As a resident of Maricopa for relatively a short time, I hadn’t heard of ghosts frequenting Maricopa. But being the curious person that I am, I went to “the experts” to find out if my city had any mysterious spiritual happenings, ghosts, or haunted areas. What was I thinking? Of course, all old towns have haunted houses and legends. Maricopa is no different. Patricia Brock, the Author of “Reflections of a Desert Town” shared with me her experience with “Haunted Maricopa”.
According to Ms. Brock, Maricopa’s haunted house was located just south of the railroad tracks near where the Red Business Barn is located today. In the 1880’s Perry Williams built a big rambling adobe house with a spacious wrap-around porch. Mr. Williams was the Donald Trump of that era. It seemed everything he touched turned to gold. Through the years, an abundance of bushes, trees, and assorted cacti grew to cast curious shadows. Strange noises could be heard coming from the house. Word was that a little old lady lived there and another said someone had died there. This was definitely, a place you wanted to stay away from. When the kids walked to school you had to pass by this fortress of doom! As Patricia and her friends approached the house, they would gradually ease out toward the road so they did not disturb anyone or anything that might be beyond those sentinels. They knew it would be death before dawn if they did. One dare devil of her troupe could not leave well enough alone and just had to show his bravery. He took a quick peek through the bushes…jumped back and screamed all the way to school. They never did find out what he saw. Maricopa’s Haunted House is no longer with us. It mysteriously disappeared in a burning rage of fire years ago.
Apparently, in the rural areas of the Arizona deserts there exists a more notorious legend. A long-time resident and the city’s Vice Mayor Brent Murphree told me about the evening he and a couple of young friends saw the “white lady” in the Santa Rosa Wash. Brent and his friends were hardly the first to see this “ghost”. Legend has it that during the time of Spanish influence in this region, a Spanish nobleman courted a commoner and who later bore him two children. Due to a family crisis, he was summoned back to Spain. Upon his return to America, the common woman was enraged to find that her lover had brought back a wife. Distraught over her situation, she drowned her two children in the river. Through the centuries, anytime the washes run, locals attest to seeing the “white lady” or “La Llorona” as Hispanics call her searching frantically in the waters for her poor, unfortunate children. Be careful where you go this Halloween. I hope the washes are not running!

