Halloween isn’t just about ghosts and goblins—real estate has a way of throwing in its own tricks and treats, especially around this time of year.
Today, we’re diving into some eerie, real-life stories from the Arizona market, ones that even seasoned agents might hesitate to enter!
So grab your pumpkin spice lattes, turn the lights down, and settle in for some hair-raising tales that just might make you second-guess that next open house… if you dare!"⸻From haunted properties to mysterious buyers, www.THEGRANDONGROUP.com can guide you through the SCARY world of REAL ESTATE... We are true GHOSTBUSTERS.
Here's a spooky real estate story set in Prescott, Arizona—a place known for its old historic homes and eerie legends:
"The Haunted Keys of Prescott"
Years ago, I was helping a couple find their dream home in Prescott. They were looking for something with history, charm, and a view of the surrounding pines.
We eventually came across a beautiful Victorian-era home on the edge of town, just close enough to the Prescott National Forest. It had everything: classic charm, ornate architecture, and one of the best views in town.
The couple was enchanted—until they found out it had a “reputation.” Locals told us that the house had been owned by a family back in the 1920s. They say the father had mysteriously vanished one evening, and though the police never solved it, some folks whispered that he’d hidden a fortune somewhere in the house before he disappeared.
Since then, anyone who tried to buy the property didn’t stay long, claiming they felt an “unseen presence” that didn’t want them there. The couple was intrigued and decided to put in an offer anyway, hoping to turn it into a cozy family retreat.
Once the deal closed, My sister Stacey handed them the keys and wished them luck. A few weeks later, We got a frantic call from the couple. They were shaken up and insisted we come over.
When we arrived, they led me to the kitchen, where they had a dozen copies of the front door key scattered on the counter. The strange thing? They hadn’t made any duplicates, yet every morning when they woke up, a new key would appear. And these weren’t ordinary keys—they looked old, tarnished, and none of them quite matched the original. They had tried throwing them away, only to find even more of them the next day.
Then came the worst night. They woke up to a creaking sound coming from the hallway and found every single key lined up neatly along the floor, pointing toward their bedroom door. It was as if someone, or something, was sending them a message.
Needless to say, they called us the next morning and asked to list the house back on the market. To this day, we still hear whispers that the house is looking for the “right” owner, someone who will finally find whatever it is that Prescott’s old Victorian home has hidden away. Prescott, has a incredible history and your presence is welcome.
"The Desert Dweller in Cave Creek, Arizona"
A few years ago, I listed a beautiful old house on the outskirts of Cave Creek. It had character, a classic ranch-style beauty with rustic desert charm, wide windows overlooking the saguaros, and a view that stretched out to the mountains.
There was just one small catch; the house had been sitting on the market for years. No one seemed to know why. It looked perfect, it was priced right, and yet...no takers.
Finally, I decided to spend a night there to get a feel for the place and, hopefully, shake off any rumors that the house was "bad luck."
I arrived just before sunset, took a few last photos, and then settled in. The evening was quiet, just the occasional rustling of desert critters outside.
Around midnight, I heard what sounded like footsteps on the gravel outside, crunching, getting closer. I peered out but saw nothing. Thinking it was just an animal, I brushed it off, but when I turned back around, there were faint footprints on the tile floor that I definitely hadn’t made. I tried to ignore it and headed to bed, telling myself it was probably just some sand.
Then, around 3 AM, there was a knock at the front door. Just one slow, deliberate knock. I froze, waiting to see if it happened again. And it did, three times, each knock heavier than the last. I called out, "Who’s there?" but there was no answer, only silence.
When I finally worked up the courage to look through the peephole, there was no one there. But the eerie part? The footprints were back, leading right up to the door, and then vanishing.
I got out of there the next morning. I’ve since heard from neighbors that the house was once owned by a man who’d disappeared in the desert decades ago, his body never found. Some say he comes back around Halloween, just to make sure no one’s staying in his house. And as far as I know, that house is still sitting there on the market, waiting. If you’re brave enough to take a look.
The Grandon Group hopes you have an amazing HALLOWEEN. We are here for all of your REAL ESTATE needs.
Jason Grandon can be reached at 480-276-2954 or www.THEGRANDONGROUP.com
