04):
something so terrible that I could threaten people with them.
They would experience the same terror that I experienced having
a child change like this for your eyes and then
seeing him point at you and say that these things
are going to get you. My mom was rightfully a
(10:27):
kind of a praise, was terrified. Really, there's no understanding
of what's going on. A lot of things happened around
that point in my life. A lot of events happened
in confluence. My dad got into a car accident, a
(10:51):
really bad car accident. He ended up being prescribed to
pain medication that he became addicted to rest of his life.
That mixed with money problems and my sister leaving the
house and going to live with someone else, it was
a terrible time. It feels like all of that negativity,
(11:16):
all of that dark power, just colessed inside of my imagination.
But it wasn't just my imagination that played these events out.
There was things that happened in that apartment that brings
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a new element to this situation with what I was imagining.
At night, when we would all be asleep, we would
hear the cabinet doors and the refrigerator door in the
kitchen open and slam shut. We would constantly hear movement
down our hallways. We would experience just constant banging in
(12:03):
the walls, scratching in the walls. No matter what we tried,
our house always accumulated flies, especially around the windows, but
also just in the house. We would fumigate, we would clean,
we'd do everything in our power to get rid of them,
(12:25):
but the flies would never go away, to the point
where at one juncture we had maggots crawling out from
underneath our carpet. These were not carpet beetle larvae. These
were like fly larvae. These were magots crawling out just
in mass, from underneath our carpet. And we had fumigated
(12:47):
this house so many times. There was no reason anything
but humans and dogs would be alive in this house.
There's just simply no reason. It was a strange environment.
It was a deeply disturbing one, and it feels like
what hung over that place just infected everyone who lived there.
(13:12):
You know. It was so bad that my sister used
to come up with ghost stories about my imaginary friends.
That's how terrifying this was. She would come up with
literal like ghost stories to scare her friends about the
things I would tell her that were going on in
my little, you know, imaginary world. I've had two very
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visceral experiences in that place, relating to things I can't explain.
One of them was when I was very, very very young.
I didn't quite I understand how to lock doors. That's
how young I was. I didn't quite understand how the
mechanism on a door lock worked, so I couldn't lock
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the doors myself. And I went into the bathroom and
I did my business, and I went to leave, and
I had closed the door behind me, and I found
I couldn't open the door. It was completely fast and shut.
I hadn't locked, it hadn't locked by accident. Frankly, I
don't think i'd even closed the door all the way,
(14:29):
but the door was completely sealed. I couldn't pull it.
I couldn't do anything. I was probably three, maybe four,
and I have vivid memories of just panicking, slamming my
fists on the door, just begging to be let out.
There was no one in my house. Everyone was at
a party down the way at a different apartment, so
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I was totally alone. I had gone to use the
restroom just I couldn't get out. There was nobody there.
I just kept slamming on the door for an hour,
hour and a half until someone finally came to find
to me and let me out. That bathroom like was
a focal point for a lot of things. I don't
(15:10):
know why. I don't know what in particular about it,
but I was horrified to that bathroom. I had a
terrible experience right as I was starting to take showers
by myself. I had just gotten enough courage to close
the door and take my own showers by myself as
(15:32):
a kid. No, it's a a big growth point. Right
I was in the shower, I was washing my hair.
I was actually really enjoying myself. I was like, you know,
maybe maybe this is okay, Maybe it's okay to take
showers by myself. And I just felt frozen all the sudden.
I just felt cold, like the water was so hot.
(15:55):
I kept the water so hot, but it just felt
freezing all of a sudden, there was just no heat
in the world for a minute, and I just had
this urge to look behind me. When I did, I
saw this white blur. I just looked at dead in
the eye. It was a mist figure, almost a white
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shadow that moved as if it was peeking in the
shower at me, and then immediately once I had noticed it,
flicked back. Being a kid at the time, I didn't
understand this. This did not compute. It's just too many
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things all aligning in that place, too many experiences, all correlating,
too many bad experiences, too many bad life events, and
all of it centered on me. That place hated me.
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That place wanted me to be miserable. Something there I
don't know if it was chewy or if it was
something else. Could have been many things, given how many
names I gave to things, how many faces I said
there were looking back at me for my own dreams.
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But something about that place just wanted me to join them,
wanted me to act as their voice, their conduit. Almost.
It felt like I felt like a bridge and they
exposed themselves to me and no one else. And that
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was probably the worst experiences of my life, all situated
in that one place. Pound for pound, I would say
that Phoenix, Arizona, and the surrounding areas are probably the
most paranormally active places in the United States. A lot
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of places claim that, a lot of places say they're
famous for that. I think Arizona's the real deal, because
not only do you have people who live there now
saying they have experiences, you have people going back a
thousand years with oral legend of experiences they've had in
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that place. Another experience I had was in my grandmother's house.
She maintained a room for her grandchildren to stay in.
When we were over, we had our own room. Basically,
(18:52):
it was like a you know, if we lived there,
it would be our bedroom on the wall. She had
a couple of dolls, and I never had issues with these.
Usually I wasn't afraid of dolls. I had no problem
with dolls. But one night, as I was laying down
to go to sleep, I wasn't asleep yet. I've had
sleep process, so I can say with certainty that this
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wasn't sleep process. There is nothing like it. In sleep processes.
You can't move, You can't even blink, really, you can
only just stare at what's happening. I could move as
fully awake. I leaned up. They look up. The light
from outside the bedroom is casting in. It focuses on
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this one doll's face, and she looks down at me
and she says hello right to me, just in her
childlike tone. So clearly, so crisply, undeniably. I screamed. I
crawled out of that room. That's how scared I was.
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I crawled out and just ran into the living room.
I got right into my Granma's lap, and I refused
to go back in that room. It got to the
point where to even make me go anywhere near it,
they had to take the doll down and hide it.
I didn't want to know where it was, but I knew.
I knew exactly where they put it, because every time
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I walked past that room, I'd feel this sense of dread,
this sense of terror. I would always feel watched there,
And that's a pretty common feeling for people in many
parts of that city, in that state particularly, it's this
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constant feeling of being watched. I remember where you are.
If you go out into the mountains, you'll feel watched.
If you go out into the Superstition Mountains, I think
everyone who goes there reports feeling watched at some point.
Those places, it's a strange place. It's a strange place.
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Another experience I had that was actually at the same
house where I was living as a small kid. It
gets very hot in Phoenix. You know, everyone knows that.
So I was a boy and very young, so I
had no problems at all, just taking my clothes off
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and being cool. And one night I was sick and
tired of being hot, so I opened my window, close off,
laid out right next to it. In Phoenix, grass is
relatively uncommon because water is at a premium and grass
is extremely expensive to maintain, so people line their yards
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with rock instead, like a small small stone, small pebbles,
and they have a very distinctive noise when you walk
on them, a crunching sound, undeniable. And as I was
laying near my window, I hear that crunching sound walk
up next to me in this house. While I'm laying
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there in the window, I'm just petrified with fear, petrified.
I look out. There's nobody there, nobody complete, just the
empty desert night looking back at me. That's it. I
gather up the courage to move. I lift my hands up,
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I pulled down the window, pulled down the shade, and
just lay there like a log. And then I hear
the sounds of somebody walking away again, that crunching like
feet walking on the stones. Yeah, it's hard for me
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to It's hard for me to relive some of this.
I haven't really talked about it before. It's something I
bury deep because I don't necessarily consider myself a believer
in the paranormal. But on the other hand, with experiences
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like this, how do I deny it? I think I
just maintain a healthy, neutral perspective. But I hope by
telling this story, I can have solidarity with other people
who have experienced things at the worst parts of their
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lives as well, and maybe, just maybe they can find
some comfort in hearing someone else say that they aren't crazy,
that what they experienced happened. It can't be explained. There's
no way to speak around it, there's no way to
(24:02):
move past it. It's just a part of you, and
that's okay. That's valid.
Speaker 2 (24:16):
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(24:37):
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Keep it scary everyone, See you soon.
They would appear to me, and forms that were awful, horrific,
The most horrific things I couldn't imagine. What I called
them was wallwalkers.
Speaker 2 (00:15):
In the nineties, JD lived in a Phoenix apartment complex
where his imaginary friends weren't so imaginary. They crawled out
of the walls, whispered names, and sometimes they turned on him.
My name is Edwin, and here's JD's true scary story.
Speaker 1 (00:40):
I lived in Phoenix, Arizona, when I was a child,
which is in a valley called the Valley of the Sun.
It's got three thousand years of human history between Sedona
and the Superstition Mountains. It's a place that's steeped in
a lot of legend and a lot of myth, and
a lot of ghost stories and a lot of ghosts.
(01:03):
It's even got the disappearance of the people who originally
settled at the Joho cum. This is where I lived,
right in the center of all that. This chapter of
my life is not when I remember that fondly, I
(01:27):
lived in the poorest parts of that city, surrounded by
drugs and crime. It's a time where I experienced a
lot of things children shouldn't experience. Can't help but feel
that what happened my circumstances that I was living in
(01:50):
at the time, the circumstances that surrounded my living situation
are connected. In that environment, all people find ways to cope.
In case of my family and my parents, both my
parents were addicts. Addiction is a disease. It's terrible, but
(02:15):
the people who suffer from it are people. As I
tell stories about this thing, I always go out of
my way to say that my parents are people. They
made mistakes, but they did their best for me at
the time. A lot of what I'm going to be
describing sounds terrible. It sounds like I was in the
worst situation as possible, the people around me were doing
(02:36):
their best. I feel like that's important to say. The
way I learned to cope as a kid was through
my imagination. I'm gifted with a strong imagination, with a
very vivid capacity to weave stored worries in my mind,
(03:01):
and as a kid, I lived in my own world,
sort of portraying it over top of what was around
me and the drugs and the crime. It didn't really
affect me because I wasn't really there. It's really normal
for kids to have imaginary friends, especially if they're quite
(03:23):
lonely like I was, and I had an imaginary friend.
His name was Chewy. For those who may not be
familiar with Mexican Spanish, Chewy is a really common diminutive
form of the name Haeseus, used generally in Mexico and
(03:46):
in first generation Mexican families. Interestingly enough, I have no
connection to that culture or history. I had no way
at that time of knowing that name or having any
context for understanding that name. No members of my family
(04:06):
had that name, no family friends had that name, none
of the parents of any of my friends had that name.
This name just kind of appeared out of nowhere. I
just named my imaginary friend Chewy. He was a friendly
face for me to play with when I had no
one else around. Unlike what was typical for kids, I
(04:30):
didn't have a specific room that I would play with
Chewy in. I'd play with Chewi anywhere. I took him
with me, anywhere I went, the grocery store, doctor's appointments.
I would play with him in any room of my house,
play with him at school, constant companion. As time went on,
(04:53):
and as I really started to get more and more
enmeshed in this story and playtime, I began to speak
in broken Spanish. Nobody taught me any Spanish. I certainly
was never around anyone who spoke it that often. I
(05:14):
had babysitters who were Mexican and would speak Spanish, but
they didn't speak it to me. They spoke to me
in English. I had no real reason to speak Spanish,
but I had started to pick up bits and pieces
from somewhere. I would speak to Chewy, my imaginary friend,
(05:35):
and broken Spanish quite often, back and forth, back and forth.
This goes on for a good year. As the playtime
becomes more common to me, the number of my imaginary
friends starts growing. Starts at two, then three, four, end
(05:59):
up with like sixteen different imaginary friends, each with names,
each with personalities. I would talk to each one of them,
even though that you know, Chewi was the one I
interacted with the most. But I had just a vast
number of imaginary friends living with me in my house,
in this little apartment. My parents they kind of took
(06:23):
it as well. I mean, you know, this is cute.
We're glad that he's dealing with this. He's dealing with
the circumstances we're in right now, and they didn't think
much of it. But things started to change a little bit.
(06:48):
I've always suffered from terrible migraines and night terrors. These days,
I don't really get night terrors so much as I
just have nightmares. Thankfully. When I would get migraines and
have night terrors, I would dream of my imaginary friends.
They would appear to me in forms that were awful, horrific,
(07:13):
the most horrific things I couldn't imagine. What I called
them was wallwalkers because the way they appeared in my
dreams was as naked, hairless, a rack. They'd kind of beans.
They looked humanoid, but they crawled on all fours and
(07:39):
I would see them come out of the walls and
my dreams as if the wall hung over them like fabric.
They would just crawl out from underneath them. I have
had seizures as well as a child, and I would
see them while I was awake. While having a seizure,
I would see them crawling out from the walls. When
(08:03):
I would come back from seizures, I would be awfully.
I would just be terrified, just petrified. It's not normal
for kids to be frightened of their imaginary friends. It's
not typical. Usually a child makes an imaginary friend as
a coping mechanism. But for some reason, mine turned into terror.
(08:28):
Mine turned into things that haunted me. From that point,
I went from an imaginative child in bad circumstances to
a solemn, drawn child who was frightened and afraid of
(08:55):
being outside and going into the world because I could
only see terror in the shadows, just constantly stalked by
these things in my waking dreams. The change was so
immediate that my parents noticed, particularly my mom. She would
(09:19):
sit me down and talk to me about this topic
and tell me this isn't real. You imagine your friends
they're they're just pretend. They're just in your head. You
can control them, you have all the power of them.
But it would never work. As time went on, and
(09:42):
as our situation got worse, I would frequently get upset
and angry with my sister and my parents, and I
would point my finger at them and say, if you
make me angry, the wall walkers will get you. Would
use them as threats. That's what they had become to me,
(10:04):
something so terrible that I could threaten people with them.
They would experience the same terror that I experienced having
a child change like this for your eyes and then
seeing him point at you and say that these things
are going to get you. My mom was rightfully a
(10:27):
kind of a praise, was terrified. Really, there's no understanding
of what's going on. A lot of things happened around
that point in my life. A lot of events happened
in confluence. My dad got into a car accident, a
(10:51):
really bad car accident. He ended up being prescribed to
pain medication that he became addicted to rest of his life.
That mixed with money problems and my sister leaving the
house and going to live with someone else, it was
a terrible time. It feels like all of that negativity,
(11:16):
all of that dark power, just colessed inside of my imagination.
But it wasn't just my imagination that played these events out.
There was things that happened in that apartment that brings
(11:36):
a new element to this situation with what I was imagining.
At night, when we would all be asleep, we would
hear the cabinet doors and the refrigerator door in the
kitchen open and slam shut. We would constantly hear movement
down our hallways. We would experience just constant banging in
(12:03):
the walls, scratching in the walls. No matter what we tried,
our house always accumulated flies, especially around the windows, but
also just in the house. We would fumigate, we would clean,
we'd do everything in our power to get rid of them,
(12:25):
but the flies would never go away, to the point
where at one juncture we had maggots crawling out from
underneath our carpet. These were not carpet beetle larvae. These
were like fly larvae. These were magots crawling out just
in mass, from underneath our carpet. And we had fumigated
(12:47):
this house so many times. There was no reason anything
but humans and dogs would be alive in this house.
There's just simply no reason. It was a strange environment.
It was a deeply disturbing one, and it feels like
what hung over that place just infected everyone who lived there.
(13:12):
You know. It was so bad that my sister used
to come up with ghost stories about my imaginary friends.
That's how terrifying this was. She would come up with
literal like ghost stories to scare her friends about the
things I would tell her that were going on in
my little, you know, imaginary world. I've had two very
(13:44):
visceral experiences in that place, relating to things I can't explain.
One of them was when I was very, very very young.
I didn't quite I understand how to lock doors. That's
how young I was. I didn't quite understand how the
mechanism on a door lock worked, so I couldn't lock
(14:07):
the doors myself. And I went into the bathroom and
I did my business, and I went to leave, and
I had closed the door behind me, and I found
I couldn't open the door. It was completely fast and shut.
I hadn't locked, it hadn't locked by accident. Frankly, I
don't think i'd even closed the door all the way,
(14:29):
but the door was completely sealed. I couldn't pull it.
I couldn't do anything. I was probably three, maybe four,
and I have vivid memories of just panicking, slamming my
fists on the door, just begging to be let out.
There was no one in my house. Everyone was at
a party down the way at a different apartment, so
(14:49):
I was totally alone. I had gone to use the
restroom just I couldn't get out. There was nobody there.
I just kept slamming on the door for an hour,
hour and a half until someone finally came to find
to me and let me out. That bathroom like was
a focal point for a lot of things. I don't
(15:10):
know why. I don't know what in particular about it,
but I was horrified to that bathroom. I had a
terrible experience right as I was starting to take showers
by myself. I had just gotten enough courage to close
the door and take my own showers by myself as
(15:32):
a kid. No, it's a a big growth point. Right
I was in the shower, I was washing my hair.
I was actually really enjoying myself. I was like, you know,
maybe maybe this is okay, Maybe it's okay to take
showers by myself. And I just felt frozen all the sudden.
I just felt cold, like the water was so hot.
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I kept the water so hot, but it just felt
freezing all of a sudden, there was just no heat
in the world for a minute, and I just had
this urge to look behind me. When I did, I
saw this white blur. I just looked at dead in
the eye. It was a mist figure, almost a white
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shadow that moved as if it was peeking in the
shower at me, and then immediately once I had noticed it,
flicked back. Being a kid at the time, I didn't
understand this. This did not compute. It's just too many
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things all aligning in that place, too many experiences, all correlating,
too many bad experiences, too many bad life events, and
all of it centered on me. That place hated me.
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That place wanted me to be miserable. Something there I
don't know if it was chewy or if it was
something else. Could have been many things, given how many
names I gave to things, how many faces I said
there were looking back at me for my own dreams.
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But something about that place just wanted me to join them,
wanted me to act as their voice, their conduit. Almost.
It felt like I felt like a bridge and they
exposed themselves to me and no one else. And that
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was probably the worst experiences of my life, all situated
in that one place. Pound for pound, I would say
that Phoenix, Arizona, and the surrounding areas are probably the
most paranormally active places in the United States. A lot
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of places claim that, a lot of places say they're
famous for that. I think Arizona's the real deal, because
not only do you have people who live there now
saying they have experiences, you have people going back a
thousand years with oral legend of experiences they've had in
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that place. Another experience I had was in my grandmother's house.
She maintained a room for her grandchildren to stay in.
When we were over, we had our own room. Basically,
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it was like a you know, if we lived there,
it would be our bedroom on the wall. She had
a couple of dolls, and I never had issues with these.
Usually I wasn't afraid of dolls. I had no problem
with dolls. But one night, as I was laying down
to go to sleep, I wasn't asleep yet. I've had
sleep process, so I can say with certainty that this
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wasn't sleep process. There is nothing like it. In sleep processes.
You can't move, You can't even blink, really, you can
only just stare at what's happening. I could move as
fully awake. I leaned up. They look up. The light
from outside the bedroom is casting in. It focuses on
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this one doll's face, and she looks down at me
and she says hello right to me, just in her
childlike tone. So clearly, so crisply, undeniably. I screamed. I
crawled out of that room. That's how scared I was.
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I crawled out and just ran into the living room.
I got right into my Granma's lap, and I refused
to go back in that room. It got to the
point where to even make me go anywhere near it,
they had to take the doll down and hide it.
I didn't want to know where it was, but I knew.
I knew exactly where they put it, because every time
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I walked past that room, I'd feel this sense of dread,
this sense of terror. I would always feel watched there,
And that's a pretty common feeling for people in many
parts of that city, in that state particularly, it's this
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constant feeling of being watched. I remember where you are.
If you go out into the mountains, you'll feel watched.
If you go out into the Superstition Mountains, I think
everyone who goes there reports feeling watched at some point.
Those places, it's a strange place. It's a strange place.
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Another experience I had that was actually at the same
house where I was living as a small kid. It
gets very hot in Phoenix. You know, everyone knows that.
So I was a boy and very young, so I
had no problems at all, just taking my clothes off
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and being cool. And one night I was sick and
tired of being hot, so I opened my window, close off,
laid out right next to it. In Phoenix, grass is
relatively uncommon because water is at a premium and grass
is extremely expensive to maintain, so people line their yards
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with rock instead, like a small small stone, small pebbles,
and they have a very distinctive noise when you walk
on them, a crunching sound, undeniable. And as I was
laying near my window, I hear that crunching sound walk
up next to me in this house. While I'm laying
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there in the window, I'm just petrified with fear, petrified.
I look out. There's nobody there, nobody complete, just the
empty desert night looking back at me. That's it. I
gather up the courage to move. I lift my hands up,
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I pulled down the window, pulled down the shade, and
just lay there like a log. And then I hear
the sounds of somebody walking away again, that crunching like
feet walking on the stones. Yeah, it's hard for me
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to It's hard for me to relive some of this.
I haven't really talked about it before. It's something I
bury deep because I don't necessarily consider myself a believer
in the paranormal. But on the other hand, with experiences
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like this, how do I deny it? I think I
just maintain a healthy, neutral perspective. But I hope by
telling this story, I can have solidarity with other people
who have experienced things at the worst parts of their
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lives as well, and maybe, just maybe they can find
some comfort in hearing someone else say that they aren't crazy,
that what they experienced happened. It can't be explained. There's
no way to speak around it, there's no way to
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move past it. It's just a part of you, and
that's okay. That's valid.
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