Three-hundred and seventy-five horses under the hood. We made sure all of them got a good run in on this trip. It was around midnight when we got back to our room--an even of playing DJ on an old jukebox in the oldest bar in Arizona, St. Elmo's. I released our rental car was parked in another lot down the street. I decided to move it to our hotel parking and drive it through the town at the appropriate speed limit.
My wife recorded it and a female spirit calls out my name. MIKE
Looking at the video I see a couple of faces in the window of a store that we are fast approaching. An easy debunk is pixel distortion. But this is a ghost town so who knows.
Two frames over and it changes to this.
The female voice is recognizable to me. A spirit named Sabrina. I wonder if she put her seatbelt on.
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