Was it ever confirmed? No. Could he have killed in Arizona? Absolutely. I am here to convince you it could have happened. Keep your mind open, we are dealing with Bundy, after all. Anything is possible. I don’t have concrete proof, but no one will ever know how many more states he committed murder in. The times do line up and he killed girls in Colorado, Utah, Washington, Idaho, Oregon, and Florida. Utah is right above Arizona and Colorado is very close too, so why wouldn’t he also travel to Arizona?

The second map is the US in the 1970s. Both maps show how easy it would
have been to come into Arizona from the other states he was active in. Arizona has
miles of desert, and he could have buried girls never to be found again.
Looking at the chart, in 1974, he was in four states: Utah, Washington, Oregon,
and Idaho. Arizona is right there.

Here is a video I found: This person is wondering the same thing: If Bundy
ever was in AZ. Here again, no real proof, only the suggestion of him being in
Arizona.
This video has the author raising the same questions as I had. It really could
have happened. As a reminder, it was hard to track someone in the 70s. He could
have easily paid cash for gas as a lot of us did at that time. I believe this was why
he got away with murdering so many girls because it was so hard to track
someone. The 70s was also a time when we were raised to help others, which was
the downfall of the victims.

Next is a video and I provided the transcript to read. Three women claimed to have been chased by a well-dressed man in a cream-colored VW bug. Listen and see.

My mom was followed by a murderer, and this is that story.
All right so this story goes all the way back to the mid-1970s.
So, this is my mom’s junior year of high school.
Well it was the end of her junior year of high school, I guess I should say.
Actually, it was the start of her summer vacation.
It was a beautiful day so my mom, her sister, and her friend, decided to take a little day trip.
So, the three of them hop in the car and they’re off.
So, it takes them about two and a half hours to get there.
They’re listening to the radio, talking about things they wanna do for the summer, and eventually
they arrive at their destination, Oak Creek Canyon Park.
So, for context this trip and this entire story is all taking place in Northern Arizona.
The park they’re at sits in the middle of Coconino National Forest.
So, one of the main reasons they wanted to go to this park is because it’s absolutely gorgeous over there. There’s trees, mountains…
One of the things they notice when they get there is that it is very open.
Almost too open.  So, they park their car in a small parking lot and they start scoping out an area for them to hang out.  They end up plopping down at a small pond
by the park with plans to just hang out for a few hours.  They had bought some food, they were maybe gonna do a picnic.  They didn’t really know, other than the fact
that they were just enjoying, that summer had just begun.
I feel like it’s important to mention that my mom has been to this park before.
She’s been there a few times with some friends and what not.  But it was very empty that day.
Which was strange for such a nice day. Anyway, so there they are just hanging out,
when suddenly my mom notices a man across the pond. A couple minutes go by and my mom is sitting there trying to stay engaged in the conversation with her sister, when she stares back across the pond. The man is still standing there.
He’s staring at them, rubbing his chin thoughtfully like, I see you.
Obviously, my mom’s first thought is, “what they hell is this guy doing out here by himself?”
and “why is he staring at us like that?” Trying her best not to stare back she does a few quick glances at best and she notices his clothes. He’s really well dressed.
Which is just another weird detail that didn’t seem to add up to my mom.
“We should just move to another area. “I’m getting really creeped out”, she thought to herself.
After deciding that the situation isn’t normal, she gets the attention
of her sister and her friend, pointing at the man staring
at them across the pond. They tell her she’s overthinking it
and she’s just being crazy. He’s probably there just enjoying
the park like anyone else would. It is a public park after all.
And you know they were probably right. People are allowed to be outside.
People are allowed to go to public parks. Whatever. Still feeling uneasy, my mom tries her best
to go back to just enjoying her day. Out of the corner of her eye,
she notices a slight movement. Instantly her eyes dart back across the pond.
The man isn’t there anymore. Suddenly she catches sight of the man.
He’s walking along the edge of the pond, headed their direction.
The scariest part, he was walking with intention. He was walking toward them.
And to my mom, that was it. So as to not escalate the situation
any further, because my mom had no idea what was going to happen, my mom
softly but sternly pointed out the man walking across the pond.
Finally, they all agree that something wasn’t right about this situation,
and that they should move, now. As quickly and quietly as they could,
they gathered their things and headed back to the car.
All the while, my mom is sneaking glances at him. He was still there, walking with an even
quicker pace than he was before. Closing in on where they had just been seconds before.
My mom will say to this day, she had the worst feeling in the pit of her stomach.
She was practically hyperventilating. Out of fear, instinct, caution,
whatever you wanna call it, my mom picks up a rock on the way to the car.
They reach the car; they throw their stuff in the trunk and they pile in.
My mom is hunched over in the back seat clutching the rock for dear life.
She peaks out the back window as the car starts.
She doesn’t see him. Wherever he was, they needed to get outta there.
With the tires practically squealing out of the parking lot, they race
down the same road they drove in on. At this point, everyone’s eyes
are glued to the rearview mirror. “So that was weird,” my mom thought to herself.
Rock in hand, my mom was definitely shaken up.
My mom’s sister, the one who was driving the car, quickly looks in the rearview mirror,
and she says, “oh my god look.” The energy in the air, they felt cold.
They just felt wrong. Slowly my mom peers out the back window one more time.
To her horror, she sees a car emerging from the same parking lot, following them.
She’ll never forget the feeling of watching a yellowish, cream-colored, Volkswagen Beetle
slowly gaining ground on them.
Now, everyone was truly terrified. What did this person want?
Why was he following them? All my mom knew was this person is evil.
She could feel it. Her sister floors the gas peddle,
and luckily, they were able to maintain a distance between themselves and this man.
Eventually they get to a gas station, and they pull over to what they hope is safety.
To their surprise, and ultimately their relief, the man drives right by them.
My mom, my mom’s sister and her friend, they were all really unsettled by the whole thing.
Now, you’re probably wondering why I just told you that story, please don’t go anywhere.
I’m about to explain the craziest part. So about 15 years go by.
My mom’s just at home, minding her own business watching the news, when she sees
that convicted serial killer Ted Bundy is about to be sentenced to death.
She’s watching the news learning more about this man, and she learns that he was well dressed,
he drove a yellow, cream-colored Volkswagen Beetle, and he committed several murders in Colorado. Which is right about Arizona.
And as she’s watching the news, the phone rings. My mom’s sister, my aunt who was with her
when this happened all those years ago, is watching the same broadcast when she calls my mom.
And without even saying hello, the very first thing my aunt says is,
“Do you think it was him?” And without missing a beat, my mom slowly says,
“I know it was him.”

Now, I know you might be thinking that Ted didn’t chase his victims, but he
did chase Carol DaRonch after she got away so he could have done that. So, he
was not above chasing his victims.

There are many missing girls from Ted Bundy’s timeline, and we may never
know if he killed them or not. There are several missing girls from this timeline in
Arizona. The ones that stick out for me are 2 sisters that went missing in 1974. If
you check the timeline, you can see he was active in all states in 1974. He could
have easily come down to Arizona and tricked those girls in his car. He could have
had another car he was using too.
The first two are sisters who both went missing on July 31st, 1974. They
were 13 and 15 years old. Bundy was very active during 1974 and is confirmed to
have murdered two young women near Seattle. Two weeks later the two Arizona
girls go missing. Could he be responsible? And why would he have traveled that
far? Well, Bundy had moved to Utah for law school during this time, which is a
state above Arizona, why wouldn’t he also travel to Arizona?

The third unsolved Arizona missing female went missing on February 17, 1975. She was a beautiful 22-year-old woman, Bundy’s type. Bundy has a known murder in January of that year, and March, but February is missing. Again, the times line up. (I will find info on this third girl and hand it over to Jessica to cover.)

Here is the story of the missing sisters:

On July 31st, 1974, Cindy Leslie, 15 and Jackie Leslie, 13 disappeared from
Mesa, Arizona. They were both born to parents, Jack, and Erma Leslie. Cindy
Leslie was born on February 1st, 1959, and Jackie Leslie on February 15th, 1961.
Cindy was 5’6 and 109 pounds with brown hair and blue eyes. Jackie had brown
hair and blue eyes and was 110 pounds at 5’4.

Their parents, Jack, and Erma Leslie had been at church and their
grandmother was home at the time the girls left. She later told police, Cynthia had
received a phone call just before leaving, wrote a note to her parents, and left with
Jackie. That warm July evening, the two girls were seen walking down Baseline
Road away from their home at the Desert Sands Mobile Home Park, near the
intersection at Sossaman Road. They had left a note for their parents saying they
were going to babysit at the “same place,” referencing a family’s home where they
had babysat before.

Erma later learned that the girls had planned on going to a party about three
blocks from their residence on Power Road. Cynthia wanted to see a boy that her
parents had forbidden her to see. It is not clear if they ever arrived at the party.
Some who attended said they never arrived; others who went said they did attend.
That evening when the girls didn’t arrive home. Erma worriedly slept on the
couch waiting for them.
Remember this was a time before cell phones, GPS, and the Internet. The
only means they had was to either leave a note or call on a landline. They lived at a

time when Phoenix and the surrounding areas were still quite rural. You could
smell the sweet orange blossoms drifting from the acres of orchards; families still
sat outside their homes chatting and backyard barbecues brought families together.
At that time Phoenix was still safe and no one worried about their daughters being
out.
The girls left a note that they were going to go babysit. The girls were seen
walking down Baseline Road away from their house. This was the last time they
would be seen. Back in 1974, it was a remote desert surrounded by cotton fields
and orange groves. Police searched the area, but no evidence of the girls was ever
found.
It was a time when kids could run around outside, and parents weren’t
concerned about murderers wandering the streets preying upon their children.

Or at least that was the perception.
At the time of the girl’s disappearance, the Leslie family was new to the
desert mobile home community. They had moved from Page, Arizona, about four
hours north. Jack Leslie, their father, had terminal lung cancer so they moved to be
closer to his doctors but sadly, Jack passed away seven months after his daughters
disappeared.

Erma says the girls would have never left during their father’s illness as they were
very close. Forty-four years later, the girls’ mother Erma Leslie, and their sister
continue the search despite the lack of evidence and the amount of time passed. “I
was sure that they would call me and tell me to come and get them,” Erma said.
“But it didn’t happen. It still hasn’t happened.”
As deputies ran out of theories and leads, Erma took charge. She brought fliers to
sheriff’s departments in Arizona and southern California.
Desperate for answers, she visited a psychic in the Los Angeles area who told her
at the time the girls were alive and near water, so she drove up the California coast
looking for them.
She received an anonymous phone call from Casa Grande from someone who said
Cindy and Jackie were on a train that was going to go through Douglas, Arizona.
Erma and Linda drove there and searched the train, but didn’t find anything.