Crossing Borders a Glimpse of the Unknown

By Victor B. Jimenez

This book is about real experiences that I have experienced at least the first 25. The mysteries section are stories that were told to me.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Sep 11, 2020
• ISBN: 9781664129559

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Copyright © 2020 by Victor B. Jimenez.

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Rev. date: 09/11/2020

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CONTENTS

Preface

SECTION ONE: EXPERIENCES

The Tricycle

Three Shadows

The Black Dog

Three Knocks

Superstition Bonfire

Yaqui The Dog

The Black Car

Bigfoot?

The Cheerleader

The Flagpole

The Vibrating Boulder

The Horse And The Rider

My Grandsons’ Experience

Mystery Runner

The Neighbor

Chanting At The Hole In The Rock

Papago Shadow Person

The Dream

Father’s Pipe

Mother’s Slap

Tribal Drums

The Scan

The Mist

Cold Spot

Tunnel Dweller

SECTION TWO: MYSTERIES

The Lady In The Bonnet

Mother’s Wheelchair

My Brother’s Hunt With Friends

National Guardsman

Niece And The Old Man

Sister’s House

The Lady In The Veiled Hat

The Llorona

Uncle’s Giant

Mystery Dog

My Son’s Shadow Visitor

My Sister’s Rest Home Visit

Laughing Kids

Following Shadows

The Zoo Gift Shop

My Father’s Passing

Double Gates At Papago Park

Trucker’s Night Visitor

Mysterious Flames

Dad’s Hitcher

Restaurant Haunting

Strange Ball Of Light

String Of Lights

Banshee At Papago

Stories From A High School Friend

My Three-Year-Old Granddaughter

My Friend’s Visitor

The Cat Nicknamed Hitler

Ending Thoughts

PREFACE

Let me start by saying, in the short stories you are about to read, you will have your own opinion on what happened. These were my actual experiences. I will try to explain the occurrences that happened to me while growing up and sometimes still experience. I am not an author or a writer or, for that matter, an artist. I just thought there are people out there who would like to hear about stories like this.

It all started when I was twelve to fourteen years of age. I noticed things would appear, or I thought some smell would trigger my imagination. At the time, I didn’t know much about what was happening. It wasn’t until way later when I started to talk to people about what I had experienced. Some would tell me that it was creepy, and some would say that I had a gift. I had no idea what to think. There was a time when I didn’t tell anybody about what had happened because I didn’t want to be judged or feel that I was different.

After talking to friends and relatives, I was convinced to start writing some of the things I had experienced. Let me say that coming from a Hispanic background didn’t help growing up listening to folks. We used to listen to our parents scare us, hoping that we would listen to them, especially at night, so we would come in at a decent hour. I am middle-aged now, and every once in awhile, I still experience something I can’t explain.

I never know what or when some strange occurrence will happen. For some reason, now as an adult, when I experience something, it doesn’t scare me. I start to wonder how or if I can explain what had happened. Let’s say I will let you try to explain or figure out what happened and try to make sense of the occurrence. I hope you enjoy these short real stories that you are about to read. Remember to have an open mind. Many things lurk in the night and during the day, in dark places. Somebody somewhere experiences things that can’t be explained. Some people never have their stories told or have no one to listen to them without judgment until it happens. Then they hope someone hears and believes.

I will start to try to paint a picture of the area where I live. I will give you a perspective of my surroundings since some of my experiences have happened in my neighborhood. The neighborhood is called Victory Acres. I was told it got its name sometime after the war. It is also believed that the entire area was once an old Hohokam village back in the days before the area was settled. Growing up, I saw lots of archaeological diggings done before the 101 Interstate went through.

Victory acres is one of the oldest barrios in Arizona. There were no sidewalks and no streetlights, only cotton fields, grain fields, and empty lots in the area. There were still some dirt roads until the ’70s, when the city decided to annex it into Tempe from the county. The area was full of old houses and several empty lots throughout the neighborhood. Several of my friends and I knew shortcuts that we often use to get to school and the neighborhood store.

I grew up in a small two-bedroom adobe house with two elder sisters and one elder brother. None of the conveniences of the new homes like A/C, heaters, indoor restrooms, the things that we take for granted nowadays, since my father didn’t make very much money but provided everything we needed. He worked hard for the house and property. I still live behind my parents’ house, in a house I built on the same land.

Later in the book, I will talk about where some of the experiences took place. Some are in desert parks, while others are on hunting trips, and some in the town where I live. I never know where or when I will experience something, but no one thinks this