One week ago, today, Marcus and I had the pleasure of going on a little day trip to Jerome, Arizona with Lauren, Ted, Sierra, and Ty. Jerome is a charming little town with a population just large enough to staff the cute shops that line the tiny, European style streets.
Sounds quaint, right?
Well, there's something you should know about Jerome.
It's haunted.
Don't believe me?
Take a look for yourself:
Marcus was in the restroom behind this wall when he heard the scream of a woman.
Okay, okay, so some of these might just be slow shutter speeds, light flares, wooden figurines, and rusty pipes, but please tell me how these men showed up in my picture, because I'm still baffled.
Lauren, Ted, Ty, and Sierra were all in this little general store, as Marcus and I snapped a picture.
The street was empty. These men never passed us. Never. Neither of us ever saw anyone in the street as I took this picture, I lowered my phone to look at the picture and saw two figures on the screen, I looked up to see where they were. Nowhere. There was NO ONE THERE!
This little experience made me a believer in the Haunted nature of Jerome.
