Haunted Town On A Hill

by Crystal Coons
May 7, 2003

We sat at dinner one late night in the city of Jerome. The Haunted Hamburger was our restaurant of choice. We sat outside on the patio on one of the higher streets where we could overlook not only the city, but the entire Verde Valley. As our food was served, the breeze picked up into a strong wind, flowing through my hair adding to the eerie yet enticing atmosphere that engulfs the city.

Charming and eerie are the words that come to mind when I think about Jerome. Jerome has always been a place that intrigued me.

The following day, after having no sleep the night before, having slept in what I believe was a haunted hotel room, we explored the main shops.

The main road in Jerome was filled with few tourists and many locals. Despite Jerome's "Stephen King Novel" feel, the community seemed close-knit. It seemed everyone knew everyone else. We were greeted by a smile everywhere we went.