There's an Old West movie studio location in the Tucson Mountains that is nortoriously haunted.  Old Tucson Studios on Kinney Road.  The site was first constructed in the 40's  when a hollywood studio wanted to shoot a western starring John Wayne entitled "Arizona."  Hundreds of other films have been shot there, as well as TV series have also been in production at this famous Old West movie local. I got the opportunity to work at the park in the mid 90's and found out first hand, that this movie studio never shuts down production...The camera continue to roll even after the park has closed down for the evening.   There are several different sites at the park where you can find all sorts of paranormal activity:  The western store on main street is one local that had a false face on top of the building..But every night when closing the shop down...We would hear someone pacing across the top of the roof...You would also see someone pull the shades as though peering out on the false windows in front of the store.  The storage rooms door would open and close at request...None of the shops had air conditoning units! Several different employees would refuse to close at night in fear of seeing something unusal.  You'd catch black shadows walking down main street at any given time.  The High Chapparal movie set was riddled with voices and loud whispers of times past.  Doors would open and close...Objects would move across the floor as though someone or something was trying to get your attention.  Many a lost tourist who get caught at closing time wondering about the backlot at dusk, claim seeing figures walking about the fake graveyard.  That's when the park is closed. I had a really bad experience one night while walking back to the park operations building one night when the park hosted a private party. Several of us agreed to work late that evening. I had to walk back to the ops building by myself..As I neared the old church used in "Little House on the Prairie," I heard someone call my name...I thought it was a friend of mine that worked with me that night at the party... I spun around... No one there. Turned foward and saw what looked like a figure of a woman standing about 30 yards in front of me.  She was wearing what appeared to be late 1800's period clothing to me..I stopped.  I didn't recognize her.  This figure began walking toward me.  I thought it was someone who had gotten lost from the party,..So I asked...Can I help you?  Are you looking for the group in the private party?  As if it were sucked into a hole...The figure disapated into the ground.  I don't believe my feet could move fast enough that evening...I quit the next day after working there for 2 years.