In the earlier part of this decade I worked as a Licensed Massage Therapist at a Day Spa in N. Phoenix. The Day Spa offered tanning, nail and skin care, and other run of the mill Spa amenities. It was housed in a very nondescript stucco strip mall that was probably fewer than 15 years old. One of the hairdressers kept complaining of getting ill there. She wanted the owners to check for asbestos. No one else was getting ill but her so the owners did not believe this to be an issue.
As it turns out, this lady thought that there was something else there besides asbestos. She believed the place to be haunted. The rest of us employees did not believe this at all. I have been in places --heck, I have lived in places-- that were haunted and have known pretty much from the get go that something was not right. This was not the case at the Day Spa.
A few weeks later this lady up and quit. She said she was getting too ill to stay. Before leaving she relayed a story to us about a trip she had taken to a psychic. The psychic told her that the Day Spa was located on what was sacred Indian ground. The psychic said that the spirit of an old Indian chief still remained in the building and he was very upset with the building being there. He didn't understand why it was there when it was clearly his land. He supposedly had a crush on one of the staff, a dark haired woman, but he didn't know how to get her attention. There were several of us working there with dark hair. I usually believe such tales but where I had not physical felt or experienced anything there I have to admit that I found this hard to believe. I had been there late at night by myself as well and never felt or experienced a single thing.
One morning soon after, I was sitting in my massage room sorting out my appointments for the day when I heard the small fountain I kept in there make a splashing noise. I got up to inspect and the water inside was moving. The fountain was not on. On the opposite side of the massage room was a Spray-On Tanning booth. The machine broke that morning and the inside was flooded with water. I helped the owner remove the water using buckets that we dumped into the sink in the restroom across the hall.
On a trip to dump the water in the restroom, I happened to glance up at the ceiling and see a fine mist billowing just above the door. I watched it for a few seconds. It appeared to be very vaporous in nature. At first I thought it may be coming from the Spray-On tan machine but the machine of course was broken. I looked away for a second and when I looked back it was gone. I scanned the ceiling area but there was nothing.
Later on in the day I had just finished up with a client and was heading to the sink to wash up. There was a woman collapsed and sweating on the floor. The owner of the salon was seated next to her with a cold compress on the woman's head. I asked what happened. Apparently the woman had gone in to a regular tanning bed and got very dizzy. She was headed to the restroom when she fainted in front of the restroom door. The place she collapsed? Right under where I saw the mist near the ceiling. The ambulance came and took her away.
The rest of the day passed without incident but I couldn't help but wonder if it really was that old Indian chief causing mischief to make himself known. Maybe the hairdresser wasn't as crazy as we all thought after all. I'll probably never know.