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Behind Every Cloud is a Kindred Spirit (BECKS)I lost my grandfather when I was 17. I had a VERY difficult time getting over it. How could I still communicate with him? I loved him so much I didn't think I could live without him. I read everything I could get my hands on to do with the "afterlife" and that started it all...the love of Ghost Hunting and the Paranormal. I have been researching the paranormal for over 30 years!! It is my way of staying in touch with my grandfather. Being a Ghost Hunter is not always as exciting as it seems on TV. Many nights I have sat in the dark and not a thing happened. BUT it is those times you DO get that one voice, that one unexplainable picture or have an experience that sends chills down your back that makes it sooo worth it all!!! My purpose of this blog is not to make people believe in ghosts but maybe to open their minds just a little bit... I LOVE this crazy thing called Ghost Hunting. It is as much a part of me as breathing. I am just a girl that refuses to accept we can't still contact our loved ones after they die. My grandfather won't let me.

4/05/2017

OLD GUN SLINGERS HAUNTING AMTRAK? SOME SAY A NASTY SPIRIT DOESN'T LIKE VISITORS



Wyatt Earp
A current Amtrak station nestled in the town of Tucson, Arizona, was once the scene of a western shoot-out back in 1882, when Wyatt Earp shot Frank Stillwell dead.  Stillwell, along with Ike Clanton, hid and waited at the depot.  Their plans?  To ambush the Earp clan while they accompanied Morgan Earp (the younger brother) on his way back to California for burial.  Instead, Stillwell was the one to meet with his end, as Wyatt shot him point-blank beneath his ribs.  Bystanders heard shots fired.  Several hours later Stillwell's body was found riddled with bullets.
Frank Stillwell

Today, Frank Stillwell is one of the more prominent ghosts thought to inhabit the railway station.  Along with the sound of gun-fire captured on EVP devices by various ghost hunting groups, Stillwell's apparition has been seen wandering near the depot's platform.

Security personal have witnessed many strange occurrences, including the ethereal screams of a woman in distress and the translucent image of a tattered man.  A waiter has also reported wine bottles that rise of their own accord, only to shatter as they fall onto the tile floors.  So why is this depot in Arizona so ghost inhabited???  Is it Frank Stillwell reeking havoc for being double-crossed in his plan of murder, or is this still the territory of the Earp's clan still "watching their backs"?

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