Ghost to Ghost 1996 features Art Bell hosting chilling accounts: Sherry’s 1880s haunted house with violent rocking chairs and white mist, David’s vanished ship spirit on the Queen Mary (1984), and Native American battle hauntings near Pipestone, Minnesota. Callers describe eerie premonitions—Tom’s mother appearing mid-class (1995)—and cursed sites like Oklahoma’s Ghost Tracks, where vehicles stall with child-sized handprints left in baby powder. Ouija-induced visions, unexplained darts, and a Santa Claus head whispering "ho ho ho" at a San Diego hotel add to the supernatural tapestry, culminating in Bell’s affirmation that death’s lingering energy defies logic, leaving listeners unsettled by the night’s undeniable phenomena. [Automatically generated summary]
From the hot desert in the great American Southwest, I bid you all good evening and good morning from the Hawaiian East Country, Eastward Country to the Caribbean and the U.S. Virgin Islands South and South America North to the Pole and worldwide on the internet.
This is Ghosts to Ghosts AM This morning, ladies and gentlemen, we're going to do something just a little bit different.
Ghost stories, real ones, from all of you all night long.
I've been doing this on this program, if I can remember to call it the right name, Ghost2Ghost AM.
I've been doing this for years and years and years at Halloween.
Now, on the West Coast or Hawaii, you're probably saying this is not yet Halloween.
Points eastward are well aware it is now Halloween.
The bulk of the program in whatever time zone you reside, save perhaps Hawaii, will be on Halloween.
Now, when I do a ghost show, I do a serious ghost show.
That's all we talk about.
That's all we do is tell ghost stories.
Real ghost stories, because ghosts are real.
That is my attitude about it.
It has been for years.
I've heard too many stories to believe otherwise.
What creates a ghost?
What is a ghost?
I don't know.
I just know that there really is something out there.
And so, as a traditional item on this day of the year, we do nothing but tell ghost stories.
And this is you.
We could have a guest.
There are many, many experts out there, people who would like to come on on Halloween.
But I don't do that.
I restrict it to all of you.
And I hope you will respect the fact that what we're looking for are serious and real stories of ghosts.
Now, there certainly is something out there.
I don't know what creates them.
It seems as though unsuspected or surprising quick death will cause somebody to stay on.
It seems as though unrequited love causes somebody to stay on.
And then there are literally myths that seem to continue.
And tonight, during the night, we will talk about all of those and more.
So, Ghost to Ghost coming up tonight.
Happy Halloween.
All right.
Back in 1989, my husband and I moved into an old house built back in the 1880s here in Ashland, Oregon.
The house had been a rental for many years prior to moving in.
The landlord never mentioned anything strange occurring.
Shortly after we moved in, our daughter was born.
She was very ill, was hospitalized for a couple of months.
When we finally brought her home, she needed oxygen support plus the assistance of a heart monitor.
As her bedroom was small, we moved her crib into the living room in order to accommodate the medical equipment.
Every night I slept on the sofa next to her crib to keep a close eye on her.
One winter night, at about one in the morning, I woke up, as I usually did at that particular time, to check on her.
As I was sitting up, the rocking chair next to my daughter's crib began to rock back and forth by itself.
My terror and shock was further intensified when the chair continued to rock faster and faster.
It was almost as if whoever or whatever sitting in the chair was enjoying rocking.
Although paralyzed with fright, I was able to yank the covers back over my face.
That's what I do.
Of course, hoping that when I looked again, the whole thing would be, you know, just a dream.
After about five minutes, it seemed more like an eternity, I peeked out from under the covers only to find the chair still rocking by itself, needless to say.
I was so frightened I kept the covers over my head for the remainder of the night.
Fortunately, my daughter never did wake up.
She slept through the entire episode.
Since that night, other explained things began to manifest.
After coming home from a weekend trip, my husband and I found our daughter's framed baby pictures standing straight up on their sides, placed on the very edge of the shelf above the fireplace.
If the pictures had been moved forward even an eighth of an inch more, they would have toppled.
One afternoon, I was sitting at the kitchen table paying some bills.
All of a sudden, my daughter's baby monitor began to pick up strange rustling noises coming from the room where she was taking a nap.
The noises sounded as though someone or something was wearing heavy clothing that moved or shifted when they walked.
When I went to check on her, I found her sound asleep in the exact position she'd been in when I put her down for a nap.
Nothing in my daughter's room could logically explain the odd noise.
Since this was the middle of the summer, we had our windows shut, the air conditioner on all day long.
My daughter did not have any blankets on her either.
When I went back to the kitchen, the monitor began to pick up the same peculiar sounds.
Other times, mainly in the evening, my husband and I would see a white mist or a cloud float across the ceiling in the living room above the fireplace.
On several occasions, late in the evening, my husband and I would hear the voices of two elderly women talking.
The voices came from the bathroom.
Every time my husband got up to investigate, the voices ceased immediately.
To make a long story short, we decided we didn't want to raise our child in this already occupied house.
On the very last day we were there, a strong, almost sickening sweet aroma encompassed the area on both sides of the front door.
As the day progressed, the smell became stronger almost to the point that it was nauseating.
Interestingly, the current residents have not reported anything unusual.
Unfortunately, our unwanted house guest didn't seem to follow us to our new home.
Sincerely, Sherry in Ashland, Oregon.
The above story is true, and she supplies her phone number.
That's a haunted house.
So there are people that are haunted.
There are people who see ghosts.
There are ghosts that occupy houses and places of business.
In 1963, I bought a painting in an antique store of an 18th century lady.
The painting has hung in my living room ever since.
But when events do demand, she takes an active role.
That's right, an active role.
In 1970, when my youngest daughter was a few months old, we moved into Army quarters at Fort Bragg, just a few doors from Dr. McDonald's, a few days after the murders.
At night, I always shut Peggy's door, turned out her light.
Every morning, I found the light on, the door back open, the painting askew on the wall, as if she was protecting the baby.
Before my father died, my mother went into the living room and looked at Henrietta, as we call her, and came out saying the painting's eyes were so sad she couldn't stay in the same room.
Before my mother died, Henrietta developed a slight crack in her face, just below one eye, like she had been crying.
And I could really go on and on and on.
I've been sent, many of them are here.
I'll do one more.
Hey, Art, here is a true story about my cousin and her son.
At the time, my cousin's bedroom was upstairs while the son's was in the basement.
One night the son was having a dream during which he walked upstairs, entered his parents' bedroom, saw his parents covered in blood, and when he looked down, a gun was in his hands.
At the very same time, my cousin was having a dream in which she dreamed her son was coming in her bedroom and shooting her and her husband.
That dream scared her so badly, she woke up, headed down the stairs to her son.
Guess what?
She met him coming up the stairs, no gun in his hands, but both were scared and fell down crying in each other's arms.
A gun was kept upstairs, and the son knew where it was.
Was something driving him toward the gun?
Was something protecting the family?
Your guess is as good as mine.
Dennis, in Kansas City, can you imagine that?
A mother and a son having an identical dream of murder that came that close to consummating.
You tell me what that is.
So that is the spirit of it, if you will.
And if you have a ghost story that you would like to share with the rest of the nation, we would love to hear it.
And again, all I ask is that as I approach it, you too approach it in a serious vein, because this is a very serious subject.
And this is the annual show we call Ghost to Ghost.
So if you have a ghost story for us, pick your line and come ahead now.
Here we go.
Let's see what we can find throughout the night hours, the dark hours.
East of the Rockies, you're on Ghost to Ghost AM.
Hello there.
No, you're not.
Wildcard Line, you're on the air.
Ghost to Ghost AM.
unidentified
Hi, Art.
This is David in Bakersfield.
Hi, David.
True story, 1984.
It was around 84.
I went down to Long Beach to visit my friend, who's at USD in pre-med.
And while I was down there, she took me on a tour of the Queen Mary.
And I had never been to the Queen Mary and just had, you know, seen it in movies and stuff, never heard anything about it before at all.
So we go on the tour, and when I go into museums or things like that, I always go where you're not supposed to go.
So I got her and I said, let's go over the little rope railing, and we went down.
And down at the bottom of the boat is a swimming pool, but it was empty.
And you go down the stairs, and we were down there, and Brenda's the type of girl that she's a doctor now, and she's very scientific, and never believed in God, never believed in anything you couldn't see.
And I had always been the kind of the psychic winged, if you know what I mean?
And I didn't feel a thing.
And we walked down to the pool, and she stopped, and she said, I feel strange.
I feel something weird.
And that was very strange for her to even think that, let alone say it.
That's something that I would say.
So we go down, and we're just walking around the pool, and we look up, and there's a catwalk up there, a balcony.
And there is a man in coveralls, blue coveralls, with red hair and a red beard, and he's just walking there.
And I thought, oh, now we're in trouble because we're not supposed to be down here.
So I kind of just waved and said hi, and he just kept staring straight and just was walking.
And I thought, well, okay, great.
Maybe he didn't see it.
So I grabbed her and we hid around the post there.
And I peeked right around the corner.
He was in the middle of the catwalk, so I mean, it's long.
And I peeked right back around.
The guy was totally gone.
About a year later, I'm watching some special on TV about the Queen Mary.
And they had some actor portraying this certain spirit.
And it was the exact same guy that they had described, that he was crushed to death or something.
You see, people, souls, maybe we ought to call them souls, who are abruptly terminated when even they don't expect it, don't seem able to find their way to where they ought to be going.
Instead, they remain, or seem to remain, acting out as if from the damned this surprising end to their life.
Like a big tape loop.
I guess all we can hope for them is that it's not really them.
That it's some sort of weak echo of an unexpected death.
And he was about four miles out of town on a farm.
And there was a stretch of road there that runs between Knoxville, Georgia, and over to what is now I-75, 20 miles away, at a little town called Byron.
And certain portions of this road were considered to be haunted.
Now, the strangest thing about it is after the road was paved in 1923, all the haunting ceased.
I can understand that a road, after all, people are killed on roads, on corners, particularly dangerous areas, passing zones, all that sort of thing.
unidentified
Yeah, in other words, there's a great assortment of stories called almost, in fact, somebody wrote them up years ago called Crawford County Tales.
But anyway, this is my father, when he was about 10, 11 years old, was riding with his father, his younger brother, and a black man who worked on the farm with him back from town headed home.
And as they crossed this, what they call Culpeper Creek, they saw ahead that a woman was walking in the middle of the road.
Now, this was not unusual in the country in about 1910.
And she wore the very typical, very country dress, the long, long gingham dress, and she had a bonnet on, and under her arm was a market basket.
Very common sight.
Well, as they pulled up behind her, my grandfather kind of tucked to the mutes and stuff and reined them back in so that, you know what I mean?
When you've got two mutles pulling the wagon, you have the wagon tongue in the middle.
And my mother, after I moved into this house, they told me they heard voices.
They heard a voice of a little boy, and he was always in the backyard saying, where's my grandpa?
And one night, my mother was coming downstairs to check on me and my son, and she saw a little boy run across right in front of the stairs.
She yelled for my father.
My father came downstairs with the baseball bat, and nobody was there.
Well, about three days after this, I recently put my son down for a nap, and I just got done to do a laundry, and I folded all of his clothes.
I went in there to put a load of laundry into my room, and all his clothes was unfolded.
And so about a week or so after that, my little brother was also living at the home with my parents at the time.
And my son woke up, and I looked up at the end of my bed, and I thought it was my little brother sitting at the end of my bed, and I asked him to go get me a bottle.
And I just glanced back down on my son, and I looked back up, and he was gone.
And I went back home to my parents' house, and I was asleep in bed, and I woke up, and the little boy was standing there looking over to where my son usually slept.
You know, that I'm not a big ghost believer, but now I am after that.
And another incident that I had, that this one's really brief, I'll make it really brief.
There was a lightning strikeout one day during a storm out in front of my house.
The lightning was really, it was a loud crash, and I ran out of the room, scared, you know, out of my wits.
But before I ran out of the room, a small piece of the lightning, I forget what they call it, it's the physics of lightning, a small piece of the lightning came off and hit the lamp in the room.
So I ran out on all four.
The next day, the next day, I went in that room to replace a light bulb because the lamp needed one.
I guess it may be that you would have to imagine that an entity has a way of putting the person it decides to be in the presence of at ease.
There would be no other way to explain that.
Otherwise, you should have been utterly startled.
I mean, with somebody just appearing in your house where they ought not to be, that is, at the very least, a break-in and something you would normally be immediately concerned about.
But there may be a way that these things put you at ease so people don't have heart attacks, so that people don't die on the spot of fright.
And believe me, believe me, it's possible to die of fright.
So maybe in making their appearance, these entities have a way of calming you.
I suppose one might suggest, as a spider may paralyze and calm its victim, and sort of store it and keep it for a while, but not with that same intent in mind.
Otherwise, you'd have a heart attack and you'd die of fright.
I wouldn't rebuild on that property for all the tea in China.
unidentified
No, I wouldn't either.
I wouldn't either.
My hair stood up on the back of my neck last year when I was listening to your Halloween show, and a lady called in and described practically the same thing that she had told me.
One that happened in a small mining town in Ohio when I was a child.
My aunt and uncle had rented a house.
The old man that had lived in it was sent off to the nursing home against his will and swore that he would come back.
Well, he died in the nursing home.
They moved in, and strange things began to happen.
They would smell cabbage boiling.
They would hear footsteps going down the hallway and the toilet flushed in the middle of the night.
And of course, no one was there.
Well, I went over to spend the night with my cousins, and my girl cousin and I woke up in the middle of the night to find two greyhounds standing in the bedroom with their leashes sticking straight up in the air.
What transpired after that was one night my aunt was bathing one of the children in the kitchen sink and she looked out the back door and there was a man standing there and she kept calling to him to answer her.
He wouldn't answer her so she went and got the shotgun and fired point blank through the door.
Well the neighbor guy came running to find out what was going on and of course there was no one there.
When she gave the description he described it as the old man that lived there.
The next day my aunt, why she didn't leave I don't know, but the next day she had made the comment that she was going to go out and pick the grapes that were on the vines and make some jelly.
So she got up bright and early to go out and pick the grapes and they were all withered on the vines.
It's easy to say if I was so scared by something that I would pick up a shotgun and fire blankly through a door, I'd be the hell out of there.
But in reality, we have lives: homes, apartments, places where we live, and deposits, and the real things of life, telephones, mail delivery, a million things that tie us to a place.
So what we tend to do is rationalize what has occurred.
Explain it away in our own minds, so we don't have to do what we really think we ought to do.
And that is get the hell out of there.
On the other hand, two or three experiences may be more than enough.
It was more toward the middle of the night in the morning.
And I got up, and then I just, I didn't know why.
I looked around, and I couldn't find my mother or anyone around.
I went through the house and finally found all of my family members for some reason.
And, you know, it was odd of them being there that night.
And they were all sitting around, and they all seemed, you know, really sad.
And I asked what was wrong, and no one would tell me.
So I got a drink of water like a good little kid and went to bed.
And when I was asleep, I was trying to go to bed, and I looked up at some point and saw something at the foot of my bed.
This is a very common story, I'm sure.
It looked kind of greenish-white, and I just, you know, as a kid, you know, I just saw that, and I just, you know, got scared and just put the covers over my head.
And he had gone down there, and he was in the emergency room, and it was his time to come up, and apparently he felt someone else there needed help more than he did.
And finally, when they got to him, you know how things are in an emergency room, he walked in, and as he was walking in, he collapsed, and he was dead.
And I've had a number of guests lately, all of which have confirmed that teenage girls project things because they are so emotional, their hormones are raging.
And I was a signalman, and there was myself and another signalman who were up at the signal bridge.
The front part of the signal bridge was fairly open and spacious and everything.
But the area in back was very narrow, and there was just like a small walkway.
We were both sitting in what we call the signal shack and in the back part area.
And there was a doorway right near, right in this room.
And this ship, being old and everything like that, I mean, there was no way we ran this one up, down, sideways, whichever, you know, trying to figure this one out afterwards.
And it could have been someone trying to play a trick, but we really don't think so because, you know, we could hear anybody sneaking around.
I mean, it's just that type of a ship.
But we were sitting there, and all of a sudden on this door, on this hatch, you know, we start hearing this knocking.
And it wasn't none of this, you know, friendly, hi, how are you?
Open up the door, let me in type knock.
It was a steady bang, bang, bang, bang.
You know, and it was like, you know, I mean, made my willy hairs stand right on end.
But the thing was that we closed the door and after looking around and then it was like, oh, I don't know, 20, 30 minutes later, this, you know, knocking came back.
And, you know, we started, you know, it's like, call on out, knock it off, you guys, and it just kept on going.
In other words, you came back at it from both directions to catch whoever it was.
unidentified
Right.
You know, and the only way, if there would have been someone up there, the only way they would have been able to get off of the bridge without being seen was to jump off of the bridge.
And that would have, you know, that was like about a 20-foot drop.
At the end of that experience, which lasted maybe a minute or so, this thought entered my mind and it said, well, when you get home, if one of your sisters called and says, and your wife says she was real upset, that was your mom visiting you in class.
But that was sort of like a hell on earth, as I recall it.
unidentified
Okay.
All right, they're called the Ghost Track.
And I had my daughter research it.
And it turns out that in the 1940s, on an afternoon, a school bus was taking some kids home that lived down in that area around the old missions, south, around San Antonio River.
And what happened is as they were going over the track into their little neighborhood, the dang bus stalled, and this darn train couldn't stop in time.
They didn't have road crossings back then, track crossings and stuff, warnings.
And it hit the bus and it killed the driver, I understand, and all the children that were left on the bus.
Oh, my.
So I had my daughter and her boyfriend show me how to get out there last Saturday just to go see, you know, before I gave you a call.
And she researched it.
And we went out there and you go up across the tracks and you can, I was very skeptical.
I was looking at the lay of the land and everything.
Because the legend is, or the story is, that's why they call it the ghost tracks, that the children, if you stop there, that they will push you over the track.
All right, so what you think is going on is that the spirit of these children doesn't want to ever see anybody ever get stuck there and they push you over.
unidentified
That's the only thing I can figure because there are handprints in the powder on the trunks of the cars that were.
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All right, you're listening to Ghost to Ghost AM.
This means that we tell ghost stories all night long.
It is Halloween.
And as I told the earlier audience, it is also the birth date of the state of Nevada.
Born on Halloween.
Nevada carries a lot of firsts, per capita murder rates, cancer rates, things that happen here in Nevada that are sort of proof of excess, if you will.
That's Nevada.
Born on this day.
Halloween.
What a day to have joined the union, wouldn't you say?
Yes, Nevada.
Nevada's having a birthday today.
We're going to break here at the top of the hour, and we will be.
Well, we'll leave it for the audience to decide from New Haven, Connecticut.
Do you think that there could be something in a mask, in a thing?
I think things can be possessed, can't they?
Mr. Bell, I'm an avid listener to your program.
It helps me pass the time on slow nights working the streets here in the Denver metro area.
The following incident actually occurred and was documented in official police records with my agency.
The names and locations have been changed to protect the privacy of those involved.
On October 29, 1993, at 14.30 hours, 2.30 for the non-military, I was dispatched to the scene of a hysterical woman in a court facility under my jurisdiction.
Upon my arrival, I found a 42-year-old Hispanic female in tears and extreme emotional distress.
The individual was employed as a janitor, had been cleaning a courtroom on the fifth floor, and had just witnessed something that frightened her terribly.
I was able to calm the woman and proceeded to ask her what had happened.
She described working in the courtroom after a daily session when she felt a chill surround her.
She glanced to her left when she perceived someone standing near the doors to the courtroom.
As she turned toward the person, the person dissolved and was gone.
It was then when the victim became agitated and ran from the courtroom.
The apparition was described as a white female with long black hair to her waist and wearing an archaic red dress.
I was somewhat amused by the incident.
Didn't quite believe the lady that someone may have been playing a Halloween joke on her.
At her insistence, I examined the area and found nothing out of the ordinary.
I did feel this would be a great Halloween report for the record, so I decided to go ahead and file a report.
As I was leaving the building, I was dispatched on another call to meet a detective in the same building.
So I met with the detective in his office, and he reported to me that he had witnessed a strange circumstance in the basement near the elevators.
He was somewhat reluctant to tell me all the story, but I was finally able to make sense of what he was trying to say.
Apparently, the detective was walking toward the elevators, remember folks, same building, when he observed, you've got it, a white female with long black hair wearing a red dress standing at the elevator doors.
As they opened, the woman stepped inside.
The detective called for her to hold the door for him.
She did not.
It closed just as he got there.
The detective then pushed the call button for the elevator.
The doors immediately opened, and nobody was there.
The detective stated the elevator had not moved.
There was no sign of the woman or any way she could have exited the elevator within the time allowed.
Knowing that police officers are often given to pulling pranks on one another, I suspected I might be getting set up.
But I went ahead and added the detective's statement to that report.
When I returned to the station for end of shift, I showed the report to a fellow officer who studied this kind of thing.
She was very interested, and I was surprised at her behavior.
She called a friend of hers.
We all went back to the courthouse and entered the courtroom.
It was now midnight on the dot when we sat in the room in question.
My friend sat on one side of the room, I on the other, supposedly to keep from interfering with their procedure.
I was very unaware at this point what to expect.
I still thought I was getting set up.
All of a sudden, the temperature in the room dropped drastically.
I felt a tingling on my skin.
I looked at my partner and her friend, and they seemed to be in a trance-like state.
I was getting a little frightened when they said, she's here.
And I left the courtroom by the nearest door available.
I didn't know if there really was something there, but I was of the mind to wait outside the room.
Suddenly, my partner and her friend opened the door of the courtroom and asked me back inside.
After some considerable argument, I returned with them.
Never saw anything, but I felt a presence near me, and I asked my partner what the thing wanted.
I was told the spirit wanted to tell or ask me something.
At this point, I really was frightened.
So I asked, what does it want?
I was told by my partner's friend that the spirit wanted to know if it was all right to leave.
I looked at my partner, and she nodded to me.
And so I told the spirit she could leave, and everything was alright.
As suddenly as it appeared, the cold, the feeling of presence disappeared.
I was completely in awe.
My partner later told me that the spirit was looking for someone to tell her it was okay to leave this world and go on.
I'm not sure what really happened, but I do know there was something there, and that I will never again scoff at the fears or perceptions of another human being.
That is a Denver police officer, whose name I will withhold.
I had an experience back in the mid-70s in a house my new wife and I had moved into.
She worked days and I worked nights, so we weren't there at the same time very often, but we both started noticing things when we were there by ourselves where there would be a vibrating noise.
We could never quite pinpoint it down.
It didn't seem to last long enough to pinpoint it.
Finally, one day I was there by myself in mid-morning, heard the vibrating, and started walking around the house trying to pinpoint it.
And it happened to be a vase sitting on a table.
And I touched it, could feel it vibrating, and as soon as I touched it, it quit.
Didn't think much more about it.
A few days later, the sound started again, tracked it down to a large mirror we had on the wall.
And for some reason or other, I had a real strange feeling as far as I wasn't sure if I wanted to touch the mirror or not.
The vibration, it would raise in tone and then lower and then raise and lower.
It stayed real steady.
Finally, I did put my hand on the mirror and felt the vibration, which did stop the vibration and the sound.
And it was kind of disquieting, you know.
I told my wife about it.
She said, yeah, she'd been hearing it too, here and there from time to time.
About a week later, mid-morning again, I'm doing dishes, looking out the back window.
I've got one sink piled with dishes to rinse.
I had a piece of glass taken out of the door of the toaster oven and had it all washed up and set it over on top of the other dishes.
And I was starting to get into the silverware section of it when this vibration started again.
It was real soft this time.
Walked around the house trying to find out where it was coming from this time.
Went back to the dishes and all the time still hearing the vibration real soft and low.
Well, now it starts to almost throb and getting higher and lower and louder and louder.
And all of a sudden I just realize that the noise is coming from the sink right in front of me where I'm putting these wash dishes to be rinsed.
And I'm just kind of looking down at the sink and it was as if a hammer was just with all of somebody or something's might hit the bottom of this piece of glass out of the toaster oven and it exploded straight up into my face.
For those of you who heard last hour, there was a particularly interesting story told by a lady in San Antonio about some haunted railroad tracks, where to this day, if you drive near them, well, to catch you up, there were some children in a school bus that were killed by a train on the tracks.
And the story goes that since that time, and this lady experienced it herself, if you drive near the tracks and stop your vehicle, your vehicle will begin to move automatically and will be, in effect, pushed across the tracks.
And people have been putting baby powder on the back of their cars and finding children's handprints in the baby powder.
And I just, after hearing that story, I just got this fact.
Hey, Art, you know about the school bus story where the children push the cars over the tracks?
It's true.
It was on one of our local news stories today.
They had video showing the car moving on its own, and they had video of the fingerprints.
Steve from Southern California thought you should hear that.
Well, anyway, we lived there about four years, and we constantly heard things, especially in the basement.
Our washer and dryer were in the basement, and it got to where my wife wouldn't go down into the basement unless I was in the house, and then at night she wouldn't even go down at all unless I went with her.
So we just got to where I did the laundry.
It may have been a trick on her part of.
A trick.
Anyway, my daughter would occasionally run to the basement stairs and yell, be quiet, Daggett, and the noise would stop.
Well, anyway, this was, like I say, just written off as, you know, an old house that creaked in a child's imagination.
One night, I went into her bedroom to read her bedtime story, and we had a large, overstuffed chair sitting next to her bed, and I sat down in the chair, and it was like I had walked into a meat locker.
I mean, it was so cold that it took my breath away.
And my daughter screamed, Daddy, get off of Daggett.
A week, two weeks goes by, and my wife's sitting there, and I say something about Henry, and a voice comes up, and it says, my name's not Henry, it's Harry.
So I'm talking away, and I actually, through time, this is over weeks, maybe even a couple months, and I feel him every night on my shoulder watching me.
One night he says to me, tell your wife I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to scare her.
I will not do it again.
The next day, of course, I wake up late.
The next day she says, your buddy visited me last night and scared the hell out of me.
And I says, what are you talking about?
She says, Henry was looking over me in my bed, and she says, I hollered at him and told him to get out of my room and never to come back again.
I got the wickedest feeling.
I looked at her and I says, that's what he meant.
She says, what?
I says, he told me to tell you he was sorry and it would never happen again.
About 1982, I had just remarried, and I was working on a swing shift.
And a guy, we were, either it was Halloween.
We were sitting around talking, and a guy was telling me that his son was putting up psychedelic pollsters in his bedroom, and something kept tearing them off the walls.
And I asked him where he lived and found out that he was kind of close to where I lived.
And my buddy and I and our wives went out one night, summer night, eight months later, and took a Ouija Board in the back of my pickup truck.
We parked in a deserted canyon, a box canyon adjacent to this housing truck where this man lived.
And my wife and I started playing with the Ouija board, and it has never worked for me, so I couldn't get anything.
Well, then Conrad, my friend, and one of the girls tried it, nothing happened.
And then the two girls tried it, and they started asking questions and started getting answers that there was a spirit there.
And my friend Conrad is making notes on a pad of paper.
And I was sitting there, and all of a sudden, I got this real weird feeling come over me.
And we had some folding chairs.
And I picked up a folding chair and went over to the edge of a ravine and just sat down and had this calm.
And then the next thing I know, my buddy Conrad is shaking.
He says, Dick, are you okay?
Are you okay?
And I said, what happened?
And he says, listen to this.
If he'd come over with a tape recorder and I had been sitting there chanting some really weird stuff and he had it on the tape recorder.
And he says, what is this?
And I says, I don't know.
I said, I don't know where it came from.
Well, then Conrad got a weird feeling.
We went back to the truck.
The girls were sitting there kind of shook up.
And then Conrad went and sat in that chair, and he had the paper still in his hand, and he started writing.
And he wrote three pages of what would look like, at the time I thought maybe kind of Chinese.
And then later I found out it looks like what the Lakota Sioux writing used to look like.
And we don't know what was going on.
We knew there was a spirit there or something.
And I said, you know, let's get out of here.
And so we started picking up our stuff and putting it in the truck.
And Conrad's wife, who was slight in stature, all of a sudden jumped out of the truck and was standing there like she was a man.
Her arms flexed out to her side and her voice came out in this low voice.
And she started talking to us in English.
And I don't remember everything that she said because we talked to this spirit that was coming through Barbara for a long time.
But basically what we found out was there was a hunting party of Indians up in this box canyon.
Family recently came into money some time ago, and we bought an old house, and we're restoring it, and we started our, my wife started an antique store.
And after a while, we got getting a nice collection going.
We noticed strange things happening.
Some of the antiques that we would get would end up on the floor or across the room.
But the strange thing was, these were children's toys, mostly dolls.
maybe you had found the center of it and and you cured it somehow Well, it hadn't dawned on us until we had sold this particular item and everything started up again.
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So we have been trying to track down this doll to get it back to you.
i thought it was over but he sold the doll and now it is returned whatever it is it wants that all back and i suspect if it doesn't get it West of the Rockies, you're on the air.
And she was running a mile a minute back to the car, and she had tears rolling out of her eyes, and she never, never told me what she heard or seen or felt.
She would never talk about it.
And that's probably something I never forgot since I was on that island.
My story was really creepy because I never believed in it.
My best friend and I got to be real close when we were growing up.
And this happened in Connecticut.
And his father was killed.
And after that, it was probably two or three months after that.
He told me one day that he thought that somebody was watching him, that he would see a man like across the street, or if he was in a store, he could see a man outside on the street, across the street, watching him.
And I said, well, you're out of your mind, or have you ever told anybody, call the cops or anything?
And he said, no.
And he was a pretty conservative kid.
We were about 17 at the time.
And one day, and this kept happening more frequently.
It wouldn't happen just once a month.
Sometimes it was happening two, three times a month, and sometimes it was happening once a week.
And one day I went over to his house, and he was, I walked through the door and went into the kitchen, and he was sitting at the kitchen table talking to a guy.
And I just saw this guy for an instant.
And my friend looked at me, and when we both looked to where this guy was sitting, he wasn't sitting there anymore.
And I had fallen, it was the middle of the summer, I had fallen asleep in the living room watching TV.
And I would say about somewhere around 1, 2 o'clock in the morning, something came by me and whisked by my shoulder and kind of woke me up out of a dead sleep.
And when I lifted the covers off my head to see what was there, there was nothing there at all.
But whatever was next to me or what had woken me up had scared me so bad to the point that I was like paralyzed.
I couldn't move at all.
And all I could think of was trying to get back.
I was 11 years old at the time, trying to get back to where my mom's bedroom was at the time.
I couldn't move at all.
I was just frightened.
I felt an area's presence around me.
And within about five minutes of me being woken up, the light in my mom's bedroom had went on.
And my brother Jerry was sleeping with my mom back in the back bedroom because my dad was at work.
Anyways, the light went on.
As soon as that light went on, I ran as fast as I could from the living room all the way to the back of the house to where my mom was, and something had woke her up as well.
And I told her, well, I'm going to let the dog in because there's something in the house.
As soon as we opened up that back door and let our German shepherd come in, the dog just started barking like crazy.
It just was going down the hall, whatever was in the house, whatever spirit or whatever it was, the dog was actually backing the spirit away to keep the spirit away from us.
And I'll tell you what, none of us the rest of that night got any sleep whatsoever.
And within, I think, the next day or so, I don't remember exactly how many days it was, but I'm pretty sure it was like the next day when my dad had got home.
We called the priest and had a priest come over and bless the house and everything.
And ever since that time, we've never felt, you know, never had any problems with it.
Well, I really don't want to relate all of this stories.
Suffice it to say that as an adult, I don't go to sleep with open closets.
I close them.
I'd really rather not relate the experience that has me doing this.
But I close closets.
I will absolutely, even if I'm on the edge of sleep and I detect there is an open closet, I will, I guarantee you, I guarantee you, go and close it first.
We had a candle on, and the light seemed so bright, even to me, myself, and the spirit was complaining about it being so bright, asking her to blow it out.
And then she did.
And as that happened, I look over to the side of the room, and I see my father standing there, who died when I was two years old.
So I go over to give my father a hug, because, you know, I've never even actually known him.
And I go to give him a hug, and as soon as I do, he disappears.
And my vision, from what I'm seeing, goes completely black.
And I start seeing serpents with two heads, red eyes, rats.
Everything is black with red eyes.
It's horrible.
And then the next thing that I come to realize is the lights are on, and she's just panicked.
She's like, and I run to the bathroom because I can't even breathe.
And she seemed to be moving in slow motion, coming down the hill towards us, darting back into the trees, and then coming down a little bit further and reappearing.
And although her shape was sort of, she looked torn and tattered, but she was like a green glow.
Yeah, so we went in and we ran and we told everybody and they said a weird thing also happened in that house where they had their speaker set up in this house and they're sitting there listening to the stereo and all the speaker wires started flying off the wall and unplugged the speakers.
And by the way, I want to thank my wife for decorating my studio with all kinds of nifty things.
As a matter of fact, there is a skull.
She's hung crepe, but she always does for me.
There's a skull right above me, and if I clap my hands, it chatters its teeth.
And it lights up, and it sounds horrible.
And then there's a little guy from one of the horrible TV shows that's here.
Now I've got a little thing, and I can push buttons on this little thing, and I get weird sounds of all kinds.
I'm telling you, she has done it up for me.
So, you see, I'm in the mood here, and how much you want to get in the mood is dependent on, well, the guts you have, the body parts you have, how far you're willing to turn down the lights.
The only thing I won't do is open the closet.
East of the Rockies, you are on the air, top of the morning to you.
You know, let me tell you something real fast, though, before I tell you my story, because I heard what you were saying about that clattering teeth little skull thing you had.
I must have been about five or six years old, and this carried on for a few years.
I lived in a home in Pomona, California.
And I don't have a full recollection of the layout of the home, but I remember my room I shared with my brother was a pretty good-sized room at the end of a hallway.
And if you would walk down the hallway toward where the living room would be, to the left was our kitchen.
Now, my mother worked a graveyard shift during that time.
She worked at a factory of some kind, and she had to leave real late at night.
And I remember the first incident that ever occurred in that house was at, I knew all, okay, I lived kind of with the trick family that the kids stayed in the room until they were allowed to get up in the morning For breakfast.
You know, we were real little, all of us, those three of us.
My brother, myself, and my sister, who had another room in a different part of the house.
Well, I remember all the noises that I would hear: my mother making coffee, you know, stirring the cup and saying the cup down, and then turning the lights off and then going out the front door, closing it lock, and then jumping in the car and leaving.
Well, I do remember the first incident that I can actually recall directly was hearing, after she was gone, and the house was dark again, I heard the sound of the coffee cup clanking down on the counter.
Now, this happened, that was pretty much it at first, and I thought, now what is this?
You know, I started getting curious because I know that she'd left for work, you know.
Well, one night, I heard the coffee cup go down, and I saw the light turn on after my mom had left.
So I got up and I went to see if my mom had come back somehow.
Well, I go to the kitchen, and nobody is there.
Now, incidents started to increase like this, and I would tell my dad, and I would tell my mother, I would tell any adult that would listen to me, including parents of my friends, and they all thought I was dreaming, and, you know, they didn't believe me.
They don't listen to kids enough, I don't think.
I do.
Well, incidents started to increase, and also something else started happening, too.
My dogs would get out, and we had two short-haired dogs.
We'd let in at nighttime, and we had them in the back room.
We had the washing machine and dryer.
And pretty much, quite frequently, you know, I wouldn't say every day, but I'd say at least once a week, the dogs would get out, and they'd come tearing up the hallway and jumping on our beds and stuff.
And my dad would get myself and my brother in trouble for that, thinking that we're letting the dogs out.
Never once did either my brother or I ever do that ever.
But we're accused of it pretty much every day, you know, because it seemed as though that was happening.
And I'm beginning to wonder about that now.
But the incidents that I know were spiritual in nature started to improve, started to improve, started to increase.
For example, when I would wake up suddenly with a start during the night.
And something would wake me up, and why or how sharply I can't really explain.
But there would be a very, very cold presence in the room, extremely, extremely cold, and it would be hovering right over my bed.
And I know it was something, but I didn't know what it was.
But it would come quite frequently, and it would seem as though it was draining energy for me, because it would go from my feet up into my chest area.
I would get up and I would run for it into, like, what my grandmother's room was and jump into bed with her and hide from this thing.
Well, this continued for the very, very longest time.
Now, I know I haven't got much time, so I'm just going to get to the good part.
There came a time when we were going to move from the house.
And I remember telling this whatever, that, you know, never bother me again.
You know, never ever bother me again.
We moved to a house in Ontario, California.
Within about a year or so, I was in about the fourth grade by this time.
I remember this incident very specifically, looking up the hallway and seeing a very short man, very white, glowing like a powdery white color, walking up the hallway.
Hands in his pockets like wearing a Navy pea coat, and his head was crouched down.
He went right into my room.
I dunked underneath the covers, but I could tell he was right outside.
I kind of peek out, and he's right there.
He puts his hand on me, and I do not know how to describe this.
Maybe some of your guests have experienced this before, too, or your other listeners.
But it seemed as though he was reading my mind.
Like every thought I had, he was telling what I was thinking.
And the only thing I could say, that was the weirdest experience, and absolutely impossible to describe.
But I do remember seeing the person's face, and it was blank.
And so I would go down to the basement, and the layout of the station, say from the south wall there were deaths.
Going north, there would be the stairwell to the basement.
On the other side of that would be the wall of automated machines, and then just straight over to the opposite wall.
I'd be downstairs hearing footsteps move from the desk across the stairway through the automation just in a straight line, just a big thud, thud, thud, thud.
In other words, it can be transferred, usually because it occupies a person and that person brings it to a new place.
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Yeah, that's what happened with this.
His wife left his house with his kids, said it had gotten that bad, told him to have a priest come in there and bless the house or move or whatever, but she wasn't coming back until something was done.
Had a priest come in and bless the house.
The minute they did that, stopped there, everything started up out at the radio station where he worked.
And of course, he comes out of it just as we pass, and the arm goes up.
I'm screaming by now.
Oh, my God.
He's screaming.
My buddy, peddling like hell.
And I go like right under his arm.
The kid touches me.
Okay.
And we're out of there.
Okay, the police, a big friend of mine, let's go back and go and get him.
You know, it's some weirdo.
Well, Art, I had never had anybody die around me.
But sure enough, within that week, my best friend, not the guy I was with on the bike, but did he not die on a motorcycle down out in front of the beach?
He was going too fast.
We were taking turns on this motorcycle.
Woman from the middle lane cut across right in front of him to get into the parking lot.
Yeah, I don't know what it is about that kind of death, but everybody out there who's ever contemplating such a thing should bear in mind these sorts of stories.
These spirits seem to be caught or linger or don't know to go on.
I don't know what occurs to them.
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Yeah, it was the strangest thing because I questioned another friend.
I've never told this guy about it.
But I questioned another friend who grew up in the area and he told me all about it.
And it's like, you know, I never believed in that kind of stuff either, but I firmly believe these days.
Art, in 1971, I was working for a company that managed apartment units in San Jose, California.
My job was to repair and maintain them.
There was one apartment building in East San Jose where tenants were constantly complaining about one of the units on the second floor.
All the people who lived on that floor said that people were constantly coming and going from the apartment in question at all hours of the night.
They also said there were people chanting and screaming came from the unit late at night.
The police had responded to the address many times, but no charges were ever proven.
At last, my company succeeded in evicting the tenants and a work order was issued to prepare the apartment for new tenants.
So, the next morning, I responded to the unit to inspect, repair, issue cleaning orders, or whatever was needed to rent the unit.
As I was trying to open the door, a kind old black lady from down the hall came over and said to me, son, don't go into that apartment before you bring a priest to bless it.
All the light bulbs replaced with red tinted bulbs.
In the center of the living room, the carpet had been ripped out, and a pentagram painted inside a circle about eight feet in diameter was in the center of the room.
In other rooms, there were altars of some kind and the remains of small animals that had been tortured and killed recently.
After the police had been called, made their reports and left, I rented a dumpster and cleaned the place out.
As I was hauling all this carnage out of the building, a man approached me and told me not to defile the sacred place, or I would be in great danger.
Not being a believer, I told him unless he disappeared real quick, he'd be the one in great danger.
After a long and disgusting day, I went home, not wanting to upset my wife, told her nothing of the events of that day.
The evening, a normal one.
Later that night, we went to bed.
At about 2 a.m., I was awakened by my dog going crazy and my wife screaming at the top of her lungs.
As I sat up in bed, I felt the room was freezing cold.
There were two pillars of blue light that went from the floor at the foot of our bed to the ceiling.
The pillars were pulsating blue light and shimmering in the dark.
My wife began to pray.
I screamed.
Several minutes later, the lights faded away.
The next day, I contracted the rest of the job and never responded to that address again.
She was sitting, talking on the phone with her boyfriend, and all of a sudden, the water in the bathroom, in the tub in the sink, just shot on full force.
And there was no one in there.
And so finally, she got the courage to go peek at the bathroom, and the water turned off.
The End AR, two cousins of mine who are brothers, slept in the basement of an old house about 25 years ago.
Both were teenagers.
The younger was very angry with his father, who was divorced from his wife.
One night, the boys drew a pentagram on the basement floor surrounded by candles and tried to raise a spirit to perform some evil act against their father.
Well, after a while, with nothing having happened, the boys went to bed.
In the basement, there was an anvil that was so heavy, the boys together couldn't even budget an inch.
Early in the morning, the boys were awakened by the sound of that anvil scraping across the basement floor.
They turned on the lights, and indeed the anvil had moved several feet.
Needless to say, they were frightened out of their wits.
The elder of the boys never again would go anywhere near the basement.
My wife was asleep, and I was out watching one of the shows they have at Waikiki every night.
And there were two enormous Hawaiian men that just sang like birds.
And he was married to this beautiful young woman who would dance.
And as I watched this woman during the evening, there was something about this woman that just completely bothered me.
It just unnerved me.
Something unnatural about the way she danced.
And as I watched her, at one point, I had a distinct feeling that I was watching a snake dance.
It was just for a second, just kind of like an overshadowing, just something.
And we had this eye contact, and she looked at me like, like, oh, the secret's out.
And I was completely unnerved, and I walked back to the room and fell asleep and was only asleep for maybe a couple minutes when my wife let out the most blood-curdling scream, jumped out of bed, ran to the door, was clawing at the door, trying to get out of the room.
She woke up screaming, jumped out of bed, ran to the door of our hotel room, and was clawing at the door on her knees trying to get out of the room, just screaming, trying to get out of this room.
And I brought her up, and she said she came to and there was something standing over the bed looking down at her.
And it was just a couple of moments later.
And I did my best to calm her down, and she went back to sleep almost immediately, almost like if you were talking to someone who's been walking in their sleep.
And in the morning we spoke, and I had the distinct feeling that I had seen this lady dancing, that it's her familiar or whatever it was she used to do her act, had seen me and followed me back to the room.
And the second I'd fallen asleep, this thing had hovered over my wife and woken her up and just.
And on the way back to the car, I looked off to my left, and there was, well, no, it was my right, there was a meadow, and something caught my eye, and I was just like fixed on the spot.
What I saw was like gray figures out of the corner of my eye making a circle and moving like counterclockwise around a glowing, like a fire or something.
And I didn't think anything of it until all of a sudden my friend stopped and turned and looked where I was looking and said, look at that.
They're dancing.
And at this point, everybody in the group freaked.
We started running.
And as we started to run, there were other gray figures coming from both sides of the road, following us like scouts and stuff.
Just coming at us.
And I was freaking at this point.
I was into a lot of things.
I had a dragon necklace on that had been a protection spell put on it by Wiccans, you know, witches and stuff.
And at this point, I grabbed, you know, my necklace.
And I was just like, dragons, please help us.
At this point, a bright light shined in our face.
And all of a sudden, all the heaviness and everything dropped.
We all stopped.
Turned out to be a golden police officer who detained us.
Some of us had warrants out for parking tickets and whatnot.
We all gave the IDs.
Everything went okay.
We left.
There's only one road going in and out.
And we watched for him coming back, and he never came back.
And we were all freaked out.
But the next day we got our courage up and went back up in two separate groups without talking to each other.
We went up.
I got about halfway up the mountain into the park.
I saw my friend's car, which had just been redone and everything, just dead as a doornail.
We finally got that started up and got to the top of the mountain where all this had started.
We went up to the spot where we had been sitting at that point, and there were thousands of ladybugs crawling all over the spot where we had all been sitting.
I was into, you know, everything, the Ouija, you know, everything.
And come to find out, you know, talking to other people and everything, that that's a common occurrence when something paranormal or spiritual happens, that especially ladybugs, which are the symbol of, like, good luck, tend to, I don't know, congregate at a spot where something bad might have happened.
And I had known, as a Christian, I had known that we had authority over anything.
But that thing was gone.
And after that, the whole house warmed up again.
But it was the bizarrest experience that I have ever.
I have no idea why, what triggered it.
But it was so real.
And for a while, I thought I imagined it.
And I didn't share it with anybody.
But as I've over the years heard more people account of the same type of experiences, that something had manifested itself at the foot of my bed that had been there.
I had an experience at the Custer Battlefield about five years ago.
Went out there with my family, and I'd gone ahead to the battle site by myself, and I was up there in the afternoon, and it turned out I was the last person in the park.
The Ranger came up and said he'd go ahead and leave the gate unlocked, and I could let myself out.
I didn't believe it.
So I'm up there right by the mass gravesite, and decided to take a walk along this path they have over to where some other guys were slaughtered.
I was walking along there, and it's real quiet.
The only thing you could hear was the wind in your ears.
And I'm walking along, and I heard a, very definite, it was a gravel path.
I heard a footstep right behind me, and I turned around.
I thought the ranger was back to tell me I had to leave now.
About a year prior to my sister's death in 1980, my younger sister, she had a couple of strokes at my parents' house, and she was incoherent for about a month.
She would just babble, and she would just stare straightforward.
And after she came out of that, we asked her, do you remember anything about the time that you were in that state?
And she said, I remember a half-man, half-goat-type demon.