Art Bell’s Ghost to Ghost AM (1993) blends chilling paranormal accounts—from the "lady in red" haunting Nevada’s Mizpah Hotel Casino, tied to an 1870s murder, to a caller’s duck-like quacking broadcast glitches. A Marine claims his deceased father pulled him from WWII’s Pacific War, while a Spokane woman saw her miner husband in a rearview mirror before his fatal accident. Callers describe precognitive dreams, unexplained footsteps, and a Taiwan bed moving violently like ocean waves. Uncle Joe’s visions of relatives’ deaths align with Joyce Button’s Native spiritual warnings, and a Mesa camper felt a presence near Rainbow Bridge. Bell underscores the eerie credibility of these stories, suggesting spirits linger due to trauma or unresolved ties, leaving listeners questioning the boundaries between life, death, and the unexplained. [Automatically generated summary]
And this is as close as we get with this program, and it's going to kind of be a little touch of, I suppose, some Avarian 2000.
What we do here on special occasions, we, every now and then, turn away from the news, whatever it happens to be.
And it's not much this morning anyway.
For now, we're going to delve into a whole different world and one that I want to warn some of you is going to frighten you.
And there are people who become upset by discussions involving the paranormal and ghosts.
And if you are one of those people, I urge you right now to turn your radio off.
Go watch TV or something.
Listen to somebody else's radio program.
Because this morning we're going off into a complete different world.
And I've got a couple of setup pieces this morning that I think you'll enjoy.
This story from the Associated Press, its dayline Capitol Hill, with its 200-year history, it's not surprising that the United States Capitol building is the scene of many a ghost story.
Clarence Brown, president of the U.S. Capitol Historical Society and a former congressman himself, says, over the past two centuries, both the bold and the faint-hearted claim to have seen or heard spirits at the Capitol.
There is the story of the demon Black Cat, reported over the years by more than one guard.
There is the sighting of former President-turned Congressman John Quincy Adams, who died near the floor of the old House chamber in 1848.
And there are those who smelled baking bread from the Capitol basement long after Union forces ceased using a secret tunnel as a Civil War bakery.
Then there's this Touch of Nevada story for you that I found particularly fascinating.
It comes from a newspaper that you probably don't read that we get in a little town where I live called Pahrump, Nevada.
It's a little newspaper called the Gateway Gazette.
It's the Thursday, October 28th edition.
And the story is by Dave Downing, who is a Gazette staff writer, and it's entitled The Ghosts of the Mizpah Hotel.
About two months ago, I bellied up to the bar at one of my favorite watering holes, the Mizpah Hotel Casino in Tonopah.
My son had come up from Las Vegas to visit, and we were having a late-night drink.
It was about one in the morning.
You see, about one in the morning.
These are the times, ladies and gentlemen, where these things occur.
A fellow, I would guess to be in his 40s, came up from behind us, sat at the bar next to me.
I glanced at him, seeing a dozen or two tattoos on his arm, decided to avoid a conversation.
I heard him order a beer.
When the beer arrived, he upended the bottle, guzzled down a slug.
The bottle hit the bar with a whack, and he looked at me and said, boy, that's a hell of a hologram they've got in the elevator.
Huh?
The elevator, he said.
I've never been there before.
They've got an incredible hologram in there.
I don't understand, he said, oh, I thought you were a local.
The Ms. Paw has a hologram of a beautiful woman dressed in old-fashioned clothing.
It's in the elevator, man.
It does look real.
I told him that I'm a local.
I also asked him, told him there's no hologram in the elevator.
He looked at me strangely, drank his beer, and left.
A few minutes later, he returned to the bar.
He looked upset.
You're right, he exclaimed.
There is nothing in the elevator.
He walked back toward the elevator, and I never saw him again.
Had the lady in red appeared again.
There are many strange tales from the hallowed wean halls of the Mizpah.
The most popular tale involves the murder of a pretty young lady on the fifth floor of the hotel.
She was a lady of the evening and became involved in a love triangle.
That's according to the assistant manager now of the Mizpah, Sue Harmon.
She was caught with another man by the man who was madly in love with her.
He stabbed her to death.
According to Harmon, there have been many sightings of the lady in red.
She resides on the fifth floor, but she'll wander all over the hotel.
She loves to pull pranks.
She's the one that causes the keynote board to light up.
Wait till you hear this.
Many employees and visitors to the Mizpah claim they've seen the keynote board begin to flash numbers as if a game were in progress.
The keynote boards at the Mizpah haven't been connected to an electrical source for years.
Many claim she can be heard at night, moaning and walking about the floors.
She's been known to carry on a conversation with people.
We'll only later find out no one is there.
Sharon Mitchell of Round Mountain relates a story about the lady in red that occurred to her son Stuart when he was working at the hotel during its reconstruction in the late 70s.
Sharon was a dealer and a pit boss for the Mizpah at the time.
Two of my sons worked after school at the Mizpah, helping to remove walls and do general construction work.
Stuart was 14 or 15 years old at the time.
One night Stewart was unusually quiet on the way home.
I asked him if he was feeling okay, but he said something weird had happened during work.
Stewart told his mother, I was working down in the basement tearing out a wall.
There was a woman with me.
She asked me what I was doing, and I told her I was taking the wall down.
She told me she didn't want the wall taken out.
I asked her who she was, and she said, I live here, and I don't want that wall taken down.
Stewart went to get his boss.
When they returned, the lady was, of course, no longer there.
Sharon told her son that it didn't seem much to be upset about.
Stewart responded, but, mom, it isn't Halloween, but she was dressed in a costume.
According to Sharon, her son then described the lady as wearing a long dress with a bustle that looked like turn-of-the-century clothing.
He was very upset.
Mitchell said she really didn't believe in ghosts, but if they exist anywhere, they're at the Ms. Paul.
Pat Dennis, a former Ms. Paul waitress, is one who has personally seen the keynote board begin to light up.
I don't know for a fact that the keynote board isn't connected to an electrical source, so I can't really say that the lady in red is involved.
Who knows?
Maybe they left a wire or two connected to some source by accident.
Denna says she's heard that the lady in red will steal guests' shoes, but only if the shoes are red.
George Tule, a former slot mechanic for the Ms. Baw, has seen that board light up the keynote board.
It would start playing a game.
Usually, it would happen during the graveyard shift.
All of a sudden, the numbers would start lighting up as if a game were being played.
You'd get about 20 numbers.
They'd stay up for a while, then all go out.
It happened three times one night.
He added that the controls for the keynote board, get this, were removed in 1979 when the hotel underwent reconstruction.
There are no controls for the board, he said.
Waitress Linda Evans has had direct experiences with the lady in red.
She's always been kind to me, but she doesn't like men, she said.
Evans tells a tale of horror involving her son and grandson.
Her son was 26, the grandson 13 at the time.
I was in the employee's section resting.
I'd had only two hours' sleep, and I was exhausted.
My son and grandson arrived, and I opened the door for them.
They just stood there staring beyond me.
They looked as if they were in a trance.
I asked them if they were coming in.
They just stood and stared.
I finally turned around and looked behind me, but I didn't see anything.
I turned back to them and my grandson said, that's the first time I ever saw a person without a head.
The boy told her they saw a woman dressed in red walk across the room and through a wall.
She was holding her head in her hands.
They both said they saw the same thing.
He also tells a story of a band that had been contracted by the Mizpah.
They heard stories about the lady in red decided to hold a party in their room.
During the party, they began asking for her, a sort of seance.
The lady not only appeared to them, but bothered them for the rest of the week.
She wouldn't leave them alone.
There are other stories about different ghosts in the Mizpah.
Jean Heidman, Ms. Paw desk clerk, tells about a woman from Las Vegas that had a room on the fifth floor.
She woke up and saw a man at the foot of her bed.
She began screaming, made quite a bit of racket.
Next morning, while she was checking out, she apologized for making such a scene.
She explained to me that it was the worst and most realistic nightmare she'd ever had.
She went to the Pittman room, that's the Pittman room, for breakfast.
She was drinking coffee, glanced at the pictures on the wall.
Suddenly, she dropped her coffee cup and began screaming again, that's him.
That's the man.
She was looking at a picture of Senator He Pittman.
According to Gene Bridges, a former waitress that Nizpaw used to have a security guard named Otis, Otis was a huge man that others would be afraid of, big macho type.
Bridges and others told how Otis was scared to death of the fifth floor.
He would refuse to go up there without someone with him.
At some time in his Mizpah career, he had gone to the fifth floor room because of a loud party.
And that's where he saw her.
And I'm going to stop there.
There's more.
But that's a little tale of what's going on here in Nevada.
And at one of the brothels in Perump, Nevada, the locals and everybody there has known for a very long time, there is a ghost.
Now, I guess Nevada is a likely candidate for this sort of thing.
I don't know why our history, some of it in the past, violent.
And that brings me to why so many ghosts appear, or so many spirits appear to remain here on this world.
I think they can't go anywhere else.
Frequently, when a death is unexpected, early, violent, when there's something utterly unsatisfied here on earth, unrequited love frequently will bring a spirit that seems to stay.
Other reasons.
I don't know it all.
I just know that I've heard the stories and this morning you're going to hear them.
That's what we're going to do.
We're going to talk about ghosts.
Alter guys.
Spirits.
And one of the reasons that I've found this topic through my life so fascinating, and I always return to it, is because for a very long time I've been on a search, a hard search, for some sort of proof of life after death.
Now, obviously, if spirits are remaining on earth or here at all, that means there is some sort of life after death.
This may be an aberration.
It may be, but nevertheless, it certainly is, you must admit, an indication that there is something that comes after.
So, if you have a ghost story for us this morning, a real ghost story, if you're seeing a ghost or being bothered by one now, we want to hear from you.
And that's a little taste to get you started.
i now await your story and we'll be right back Thank you.
All right, if you're ready, I think I am.
And if it starts to get scary enough, I will extinguish my lights and sort of get in the spirit of things.
This story revolves around a historical building in the town of Provincetown, Massachusetts, which is a town that's out on the very tip of Cape Cod.
A number of years ago, this is going back about 20 years ago, my uncle was a former California contractor, a builder, who took a job as a caretaker in this building called the Provincetown Inn.
They would be watching a hockey game, and his wife would be cooking some spaghetti sauce in the kitchen, and they'd be watching together.
She'd come out, and she'd leave the wooden spoon in the pot, and they'd hear this clatter in the kitchen, and they both run out there, and the spoon would be across the room, and spaghetti sauce would be all over the place.
And then they began hearing footsteps in the upper story of the inn at all hours of the day and night, and would rush upstairs to see who was there, because this was generally in the offseason when they didn't have any people renting rooms and so forth.
And there was never anyone there.
And on one occasion, they had some footsteps who were wandering around, and he got his gun off the rack above the hearth, and the stairs were coming down of the wall just on the other side of the living room, and there was a door in the entryway that was at the bottom of the stairs, and this separated the stairwell from where they were watching television.
And as the footsteps came down the stairs, he said to his wife, as soon as the footsteps get to the bottom, open the door, and I'll be ready with the gun.
And she opened the door, and there was no one there.
And so we began hearing stories about this.
My family and I lived near Springfield, Massachusetts at the time.
And so my brother and I, who were big fans of a television program with Gary Collins, it was called The Sixth Sense or something.
That was about the time that this was going on.
And we were all hyped up on this paranormal activity.
And so we decided we were going to go there with our cameras and try and get pictures of ghosts and this kind of stuff.
And we had some really frightening experiences.
We began watching my uncle and his wife as they were using a Ouija board, which has the letters of the alphabet and a number of numbers.
Yes and no and this kind of thing.
And it turned out that leading up to this particular weekend, my brother and I were there.
They had actually done some historical research in the archives in Boston and other places to try and find out about the history of the building.
And they found, among other things, that in the 1870s, Provincetown had been a big whaling village.
There was a lot of whaling going on up and down the eastern seaboard.
And on one occasion, one of these whaling vessels had run aground on the sandbars off of Provincetown in a major storm, and a number of people had been killed.
Well, the lumber that was salvaged from the wreck of the ship was used to build the Provincetown Inn.
Another place where there are a lot of stories of ghosts and spirits, of course, is New England.
Now I guess you could once again suggest that the older areas, the first settled areas in this country, those up in New England, would be likely settings for such things.
And of course, Europe, where society is quite a bit older than ours, and a lot of buildings are quite a bit older than ours, with a lot of history behind them, seem to be troubled by this sort of thing frequently as well.
Again, the reason I find all of this so utterly fascinating is that obviously any proof of ghosts, any confirmation of spirits is in effect confirmation of life after death.
And I know that many of us, not just me, are totally fascinated by that possibility.
So that was a good setup call for what we're going to be doing this morning.
I guess you've got the idea.
If you've got a story, you know what the numbers are.
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We'll be back with more.
From the Kingdom of Nine, this is a special replay of Coast to Coast AM with Art Bell.
Tonight's program is a rebroadcast from October 30th, 1993.
Join Art live Monday night with his annual Ghost to Ghost AM show.
The real sensation of something or somebody, and you quickly look out the curtain and no one's there.
You quickly lather off and everything.
You say, but I know I did.
But here again, oh well, I guess it's my mind.
Well, everyone was experiencing these things, but no one told anybody.
I didn't for the specific purpose.
I didn't want to scare the children.
They didn't tell me, thinking, as a child, think that if they told me, it would come true.
The one day that we found out that everybody knew was when I was reprimanding my son, and he was very distracted and agitated, and I thought he was being disrespectful.
So as I started to correct him even more, he finally said, no, Mom, it's not you.
I saw something.
And that's when the flood of everybody, yes, I saw it too, and I heard this, and I saw that.
And I thought, I mean, you would hear someone jumping on the bed, and I'd go to look, and nobody was there.
Another night I was home alone, and I was very agitated, and I couldn't read.
I couldn't sit down, I couldn't watch TV.
And so finally, I sat down and looked at a picture book, one of the children's picture books, and I had this overwhelming sense that someone was looking at me.
When they came home, they saw two footprints of mud.
And my son put his feet in there, and the angle that it was, whatever it was, was staring at me.
That's why I was so agitated.
So these things just started accelerating.
When the thing found out that we knew, it started manifesting itself in the form of a shadow.
And I'm talking about at 12 noontime.
The children saw it first, and they became just crumpled.
That's the kind of thing that does it, and that's the kind of thing that is so frequent.
When you hear these stories, it comes again and again.
Somebody who's passed away, somebody who's passed away without leaving a message or finishing something that was so important in their life that it couldn't be ignored even in death.
Art, I had a brush with something eerie in 1956 in Pittsburgh, T.A. As a young couple, my husband and I had moved into the third floor rooms of a very old house, probably built around the turn of the century.
And we rented the third floor rooms.
An old couple in their 80s were our landlords on the first floor.
The second floor was empty.
And so among our four rooms, there was one particular small room that for some reason I had a very strange, eerie feeling about it.
It just never felt right.
We just used it for storage and always kept that door closed.
So this one particular night, my husband traveled on business and he was away.
I came home from work about 6 o'clock.
The old couple were in their rooms downstairs, but with their doors closed, so I felt very much alone in the house.
And I was up there.
Our bathroom happened to be on the second floor, which was empty.
So I was up there for a couple of hours, and I kept having this terrible feeling that something or someone was in that little room.
And I kept thinking, well, I must be being silly.
So after a couple of hours, I went down to use the bathroom on the second floor.
And while I'm in there, something seemed to be telling me, do not go back upstairs.
And I had to really drag myself up there because I had this horrible feeling.
So anyway, I decide I'm being foolish, so I go up these stairs, and I'm climbing up this very long flight of steps, and I get almost to the top of the third step down when I hear the latch of that door open up.
It made a click, a loud click, and that door opened and made the biggest squeak you ever heard in your life, just like in the movies.
And I raced down those steps back to the bathroom, three at a time, literally.
Went back in that room, closed the door, locked that bathroom door, and I sat in there for about two hours until my husband came home.
When I heard that front door downstairs opening, I was so relieved.
He came in, and I told him what had happened.
So we went back upstairs, and that door was open about a foot or so.
And we looked inside, of course, we saw no one, nothing.
And I can't explain why that happened to open that night, that way.
But in any case, I always, you know, gave me heart failure.
But a postscript to all this is that within a year after we had moved out of that house, the old man downstairs in his 80s had died.
And a young couple apparently had moved into the second floor.
And we read in the paper that their baby had died in its crib.
And they were on the second floor.
And, you know, I just had the strangest feeling that there was a very evil spirit in that house that was looking for a victim or something.
And I almost feel that if I had gone up those stairs that night when I heard that door open, that I could have been that victim.
Why is it, do you think, that people always compulsively almost do what they've been instructed not to do?
Why I joked about, you know, in the horror stories where they always go directly to the basement.
It kills people.
No, I screamed.
no, not the basement.
They open the door and down they go, where they're eaten alive by something, inevitably.
But even in real life, listen to that lady.
Listen to the story we just got.
Something told her not to do that.
And what's the first thing she did?
She forced herself to do it.
Maybe the answer is that we want to return to a rational thought pattern.
If something disturbs us, we want to deny it.
we want uh...
a rational explanation for it so instead of caving into the natural fear of the moment over what just happened you proceed to to get a red try to get a rational all Or something like that.
You search automatically, or you feel a compulsion to go and search for a rational explanation.
That might make sense.
Top of the morning on our first-time caller line, you're on air.
I got rear-ended by two other cars, one of them being the security guard at the cemetery.
I jumped out of the car thinking, oh my God, I'm going to pay for this one through the nose.
Went back to make sure the people in the other two cars were okay, and both of them said, well, that woman shouldn't have run out in front of you like that.
And I said, well, you saw her too.
And they said, of course we saw her.
And I said, well, I don't really remember what she looked like.
I knew what she looked like, but, you know, I wanted to check things out.
Yeah, do you tend to see her at critical junctures in your life?
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You know, that's funny.
You should say that.
A month ago, I was in the hospital facing major surgery, and the door opened one night, and she came in and sat on the bed, took my hand, and said, the doctors are wrong.
They've misdiagnosed you.
You need to tell them that.
The next morning, I asked the doctor to rerun tests because I felt something wasn't right.
And sure enough, the tests had come out wrong, and I didn't need surgery.
do you understand what it means i think i do Is there life after this world?
I think there is.
Are these things we don't understand?
They certainly are.
Are they a little frightening?
They absolutely are.
All I can conclude so far is that in the matter of somebody's death, which is violent, or is unexpected, or in the matter of somebody who dies and has something that they must do,
something they didn't finish, somebody they didn't say goodbye to, somebody they wanted to tell that they loved before they left and didn't get a chance to.
Children that are left behind that you wanted to be sure understood that you loved them.
Because what could be more important at that time?
Really nothing.
Does all this add up to life after death?
I think that it does.
That's why we do these programs.
Good morning, everybody.
You're listening to Coast to Coast AM from Las Vegas.
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Coast to Coast AM from Las Vegas.
I hear the drums echoing tonight.
Cheers.
Music by Ben Thede
Music by Ben Thede We are exploring areas that some would say we are not those paranormal things that people have seen and heard.
Now, if somebody gets separated from their spirit because of drug abuse or they weren't ready to leave because they've died a violent death, then I think if they don't, if there's that separation of body and spirit like that, or the Indians say it'll punch drugs and alcohol will punch holes in your spirit, if you beat your spirit up or yourself up, you may wind up being grounded here.
Anyway, listen, I had an experience with a Ouija board, and just a note that the, you know, biblically, I don't know how you feel about Christianity, but the scriptures do tell us that ghosts, you know, the spirits of the dead do not come back to haunt the living.
In fact, they're demons taking manifestations in order to fool the relatives of those that have already passed on.
I've had an experience with one myself, and I won't even talk about it.
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Well, as I said, it may answer your question of whether or not you would spin around and see what it was there that was manifesting itself or going to a haunted house.
I've done it since the experience, but in every case I've rooted.
But St. Elmo's Fire tends not to return predictably to the same place again and again.
during a I'm just saying that on many occasions, the caller said he saw this glowing gravestone and that it would be St. Elmo's fire that many times is not probable.
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That's true.
But that's that'd be something you really would want to see once, and I think that'd be about it.
And like I say, through pictures of the family photo album, it was my, I think it'd be three great, he was in the Civil War, and it'd be three great grandfathers, sat down and froze my leg.
And, you know, I was scared, but at the same time, there was this great feeling of security and just the joy of knowing that I had a family member there.
Because I really thought that I'd, you know, the pain that I was feeling, I knew where I was, I knew where the bullet went out.
Yeah, I had a situation that happened a couple years ago.
I was sitting at a friend's house, and it was about 1 o'clock in the morning.
And this, we were sitting there talking about, you know, people that we've known throughout our lives.
And I was sitting in a chair, and all of a sudden, I bent over in extreme pain.
I mean, it took me to the floor, out of the chair, onto the floor in my right side.
And then I kind of got a headache, and we were just, for some reason, my friend Craig and I both noted the time.
The thing that was strange was the next day, my friend was looking through the paper and noticed that a friend of mine had been killed.
She was, I used to work at a convenience store, and she used to come in, and her parents didn't really listen to her, and I was kind of like her mentor.
I was her sounding board, you know, whenever she had problems.
And he told me that this young lady named Kelly had died.
And I knew the area where she had been hit by a car.
I knew that much.
And I went out into the area, and I was just kind of walking around.
By feel, I found the area where she was hit, just through whatever I have in myself that told me this is it.
And we were kind of kicking around, and we saw one of the sheriff's deputies car go up there, and I went and flagged him down and asked him if he had been working the night she got killed.
And he said yes, and I told him that she was a friend of mine, and I said to him, I know this is going to sound morbid, but what side of her body did the truck impact her on?
He told me that the initial strike hit her on the right side, fracturing her pelvis.
She flipped up over the truck and landed on her head and was killed immediately.
Now, this was within five minutes.
This was the night before that I had fell over.
This was in five minutes of that time that the time of death was pronounced.
And my belief is that she came to me and said goodbye.
And it was just too weird.
And a friend of mine, if you'd like, he was there.
I told him if he would like, he could call back and verify because he was there.
And he was kind of freaked out as the couple days where we talked to the sheriff's sentiment and stuff.
My friend and I are researching a book on, we're going to be writing a book basically on poltergeist and demonology.
And I was wondering if either I could give you an address that people could write letters to, because we're looking for input, or if you'd prefer that I mailed it to you.
And this concerns the old mining camp of Virginia City.
Well, the big mines, excuse me, the big mines have been abandoned for many years, but there are 700 miles of shafts and tunnels and drifts and winds underground.
And I was having lunch with my parents in Virginia City and knocking at the back door and came an old friend of my dad's, very agitated, a big lump in his forehead.
It was split, it was cut and blood was coming down.
So folks patched him up and he, like many of the old retired miners, he liked to roam through the abandoned mines, take samples out and stuff like that.
And he was in a mine called the Ward Mine, southeast of Virginia City.
A man buried almost to his head who had died violently and quickly and unexpectedly.
The worrisome part, of course, of that is, if that is to be the manner of your death or mine, would we be forever trapped here on earth in such a destined to repeat such a gruesome experience again and again,
though it wasn't something that was from some deviant behavior that we had exhibited, but simply the unlucky moment of a mine caving in on us.
Line one, you're on the air.
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Morning, Art.
I thought I'd give you a call.
I've been listening to these programs.
I'll give you an experience.
A couple of years ago, coming in on 163, I was approaching Level Canyon turnoff.
And you know where the old Christmas tree used to be?
Well, anyway, to make a long story short, we were just joking around, and again, like I said, it sort of was like a challenge, you know, make me a believer.
And about that time, literally, two bolts of lightning came right across the front of the truck and hit the side of the road about maybe 400 yards up from where we were traveling.
And it was just like out of a Star War.
I mean, it was one bolt from one side of the car and one from the other.
We pulled over and sat there for about five minutes and drove on up to Mountain Pass.
My story, I'm a recovering alcoholic, and I was going out with a girl who had just gotten into recovery, and we were in counseling, and we were doing a bunch of inner child work.
And, you know, one of the reasons we got along so well, our therapist says, because we played so well together.
Well, this whole relationship went sour, and she began dating this other man, and they were going to move to Cleveland, Ohio.
And anyway, so one night I'm laying in my bed, and this therapy work that we're doing with inner child, you have to close your eyes and imagine this child and what that child was doing at the time.
And I was laying in my bed, and my eyes were open, and all of a sudden, this little girl, about eight years old, she had a pixie haircut and kind of a, she was wearing shorts and a small halter top, came up and she was standing right next to my bed, and my eyes were wide open.
And it was that my girlfriend is like, you know, a smaller version of her, right?
And this girl, without opening her lips or anything, said, you know, to me, I've come to play with Chris, who was like, you know, that's my name and my inner child.
So anyway, so anyway, so this little girl is standing there and she's talking to me.
She says, and I'm leaving.
I'm moving.
And I wanted to come and play.
And so she starts taking off with this other little kid.
I'm assuming it was me.
And they're running.
And all of a sudden, then I don't see walls in my room or anything.
And my call to you was a story that was related to me, and I told you at the time, I wasn't sure I believed or accepted it, is that we were, this is where I want to see if I can jog your memory, that we were all gods and goddesses, and we had everything and could do everything, and so we decided to play a game, and the game was called Life, and part of the rules of the game.
And so I agreed to make the trip, and I went up there, and the evening that I arrived in San Francisco, before I decided to get a hotel home, I decided to eat in a restaurant.
Then after that, I went to a piano bar.
I thought I'd just kind of rest for a while and listen to some music.
And a fellow sitting next to me at the piano bar and I got to talking, and I let him know that I was up from L.A. and he said, well, you don't have to get a hotel home.
There's a house that I know of that isn't being occupied right now, and I've got the key, and you're welcome to use it.
I went to the house, and it was on a street of the old Victorian homes that are so frequent in San Francisco.
This was about the middle of the block, and it was the only one in a whole row of Victorian homes on that block that was fed in from the others.
I thought that was interesting.
I went up the porch and unlocked the door and turned on a light and went inside.
But as I entered, I got a very uneasy feeling in my gut.
And as I got further into the place, into the house, that feeling got stronger.
Just a real quick story, not quite as heavy as most of them, but I guess I was about two years old.
My father told me about this.
I had a favorite uncle, and I can't really remember his name right now, because, again, I was two years old.
We'll call him Uncle Joe.
So I guess out of the clear blue sky one day, I just wanted to go see Uncle Joe, and they said, no, no, it's too far away.
It's about 100-mile drive or something.
This was back in the 50s.
And I guess I had a fit, according to my father, and I just had to go see Uncle Joe, you know.
So they decided that we're going to go see Uncle Joe.
So we went through and had a nice visit.
And then a couple weeks later, he died.
So then, you know, a short time later, say a couple months later, I wanted to go see another relative.
and of course they did i but my dad said he just about this so i want to create the company they were afraid that something was going to go wrong with this role in other words they they figured that the new you had some precognitive So it's just a short little story.
Why, if she would tell you that, I'm curious, if she would tell you, be careful or you're going to be in a wreck, and she would go to all that trouble to caution you about that, why wouldn't she give you the original message and try to warn you away or try to change what was to be?
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I really don't know.
I'm just assuming she didn't probably want to worry me or scare me or whatever because, see, she's had these, I'm not saying she's psychic or nothing, but she'd done the same thing to her real father.
Her real father was really deadly sick down in Florida, and no one knew anything about her.
So she called down and talked to one of her sisters to go tell him to check on her, check on him.
And sure enough, he went there, they went to check him out and everything, and they found him on the floor, you know, and he was not in the greatest health or whatever.
It's just been a couple of weird coincidences or just something has definitely, she's definitely got some sort of weird power.
Not power, but just some sort of gift, I guess, or something.
Well, one of them, the first one is I was dating this girl in St. George, and I happened to be there late for one weekend, and I had to be back in Perump for work the next morning, but I was there too late, so I stayed the night at her house in their guest bedroom.
And I had already gone to sleep.
You know, the doors were shut and the lights were off and everything.
And for some reason, I woke up and I looked towards the door and I could see, I don't know, three, four, five people looking in at me.
So I rubbed my eyes and I thought, you know, I was seeing something.
And after I rubbed my eyes, I saw someone standing next to me in the bed.
And you know how you can see, even though it's dark, you can still kind of see him.
He had, I could tell he was blonde.
And I was about to say something to him, ask him what he's doing, because it didn't appear to me that he might be a spirit.
I was playing football for him, and I think I was a junior, and we had an away game.
So I was on the varsity bus, and my sister was on the junior varsity bus.
And for some reason, the junior varsity bus got way behind us.
And so we showed up at the high school, and I had the car with me.
And so I decided to just stay there and wait for my sister with the car.
And after everybody had left, I got in the car and I laid the seat back just to go to sleep.
And then next thing I noticed, the bus, the JV bus came and I could see people walking out.
I could hear the voices.
I recognized the voices.
Then I woke up and looked out and nothing was there.
I didn't think much of it because I just thought, oh, I'm just dreaming.
I went back to sleep and I saw the exact same thing again.
I saw the bus, saw the people getting out of the bus, heard the voices, but this time I knew I was dreaming.
And I tried to wake up and I had a hard time.
But finally I woke myself up, looked out, and there was nothing there.
So then I decided to go back to sleep.
You know, that was a little scary, but I went back to sleep and I saw the exact same thing, only this time I saw my sister walk up to the side of the car.
She had one of her friends with her, and she was asking to be let in.
And this time, and I knew I was dreaming again, but this time I had a real hard time waking up.
And finally, I had to scream just to wake up.
And that time, I decided I'm getting out of here.
And so I just went home and decided to wait for the phone call at home.
And I've grown up in the country, so being out in the country alone at night never really bothered me, but this really did.
So as we went along, this played out for several miles, and they kept motioning for me to pull over, and they'd come up alongside, and I became quite fearful.
Well, the oddest thing happened.
I had a flat tire, and I could feel the car start to sway.
And I pulled up to a stop, and off to the right was a house.
And this car pulled up along and stopped behind me, and I didn't know what to do.
I was afraid to get out.
And somebody came out of this house to a pickup that was running.
I mean, this was the only house in the area.
There was nothing else around.
And he walked out, and he looked, and one of the people in the car pointed to this guy, and then they went ahead and pulled on by me and took off.
So I got out, and I looked at the man, and he was doing something around the pickup.
And so I went ahead and got my tire out and changed it and went on my way.
Well, this left, you know, it made me quite fearful.
Well, on the way back from California back to Idaho, I looked for this place.
I wanted to stop, and it left such a mark on me psychologically.
My wife used to, or my ex-wife used to dabble with Ouija boards and what have you.
And I understand exactly how you feel.
I can hear it in your voice.
But we were horsing around with it one night.
And the following weekend, I'd gone out fishing with a friend of mine and came back later that evening.
And we watched TV for a while.
And then we went to bed, I guess about 11.30, 12 o'clock at night.
And the back door of the house and the front door of the house were in line with each other.
And our bedroom was at the other end of the house.
And I was just dozing off, and I swore I heard the back door open, and somebody in heavy boots closed the door and walked through my kitchen.
I went to my dresser drawer, and I grabbed my 9mm, and I took it out, and I was standing in the hallway thinking, God, I hope I don't have to do this.
I got locked and loaded, and I swung out into the hallway, and there was just enough residual light in the living room where I could see the silhouette of this individual, about six foot three, pretty stocky person.
And I uttered some explicatives to lead it and told him to freeze right where he was or I was going to dump him.
And you remember the old window shades where you take and you pull them down, you let them go and they just go up and spin around?
And we were joking about a local casino there where I like, and he didn't.
And he was saying, well, if I go in there to cash a check with you, I've got to take a shower because it's so greasy, you know.
And he was just joking.
And it was very sudden.
Nobody was expecting it.
He died very quickly in his rocking chair near the candy bar.
And about six months later, my brother was taking a nap.
He worked graveyard and he had to sleep during the day.
And he had somebody watching his children in the other room.
Well, in his dream, he heard a phone ring.
Now, he has no phone in his bedroom.
In his dream, he heard the phone ring, and he picks up the phone, and it's my father on the other end of the line.
Now, my father was a compulsive gambler, and I think one of the things that killed him was the stress of having gambled away everything that he and my mom had.
And my brother said that he heard casino noises in the background, and the noises of slot machines, and he could tell that my father was calling from a casino.
He said, I need to talk to you, and I need to make it quick.
I've gambled away all my prayers, or I've cashed in all my prayers to make this call to you.
And apparently, the way my dad said, he said, the way my dad had it, people pray for you and the prayers are part of the economy of this place where he was.
And as many prayers as people prayed for you, that was the things that you could do.
And he was using all his prayers to make this call.
And he said, I have a message for you.
He said, you are going, he says, you're going to die within a year.
But that's not the message.
I have a more important message that I really need to get to you.
And before he could get the message to my brother, the phone went dead.
And my brother woke up.
He came out of the room and he didn't think much about it except that it was a dream and the stress of my father having passed away.
And my little niece came in and said, Daddy, who called you?
I was married in 1977 to a man that, well, they have a long book.
I guess it dates back years and years ago.
And really wasn't paying a whole lot of attention to what was going on in his life.
But being an Indian woman, there's a lot of spirituality in my own family line.
But I thought was really strange is how both of us kind of came together and a lot of really weird things were happening in our life.
Of course, we're not married anymore, thank God.
But at the time, I didn't really understand what was going on with him.
But looking back on it, I'm kind of scared that if I ever see him again, it'll be right before I die.
Because that fellow said, well, I've got to go see Uncle Joe.
Everywhere he went, and I know that his family, they were older, but he would go like to see, you know, he'd want to go see his aunt or his uncle or whatever.
And right before he got there, they'd already be gone.
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And the same thing happened with a teacher that...
And I really wasn't paying a whole lot of attention, you know, what was going on until my foster father, who I was real close to, he had a terminal illness, and we all knew he was going to pass away.
He was dying of cancer over on Woodby Island.
And I went over there, and I said, hey, I've got to go.
I've got to get ready right now.
And I threw my things together and took off.
And I had this vision, one of the first visions I've had, and I've had quite a few since, but there was this airplane.
It looked like a tiny toy airplane and these three huge angels behind it.
And then you could see inside this airplane and these passengers, but this one passenger, I couldn't see their face.
And it was like a real tiny airplane.
And he was wearing a gray jacket.
Well, my husband had had to work overtime and said that he couldn't go to see my father.
And they were real close.
Well, he came, there was a knock at the door, and I looked out and there he was.
And I was really thinking anything of it.
And I opened up the door, and there was this terrible feeling of death that just went right through me.
And my foster brother, who was a nurse, literally ran down the hall.
And he said, no, let me get him ready for you first.
And I just got terrified.
And I took a look at his face.
And I said, well, let's go across the street and see the kids because they were staying at the neighbors.
And halfway through the clearing, I felt my father die.
And I just felt so horrible when I felt his spirit, you know, just leave.
And of course, I knew my dad was dead.
And I went and tried to get him involved with seeing the children.
When we got back, my mom was having a glass of pie cherry wine.
Dad had always made wine himself.
And she looked right at my husband's face, and she just, just with hate in her eyes, and she said, well, he's dead, you know, like he had been the one to kill him.
And all of a sudden, I remember that vision of that gray coat.
And I looked at my husband, and he was wearing that gray jacket, and it was him.
He was coming, you know, in that tiny plane.
And that's how he had gotten there.
He had flown there, chartered a small plane to come into Woodville and taken a taxi and come to the house.
And all of a sudden, all the pieces fit together.
And I looked back and I thought, oh, my God, you know, he told me that he was going down the hall right before his father died.
Well, listen, we're out of time, but if ever a woman had reason not to see an ex, if you hear he's on the way to visit you, I'd grab the nearest passport and be headed out.
And while we're on the subject of airplanes, I have a very good friend that works for one of the major airlines in this country, maybe the biggest airline, actually.
And there are some planes, and I'm intentionally not going to tell you which airline it is.
Actually, they've made movies about it.
But because of the violent nature of airplane crashes, companies that have been in business for a very long time and have had crashes know that planes are haunted.
There are some bone-chilling stories to be told about haunted airplanes.
And because I don't want to compromise something that's been told to me, I'm not going to pass it on to you.
I'm just going to say believe it.
There are some airplanes that are that have more flying than just the paying passengers, let me put it that way.
Good morning.
On the first time, caller line, you're on the air.
So, me and my best friend Lance, it's like, you know, we always kind of have like sort of like the same dreams and stuff, but we was always wondering how this happened and stuff.
So he got hurt while he was in basic training and he had a convalescence leave.
And all of a sudden, it transformed in this man, he was Egyptian.
And he said his name was Ptolemy, which I found out there was a real, he was an Egyptian astrologer or mathematician named Ptolemy, lived back in 300 AD or something like that.
And he told us that what he was, who he was and everything, and that things like this would happen, and sooner or later he would tell us why and show us why.
And ever since then, we like have dreamed about him and everything.
And it's real weird because we'll like be dreaming.
It's like he said he'd be there to protect us and things like that.
And Lance has had occurrences where he's protected him while he's been in Germany and everything.
But one of the strangest ones was last Christmas he was at home and me and him was out sitting in the living room and was going to leave and go outside down to his parents' house.
And what happened was we went, I went to open the door and as soon as I opened the door, it's like both me and him went flying back into the middle of the living room.
The door shut and about 20 seconds later, a car came by with a drive-by shooting.
Probably one thing about the ghost story thing, I was hardly ever a believer.
Growing up as a Christian, I really was, for the most part, taught not to believe in that.
However, back in 1984, I was dating a lady, and she had told me that through some friends of the family, she had the opportunity to go out to an old farmhouse south of the Denver area.
And there was an opportunity for her to pick up some old leaded glass, some light fixtures, and some chandeliers from an old farmhouse that was on the property out there.
So I agreed to go out there with her.
We had gone to the old boarded-up farmhouse, and bear in mind, all of the windows and the doors had been boarded over with 2x4s.
And I went to the front door.
She was staying in the car.
It was, I think, probably about zero out, and this was the first part of November.
But we had got inside the house and went in there, and we were looking around at the different ornate fixtures that were in the home.
And I looked into the kitchen, and I thought I could see a little boy, about, oh, four or five years old.
And I looked over there, and for a brief second, I was sure that I thought I saw a little boy there.
And it just came and went.
And I didn't think at the time I thought, well, maybe I was just imagining it.
Well, another five minutes went by, and we were walking through there, and I looked over to Shelly, and I said, you know, I thought I saw a little boy in here.
And she said, oh, don't worry about it.
You know, you're dreaming.
This, that, and the other.
And I walked into another adjoining room where the chandelier was and had grabbed a little step stool and was getting ready to get up on that.
And Shelly let out this blood-curdling scream and came running in.
And she said, there's a little boy in here.
And I said, I thought I saw something too.
So we walked around on the bottom floor of the old farmhouse.
And I said, if you'll be real quiet, if we could hear him running through here, you know, we might be able to grab him and find out what's going on because at these temperatures, the little guy is going to freeze to death in here.
We searched through the house, the stairway.
I was standing by the stairway to the second floor, so I know that nobody could have walked past me.
And we just decided at that time that maybe we both saw something or possibly a cupboard door or something caused a shadow.
So then I told her that I was worried about my husband.
And we had only been married a short time.
And she said not to worry about him, to take care of myself.
That he would be just fine, but just take care of myself.
So I didn't think too much of it.
But sometime later, I went by myself to an elderly man in Maywood, southeast L.A., and he was a fortune teller.
And after he told me that he was going to be just fine and I should take care of myself, and followed me all the way out to the car, kept telling me, now you watch out.
Well, what happened was that VJ came, and he was just fine, and everything was going great.
And in October, I had a dream that this factory I worked at, I was up on a mountain, and I was looking down, and there was a big explosion, and I rushed down there, and there was one guy sitting there, and he said, everybody got killed but me.
And about a week later, I was involved in an explosion, and I was the only one that was hurt.
And I was in the hospital, and I think the first day they had a horrible heat streak, and I asked God, I said, Please let me die.
This heat is terrible because all the good hospitals were filled up, and this was...
The place where Halloween is really occurring, right here, it's called Coast to Coast AM.
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Hello, Cowboy.
He went riding out one dark and windy day Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw Plowing through the ragged skies And up the cloudy draw Their brands were still on fire And their hooves were made
of steel Their horns were black and shiny And their hot breath he could feel
In the school I'm seeing when everything gets ruined.
I call you up because I don't need to do so.
and say, "Alright, love is kinda crazy with a spooky little girl like you." You always keep me guessing, I've never seemed to know what you are thinking.
And if so furthered up the juice, it's for sure your little eye will be awake.
I get confused'cause I don't know where I stand when you smile and hold my hand.
Love is kinda crazy with a spooky little girl like you.
Spooky, spooky, yeah, yeah.
From the Coast to Coast AM archives, you're listening to the best of our panel.
This program was originally broadcast October 30th, 1993.
Art will be live tomorrow night for his annual Ghost to Ghost AM show.
The first time that I ever had some sort of strange experience, I was lying in my bed with my eyes closed and I could see these faces floating through my room.
And they were a lot like the faces out of the death pits of the concentration camps.
They were hollow-eyed and gaping mouths.
And at first I was kind of mystified by it.
And it seemed like minutes, but I'm sure it was only seconds.
And I thought to myself, well, if you're here for good, you can stay.
If not, if you're here for no goodness, go.
Go now.
And immediately the faces disappeared.
The other story, my husband was in the Pacific, and he was fighting the Japanese.
And there was a young Marine that came back across no man's land, and the Japanese were shooting everything they had.
And when he got to their lines, he was riddled with bullet holes from his waist down.
All his bones and his legs were shattered.
And whenever the chaplain asked how he got there, he only replied, my father brought me back, my father brought me back.
And whenever it come to find out, I think the Yank magazine wrote it up in the fact that the chaplain found out that the father had died in the Battle of Aragon or some other battle.
The third one was, oh, a couple years ago here at my home, we had these footsteps constantly, oh, maybe two or three times a month, out across the patio and wooden deck.
And my husband was out in the workshop working one day, and each time we'd hear these footsteps, we'd check them out, and there would be nothing there.
And this particular night he was working out in the workshop, and he thought I'd called him, and I said, no.
And he went on back to what he was doing, and suddenly a hammer flew across the workshop and just missed him by fractions, and there wasn't a soul nowhere.
Back in the 50s, my husband and I had, he was a hard rock miner up here in Washington State.
And I had gone down to California, and I tried to talk him into coming down there and get a job in the shipyard, which he used to work in, and got that all arranged.
And I had just one little apartment, and I went and got a lease option to buy on a place, and I transferred my mail over to a little mailing thing.
Well, he called me up and said he would be down in a couple of days.
So I was busy from one place to the other.
So for us, I'm driving down Vermont Avenue, and I look in the rearview mirror, and there he is in a black sedan with another guy driving.
And he smiled and waved at me.
And I thought, oh, that son of a gun.
He got here two days early.
I drove around home and got everything ready, made a pot of coffee and everything.
He didn't show up, didn't show up, and I had to go over to the other house.
I left a note on the door, went over, took care of the apartment that I was going to rent with option to buy and so forth.
It was a duplex.
It paid for itself and everything because the beauty operator was in the other half.
And I was real proud of that.
Went back home, didn't hear anything.
About four days later, I got a letter in this little mail office.
The girl called me and said, you've got a letter from home.
And I went over, picked it up, and he had written to me.
And a couple of days later, I got a telegram that he had been killed the day after I saw him in the car.
I just wanted to say, I had an incident happen about four years ago.
I went to my mother's house, and my mother has her grandmother, at the time it was her mother, was living with her, and she was approximately about 90 years old, and pretty well bedridden.
I just happened to stop by and see her, and she said, let's go to dinner.
And I said, fine.
So before we left, she always keeps the windows locked.
We always lock the doors.
I mean, that was just one of her pet peeves.
And we went to dinner.
It was about 20 minutes away from where we were at.
And we were at dinner and we were talking.
And I never really got to know much about my grandmother.
And I had said something about, well, what was my grandfather like?
And we talked.
And she said he was real mean and vindictive to your grandmother.
And that was one of the main reasons why they divorced.
And he died.
He was an alcoholic, and he passed away.
And so many years before this.
So, I mean, we went into other conversations.
And at the end of the evening, we went back to the house.
We came out, went to the back door, and in my mom's bathroom, which is at the other end of the house, there would have been no way my grandmother could have got because she had a wheelchair to the kitchen.
That was as far as she could go because she was in a trailer house.
And we got to the back bathroom, and I happened to go in first.
And I walked in, and I was just about to shut the door, and just something told me, don't shut the door all the way.
I looked up, and on the inside of the door, she had one of those lengthway mirrors of the door length.
It had been lifted up past the doorway, and then it was like about two feet above the doorway, and had been tightened all the way.
It probably had about 12 or 13 of those latches you screw in and tighten.
Every one of the latches was completely tight, because I just completely went over this thing.
There was no forced entry.
Nobody had a key.
The only people that have a key to that house is my mom and my dad.
He lived up in Ely.
And I just, this chill just ran down my back because if anybody was to break into the house, I mean, there's been just no godly reason why they would just raise this mirror up and tighten it down like they did.
And I told her to come in.
I said, were you messing with the mirror earlier this afternoon?
She said, no, I never messed with the mirror.
And she looked in and her face just turned white.
And, I mean, it was just really weird.
And we went in to check on my grandma to make sure she was all right.
And she was in the other room.
She was just muttering my grandfather's name.
Just kept muttering.
I mean, she never really ever talks about him.
And she just kept muttering.
I mean, she didn't say, just kept saying his name over and over and over again.
And, I mean, after that, I mean, I've heard stories and stuff.
And I used to be skeptic about it, but never, never again.
I mean, to this day, when we took the mirror off the next day, I mean, she didn't even want the mirror in the house.
I took it to the dump and got rid of it.
But, I mean, that is probably the one of the weirdest things I've ever, ever had happen to me or to her, for that matter.
I don't know if any other callers have picked this up.
I don't know if it's in one of your network feeds or what, but periodically, starting with your first hour through your second, third hour, every so often, I'd hear a background noise.
It sounded like a duck quacking.
I mean, come on.
I'm recording your program, and there are quacking ducks.
And a friend and I had just were moving into an apartment.
And the apartment had one bedroom, and there was two of us.
So we had them put in a wood partition in the middle.
And one night we had come home kind of late, and we had getting ready to go to sleep.
And he was in his bed, I was in my bed, and we heard these noises, these strange noises, like somebody was throwing BBs on a refrigerator, you know, a metallic sound.
That and in movies when you see doors that sort of bend inwards.
They don't break.
They bend.
God, that's totally freaky.
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We'll be back.
How long has this been going on?
How long has this been going on?
Well, friends with the fantasy persuasion Don't admit that it's part of a scheme But I can't help but have my suspicion Cause I ain't quite as dumb as I seem And you said you was never attending To break up our scene this way But there ain't any use of attending It could
happen to us any day How long has this been going on?
How long has this been going on?
How long has this been going on?
When they were stopping calling, and through the spirits of the party, starts to come on out until the picnic dawning.
Can't throw out all the news and hit the city out.
Cause that's music in the air, and lots of robbing everywhere.
Give me the night.
Give me the night, girl Give me the feeling in action I'll take a dime, a glass of wine, a little late romance, it's a changing action.
All the world's coming out to death.
All the music in the air, and that's the loving everywhere.
So give me the night.
Give me the night.
You're listening to a special replay of Coast to Coast AM with Art Bell.
This is Pat Fitzpatrick from Silver Springs, Nevada.
This is a true story about an Irish and a British ghost about whom a poem was written by William Butler Yates called The Ghost of Roger Casement.
In it, Casement was executed by the British and the Irish government, since they became independent, wanted his body.
Every year they'd asked for his body and finally they got the body back 12 years later when a Labour government came to power.
But one of Casement's last wishes was, do not let my body rest in this place, which is ignorant.
Butler wrote the poem.
He said, I can't sleep at night.
I hear a knocking on my door.
I just cannot sleep.
And finally, at the end of it, he says, it's the ghost of Roger Casement knocking on my door.
And then the British government, of course, that poem, it was published by Yeats just when Ireland was about to go in on the British side in the Second World War.
And because the British government had refused to give the body back, the Irish government stayed neutral.
And as we were going to sleep after we put the campfire out, we both felt a presence of some sort.
Didn't see anything.
It was something we both felt.
The most notable thing is that my father's a preacher, a Free Methodist preacher, and he also has a master's degree in archaeology, or anthropology, I should say.
And he felt it too.
I know he did because he said he wanted to offer a prayer.
And he prayed something about having a shepherd watch the sheep.
But it was enough that you knew that it was something.
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It was there.
There was a definite apprehension, a feeling of apprehension in the air.
And I'm sure that people who have lived out on the reservation or visited or been in the sacred parts, which is, I guess, the Navajo Mountains part of the sacred area, have stories like this.
Here, the Arctic Circle, a beautiful day, and this old man, William McQuillock, tribe historian for the Mary Ziglu tribe, quite a famous Eskimo and a young man.
We took a skiff, went about 30 miles out of Teller to snipe for gold up a little creek at an abandoned gold mine.
I was walking along the creek, and I saw something I couldn't believe.
A track of a human footprint, left foot, barefoot, in the sand.
The creek had just dropped, and this was very, very fresh, and I couldn't believe it.
My foot was exactly 12 inches long.
This was four inches longer than mine.
One human footprint in a place where you had to walk carefully or you'd cut your rubber boots on the sharp rocks.
A lot of quartz there.
I called William and his cousin over and said, what is this?
He took one look, turned, and started walking away, both of them.
About a mile back down to the skiff, and I couldn't figure out what's wrong with him.
He acted afraid.
I went down and after a lot of persuasion, he told me a story of the most famous shaman.
At the turn of the century, there was a huge Eskimo, nearly seven feet tall, he said, a huge man, who traveled amongst the villages.
Strangely, he'd show up 150 miles away in one day.
He preached to the people.
He healed the sick.
He even raised the dead, William told me.
A young boy had died, and he put a tent over the grave, crawled in, a big noise, a roaring sound, and he walked out with the boy.
This is a famous shaman.
Turn of the century of the great Nome Gold Rush.
The army came to try to keep order.
They had a law that no witchcraft could be practiced.
Well, this huge shaman showed up outside of Nome, and a troop of soldiers went out with a captain to arrest him because he was preaching revolt and warning the people, the Eskimo, against the coming white man.
He said, you cannot do anything to me.
I have powers greater than you.
And he had a man take a spear and stabbed him to prove it.
Spit on his hands, rubbed his side, and there was no scar.
And the captain almost went nuts, but he arrested him.
They put him on a boat to take the Shaman to Seattle for trial.
And a storm immediately came up and was about to sink the boat.
And they looked and Shalman, instead of being in the brig, was sitting on the stern looking back at the land.
Well, they put him back in the brig.
A few minutes later, he was back on the deck.
The captain went berserk, and the sailors turned the boat around and put the shaman back ashore near Nome.
I've got a story about my uncle who died about three years ago.
He died about 2 o'clock in the morning.
So we all go to the hospital and, you know, condole my aunt.
And then it was, you know, getting pretty early in the morning, so we all went home for a few hours.
And then we came back.
And as we all come back in the morning to her house, there's this dog that has just parked itself outside the front of the house.
And every time somebody got out of the car who was part of the immediate family, the dog came up to them, sat there until you petted it, and then walked away.
And as soon as the whole immediate family who was there, you know, came to the house, the dog went away, and we never saw the dog again.
Anyway, I want to go back to this story from this guy from Alaska from Anchorage.
and you don't believe anything anybody from anchorage tells you because they're full of bull well now is that Well, now, was that a kind thing to say about a sister city?
Sister city?
Oh, they think they own Alaska, for God's sake.
I've lived here all my life, 65 years in Fairmason, and I don't like Anchorage.