Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

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