This is it, the last of my spooky tales for the month. I will be going back to my regular Arizona adventure posts of hiking, beautiful creeks, lakes and whatever I come across out here in our state to share with you all. Thought you all would like something a little different when it comes to my Arizona adventure posts and it is the week of Halloween after all.
This haunting is right here in the middle of our city. It’s the Rosson house . A medical doctor and his family used to live here. It is such a beautiful home.When we went, again during the day, I did not know it was listed as a haunted house in the ghost hunting community.
Once again, I was taking a tour with my family just sharing with them my love of old things that my father passed down to me.
Since my son’s encounter at the old Globe courthouse I kept a close eye on him whenever we went out exploring old houses. These photos and stories are from years ago.He has that extra gut feeling that some in the family have. He is a sensitive child. My grandma had that extra intuition, along with my father, then me and now I recognize it in my son.
All those years back when we first visited this beautiful Victorian home, it was at the stairway where I first felt something and looking to my son I saw the hesitation in him to walk down those stairs as well. We were all headed to the next room on the tour. As soon as I felt that scary feeling I looked in my son’s direction and knew something was bothering him too.
I took his hand and finished the stairs with him. Something was spooking him and what ever it was he had felt it on those stairs. Our group was headed to a little room at the bottom of the stairs.
The room we were heading to was the doctor’s office where he saw his patients. I led my son back to the children’s room and away from the doctor’s office area.
I explained to my son that if something is scary to go somewhere where it isn’t. The children’s room was a happy place so that is where I took him. We stood there staring into the bright room filled with toys. I imagined the doctor’s kids up there giggling and playing together.
This is such a beautiful house, someone built this one with a lot of love. The detail in everything is amazing. I love all the built in shelves and wood everywhere.
A rich family lived here. Where most people had outhouses this family had an indoor bathroom. My grandfather who came here to the states in the 1930’s from Sweden had an outhouse. He lived out on that mountain I will share in my posts now and then with you all. That desert mountain I grew up on is one of my favorite places to share with others. When ever family would come out to visit us we would take them on hiking trips to that mountain.
Happy Halloween everyone. Watch those little ones out there trick or treating. Keep them close to you and have lots of yummy candy treats to share with everyone later. Stay safe out there and keep away from the spooky things. Just have fun exploring those old homes. Stay away from the dark things as my father used to warn.
Update on this story- when I originally wrote this up I brought up that scary feeling walking down the stairs not knowing any history on the place. Turns out there was a caretaker that was murdered just outside this home he was taking care of back in the 80’s. They say he haunts the place now and people hear his footsteps walking up and down the stairs. The room where the doctor saw his patients is right around the corner from the stairs. In that room is a door that leads outside. I wonder if that is where the caretaker was murdered as he closed up for the day. I discovered this story while looking up a link on the house for more information for you all to read. I don’t even know if this is a true story. You all know how easy it is to invent things up online. There are old archives in the huge library here in the city but I am not going to make myself dizzy scanning micro-fish all day looking up old newspaper articles from the 80’s. I rather make crafts in my free time. That little room in that doctor’s home was where he saw a lot of people who were sick and suffering. Not a very happy place at all, that could be reason enough for the yucky feeling most people feel around that room and stairway.