Last year in July of 2008, I had decided to go on a trip to Arizona by myself. It was a personal adventure, and a way for me to learn how to be more independent (I have certain phobias, and this was suppose to help shock me into not fearing being alone). I chose the mystical land of Arizona, or maybe it chose me.
From the moment my plane landed in the 107 degree oven of Arizona, I felt at home. I felt like everything was as it was suppose to be, and I was enthralled with it all. Once set up at the hotel, I was ready to start sightseeing. I hit the streets of Old Scottsdale, and came upon a curious little galleria called the Ancient Arts Galleria. It was incredible in there, and I asked for permission to shoot pictures. The curators were very friendly, and allowed me to take pictures.
I finally noticed a basket filled with arrowheads. Well what is a trip to the Southwest without an arrowhead? Right, so I decided to buy one. I had begun to put my hand in the basket when one arrowhead in particular grabbed my attention. It had a broken tip, and the moment I touched it, it was as if I had been shocked. I picked it up in my right hand, and it felt alive like it was vibrating in my palm. I told the curator “I have to buy this one because it is singing in my hand.” He looked at me in a serious way, and I thought maybe he thought I was fruit loops or something. He walked over to the older curator, and told him what I said.
The older curator says “Give it to her,” and the younger curator bags it, and walks back to me. He looks me dead in the eye, and says “I cannot sell it to you because it is already yours,” and with that, he hands me the bagged arrowhead. I was taken aback, but thanked them both as I chatted with them a while longer, and then left.
During the entire trip, I kept that arrowhead with me, and felt safe in its presence. When the trip was over, I headed back to California with sadness in my heart. I had unpacked everything once at home, and had placed the arrowhead near my bedroom window. I had also placed a Zuni Fetish near the window, too. I was tired, and so after getting things straightened out, I fell fast asleep.
No sooner had I begun to drift off did I feel something was watching me. Something dark and disturbed, and quite frankly, something evil. I tried to get up, but it felt like something was holding me down. I then tried to scream, but again something was choking me! I began to envision a white light streaming all around me, my guardian angel, god and goddess above to hear my plight. It worked, and the presence left me.
Again, I tried to go back to sleep, and again with more intensity it struck. This time,I could hear what sounded like chanting in my ears, and I could feel a hand on my neck, my chest, and something spinning and spreading my legs. I was terrified because besides everything that was going on, I could tell that my cat on my bed was scared, too. I did the same protective light and invocation to my guardian angel, god, and goddess. The feeling of not being able to move or scream left me, and I jumped out of bed.
I ran to the kitchen, grabbed some water to drink, and a plate of honey. I went to the bedroom window, and separated the Zuni Fetish from the arrowhead, and then placed the plate of honey near the Zuni fetish. I said I was sorry for not feeding it, and giving it space. I proceeded to go back to sleep, and was not bothered for the rest of the night.
The next day, I did a four hour long smudging to rid my room, and house of any possible evil spirits. To this writing, I have not had anymore horrifying nights. Somehow, I think I may have appeased whatever angry spirit had followed me from Arizona. Only time will tell.
If others have had a similar experience, or know what went wrong for me, please share it with me.
Written by Renata R., Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com
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what a scary story!! i do wonder what followed you back. i do have a question to anyone, what is a zuni fetish? i do believe the native americans know more about the paranormal than we realize. thanks for your experience!!
i HAVE HAD A SIMILER EXPIRIANCE BUT IN MY DREAMS ,i FEEL LIKE I AM BEING HELD DOWN OR SOME ONE TRYING TO CHOKE ME BUT THEN I JUMP AWAKE.SO I DONT KNOW IF ITS A DREAM OR REAL BUT IT DEFINITLY FELT REAL!
I THinks It’s the zuni fetish
sounds like a bad case of sleep paralysis. Envisioning something that makes you feel safe (god, goddesses, angels, white light) simply relaxed your body and allowed you to come out of it.
“This time,I could hear what sounded like chanting in my ears, and I could feel a hand on my neck, my chest, and something spinning and spreading my legs.” are you sure that some1 wasnt in the bed with you?
I think the arrow choose to protect you (somehow) even if I don’t believe in that.
And the zuni fetish well… evil!? lol
i used to have dreams like this when I lived at a house in greeley, co near the college i attended. it was an old 7 bedroom house, and i lived in what used to be the “family” room. i would fall asleep, and would get that feeling like I was awake, but couldn’t move, or speak or scream. Then soon the dreams included a man who would watch me from the corner of the room, up near the ceiling. He would just watch me. I began to sleep in the living room because I felt something was there. After I moved out of that house, I’ve had those dreams maybe once or twice.
I cannot even begin to tell you how intolerant I think your entire story is.
You said you went to AZ to get rid of a Phobia? Was it a racist phobia directed to American Indians? I am curious. I have heard people afraid of many different races we call them racist and racist fears.. Wonder if you switched American Indian with Mexican American? Would that not seen as powerful of Story or claim?? or more racist?
You have got to be kidding. Is there no more reason to go to AZ than to pick on native americans. Wow, you are a little paranoid. How in the world did you read that into her story?
What? – She described what her phobia was – The fear of being alone. I have read through this thing twice and I do not understand where you saw anything racist come into it at all.
Sorry Caretaker maybe I took it wrong way but the thread itself is called Native American Chokehold. about Arrow head and a Zuni Fetish doll both I own I have frieds who own. I believe this person had sleep paralysis and assumed the big bad savage was out to kill or harm the OP. Why do American indians always come with these storys?
These people are very peaceful people Arraow heads was used mostly to kill for food.
Not different people. Zuni Fetish dolls are not evil either. It just sounded like that bad movie Triology of Terror to me. I have tons of Katchinas and Indian dolls none have ever attacked me. So I doubt an American Indian returned from the Grave to Choke hold you.
If I offended anyone by saying this sounded wrong I am sorry but there alot of factors involved and I dont think the leap to Native American Chokehold sat right with me.
When you put that much faith and energy into an inanimate object it is flurting very closely with full blown idolatry which would definately attract things that are in human and evil. Not sure what a zuni fetish is but it does no sound very Biblical. From these statements, I gather that you are not a Christian, which really does not matter anyway, anything that attracts evil will attract evil. The world that I live in would certainly guage an arrowhead that vibrated as something not to take home with you. As far as I know, I have never heard of a good spirit residing in an arrowhead a rock or any other inanimate object. On your next journey, seek God. That is what He wants you to do and you will be blessed beyond measure and all the issues that puzzle you will become clear and you will be able to discern between good and evil along the way.
“I have never heard of a good spirit residing in an arrowhead a rock or any other inanimate object” seriously? Then explain the Holy Grail. Or the shroud of turin?
Bottom line is there all kinds of stories like this that talks about American Indians being vengeful evil spirits coming back from the dead and haunting people. I think this is a type of Social Phobia that needs to be addressed,. Just because you have not seen a arrowhead that has a positive energy doesnt mean it has a negative one.
Idolatry is a word that is used to usually used to discribe the worship of any cult image, idea, or object, So there goes the Catholics,Pagans,and many other religions.
This is stereo typing and labeling and is not correct or proper. IMO.