Tomorrow night, my friends and I will embark on a brave journey through desert, tumbleweeds and winding roads at a less than steady incline until we reach our final destination
Duhn-duhn-DUUHN
<a href=http://www.jeromegrandhotel.com>Jerome Grand Hotel</a>.
For those of you playing at home, I’ve been TERRIFIED of this place for as long as I can remember. First, a little background:
On the backside of the Mogollon rim lives a city nearly untouched by the years. Built over a century ago, Jerome Arizona was one of the largest mining towns ever constructed. Today, it is the largest ghost town in existance.
Over the years, four seperate hospitals were constructed in this town that, at its peak, was home to 50,000 Arizonans. Mostly miners and their families. The reason for the abundance of hospitals was clear. Mining is a dangerous business, and the medical technology was definately -not- what it is today. Alot of Black Lung, alot of severed limbs that gave way to gangrene and an influenza epidemic laid waste to many of the towns citizens.
The largest of all of these was the Verde Hospital. On the highest level of the mountain, the Verde Hospital looms over the entire city and from its windows, you can see for miles. It was also the most advanced medical center in Arizona for its time. There was a self-serve elevator installed in 1926, the first in the state, and all of their equipment was state of the art…for the time.
Verde Hospital remained open from 1927 until 1950. In 1950, Jerome no longer had enough locals to make much use of a fancy-schmancy hospital, it’s population having plummeted from 15,000 in the mid-20’s to less than 100 in 1955.
Verde Hospital stood unused and decaying for 44 long years.
Somewhere in the middle of those years, and after a long spook-story powwow, my dad and his buddies decided to break into the abandoned Verde Hospital. I love hearing my dad tell his Verde Hospital ghost stories, pausing in between each grisly detail… refusing to tell us what happened at the very crescendo of the event, only swearing that he would never, ever set foot in that building again.
So in 1994, after 44 years of reckless hippies breaking in to have the bejeezus scared out of them by the ghost of influenza past, Verde Hospital was renovated and re-opened as Jerome Grand Hotel.
I, personally, am the biggest namby-pamby crybaby WUSS when it comes to things that go bump in the night, outright refusing to accompany my dad and friends in exploring the lower decks of the Queen Mary the last time I was dragged on one of these dreaded excursions, so of course I’m the first one to get suckered into staying the night in this godawful hotel.
But! Since I’m gonna be shrieking while securely wrapped around some poor saps ankle for the night, has anyone been to Jerome, Arizona? Any fun/creepy/interesting stories for me? Any places on the mountain that you think would be of interest to myself and my far-too-brave companions?

