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Afternoon? Middle of the day? Noonday sun? Here we go, people.
In Tombstone, AZ (where I spent the latter years of my childhood and most of my teenage years) my friends and I were in one of the mines (since shut down and boarded off) which goes underneath the Helldorado set.
If you walk through the mine it goes full circle and one day (we'd been down there several times over the past few weeks, and had even spent the night in the mouth of the mine) as we were joking around at the top of the stairs, I look down into the entrance (had a staircase down into the mine) and thought I saw movement at the bottom of the staircase...I shook it off but one of my friends happened to notice my face. A few minutes later, as our conversation and laughter continued, something at the bottom of the stairs got my attention. It was a man. In suspenders, no shirt, bald and dirty brown pants (maybe white at one time?) and he beckoned to us to "come on down" and at this point my friends all notice that I was just staring down the steps. They keep asking me what's up and I look at all them like they're crazy. I asked them if they saw the guy. He was standing RIGHT THERE at the bottom of the steps! For a few minutes he continues to beckon, all of my friends can't seem him and I'm feeling like I'm going crazy...we decide to leave, they practically have to drag me along...the man gets angrier and angrier and when I turned my eyes away and look back - he's gone. A few days later, after we got past feeling freaked out, we went back in there (don't ask me why) and when we get to the back of the mine, we can't go all away around anymore - it had caved in...
If we had "come on down" we may have been trapped by that cave-in...
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