Arizona stories.

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Part 2. These next ones are unrelated aside from taking place in the same town. These stories are about a house me and my friends would investigate.
> I was a freshmen in highschool at the time and it was a boring summer afternoon
> me, my brother, and our two friends decided to go into the woods and look for a supposively haunted house
> we knew what part of the woods the house is in we just didn't know where the exact location was.
> we of course get lost for about 4 hours while looking for it.
> As we're wandering aimlessly through the woods we hear a woman scream but it sounded like it was coming from all directions.
> This freaked us all out so we just started sprinting through the woods.
> As we're running away we stumble across the house
> It was beat down and just gave off an unsettling vibe.
> We do a quick walk through and get out of there. Nothing happened in that house the first time we visited but then again we wanted to leave right away before whatever was screaming found us.
> my brother climbed a tree and found the way back to town it only took us 18 minutes to get back which made us wonder how we even managed to get lost for 4 hours.
> However, on our back we heard the scream again except this time it was closer and coming from the direction of the house.
> We start running again but we're not as scared because we're only about 2 minutes away from the town
> We eventually make it back all in one piece and decide not to go back unless we have weapons.
I have one more story about this place that I will be posting soon. Pic related it's the house.

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Part 3. Here's the final story I have on the house probably the scariest experience for me yet.
> We decide to head back this time armed with knives. I know we should have brought guns but we could get any because the oldest in our group was 17 at the time.
> We don't get lost this time so we get to the house pretty quick.
> As we're entering the house I begin hearing voices. It sounded like little kids singing
> NOPE
> I ask my everyone if they can hear it too but they just assume I'm messing with them and tell me to knock it off.
> It stops after a few seconds but I know it wasn't my imagination. I swear on my life I heard voices at that house.
> We enter the house despite me telling them not to. This time a door is closed that we don't remember closing last time.
> We open the door and enter the room.
> The room was a mess and it wasn't from us. The floor was covered in papers with bible verses written on them. The walls had holes in it and the furniture had been knocked over.
> In the middle of all the chaos a single chair was in the middle of the room facing us with a book titled "We are not alone"
> we all decided to leave the house immediately.
The next part of the story will take place in a barn on the property. Then that will be the end of this story.

>>19303043
Where you at? Scottsdale? The greenery around the house says northern AZ to me, but that doesn't work with the 3rd pic scenery. Snowflake?

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Part 4. This is the final story I'm telling today guys but I'm sure there will be more eventually. I still visit this town a lot and I'm planning on camping there again this year. I'm not going to say where the town is located because it would be pretty easy to find out who I am if I did.
> As we're leaving my friend suggests we go into the barn and see if any things in there.
> we were hesitant at first but eventually give in to our curiosity and decide to check it out.
> as we get closer the wind picks up like crazy. Eventually all the windows slamming against the barn like there was a hurricane.
> this goes on for about 30 seconds then stops. But we can still hear something in the barn.
> we stop moving and listen to see what it was. It becomes clear that it's footsteps.
> someone or something was in that barn. My brother peeks in through one of the windows to see who it is but there was nothing. The entire barn was empty.
> we go in there to investigate more but we still don't find anything.
> my friend brings over a plastic bag he found on a shelf with a worried look on his face.
> he empties it on the floor and a bloody rubber glove falls out of it along with what looks like human hair.
> as we do this we hear footsteps outside of the barn now luckily they weren't near the exit so we make it out it time before whatever was out there found us.
> that was the last time we went back to that house.
That's my story. I'm planning on visiting the house again this summer but I'll be alone this time. I'll write another story if anything happens and thanks for reading this.

To clear a few things up. This is located near the tonto national forest. And only the 2nd picture is of the area I was in the rest are just ones that I found online.

>>19303116
Oooh, I was right the first time. Well, sort of. Scottsdale is adjoined to the SW corner of that "forest" (I love how they call acres of shrubbery a forest in AZ) and the park covers hundreds of square miles. It sounds like you were farther north, especially if you were actually surrounded by trees.

A note on the screaming. The first thought should always be fox, cougar, or bobcat. All three are native to AZ. Did it sound similar to these?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zk1mAd77Hr4
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pxo8X5uIWRE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MSyi9AK3gtw

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>>19302935
We get methheads like fuckin' crazy in my area. Not exactly spooky or supernatural but this was a year ago;
>Be me
>Middle of nowhere Apache Junction
>Sitting at home
>Little brother takes dog out for walk
>Comes back in immediately
>"There's a dude outside with a machete."
>Look out window
>Fucker is just standing there in cargo shorts with a machete, staring at the house
>Get my revolver
>Tell brother to call the cops
>Walk outside
>I didn't know what to say so I yelled something like
>"Fuck off yeah?"
>He stares at me
>Sees gun
>Drops his machete and bolts off into the night
>Nothing ever comes of it
I chalked it up to him being a junkie or some shit, but honestly I still don't know what was going on entirely
We still have the machete, pic related

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>>19302935

>>19302994
I'm the dumbfuck in the horror movie that just has to check out that scream.

Anyone in this thread ever been to Concho? It's a terryifing place.

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I can't remember much of the story, but my parents saw the Phoenix Lights themselves. It's a pretty common event, I know, but I'll try to retell it to the best of my ability from my father's end of it.
>be me, 26 years old
>driving around Tempe, close to Scottsdale
I can't really remember the exact city that my dad initially said he was in, it's been a while.
>wife's in the passenger seat, staring out the window.
>eventually perks up after a minute, gently nudging at me.
>"pull over, there's something up there, i swear!"
>oblige since wife's literally freaking out at this point, pull over to this strip mall that's been shut down for years essentially
>get out of the car, look up at the sky
>some of the stars are being blocked out, but it's an otherwise clear night
>shit bricks when the stars re-emerge from the dark area, and there are lights moving along with them
>"what is that anon?"
>hell if i know, just want to go home.
>usher wife back into truck, get the fuck out of there back to home.

I saw a spoon once.