When we first moved to Tuba City, dad, Sarah, and I lived in a trailer house provided by the school district at the far end of town. We lived right in front of the hills on a cul de sac. At night Sarah and I would freak out hearing foot prints in the hall when everyone else was asleep. We had been told that the trailer park was built over an old cemetery or burial grounds. We were certain that we were hearing ghosts in the night walking through our home. Dad tried to reassure us that it was just the heater making noises, but we felt differently.
~ Hannah Hamilton, daughter