Art Bell’s 1994 Ghost to Ghost Halloween special features callers sharing eerie encounters—Josh sensing his dead dog, a Seattle man seeing a black spectral hound linked to infidelity, and an Orthodox priest halting apparitions with holy water. Others describe poltergeist activity in haunted homes (Liberal Store, trailer park murders), unexplained voices (grandmother’s insurance papers, a teacup-triggered spirit), and ghostly guardians (footsteps on leaking roofs, unseen forces protecting sleepers). Burial sites like Shoshone graves and Nazi-tainted caves amplify phenomena, with callers like Dark Man from Seattle tying hauntings to WWII-era legends. Bell underscores patterns of location-based spirits, often tied to violent deaths or unresolved emotions, leaving listeners questioning whether these are messages—or warnings. [Automatically generated summary]
Good evening and welcome to another edition of Halloween weekend edition of Coast to Coast AM live talk radio on the CBC Radio Network throughout the nighttime for those living and not.
I'm Mark Bell and it's good to be with you.
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This is the annual Coast to Coast AM Halloween Show.
And this morning, this evening, whatever the case may be, across all these time zones, we are going to talk about nothing but ghosts.
A rather unlikely topic, save perhaps this weekend.
This particular upcoming day, all Halloween Eve, it's very dark out there.
There is no discernible moon, save the dimly illuminating stars.
There is no light out there at all, and on this kind of night, of course, anything can happen.
Now, when we do a Go Show, there are a couple of things I want to say before we get started.
One, I treat this subject seriously, despite the opening laugh for you.
I treat this subject seriously, ladies and gentlemen, for a lot of reasons.
I've heard too many stories.
I've done too many programs of this nature not to treat it seriously.
As you may know, over the last year, I have been fortunate in receiving from a number of people photographs of what purport to be, and certainly seem to be, apparitions.
Ghosts.
Something.
Surely it is something.
And I cannot tell you for sure that I know that there are ghosts, nor that I even understand for certain there is an afterlife.
I don't know.
I'm continually searching, and I want to know, and I suspect that mimics many of you out there.
You want to know, and you're searching.
And these stories, and this morning, may help you in your struggle with trying to understand whether there is really something to all this or not.
So we take serious ghost stories.
We don't joke.
These are hopefully true stories.
And I guess that's what makes it all the more frightening, the fact that they are at least given to us as real ghost stories.
So anyway, welcome to the weekend.
Welcome to the Halloween program.
And we'll get started shortly.
A couple of beginners for you.
Oh, I've got a note for you.
CBS Television, this Sunday evening, no doubt when we're on the air with Dreamland, will be airing a special without warning program.
It's kind of an H.G. Wells sort of thing with regard to the possibility of an asteroid hitting the Earth.
I think it may be called Without Warning.
It actually is in TV Guide, so I'm not giving away any secrets here.
But you may want to run your VCR on that Sunday evening.
And I believe it is called Without Warning, and it's going to be a realistic presentation with regard to the possibility of an asteroid hitting Earth or being detected to shortly hit Earth.
That'll be Sunday night, and I'm going to be rolling a tape on it, and I would suggest you do the same thing.
Either that or roll the tape on us and watch that one way or the other.
A couple of stories that I thought worthy of presentation to you.
Simple little stories, really.
Mr. Bell, my dad and I have been doing a paper route for three years.
We've been listening to your show for two now, and I feel this story might be good for your Halloween show.
For a year and a half, we've been delivering newspapers to this house that has a large German shepherd that is kept on the enclosed porch where I put the paper.
The dog had always been friendly, always waiting for a pat on the head.
Well, about a month ago, I didn't see the dog for a while.
Didn't think very much about it until he was on the porch.
There he was one morning, about two weeks after the last time I'd seen him.
He was laying down.
When I entered, he raised his head and I gave him several pats and I left.
I didn't see him again after that.
About a week later, we were collecting for the paper at that house.
So I asked the owner where his dog was.
He said the dog was very old, suffering from spinal problems.
So he'd had to have him put to sleep.
Had done it three and a half weeks ago.
This instantly sent shivers up my spine.
And now I get into and out of that porch as fast as I can.
That's from Josh in Spokane, Washington.
This comes from internet.
Several years ago, I experienced a disturbing sight.
I'm going to relate it as best I can.
This gets all the dog stories out of the way.
My wife, now ex, was lying in bed next to me.
Light from the Circle K store next door was illuminating the room.
I was laying there thinking about how good she looked in the yellow light when something black rose up out of her body.
My first thought was, I thought I was awake.
The blackness moved over me and formed itself into a black dog with glowing yellow eyes and dripping red, yes, the blood-glowed fangs.
I screamed and held my arms over my head.
My ex turned over and tried to comfort me.
The neighbors pounded on the wall.
The black dog took its time to dissipate.
It seemed amused by my struggles while Brenda attempted to comfort me.
The black dog has never reappeared, but I'll never forget it.
Several sad events happened since that night.
The most notable was the discovery that Brenda was cheating on me with an old high school flame.
That's from Darkman in Seattle.
Art, this story is not much, but it happened and I thought it was a little weird.
When my wife and I were first married in about a year or two, we purchased a brand new home in Northridge, California.
One night around 10 o'clock, my wife and I went to bed.
I left the bathroom light on.
Now my wife had on a violet color night clothing.
She was sleeping on my left side.
I was not dreaming.
I was still awake just thinking about things.
Looked over at the bathroom door.
It was open.
I saw what I thought was my wife standing in the doorway of the bathroom and I said, what are you doing up?
My wife said, huh?
The image at the bathroom door immediately vanished.
My wife was still on the bed next to me.
Weird.
Wasn't a dream.
The image I saw was so vivid and real, I actually thought it was my wife.
As soon as my wife answered my question from her position on the bed and the being in the doorway immediately disappeared, I told her what had happened.
Now, any way you cut it, this was a strange event.
I only conclude that there may have been something in the past that happened at that location before the housing tract was built there.
The entire valley used to be nothing but horse ranches.
Enjoy it.
It's true.
And then this.
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I was an Eastern Orthodox priest for many years, and in that time I've witnessed many interesting, if not frightening, things.
This is one that I'd like to tell you about.
In 1974, a close friend of mine lost her father.
He'd been very popular during the 40s as a singer and guitar player on the radio.
He and his wife had been divorced for many years at the time of his death.
He lived alone and died of a heart attack while sleeping in his bed.
It was three days before his body was discovered.
About a week after the funeral, his ex-wife moved back into the house that he'd lived and died in.
Two months after his death, I received a phone call from my friend asking if I could come over to her mother's house.
Apparently her mother was beginning to act a little strange, and she was concerned.
When I got there, the three of us sat down, and my friend's mother related this story to me.
She said she was convinced she was going crazy.
She said about two weeks earlier, she woke up in the middle of the night to the singing of her dead ex-husband.
She walked into the front room, and he was sitting in the rocking chair smiling at her.
She went back into the bedroom and spent the rest of the night with no sleep.
She then told me after that she'd be sitting in the front room and for no reason it would feel like someone was grabbing or pinching her legs, after which welts would appear on her legs.
Also, she'd continue to hear her dead husband singing every night.
I told her I didn't think she was going crazy, having had some working knowledge of the rite of exorcism.
I asked her if she'd feel better if I went through the house and blessed it.
She said it certainly would make her feel better.
I took out a small bottle of holy water and proceeded to go through the house room by room, beginning with the basement.
Everything went fine.
I saved the bedroom for last.
Upon entering the bedroom, there was a noticeable temperature difference.
It was very cold, and you could see your breath.
The mother stood in the doorway, and as I threw the holy water around the room, the mother was thrown backwards out of the doorway into the hallway.
When I asked her what was wrong, she said something had hit her in the legs, like something was trying to push her out of the way.
I was a little skeptical until she pulled her pants legs up, and there they were, large red welts on both legs just above the knee.
I'm not trying to make any claims as to what was going on in that house, but I can say that after I blessed the house, there was no further problem with visions or physical manifestations.
A bit of a primer for you and a couple of stories sent in.
I have many, many more that have arrived by facts.
If you have one and you'd like to fax it in, you're welcome to do so.
My fax number is area code 702-727-8499.
702-727-8499.
Now, this morning, that's all we're going to be doing, is ghost stories.
You're welcome to make a contribution.
You're welcome to light a candle, if you wish.
And just sit there and get scared.
And believe me, before this night is through, we will succeed in doing that.
Probably will succeed in scaring myself.
I've got my candle ready.
Just a brief warning.
If these sorts of stories, and some of them are going to be realistic, and some of them are going to be frightening, if they scare you, by all means, tune out.
I'm sure there's lots of shows this morning dispensing the usual.
And many of you, I understand, would be far more comforted with the usual.
So you'll want to tune out about now.
Because coming up shortly, the unexpected, possibly the frightening.
And I don't really want to scare anybody who's not ready for it.
I simply tell you, you will hear stories that I think will convince you, if you continue to listen, That there is a life that comes after.
And occasionally, things seem to interrupt the normal flow of the soul after death.
Whether it's unrequited love, whether it's a murder, whether it's an unexpected, untimely death, occasionally things seem to interrupt the flow of what ought to come after this life.
And those are the stories you will hear this morning.
Or in just a very few moments.
All right.
Here are the telephone numbers.
And remember, this morning, this evening, this morning slash, nothing but ghost stories.
If you have one for us, by all means, pick up the telephone.
If you're a first-time caller to the program, the number is Area Code 702.
727-1222.
702-727-1222.
The wildcard direct lines, area code 702, 727-1295.
702-727-1295.
And then finally, if you're east of the Great Rocky Mountains, the number is 1-800-618-8255.
And the room that she died in, which I am sitting in right now, was very, very cold always, except that one day my husband went down the hall, and he's not a believer, and she touched him.
And he came back to me, and he says, somebody touched me.
And I said, it was Nellie.
Don't get excited.
And we used to get her mail at this house for about three years.
And every time that the mail came for her, we would lay it on the table and I would say, Nellie, here's your mail.
And it was for about five years she was in this house.
And usually the areas haunted, if you want to call it haunting, and it really doesn't matter, does it?
The areas that are affected by the presence of what seems to be left of that human spirit are frequently the areas that person was killed in, died in.
It's really hard to understand.
Another aspect of it that I've never understood, one mentioned in a couple of the stories I read to you and the one she just told you, is the cooling of a room.
I mean, just a downright chill, even to the degree that you can see your breath.
It's not unusual to hear that.
I don't understand exactly why it would be, but it does seem to trail with these stories.
Okay, what happened was I was sleeping in this mobile home in a twin bed, and about 3 o'clock in the morning, I suddenly awakened, but my eyes were still closed, and I sensed kind of an energy down at my feet.
was that coast to coast or was that ghost to ghost am Welcome, everybody.
This is Halloween weekend.
And we're telling ghost stories.
If you have one, join us.
If you don't have one, sit back, light a candle, turn the lights down, and prepare yourself.
we're going to do a little commercial continuity here and get it done so we can go roaring through without interruption the the the And now, back to the lines.
And I'm sure the one thing that any spirit, thank you, anything or anybody who has left this earth would want to be able to tell or assure the people who are left.
And that is that they're all right.
That it is all right.
That they're not gone forever.
In fact, we're all not gone forever.
What I do find interesting is that the apparition appeared in solid form.
Not too many of them do.
And the one, by the way, actually a couple that appear in our current newsletter or, excuse me, are about to appear in the current newsletter.
You've got to get hold of our newsletter, incidentally.
Let me plug it while I'm at it.
It's got the ghost photograph in it.
And I may read you the letter that is connected to that ghost photograph.
It is very good.
A lot of people have had comments on it.
The one taken by the Stone Mason.
Thank goodness we managed to get it into the newsletter, and I hounded them to be able to do that.
And so it is in there.
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A long time ago, when I was in my teens, I had a dream that I was walking down a road, and I looked to the left, and there was sheep and cattle and horses grazing, and it was beautiful pasture.
And I kept walking on a little further, and there was like a real beautiful old Civil War-type-looking house, you know, that type of an older house.
Sure.
And there was a lady outside pouring water into a bird bath, and she waved and smiled at me, and she was a very beautiful lady.
And I waved and smiled and said hi back, and I kept walking down the road, and it was a white picket fence.
And as I walked down the road, the trees kind of made an arch.
And as I walked through the arch of trees, not a perfect arch, but just kind of an arch, I woke up, and I felt pure pleasure.
I just felt great.
And I got up, I smoked a quarter of a cigarette and got a drink of water, went back to bed.
And I'm walking down, I'm in this dream the same night.
I'm dreaming, I'm walking down this road, I'm feeling very uncomfortable.
And all of a sudden, I notice, I look to the left, and there's that same sloping pasture, and I noticed a sheep first in a long, tall, very unruly pasture.
The sheep is laying there.
You can see its body deteriorated.
You could see the cattle and the horse is dead.
And as I walked to what was a pretty thicket fence, it was just unmaintained and paint peeling off it.
And the house was in shambles.
And I saw a man chasing a woman with an axe that looks like an axe on the back of a dime.
I just saw her chasing her through an open window without a screen.
And then she comes back, and you could see her just kind of walking almost zombic-like.
And she had the same axe in her hand with blood coming out of her head.
And this was the same woman I saw before, only she was a little more aged, like she'd be 60 or so.
And then you heard a guy scream, and you heard a thud, and I hurriedly walked down and started walking through these trees that were completely, at this time, they were like barren, almost like fall, but it was because of death, not fall.
And I woke up, my heart was beating a whole nine yards.
Well, about six months later, my cousin and a friend of ours, we were driving along, we were out by the St. Louis airport.
This is when it was very much undeveloped.
And I felt a strange feeling, and I said, hey, pull into this driveway.
The whole thing was a shambles.
We pulled in, got out of his Jeep, and started walking up towards the so-called remnants of a house where there was like half of a brick chimney down, and the roof was like down on the ground.
We all started getting bad vibes.
And as we walked closer up to it, we noticed that the place in front of where that window was that I saw that axe thing committed, there was like the thorn tree they used to crucify Jesus Christ, the thorns they put around his head.
And you could almost feel, you could feel something surrounding us.
And we never said a word to each other.
We just looked at each other and we slowly started walking towards the Jeep.
All of a sudden, we found ourselves at a very fast pace towards the Jeep.
Next thing we knew, we were in the Jeep and it didn't want to fire up.
My cousin threw it in a neutral.
My buddy got out, kind of pushed it.
We popped the clutch.
It fired up.
We left the place ASAP.
And the same it was when we got up to the big boys, and of course big boys' hamburgers aren't anymore.
We shut down the vehicle and it fired right back up.
And we never did return to the place, but it seems like that was a very strange situation.
And possibly, you know, what do you think your dream was then?
Do you think that it was sort of a foretelling of what occurred there?
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We've analyzed it over the years.
I'll speak for my cousin and not Bob or myself.
But my cousin is very, very, very, very high up in AT ⁇ T, and he's a very intelligent man, and we've sat and talked about this.
And one proposal we came up with years ago that it had something to do with the one thing we could come up with, you know, the dream happened to me, but everything happened that way.
The only thing we could come up with that we could all agree on that the maybe cause of it, it was what's going on in America economically today.
Maybe some of the rest of you know something about it.
But there is something about mirrors.
And I believe there is something about, in effect, inviting something to appear.
And it may not matter the words that you use.
But if you, in effect, put yourself in a mood of being receptive to this sort of thing, and then you exercise some sort of ritual, in this case, the use of a mirror, you may, in fact, be inviting something in that you may be sorry you invited in.
You know, if there is good in this world, if there is God, if there is a presence, a creator presence, then it would certainly make sense that there would be an opposite force.
As it can be documented for just about everything else in our life that we do, that we experience.
There are two sides.
There is good and evil.
There is good and evil, for example, in atomic energy.
There is good and evil in just about every force that we do control on Earth.
So, with the assumption of a Creator, a God, a good, I think it's not too much of a leap to understand there is an opposite force, the one we talk of this morning.
Well, there are those who would suggest this woman was dreaming.
She was asleep, and she had such a vivid dream that the power of her mind actually caused that physical evidence that he just talked about.
Footprints actually on her arm.
But sometimes it's a little difficult to separate the real occurrence from the one in our mind.
Maybe there is not a difference.
Maybe that which does occur in our mind is, in fact, real.
Does that occur to you?
The distinction between that which we dream and that which we experience while awake, it's really, when you examine it, a very, very small distinction.
This is the Halloween Weekend Show, from ghost to ghost AM.
It is the annual Halloween show, and we are telling ghost stories.
It is Halloween weekend.
Indeed, it is the weekend, so settle in, light a candle, dim the lights, if you dare.
Art, this story is supposed to be a true one.
Dick and Clyde had been friends since August of 1918, nearly 15 years.
During their friendship, they had done some pretty remarkable things.
However, none can compare with the prank they pulled on their girlfriends, Betty Lou and Mildred, on October 31st, 1933.
October 24th, 1933, Betty Lou and Mildred were excited about the barn dance and hayride they were about to go on on Halloween night.
The girls just couldn't conjure up a prank to pull on Clyde and Dick that could measure up to the boys hanging a dressmaker's doll on Window Johnson's old dead tree in her front yard.
Whatever that prank would be, it would have to be very good.
During lunch, the boys propositioned them with a dare.
The agreement was for the girls each to drive a steak into a grave at midnight on Halloween night, and the boys would pay them $10.
The girls agreed, thinking they could come back with some gruesome horror stories to scare the boys out of their wits.
October 31st, 1933, 8 o'clock at night.
The Foresome was having a great time at the dance.
Boys kept asking the girls if they're sure they wanted to go through with the agreement.
The girls were positive.
During the hayride, the group leader was telling a story about a jealous husband's outrage with regard to his wife after finding her with a lover.
During his panic, he murdered her, chopped her into small parts, and tried to dispose of her body.
All the remains found were her two arms, now buried in Grace Lawn Cemetery.
Grace Lawn Cemetery?
The graveyard the girls were about to be at this very night.
Mildred was in a frenzy.
How was she going to handle this?
Why did she let them talk her into it?
Mildred came back to her senses.
The hayride comes to an end.
She could hear Betty Lou and the boys planning out the evening.
They all were to meet at the general store at 1 a.m. after the graveyard incident.
The time finally came.
Mildred and Betty Lou found themselves at the graveyard.
Betty Lou was to pound her steak into grave number 12 and Mildred into number 56.
They decided to just meet at the back of the store.
Betty Lou pounded her steak as directed and gave a signaling whistle to Mildred.
Betty Lou was finished.
She headed back.
Mildred pounded her steak and got up to leave.
Something was tugging her skirt.
She screamed for help and nobody came.
She tried harder to get away, but it was useless.
At 1 a.m., Betty Lou and the boys were worried about Mildred.
Why hadn't she shown up?
Had she been hurt?
They decided to go back to the graveyard, but it was the dead of night and too dark to see a thing.
They came to the conclusion that she was tired and went home.
November 1st, 1933, the Jonesboro Morning Bee read, Girl found dead in Grace Lawn Cemetery with stake through her dress.
And I will tell you a truth, that I know, as sure as I know my name, that ghosts and poltergeists and past life visions are all one and the same, that they're all agents of Satan.
On 1989, on Thanksgiving Day, my mother-in-law died.
And I hadn't spoken to her for three years because I'd had the consummate nerve of questioning her about grandpa drinking and driving with my son in the car and she never spoke to me again.
And the next day, my husband arrived home and he had been with her at the moment of her death and she'd thrown back the blankets as if to leave and she was clouded with morphine.
And he and I stood outside on the sidewalk and watched this cloud about 50 feet long and 40 feet wide, just about the height of the telephone poles.
It was brown, dirty mist.
And we watched it dissipate in front of our eyes.
And I made a joke and I said, maybe that's your mother's spirit.
And about a week later, his father reported that some things were turned around on the mantelpiece and a spot on the windowsill where she'd placed the glass refused to dry.
And we thought, well, he drinks a lot.
You know, this can't be true.
And about a week after that, I was sitting in the living room, and my husband was at his office, and her music box in the corner of the room went on all by itself.
And I called him up and really freaked him out.
And he sort of had, he kind of abandoned the family in that he was up there every weekend sitting at the foot of her bed on the floor writing poetry about her.
It was sort of an emotionally incestuous relationship.
Well, he began to change a lot.
And what was going on was he was seeing another woman who later turned out to be the image of his mother, an older woman.
And he literally turned into her.
And he would come to the door one day screaming at me to quit using his last name.
We'd been together 17 years.
And the next day he would forget that he even said that and be very charming.
Yeah, I'm originally from West Virginia, and I had my grandfather tell me a story a long time ago about his great-grandfather had told him a story of, oh, always get nervous on here.
Okay, but they had bought some plantation down in Logan County, West Virginia.
And it had a big field, and they hadn't found out.
This is all a story told me by my grandfather.
And my great-grandfather tried to plow up the land and everything there, and the ground was real rocky, and when they later looked, it was like makeshift little grave markers.
Yeah, I'm sort of of a skeptical mind about these things, and don't usually don't believe in anything supernatural.
But just the other day, I was sitting down with my sister, and we were just talking about things, and we had one of her children, my nephew, Jesse, was with us, and talking about things that scare him and so on.
And he mentioned the ghosts.
And I naturally spoke up and I said, well, there's no such things as ghosts.
And then my sister spoke up, and we're pretty close.
And she said, in all seriousness, she said, well, the ghosts are the one thing I do believe in.
And she never had told me this story before because she thought she would just be laughed at.
But she would seen these figures in this duplex that she's living at.
And one of them is is in her um uh one of her children's bedrooms.
Her other son Casey is seven years old.
And she would see this this figure in there and she and the first couple of times she would think it was um um Casey.
And she would look in there and she saw this small child dressed in sort of with a strange hat and suspenders and sitting on the floor playing and she would and she went into the to look into the doorway and said, Casey?
And then Casey would say, what, Mommy?
or whatever.
He'd be like in the kitchen or the living room down the hallway, the other side of the house.
And she turned around and there would be Casey.
And then she would look back and the figure would be gone.
And she's also seen one other figure in the hallway.
She has her bedroom right off the hall.
And she leaves the door open most of the time.
And she would see this figure, like when she was reading the book in bed or whatever, and she would, just like out of the corner of her eye, notice this man with a dark beard.
And then she would look up and be there for an instant, and then it would just disappear.
And I just got a really odd feeling of disorientation around me and I kind of, you know, I'm looking around, just turning around, looking around, having this odd feeling.
And I turned back and looked behind me down the hall.
And down the hall, there's a figure standing there just as plain as day.
Nothing you could see through, just solid.
And it was not facing me.
It was facing a different direction down a different hall.
And I'm getting goosebumps just like just talking about this.
But this figure was standing about six, five, seven feet tall.
I couldn't tell.
It didn't look like anything was touching the ground.
And it was a white figure.
The head of this figure was almost like a knight in armor's helmet.
Well, I don't know how scary this is, but it's true.
One night I was sleeping and I woke up to find myself, you talk about feeling a presence, and it wasn't a divine presence, but it felt kind of ominous to me.
In fact, I was kind of frightened, but I felt like a weight on top of my body, and I started feeling myself spinning on the bed, which, like I said, it did frighten me, and I wasn't having any of it.
So I started, not that I'm particularly, well, I am religious, but anyway, I started reciting the Lord's Prayer, but it wasn't having any effect.
And I said to myself, well, geez, a lot of good this does, you know.
In other words, you tried the Lord's Prayer once and when the weight was still.
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Well, no, I was repeating it over again in my head.
Then I found myself making a sign of the cross with my arm, this big, gigantic sign of the cross.
And the interesting thing is this.
I had the bedroom door closed, and this Labrador, who's passed on, her name was Angel, Black Labrador, the door was closed.
I didn't make any noise.
She just starts barking her head off.
And I just thought that whatever it was at that time had left, and then these geese a quarter of a mile from the house started squawking their heads off.
I thought to myself, did they hear angels barking?
After the people that came in to drive out whatever was in the house, the activities kind of slowed down a little bit for a short time, but then it started again.
And I don't think anyone lives in that house for very long periods of time.
Do you know that in a lot of states, there is now actually on the books a law that requires you to notify anybody who might be considering buying this house that it is haunted.
Did you know that?
There is actually a law of that sort, and there have been court cases that people have won because there was not notification given of a haunting.
You see, spirits that lose their lives unexpectedly, as in an air crash, I think are the ones that tend to be troubled, possibly remain on this earth, possibly haunt at the location of their death.
In this case, an aircraft.
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Well, the second story has to do with a place in Tennessee called Cookville.
And that happened this summer.
We moved into a trailer park, into a little trailer, and it was really clean.
It was a nice little trailer.
No air conditioning, though.
It was when it was real hot.
And the first night I got up to go to the restroom, it was about 1 or 2 in the morning, the bathroom, I stepped in through the living room, and of course we had the windows open and everything.
There was an alley by the trailer, and I heard a girl laughing.
And I thought, what in the world?
You know, about 2 in the morning.
I looked out and I didn't see anybody.
So I went to the bathroom, and then I come on back, and the next morning I was telling my friend about it.
And she said, probably just somebody outside.
And I said, okay.
And our cat kept his head riveted to this one spot in the living room.
When you picked him up, it was like a joke.
His head would just rivet back and forth on this one spot, pivot.
Anyways, later on, one of the neighbors finally told us that the reason they couldn't keep that trailer rented was because a girl was brutally murdered there a year before.
Okay, so we were, you know, I said, well, we've got to get out of here eventually.
You know, I mean, I don't want to stay in this trailer because we kept hearing bangs and knocks and different things.
And so we were sitting there, this is in the afternoon, too.
We were sitting there arguing about the doors being open.
We had both doors open on this trailer because we didn't have air conditioning.
It's Halloween weekend, and this is the annual ghost show.
The only thing we take all night long are ghost stories, and we've had some beautiful so far, believe me.
Here is one just faxed in, and you are welcome to fax in a ghost story if you have one.
They're better when they're short, and I would appreciate That, the fax number area code 702-727-8499.
702-727-8499.
Dear Art, this is a true story as well as I can recall it.
In 1973, as a member of the U.S. Air Force, I was stationed at Altus Air Force Base, Oklahoma.
During that particular year, the author Peter Blatty's novel, The Exorcist, was the hit movie of the season, as well as the paperback version of the screenplay.
The paperback was distributed throughout the barracks that I lived in, one resident at a time, as we did in those days.
When it was my turn to read the novel, I read it with much anticipation as well as much anxiety.
The following night, around 0,500 hours, 5 o'clock in the morning, I was awakened by the sensation of something pounding on the lower bunk that I slept in.
It was moving up my torso.
At that time, I didn't have a roommate, but the sensation frightened me so much that I got out of my bunk, scrambled to the door, opened it, and yelled for help as loud as I could.
Not one of my barracks mates in our building heard my screams of help, not one, or corroborated my version of the story.
But to this day, I believe the incident was very real, an actual occurrence.
I don't tempt mirrors or taboos of that nature to this day.
AP in San Diego.
And this.
Art in January of 1976, I was busy cleaning the kitchen after dinner.
The kids were in the living room watching TV and my husband, a cop at the time, had returned to work.
Suddenly, I heard a voice calling my name, Carol Ann.
It sounded like my grandfather who lived in Indiana.
I was in Mesa, Arizona.
Regardless of how old I am, he always called me by both my first and middle name.
About 15 minutes after this episode, the telephone rang.
It was my sister in California.
She was calling to tell me that my grandfather had passed away about an hour before.
Since I had always been very close to my grandfather, I just figured he'd passed through to see me before he went on.
It had been a couple of years since I'd seen him.
In July of 1980, I had a dream about both my grandparents, and they were in their wedding clothes, young and dancing and laughing and having a wonderful time.
The next morning, my mom called me to inform me that grandma had just passed away during the night.
I think she came to me to let me know she was glad and was with granddad again, and both were very happy.
What we're telling are true, real ghost stories for the most part.
That was an almost ghost story.
And I'm sure that the emotion he felt at that moment was very real.
You can get psychologically set up for something like that, which may have happened to him and certainly may have occurred also to the man who was reading The Exorcist.
I mean, there cannot be a better setup than that.
The Exorcist had to be one of the most frightening movies ever done.
And to this day, I believe The Exorcist is one of the most frightening movies ever made.
And if you sit down and watch it today, it will scare you as much as it did then.
There was something about it that no other ghost film quite ever lived up to.
And I'm not sure what it was.
I believe it had to do with the church and its involvement.
I'm not exactly sure.
But nothing has quite ever lived up to it.
The other film that I thought was very frightening was the original Poltergeist.
It was a pretty nice thing, except for when we had to go to church, and this is a ghost story.
Well, a kind of one.
Okay.
They were charismatic, and they would run around and act real silly in church, and so they'd make all us kids stay in the back of the church where we couldn't see them be silly, and we'd get really bored.
So one day we decided to do something as a group, us kids, to offend them.
So we found this pen and this little salamander lizard, and we nailed it to the wall, and we told them that if God didn't accept this sacrifice, we were giving it to Satan.
And naturally they got really upset, but they didn't do anything terribly bad.
The next night when I was asleep, for some reason, I bolted straight away.
and I kept my room really clean.
Well, actually, I didn't.
My Aunt Marie did.
And when I looked into my closet, there was a thing sitting there.
This thing, I mean, if it weren't for the way this thing looked, I would have thought it was a nightmare.
It was, if you can imagine something that's four-dimensional, it's a pitch-black room, and this thing is so dark, I can clearly see it.
I mean, it's like, it was kind of like black light, and along the edges of it was kind of, you could see its edges because it's like the very air around it was repelled by it, like, like it found it obscene, and it's like the very matter around it just was repelling from it.
Well, it's, the only thing about it that actually looked physical was its teeth.
It was a triangle with a slit up the center that ended in a little round thing.
And when I looked into its eyes, which at first looked like kind of pools of light blood swimming around, it got two blue dots that looked just like my eyes that were in the center of it.
And the longer I looked at it, the faster my heart began to beat.
I got so scared I tried to yell out and scream for help.
Yeah, I mean, but no, try to imagine something that's four-dimensional and that the very environment around it, it just finds it obscene and repels from it.
Imagine your eyes being sucked into this thing and seeing your own eyes looking back at you.
Well, look, because it's topical, I'll tell you, the best ghost photograph, no, the two best ghost photographs that I have ever seen we put originally on computer services for those with computers to download them.
Many have seen them, but most of you have not.
These ghost photographs are in our new newsletter, and the premier edition of the newsletter is about to come out.
And particularly the one by the Stone Mason is probably, in my opinion, the best photograph of an entity that I've ever seen.
As a matter of fact, let me take just a moment out and read you the letter that accompanied the photograph that appears in the newsletter.
Dear art, first let me thank you for your daily program and Dreamland.
A week or so ago, I heard you talking about the Halloween show with a listener.
I miss most of it, but if you're interested in ghosts, here is a photograph that might be one.
A friend of mine, who is a stone mason, was working on an old home in LA.
On finishing the wine cellar in the old existing basement, he photographed his work for his scrapbook.
When he developed the pictures, this is what showed up on one.
He didn't see anything when the photo was taken.
However, on questioning the architect, he was told that three crews, carpenters and so forth, had walked off the project.
It seemed they felt very cold air.
Some were pushed down the stairs by an unseen force.
Since these photos were taken, I've talked to the architect and was told the home is about 100 years old and was listed for sale after the man who lived there died.
The architect also told me that a Chinese man was interested in buying the home, but when they brought their priests to okay the home, and the Chinese do that, and bless it, they left in a big hurry, screaming.
Evidently, the new owner, who's having it completely renovated, knows about the ghost, but does not know what has happened to the workmen, nor have they seen this photo.
The friend of mine who took the photograph is a Muslim, a very religious man who does not have any interest or belief in ghosts.
Just thought you'd like to see it.
And he's got the negative.
And I must tell you, you have never seen anything like it.
I'm going to be very interested in your opinions when you get this newsletter.
So it's in there, and in fact, a lot more is in our premier newsletter.
There is a Dreamland report, for example, with a big story on Richard Hoagland, a big interview with Richard Hoagland.
The key photographs of the moon from Richard Hoagland are also in there.
There'll be a number of stories, one about the crime bill.
There'll be a story from me, a story that I've written for the newsletter that I think is pretty hard-hitting.
It's pretty rough stuff.
I hope you enjoy it.
There's a Behind the Scenes by Alan Corbeth, the president of our network.
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Now, those of you who just joined us at 1 a.m. Pacific Time will not yet have had enough of a chance.
You've heard a couple of stories.
But cumulatively, since 11 p.m. Pacific Time, I don't see how you could listen to this and these people, many of them very articulate, very serious, and very honest, and not begin to believe that there is something that follows this life for some, if not all.
That's what we're doing.
It's Halloween weekend, and we're telling ghost stories, real ghost stories.
In the summer of 77, I woke up about 2.30 in the morning because my girlfriend was out of bed.
So I walked into the living room to find out what was wrong, and she was sitting on the couch, naked, with her knees pulled up under her chin and her eyes about the size of saucers, and looking at me like I'd grown three or four extra heads.
So I said, you know, what's wrong?
What's going on?
She says, don't do that to me.
Well, it took a little while, but she finally told me that what had happened was she heard me talking and she thought it was in my sleep.
She rolled over towards me and she said, you're as stiff as this coffee table and as cold as an icebox.
I said, what do you mean?
She says, I don't know.
I said, I got up and took a look and you're laying there in bed, stiff.
Your mouth's a little bit open, but your lips aren't moving, and you're carrying on a conversation with a little boy and a woman, and I can hear them talking back to you, and you're talking to a third person, another woman, but I can't hear her.
Anyway, apparently I sat and carried on this conversation with a little boy and a woman, with my mouth not moving, being as stiff as a board and as cold as the freezer, for about five or ten minutes, and she sat there and listened to a little bit of it, and then went out in the living room, and she could hear all of us talking.
And it definitely spooked her, and it affected our relationship considerably.
Most of the conversation concerned whether or not the woman that she could hear, where she had left her glasses, why she wasn't wearing them.
And what it all hinged from was six months earlier, my wife, our son, and her mother were all killed in a car accident.
And I think that Ouija boards are nothing to play with.
I think that when you use a Ouija board, you invite the possibility of a real danger.
And I don't even know that it is specifically the Ouija board.
It's just that you have put yourself in such a receptive mood in such a nonspecifically receptive mood that anything may show up.
Ouija boards, mirrors, things that put you in a receptive mood, I think you do at your own risk.
I mean that.
All right, the following is more a premonition than a ghost story, but very strange and very true.
In 1974, my husband's baby brother, 27 years old, had gone to visit some of his friends who owned a bar in Biloxi, Mississippi.
He didn't drink.
Just liked to hang out with friends.
A young woman walked into the bar.
She'd been roller skating and had fallen.
She was about three months pregnant and was having some discomfort.
Her husband was in the military overseas.
My brother-in-law did not know this woman, but offered to drive her home, and she accepted.
On the way, they were hit by a drunk driver and killed instantly.
Later that day, my mother-in-law walked into his bedroom.
Lying on his dresser, in plain sight, were his life insurance papers, instructions explaining how to distribute his personal effects, detailed instructions explaining how he wanted to be buried, and a list of people to contact in case of death.
Art, I realize it sounds strange, but it's the truth.
When I was probably 15, this is about your ghost story things, obviously, my parents built a brand new house in southeast Missouri, a town called Dexter.
And it was a completely brand new house, landscaping from top to bottom.
And after the house was built, we proceeded to do the landscaping.
And as we were digging in the backyard for rose gardens and flower gardens and things of that nature, we kept digging up all these horseshoes and all these bits of pieces of machinery.
My father asked some people in town exactly if they knew what the history of the area that we lived in was.
And we discovered that the home site that our house was built upon was previously an old farmhouse, circa 1890, 1900, something to that effect.
So one day we were back there helping my father dig some rose gardens.
And I unearthed a piece of a, it actually was the handle of what appeared to be a teacup.
And I didn't think much of it, so I threw it over to the side and I kept digging, and I kept digging up all these different pieces.
So eventually I discovered that I had a multitude of these pieces, so I put them all together and washed them off, and I virtually had an entire teacup.
And I washed them off, glued them together, and it was a very fine piece of porcelain china, had a nice floral pattern, etc.
So I took it in the house.
I thought, well, this is kind of neat, you know, as kind of an artifact, so to speak.
That night, my parents went into town to pick up some lighting fixtures, and I stayed at home, and I heard voices upstairs for the first time.
We'd probably been in the house for maybe three or four months.
I heard voices upstairs, and they weren't in any way intimidating, but it was as if people were conversing about the events of the day or what have you, and laughing as people would do.
It was just very, very nonchalant.
And I thought my parents were home, so I hollered upstairs, hey, is anybody home?
And the voices stopped.
And I immediately thought, well, my goodness, my mind must be playing tricks on me.
So just went on with whatever I was doing.
And I kept hearing the voices.
And this went on several times during the night.
And I just was, after a while, I was terrified.
I got my dad's shotgun out, and I was literally screaming upstairs thinking that we had intruders in the house.
My parents eventually got home, and of course, there was nobody in the house.
This went on for weeks and weeks and weeks.
And finally, for some reason, I'm 35 now.
It's been so long ago, I don't know how I finally deduced that it had any correlation with the teacup.
But I finally took that teacup and I threw it away because I thought that it had something to do with those voices.
I remember one time when me and my brother, we were just little kids, and we shared a room, and it was on the second floor of our house back in Minnesota.
And we had to go to bed early, and we didn't like going to bed early, so we used to sit up on our windowsill and just look outside.
And this is my sister, she lived on the second floor.
She lived across the hall from us on the second floor.
One night she woke up and she was crying, and my mom went in there, and my sister was telling my mom that there was somebody looking at her through the window.
Now, my mom went outside, and there was no ladders there or anything.
There's no trees for anyone to climb up on or anything like that.
But my sister swears there was somebody looking at her through her window on the second floor.
Now, maybe it is something you get used to, and you're about the second or third person I've talked to this morning who said, well, look, it's ongoing and I'm used to it, and it doesn't bother me now, but I don't think I could be that way.
But you see, she's given me the impression that as long as we don't harm her house, she means no harm to me.
And she did protect us from we had someone try and break in here as I was trying to come in the front door one night, and she refused to let me get the door open until the people had gotten out of the back.
We had a big inaugural day storm here a couple years ago, and trees were blown down.
And I live in an area where there's a lot of really old growth trees and stuff, really big firs, and they don't have much of a root system, and many went down.
And about three weeks after that, we had another bad windstorm.
And I was so frightened.
My heart was pounding and everything.
And I had just read a book called Where Angels Walk.
Of course, the only trouble with that is that when you do, you provide an inviting atmosphere.
don't you know that i think many times people provide the atmosphere that allows They provide the atmosphere that allows the entrance of whatever these things are that we're talking about.
So if you dare, provide the atmosphere.
On the toll-free line, you're on the air.
Good morning.
unidentified
Sure, I thought that your newsletter came out, and I'd like to suggest that the title be changed to Beyond the Pale.
Well, from time to time on this program, as evidenced by this morning's show and others like it that we do, we just sort of leave the beaten path and begin to talk about things that, frankly, a lot of others don't.
Or if they do, they don't talk about it seriously.
unidentified
Okay, I just thought that After Dark was used by two other people and you'd lose the, what's it called, the first impression.
Well, After Dark, though, indeed describes the time that we do what we do, sir.
Thank you very much for the call.
After Dark describes the time that we function in, doesn't it?
Hello, Mr. Bell.
One of my favorite uncles was my uncle Lester, one of my father's brothers.
We enjoy each other's company, did to a great degree.
He loved to tell his war stories, and I was the only one in the family who ever seemed to never tire of them.
We would always greet each other by sneaking up, I know about that, behind the other, giving a firm tap on the shoulder while standing behind the opposite shoulder.
Of course, the recipient of the tap would look to the side that the tap came from, and no one would be there.
Then he'd look to the other side, and there would be the pranking party.
We played this game on each other just about every evening, every meeting.
Uncle Lester died in 1972 of a rare blood condition.
I lost a friend.
While talking to my father face to face about our recent loss, I felt a definite, firm tap on my right shoulder.
I've heard a lot of really crazy, fantastic tales tonight, but mine's kind of pretty much down-to-earth thing that maybe a first-timer might understand.
When I lived in Lawrence, Kansas, I lived in a house that was said to have been haunted, and my roommate told me about, you know, kind of strange poltergeist type episodes and things.
And one night I was sitting in this large room with a bunch of friends of mine, and one of my friends, my roommate's been out studying, and I thought he came home, and I saw him walk past the door, and I was going to play a trick on him, kind of pat him on the back or jump on him or something.
This is the annual Halloween program, and it's a good one.
Boy, there have been some good stories.
If you want a copy of this program, we can make it available to you.
And I can understand you might want to archive this one.
You can get a copy of this program by calling 1-800-917-4278.
Getting a lot of faxes already asking about that.
Yes, it is one of those that we make available.
And they do a very good job of it, too.
They exorcise all of the commercials and they put it on a high-quality tape and get it to you quickly.
Indeed, the ordering process has now been speeded up, and we think you will not have trouble getting through because there are a gazillion operators standing by.
So if at any point you decide you want a copy of this program or any guest program we do here or special program of this sort, the number to call is 1-800-917-4278.
In addition, that is the number you call if you would like to subscribe to our brand new newsletter called After Dark.
Maybe we should call it Beyond the Pale After Dark.
And later on, we worked a little bit longer and I went home and I was the only one in my family down there and I hadn't talked to my dad for about a month or so and I called him out of just to hear a familiar voice.
And he's up here in Seattle.
And I says, well, I hope your week is going better than mine.
And he says, well, he says, my wife died today.
And I go, what time?
And he says, around noon.
And I go, well, I'll be up there in about a day or two.
I'll see you when I get up there.
And I found out when I got up there that she had actually died just about that same time that my friend got hit in the head.
And that not long after she died, my stepbrother's wife gave birth to a baby girl just a few minutes after she died.
About one or two floors above her in the same hospital.
Well, I don't know if that's exactly a ghost story, but I have heard similar things from other people, and that is there are certain times in our life when, without explanation, there is one dramatic event that follows another.
A series of dramatic events.
Connected or not connected.
Very dramatic, very sometimes life-threatening, life-changing events.
And they seem to come together.
Now, what does that mean?
That there is something at that moment affecting our life that is out of the norm, shall we say, or not?
This is an event that just happened a week ago, Monday.
One of my employees came into work, and he had some weird dreams sometimes, but he came in and he says, I got to tell you about this dream.
And he says, I had this dream that I was standing in a front yard of a house, and I was filming with this old video camera that my mom had given me.
And he was standing there, and there was a white picket fence, and there was an open gate.
And his girlfriend's, let's see, his, oh, first of all, his mother came walking through the gate, and his mother had just died this past, I think it was February.
And then following her was his girlfriend's father, or no, grandfather.
That's what a lot of people have said this morning, Rusty, that people live in haunted houses or houses where these things are occurring, and it finally gets to the point where it doesn't scare them.
It doesn't bother them.
You just get used to it, and you live with it, and it's part of what you live with.
And her house was buried on Chalmette battlefield.
And her mother and father would always tell me about these ghost stories that they was happening in the house and everything and I never really believed it too much, you know.
So I would always make fun of it and everything and we rented a bunch of ghost stories from the video store and we're all in the living room together alone.
And uh he has this stereo hooked up to the T V. Well it wasn't on at the time but about halfway through the movie this stereo just blasts on out of nowhere.
Even this program, as you sit this morning and listen to it, provides the kind of atmosphere that will allow things to occur.
So I'm not going to be surprised, and I'm sure you should see the stack of stories that I have.
I'm never going to get through all of them today.
The fax machine has just been burning up in the other room.
I'm never going to get to them all.
But before it's over, I guarantee I will get stories of things that have occurred during this program.
And I believe the reason for that is atmosphere.
Or as I used to say in the 60s, set and setting.
That's kind of an old drug expression.
Set and setting.
We are providing the set and setting for the introduction of whatever it is that we're going to hear about.
And I guarantee that over the next few days, and I will catch you up on it, you will hear of things that occurred during this program, in fact, because of this program.
And I called some people in the church, and they came out, and they would not do an exercise on the house, but they did give it a blessing.
And that did not seem to help.
In fact, after the blessing, things seemed to get exaggeratedly worse.
And one day my son came home from school, and I was at work, and stood there and talked to my husband for several minutes, went to his room, came back out, and my husband was gone.
And that night when I came home from work, he says, Mom, where's Dad?
And I said, well, I suppose he's at work.
He's a long-haul truck driver.
And I hadn't expected him home until the weekend.
And he says, Mom, Dad was here.
I talked to Dad.
And the first thing that came over to my mind was, oh, my God, he's been killed in a wreck because you've heard stories of family coming back.
And things, you know, like I said, things continue to disappear, things we've never been able to find since either.
So we talked to my neighbors, and they'd lived there, you know, many more years than we had.
And they said, well, you know, this is the old Barlow Trail, which, you know, where we live.
And I said, well, yes, I understand, which is the shortcut off of the Oregon Trail going to Salem, Oregon, instead of taking the Oregon Trail on into Oregon City.
And I said, yeah, I realize that.
And they said, well, you do realize that when a group of settlers would stop and camp.
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There was a group that stopped here, where we are.
And so our neighbors continued to tell us that in their back bedroom where her daughter used to stay when she was living at home, sometimes during the night, they could hear this moaning, crying sound.
And one night Richard was up.
He'd come home from work and he was up and had gone back.
He heard the moaning and the crying and the girl was trying to open the door and he was on the outside trying to open the door.
And as long as the moaning was going on, they couldn't get the door open.
But when the moaning quit, the door just opened, you know, almost threw both of them through the wall because it just opened so fast.
And so we got to, you know, really, my husband didn't believe all this, so they told him again what their experience has been.
So one night, my husband was home on the weekend, and we'd gone to bed, and I used to pry the door shut so they wouldn't open because I'd come home and find doors open, kitchen, cabinets open, refrigerator open, dishwasher running.
And we went to bed, turned out the light, and just, you know, bam, the back door flew open.
And we got up, got our guns, got up, went to the back door, nothing there.
One of the photographs in the newsletter, not the one I told you about earlier, taken by the Stonemason, but the second ghost photograph that's being published in the newsletter, I hope it comes out well.
It is one that was taken in Louisiana.
It was taken near a farm in Louisiana.
And there are, it's hard to count, but perhaps as many as ten apparitions that are in various stages of visibility.
Some of them you can see right through them.
Some of them are almost completely solid.
And they are dressed in what appears to be period costume, perhaps from the 1800s.
And this has impressed me for a long time as well.
Now, Aunt Rita is my aunt that died 27 hours after birth.
And what happened was my mother had died, and I received a telegram in the mail.
And I called home and called home and finally found out that she had passed away.
So what happened was that this is kind of strange, though it's a real a ghost story.
What happened was my sister, Nancy, she is a practical nurse.
And when I called and found out my mother had passed away, my sister told me that the priest and the doctor that examined the body pronounced her dead and signed a death certificate of blessed death.
So Nancy, shortly after that, had a little baby girl, with about an eight-pound baby girl, and it was on a heart monitor.
And what happened was that Nancy heard the heart monitor go off, and she went into the other room to run in, and right there in the archway, she was standing there, and there was this really beautiful woman.
And she looked at the baby, knelt down at the crib, and kissed the baby, and looked at my sister and said, boy, she's beautiful.
And then she vanished in front of her.
And what happens is my sister Nancy told my other sister that it was my mother, that she could tell it was her from the pictures that she had of her years ago only she was younger.
The worst thing about them is they scare the bejesus out of anybody that encounters them for the first time.
It's kind of laughable.
You can tell any number of people about these entities or things, but until they run into them face to face, I find they have very little to talk about.
It's much more interesting to ask someone in and let them work on their own versions of their story.
Needless to say, the conversation livens.
Cold spots are entities.
As I understand it, they take the Energy at hand, heat, light, EMF, and use it to create themselves or whatever, and that is the drawing that creates the coldness.
Some of the other effects that people perceive, I've been told, that basically fear is a rush of energy and can move things to other levels, not always desirable.
Some entities feed upon those fears like an addiction, taking more and more.
Well, starting with the Guardian Angel, when I was four years old, my brother was 16, and he kept saying like February of that year that he was going to go somewhere and never return.
And my father used to say, well, don't forget your bike.
And he says, I won't need my bike.
And he says, and a year later, my friend Walter will go.
And so in June of that year, he drowned.
And a year later, his friend Walter died too, too.
But right now, I'm a widow, and my husband's with me.
And he'll come, he'll massage my feet.
I'll hear glass being cut in the corner, and nothing will be there.
But one night, I got home from work at 12.30, and I had to be to work again at 7 a.m. and I couldn't sleep.
And all of a sudden, I heard a loud noise coming down the hall, and it came about halfway down, and then it was quiet.
And then I felt like a size of a half a dollar pressure on my forehead, and I was out like a light.
And I kind of closed my eyes and opened them up again and he was gone.
And so the next morning when I walked back into the control room, I happened to be going through, they have kind of like a library of flights that have been in and out of different places.
And I was looking through some documents of different flights, and I noticed a B-52 that had left this particular base at 3.05 in the morning, and it crashed seven minutes later.
Dear Art, I have a ghost story I'd like to share with your listeners.
My grandmother had lived with my family for over 10 years.
At age 84, was very much in control of her mental faculties.
In January of 1972, she passed away several months following a massive stroke.
In her last days, she lost lucidity and would frequently cry out that she was dead, breaking down into mournful sobbing.
Two nights after grandma's funeral, my brother and I sat awake in our beds, rehashing the day's events as was customary for us before falling off to sleep.
From my grandmother's now vacant room there came a knocking noise, the familiar creak of her closet door.
Spellbound we strained for the slightest sound.
A minute later the unmistakable sound of my grandmother's slippered feet shuffling on the tiled floor grew louder as they approached the threshold of our opened door from the adjoining hallway.
We were completely speechless.
I'm sure my facial expression matched my brother's pop-eyed look.
The next night, a short time after I'd fallen asleep, my brother called out my name.
He excitedly asked me, did you hear that?
Listen.
Again, the familiar foot shuffle of grandma came from the living room and hallway outside our room.
That was the last occasion of our supernatural experience, but the recollection is still clear to both my brother and I. I believe our experience made us both far less skeptical of other ghostly tales.
Well, one day one of our projection guy passed away, had a heart attack, you know.
And, well, a couple of days later, all the employees were talking about some strange things happening in the theaters, like lights flickering off and on, doors slamming, ice machine falling apart or something like that.
And, well, within that week, we were working and assistant manager came up to us and he was asking us if we called him, and we said, no.
We didn't call him at all.
And he said he heard someone calling his name.
And we said it wasn't us because we were too busy working in one of the theaters, cleaning up theater.
And, well, even within that week still, five of us decided to find out what was going on.
So we brought a tape recorder and sit it in one of the theaters and left that theater and shut the light off.
And we went in the other theater to clean for a while and took us about an hour to clean.
And went back to that theater to pick up the tape recorder, went outside and listened to it, and we heard the chair go down and spring right back up by itself.
And that was strange.
And when we went back inside the theater, we heard this faint music, real faint music.
And we looked all over the room and the building.
And we came to the projection doorway.
We could hear the music faintly.
Yes.
And, well, we thought it was somebody with a timer radio that turned on by itself.
And we checked with the projection guy, and he said they didn't have no radio like that in the projection room.
That was the strangest part because a lot of other things happened in there.
What I get out of that, or what I guess I would like to ask the audience about, and I don't understand a lot about entities or why things are haunted, but people seem to stay in the rough same physical location that they die in.
And I'm trying to figure out what that tells us.
Does that mean that a spirit or entity trapped on Earth is trapped in maybe even trapped is not even the right word, but is present in the exact physical location where it lost its life?
I mean, it's such a recurring theme that you've got to wonder about that.
Art?
At one time, I lived in a very old apartment building in Bothel, Washington.
One day it became apparent to me that a dog was sharing the apartment with my roommate, Joe and I. The sound of little toenails in the kitchen, panting, scratching, signs of lapdog accidents, like plants being knocked over and little puddles appearing mysteriously.
They happened at regular intervals.
The one big problem is that we don't have a dog, you see.
I eventually brought this up with Joe over a beer after work.
Joe shot up and said, yeah, a little white one.
To which I said, you've seen it?
He said, well, no, it's just the impression I got.
After some comparison of our experiences, we came to the conclusion that it was a ghost dog and that he was our pet.
Of course, our friends got a good laugh at our expense during the weekly card game, but they stopped the teasing when everyone at the card table heard the dog as it walked up, panted a little, wagged its tail against our ankles.
Joe and I reacted by reaching down to pet the dog simultaneously.
Of course, there was no dog there.
Later, we learned that a little white dog lived there and had been run over by a car.
I can imagine it would be so if there is an afterlife, and I am convinced there is.
Then there would be nothing that anybody would want to do more than to contact to comfort or to somehow link with the loved one they left behind.
So I don't find it strange that we get these sorts of stories.
I would be surprised if they were any other sort of story.
It's always a link to somebody that has known the person who was alive.
Or many times it appears to be a guardian angel kind of story.
And occasionally the story of a spirit that has died under very troubling conditions, a very violent, unexpected death, that sort of thing.
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Good morning.
Excuse me.
This happened to me when I was in Europe about 10 years ago, and both my parents are archaeologists, and they had been digging at a Gallo-Roman dig on the Luxembourg-Belgian border for about three years.
And we always stayed at a house that was sort of on a low, bald mountain, forested.
Two villages were nearby, Pétange on the Luxembourg side, and Rodingen on the Belgian side.
And the dig was nearby, the Tilburg.
And we always had a crew of student diggers that would dig with us.
And one year we were having a dinner.
It was nearing the end of the season, the summer season when we were digging there.
And we had a dinner and all the students were there and stuff.
And it was kind of a drizzly, semi-foggy night.
And it was getting sort of late in the evening, and we were getting ready to go to bed, and my brother and I, because we were pretty young, we were 10 or so.
And one of the girls that was a student digger went out on the porch, and she was out there for about five minutes, and she came back in, and I remember because we were just getting ready to go to bed, and she really looked just horribly scared and was like trembling and so forth.
And she said that she had seen some kind of weird hippie guy across the road just at the tree line going south from, again, where we were staying.
And it kind of freaked everybody out, but, you know, we thought, oh, it's just some weird guy that had wandered up from Pétange, which was maybe like a mile and a half, two miles away down this small mountain.
Anyway, we didn't think that much about it, but still addressed the issue in the town later on.
We asked the grocery and stuff, why would someone be up there?
And there weren't any people in this town.
This was in the early 70s and kind of a rural area there.
There weren't any people that really would likely fit that kind of description because she said it was like this really wild-looking hippie guy that was just standing there staring at her.
And then we heard the story that during World War II, when the Nazis had occupied this area, that there was a guy who had lost his wife in the occupation and had gone crazy and had run off to live in the woods.
And he had, you know, whatever, lived roughly and stuff, and he'd become her suit and so forth.
And anyway, he had been hunted down and killed by the Nazis, you know, for whatever reason.
They didn't want this kind of thing going on or something.
And no one, at least admittedly, had heard this story before this time.
And this, you know, really scared us.
And this guy was called the Red Man of Rödingen.
And he was from the Belgian town that was some 8, 10 miles away, actually, on the other side.
But this girl, and it freaked us all out.
And we were like, oh, God, oh, God, God.
You know, my brother and I, of course, it's on it, it's on it.
The whole area.
And this girl got so freaked out by it that I remember she ended up going home early.
And to this day, I can just remember this mood that was after this happened, this mood that was on the dig.
And there was only like two weeks left in that season, but she went home like that week because it had freaked her out.
These stories that you're hearing are not confined at all to this country.
Our program is, and Canada and Mexico, I guess.
And so those are the ones we're hearing.
But I guarantee you that with a serious, we're not going to laugh at you kind of approach, you could put this program on in Europe, any nation, any language, And you could get the same kind of responses.
Well, I've had some strange things happen to me in the mid-50s.
We lived in a house in California on Garden Grove Avenue.
And I was a kid of maybe about 10, 11.
And I had trouble going in the bedroom.
It seems that things happened.
And I was uncomfortable.
And I just was afraid to go in this bedroom we had in this house.
I didn't like it.
And one night my grandparents came over.
We had dinner and such.
And just as they were leaving, I just happened to walk by my bedroom.
I was getting ready to go to bed.
And I saw the curtain move.
And just out of the corner of my eye, you know, and I had a bad feeling.
And I looked over, and I could hardly believe my eyes.
And I didn't want to go in the bedroom, but it turned out it was time to go to bed, so we did.
And when I went in there, no sooner had I been on the bed for more than two or three minutes, it seemed unreasonably dark, and I started to panic.
And I noticed my window being open, a slight breeze coming in, and it was unreasonably cold.
And with no warning, this unusual ghost-like being floated through the window.
And I got the impression that it was female.
I don't know why.
It had white hair that almost looked like straw.
And I tried so hard to scream.
And it's an odd sensation.
I know I was awake.
I wasn't dreaming because, you know, I was aware of...
Well, it did slightly.
It did slightly, but I just couldn't get it out.
And this being floated toward me, and it grabbed my hand, and as I was starting to scream, and actually, you know, I was making sounds, it tied something around my finger, and then I was completely immobile.
It then kind of floated me up out of bed and by the window, and I actually floated out the window, and I got the sensation when I was floating that I was like on a magic carpet.
And I remember being floated toward a light, and I remember being poked and prodded, and I got the weirdest sensation, you know, like almost like a tickling sensation.
And I don't know if it'd be right or not, but I would say, if you ever have the opportunity, get a hypnotist to regress you.
What you may have experienced may not have been so much a ghost story as it is an abduction story.
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And that's what kind of scares me because I'll tell you something.
Several months after that, I was back in my bedroom and talk about closets.
I was laying in bed.
My little brother used to hop in bed with me.
I was used to that.
He'd hop in bed.
He got scared a few times.
But one night, my little brother was not in the bedroom, and it turns out that I felt something next to me touching me all over, and it felt like claws.
And it was the weirdest, most awful thing.
And it pushed me in the closet, inside the closet, and the door went shut.
And that time I did manage to scream.
My mother came in and turned the light on and found me in there, and I was shaken hysterical.
Sorry, I suggest to you all, and you need not do it.
It's your business.
But if you have an open closet now, close it.
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And it's an ancient range, and Indians have lived there for thousands of years.
After about 25 days on this trip, in these remote areas, me and my camp partner had just finished dinner.
We needed some water for our tea.
It was really dark, and we set off for the river, and it was only about 30 feet away.
We started down the small trail and could hear the babbling sounds coming from the river just a few feet away.
Suddenly, it just grew pitch black, and the forest seemed to close in all around us.
We could just make out vague shapes and dark apparitions, and the sounds of the water were replaced by like a whooshing sound.
Everything seemed to spile around us like water going down a drain.
It scares me now just to think about it.
All my energy seemed to drain away from my body, and I remember falling over forest branches, and everything seemed to have an oozy, formless, and kind of black quality.
And finally, just at the light of dawn, I could see from the new sun the river not more than 50 feet away.
Wow.
Yeah, we were on the other side of this river, and although our shoes weren't wet, I could see these camps where our parties were.
And I still don't know how they didn't hear us screaming.
But the strangest thing is that we were 25 feet off the ground on a cliff, and I was just sitting there in a covey hole.
It was shaped like a perfect chair with a back and a seat, and the armrests were there, too.
And we were experienced rock climbers, and we had difficulty getting down the sheer face.
Later, I looked up, and you'd never see that chair unless you'd actually sat there before.
We told our guide who was taking us on this trip, and he said that we were in a Shoshone Indian burial ground and had experienced a Wind River turnaround.
He said it's a real common experience of many people in that area.
But for the rest of that trip, it lasted 35 days.
The forest just seemed somehow darker and more sinister.
I noticed the trees were black and the scary mosses hanging down everywhere.
I drove out to the country one night and drove out to our house.
We had a long gravel road, and our house was about 200 yards back from the main road.
We actually lived at the end of a cul-de-sac, and we were the only house out there.
And I got home, and I pulled into the driveway, and we were all sitting around in the living room, my sister, my mom, and I. And the dogs started barking.
We had two Labrador retrievers, and they were barking at the front door.
And I opened the front door, thinking it might be a deer they were barking at, or another wild dog or something.
And they ran straight like a rabbit across our yard and then across the cul-de-sac into the lot across from us.
It was an all-wooded area.
And they were back in the woods for maybe 10, 20 seconds, and they started hightailing it back to the house.
And, you know, I'm not that brave, but I'm brave enough to get a flashlight and walk around and see what's, you know, in the woods across the street from my house.
As I walked across the yard, my sister and my mom, they weren't going to go with me.
The dogs followed me to the end of our yard and wouldn't go across the street with me.
I walked across the street.
I guess I'd been maybe five or ten feet into the woods across from our house when my sister just screamed, just bloody murder.
And I turned to look at her, and when I did that, she said, just run, run back to the house.
And I did.
I ran as fast as I could.
And when I got back to the house, I said, what was the deal?
And she said, just turn around real slow and look out in those woods.
And right where I had been, maybe five or ten feet from where I had been standing, there were these two red glowing eyes.
And I have never in my life, listen, I have never, it'd give me the willies thinking about it now.
I have never in my life felt more terror.
We went in the house, we called the sheriff.
The sheriff came out, rummaged around.
There was nothing out there.
Absolutely nothing.
But for the rest of the time, the rest of my life in the country, in that Louisiana town, at any given night, unearthly screams and weird stuff in those woods.
And as soon as I could, I moved out.
The creepiest thing.
I can't explain those eyes where there's the weirdest.
Again, in Louisiana, when I lived in New Orleans, I have a story I like to call the skeleton story.
When I was a small child, I must have been four or five.
I have the remembrance of waking up in my bed on two occasions and a blue, pale light coming from outside my window.
I open up, I just pull the curtain aside, and there's like two skeleton faces outside my window, and it scared the crap out of me.
Then, on another occasion, I saw another blue light in my hallway, and the skeleton figure walked right down the hallway into my sister's room, and that's all I remember.