A Spooky Encounter

I wrote this a few years ago for a website that I contribute different stories to.  Given the fact that it is only a few weeks until Halloween I thought it might be appropriate.  This is something that happened that I have no explanation for. 

“At the end of this past March, 2008, my sister, her boyfriend, my husband and I took a trip to Bisbee, Arizona for a weekend of camping. Bisbee was known as a mining town throughout the Southwest in the late 1800s. The Copper Queen mine opened up in the 1880s and the town became populated almost overnight with miners, saloon owners, and ladies of the evening. A lot of the original miner’s cabins are still standing and there are quite a few stone foundations left from the ones that have crumbled. These foundations dot the hillside like a rugged constellation.

In 1975 this mine closed for good ending an era that more often than not, contained three or more generations of people who had worked there. When the miners moved out, the artists and hippies moved in creating a laid-back, fun and historical place to visit and shop.

After an afternoon of sightseeing, the four of us returned to our campsite that was stationed directly to the left of the Copper Queen Mine. There are tours that still take place in this now defunct mine and to give you an idea of how close we were to the mine, we had to cut through the mine’s parking lot to get to our campsite. After enjoying s’mores and some music, we decided to all turn in for the night. My sister and her boyfriend slept in a tent, and my husband and I turned in to our camper. I had left the door unlocked just incase my sister and her boyfriend might need anything during the night. I often read before going to bed and did so this night before I started to get tired and decided to turn off the lights.

While waiting for sleep to come, I heard the camper door open and someone come in. I didn’t open my eyes assuming it was my sister’s boyfriend that had forgotten something inside. I heard the footsteps walk to the end of the camper, back again, and then the door opened and closed. It sounded like a man wearing heavy boots. I fell asleep and didn’t think much more about it.

In the morning I asked both my sister and her boyfriend what they had forgotten in the camper the night before. They both looked at me blankly and said that they both had gone right to sleep after turning in. I asked them if they were sure and they both said yes, they were sure. My husband is also the type that will fall asleep within 10 seconds of closing his eyes so he didn’t hear it either. So if everyone was asleep than who or what had walked through the camper? Could it have been the ghost of a miner that was checking us out? I have no idea. I do know that I was completely awake and I had not been drinking.

Another thing was that this ‘person’ did not turn on any lights. It was pitch black in there. They just walked in and walked out. I was expecting to hear a bag unzip but it was only the footsteps.  To this day I don’t know who it was that came in.”

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13 thoughts on “A Spooky Encounter

  1. I have heard that people who have experienced such a presence suggest that is a recurrence of bad dreams. However, real bad spirits are extremely rare and it’s more often your imagination, or a coincidence.

    Yes, nightmares suck; they don’t let me think straight through the whole day. I think this is common, the majority of us have these kind of dreams and nightmares…it took a while for mine to stop. When I have a nightmare I used to get up out of bed and just tell myself that it was just a dream.

  2. That would freak me out!!

    • Yes, it did freak me out the next day when my sister and her boyfriend both denied having ever come into the camper. Luckily I assumed it was her boyfriend because I think I would have been terrified otherwise at the time.

  3. That’s a bit scary, I admit. Nothing like that has ever happened to me (yet). I’ve always wondered what those kinds of dreams mean. Is our body trying to tell us something? The only dreams I’ve remembered for over a month now have been nightmares, and I’ve remembered them frequently (almost every night). So I know all about creepy dreams. 😦

    • Where I assumed it was my sister’s boyfriend I didn’t think too much about it, therefore it didn’t really freak me out until the next day when I asked about it. I’m quite certain I was awake though when it happened and I wasn’t dreaming.

      I’m sorry to hear that you have been having nightmares. I hope you can get to the bottom of that quickly. Thats not a nice thing to wake up to after. I will have one once in awhile and although I’m relieved to wake up, my heart is usually beating out of my chest and I’m sweating. It makes it a little hard to fall back to sleep after that.

  4. Very creepy!

  5. I almost moved to Bisbee in 1999, so I’ve been there several times, been on the Queen Mine tour. VERY creepy story. It must’ve been an old miner. What else?

    • I don’t know what else it could’ve been. Glad I didn’t know at the time. Ignorance can be bliss. LOL.

      What a cool place to live. What kept you from moving there? I also did the tour years ago.

  6. Creeeeeeeeepy!!! EEEEEEEK!!!

    • Yes, very creepy! Glad I didn’t open my eyes. I’m afraid to think of what I would’ve seen! Or maybe I would have been more frightened to look over and not see anything. It still sends shivers up my back. Brrr!

  7. Ha could have been an old miner looking for some silver or gold…great story!

    • Yes, it was really bizarre. I really thought my sister’s boyfriend (husband now) was pulling my leg. That was the first time I met him so I don’t think he would have kidded me like that.

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