And A Ghost Will Follow You Home

In 2004, three friends and I headed from Tucson to Tombstone for the day, as two of my friends were from RAF in England and had never been there. It was also my first trip also.

After hitting a show, taking a picture where you dressed up in clothes from that era, we headed for a bite to eat. I think we ate the Long Horn's Restaurant. The four of us grubbed and after drinking lots and lots of ice tea, the only other female and I hit the bathrooms. The bathrooms were like regular bathrooms, two of them, each with their own separate room, including door, sink and toilet in one room. I took the one to my left. There was a weird sign on the wall in the bathroom, it struck me as odd, it read something along the lines of: If you don't wash your hands you can die!, and then proceeded to explain how a girl died of some disease. Of course I washed my hands, but when I did I had this overwhelming feeling like someone was watching me. I felt very claustrophobic, which is abnormal for me since I only get that feeling in large crowds. I shook off the feeling since the bathroom was small and cramped, and met back with my friends and we drove back to Tucson.

The next day, after returning home from work alone, I found my kitchen cabinets open, as well as my dishwasher. It was strange since my roommate at the time was staying somewhere else and nobody was there besides my dogs. All night long my dogs kept barking, their stares always in direction of the kitchen but they wouldn't step foot in there. Which was very weird, as this had never happened before, and the kitchen is where I kept their food and water.

This happened over the course of the week. The dogs would bark in the general vicinity of the kitchen and when I left the house I would return to find cabinets open and the dishwasher pulled down. Eventually the two guys in the RAF talked to some of their friends who were also stationed here in Tucson and in the RAF who went down to Tombstone the day after we did. (Due to the fact my friends gushed how cool it was). They had eaten at the same place we did and had struck up a conversation with their waitress about the restaurant wanting to know more about the history and the legendary ghosts. The waitress had told them how Morgan Earp (I believe if I can recall the story and history) had been shot on the roof of the building and that the women's bathroom was haunted. But not both of them, just the one on the left. I never got a full story on who the ghost was or anything about the ghost, but I am fairly certain that the ghost followed me home and vacationed with me a while and tried to make its presence known in my kitchen.

A few weeks after my trip to Tombstone I moved out of the apartment so I'm not really sure what happened to the ghost.

Maybe it went back home.