Thunder reverberated through the ancient stone castle rattling pane glass. Tracy couldn't sleep through the racket of the summer storm. Highland tempests were strong and fierce but quickly spent, and the land would explode in color following in the passing storm's path. Pushing back the heavy quilts, she managed to pull herself out of her warm cocoon, heading to the bathroom. A modern convenience Tracy insisted on being built in the 15th-century monstrosity she called home.
It was a perfect spring day—clear blue skies with a slight breeze, carrying whiffs of orange on the tantalizing wind. Tammy stood at the top of the jagged cliff overseeing clear turquoise waves rolling gently across the ocean surface before kissing the cliff’s base below. Every year for the last twenty years on the same spring day the seventh of May, Tammy came back to this spot.
I love Arizona, especially the desert. There is something almost mysterious and magical about the desert. The desert isn't tame as people think or want to believe as run-ins with wild critters have reminded me.
Social distancing has been challenging for me but, not because I miss the socializing or visiting people. I want to see my family more definitely, but this virus shutdown has been difficult because I can’t go exploring any haunted locations. I love haunted and mysterious sites with history and I miss that being in lockdown. So, I have been making a bucket list of haunted places in Arizona, I want to visit once I can leave my house again.
Darkness spreads its wings across the heavens blotting out the setting sun. Thunder rolls in the distance announcing the oncoming storm as the wind rises, thrashing a stately oak tree.
I have experienced some very painful and difficult times in my long life. My ex was a verbally abusive alcoholic that abandoned me and his two teenage sons. I had no money, no job, no home, and no car. If Wayne, a friend hadn’t stepped in to help, I’m not sure where we would have ended up. As it was, I had to put my baby Donna down. Donna was a pure-bred Rottweiler born and bred in Germany. I’m not a dog person, but my ex Jim brought her home from Germany and handed her to me saying she was mine.