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Oct. 30, 1996 - Art Bell

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Coast to Coast AM with Art Bell - Ghost to Ghost 1996

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	From the high desert and the great American Southwest, I bid you all good evening and
	good morning.
	Oh, yeah.
	From the Hawaiian-Tunisian island chains, eastward over flyover country, to the Caribbean and the U.S.
	Virgin Islands, south into South America, north to the pole, and worldwide on the Internet, this is Ghost to Ghost 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, Ghost to Ghost 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, say 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 a 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 houseguest 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.
	Because they are real.
	I think a lot of people don't want to believe it.
	But they are real.
	Here's another one for you, Art.
	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.
	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.
	Wild Card Line, you're on the air.
	Ghost to Ghost AM.
	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.
	She was at USC in pre-med.
	And while I was down there, she took me on a tour of the Queen Mary.
	Oh yes.
	And I had never been to the Queen Mary and just had 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 kind of the psychic wing, 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.
	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, OK, 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'm in slung.
	I picked 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.
	And I called her up and I said turn on the TV.
	The guy who disappeared on Earth?
	There he is.
	Alright, thank you very much for that.
	Well, exactly.
	So he proves my point.
	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.
	First time caller line, you're on the air.
	Hi.
	Hey, Art.
	Hello.
	This is Fred from South Pasadena.
	Yes, Fred.
	Hey, I have a great ghost story.
	Let her rip.
	Scared the heck out of me.
	When I was about 18, I moved to Ravenna, Ohio.
	And I moved in with some people who told me, the lady told me she'd been a witch for some time.
	And Ravenna was where all the real witches from Salem moved to.
	Okay.
	I mean, it's not every day that somebody admits to you that I'm a witch.
	Yeah.
	And she told me some things that scared me.
	She told me a lot of things about things that happened to me when I was a kid, so it was very strange.
	She's a nice person.
	She knew about you.
	Yes, she did.
	But she said, you know, a lot of weird things happened there.
	All the real witches of Salem had moved to Ravenna, Ohio.
	Why Ravenna, Ohio?
	She never told me that, but there were weird things that happened there.
	Like what?
	Big hives of bees stinging people.
	That was one of the things that I read.
	Yes, I believe you, sir, and I believe in a kind of a magic.
	Um, which witchcraft, uh, really is, uh, at least the form you're talking about.
	Sure.
	And, uh, I believe, thank you, I believe there are curses.
	I believe it is possible to affect people.
	One person's mind can indeed affect another.
	In a negative way.
	We talked about that the other night, uh, with Brad Steiger, and he said, absolutely.
	Absolutely.
	So there are people who practice and play with that power.
	It is dark stuff, indeed.
	East of the Rockies, you're on the air.
	Hi, yeah, I've got a ghost story for you.
	All right, that's what we want.
	Where are you calling from?
	Janesville, Wisconsin.
	All right, go right ahead.
	Yeah, well, about 15 years of age, I lived over in southwestern Minnesota near Pipestone.
	Yes, sir.
	And I've got an Indian reservation around that area, and a bunch of friends and I were out Camping and we're kind of around by a small little lake and during the night we started hearing you know horses and these war cries and so I mean we got up we're out looking around and we didn't see anything and I stopped to lean up against the tree to light up my cigarette and all of a sudden I hear this right next to my ear
	Hmm.
	Well, I took off, you know, all of us scared out of our wits.
	We don't know what's going on.
	And the next morning we went back and I went to the same tree and I pulled an arrowhead right where I heard it hit.
	Wow!
	You mean it was the thump of an arrowhead hitting?
	Yes.
	And that's all that was left in the tree was the arrowhead itself, not the... Right.
	The arrowhead apparently broke off through the ears.
	It gets better.
	We also were searching around the area and we found a couple of tomahawk heads, a bunch more arrow heads, an actual part of an arrow, and we went and saw one of the tribal men for the Dakota tribe.
	They said there was a battle there and a lot of the You know, it was a time flash.
	I mean you were in a time flash.
	They occur.
	And particularly in areas like that.
	And for a moment, just an instant, you were part of it.
	What do you think that means?
	What do you think that means about death?
	I mean, you know, because you experienced it, so have many others.
	You were actually part of it for a minute.
	I mean, it's like either time caught up with you or you went back in time.
	I have no way of knowing.
	But you were part of it.
	So what does that say about the nature of death?
	That we don't really exactly die?
	That events never really are done with?
	That they just keep Repeating themselves again and again?
	Yeah, that's the only thing I can think of is what the shaman said also.
	We talked to him also.
	He took, you know, a couple of tomahawks that we found.
	Well, it's something to think about.
	I thank you for the story, my friend.
	And you're in the spirit, alright?
	This, from the high desert, is Halloween.
	and Ghost to Ghost AM.
	I broadcast from Nye County, Nevada.
	them.
	Nevada has an interesting history.
	Nevada, as a state, was born on Halloween.
	Did you know that?
	Nevada was born on Halloween.
	Tomorrow, in addition to being Halloween in this time zone, another 22 minutes, is Nevada Day.
	So, that's right, we are in the state that was born on Halloween.
	And perhaps that's why Nevada has the highest per capita murder rate, suicide rate, cancer rate in the country.
	Haven't you ever wondered?
	And here in Nye County, specifically in Wild West Nye County, we still have brothels.
	You know what a brothel is, right?
	It's a place where women sell themselves.
	Here, legally.
	And I'm going to tell you a brief but true story about one of Nye County's brothels.
	I won't name it.
	They're a neighbor.
	The brothels are large.
	They are kind of catacombs of dimly lit hallways and small rooms where girls service their clients.
	This isn't ancient history.
	This is modern history.
	In one of the brothels there has long been a ghost.
	Its name is Harold.
	It's a female ghost.
	Don't ask me why the name is Harold.
	But Harold has been in this brothel for as long as anybody can remember.
	Has been seen by Wave after wave and shift after shift of working girls and there is a long legend that is held to be true.
	That those who see and are able to touch Harold's red dress will have a thousand dollar night.
	And that has been long proven to be true.
	Who is Harold?
	Don't know.
	Why does Harold inhabit that place?
	Again, I don't know.
	I'll leave that up to you.
	But I'm giving you a true story.
	It's here in Nye County, Nevada, close by.
	East of the Rockies, you're on the air.
	Good morning.
	Good morning.
	By the way, I'll be pleased to tell you that I am ordering a Levitron.
	Oh, my word.
	Anyway, I ordered one for my nephew for Christmas.
	Well, you'll enjoy it.
	It works.
	Where are you calling from?
	Warner Robins, Georgia.
	All right.
	Do you have a ghost story for us?
	South of Macon.
	Sir, I'm going to preface what I was saying because this is a story that happened to my father, who is now deceased.
	My father was born in 1898 outside of a very, very small town of Knoxville, Georgia.
	Yes, sir.
	and do not fall out of town or farm that was a stretch of road there
	that runs between boxwood georgia and over to what is now i seventy five
	twenty miles away at little town called barren
	and certain portions of this road were considered to be holy
	that a strange thing about it is after the road was paid in nineteen twenty three yes all the party
	that is on the by-election on his end of a road
	uh... after all people are killed on roads on corners, particularly dangerous areas, passing zones,
	all that sort of thing.
	Yeah, there's a great assortment of stories called, 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.
	Mm-hmm.
	Back from town, headed home.
	Yes, sir.
	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.
	Sure.
	And she wore the very typical, very country dress, the long, long gingham dress, and she had a bonnet on, and in her arm was a market basket.
	Very common sight.
	Well, as they pulled up behind her, my grandfather kind of put to the mules and stuff and reined them back in so that, you know what I mean when you've got two mules pulling a wagon and you have the wagon tongue in the middle?
	Well, sure.
	Yeah, and so that the wagon tongue would not shift out as it does in this way and hit the woman in the back.
	Yes, sir.
	And as he pulled the reins back and all four of them were wedged in, the woman completely vanished.
	Completely vanished.
	Yes.
	I don't know.
	If I had to bet, I would bet she had been killed on that road.
	It's very possible.
	That was, at least, I know of.
	Oh my gosh, I even had a couple who committed suicide on that road.
	He was a metal carrier, a road metal carrier.
	He pulled up on the top of one of the higher hills, parked his car, and shot himself through the head, and he rolled on down the hill.
	Well, there's a thing about places.
	I don't know what it is, but there is a thing, sir, about places.
	I appreciate your call.
	I appreciate your story.
	And of particular interest is that this haunting went on until the road was paved.
	Now, what does that tell us about the nature of hauntings?
	How could a paving stop it?
	First time caller line, you're on the air.
	Good morning.
	Happy Halloween!
	This is Shannon in Las Vegas.
	Oh, well, happy Halloween to you.
	Yes, I have a true life ghost story for you.
	I happen to be about 17 years old.
	I had a little boy, and I moved back in with my parents' house, and they had just recently moved into a house in Las Vegas.
	I'm not going to give you the address or anything.
	Thank you, don't.
	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 back yard 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 to baseball bat and nobody was there.
	Well, about three days after this, I loosened and put my son down for a nap.
	And I just got done doing laundry and I folded all of his clothes.
	I went in there to put a load of laundry into my room and all of 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 to the end of my bed, and I saw it was my little brother staying at the end of my bed, and I asked him to go get me a bottle.
	And I just glanced back down at my son, and I looked back up, and he was gone.
	He was gone?
	He was gone.
	And then my son passed away in November.
	I'm sorry.
	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 phone usually slept, because he slept with me.
	Right.
	And he looked at me, and he goes, where's the baby?
	And I said, well, sweetie, I'm sorry, but my baby died today.
	And he looked at me and goes, I'm sorry, my grandpa died too.
	And that was the last time I saw him.
	Wow.
	A neighbor of mine, she lived in the neighborhood since it was built.
	And I was asking her if a little boy ever lived there.
	And she told me about how a little boy came to spend the summer with his grandparents.
	And he was out playing in the road and he got hit by a car.
	And they never heard about anything about the house or anything else.
	After that, I mean, he was a very friendly ghost.
	He never really bothered us or anything.
	He played, like, playful, playful little pranks.
	Now, he was a little boy about eight, nine years old.
	And, like you said, there were rattlesnail wear and stuff, stuff like that.
	And you'd walk through the house and you'd feel cold spots through the house and everything.
	But he was, he was very nice, you know.
	Well, I don't know what that tells you, but there certainly are things that remain.
	I mean, it's not the end of life.
	One way or the other, things continue.
	And I'm sure that may comfort you somewhat.
	In a lot of ways, many of these stories are verification of life after death.
	Oh, yes.
	I really believe.
	I believe my son's in heaven and everything else.
	I understand.
	I very much appreciate the story.
	Thank you.
	Sure.
	We go on.
	To where and to what, I don't know.
	Some may remain.
	you know hopefully he'd find out about it he'd find a play over understand i i
	very much appreciate the story thank you to wear into what i don't know
	some may remain but what you will hear tonight will be
	a consistent threat indicating there is obviously something that comes after
	this Wild Card Line, you're on the air.
	Hello.
	Hey, Art.
	How's it going?
	It's going fine.
	All right.
	This is Tony from Las Vegas.
	Hi, Tony.
	Two Las Vegas calls.
	Interrupt.
	Yes, sir.
	I got a couple of spine tinglers for you.
	Let her rip.
	Okay.
	Well, there's this park outside of St.
	Louis called Rockwoods.
	Yes, sir.
	And it's an old miner's place, bus silver joint, you know?
	Mm-hmm.
	And we went out there one night.
	You're not supposed to.
	Of course not.
	But we do.
	Just have fun as teenagers.
	Of course.
	And we were sitting down just relaxing and enjoying ourselves, you know, just because it's scary out there.
	You know, it was around Halloween, too.
	But we looked over and there was nothing.
	It was dark.
	Before you go on, would you turn your radio off, please?
	Okay, yeah, hold on.
	Can you hold on?
	Oh, yes, yes.
	I'd rather hold on than have the radio going.
	It's simply too confusing for all concerned to have it going on in the background.
	So have it close so you can turn it off right away when you get on the air.
	Yeah, I'm here.
	All right, sir, go ahead.
	And the skyline you could see because there was enough moonlight.
	It was very dark everywhere else, though.
	Sure.
	Like within the valleys and the tree line and all that.
	Right.
	It's just darker and I'll get out.
	And, uh, some dogs.
	And, uh, other animals seemed to be, uh, barking.
	There was dogs barking.
	Animals in the background over the hill.
	They had, like, a miniature zoo there at this park.
	Mm-hmm.
	Had, like, timber wolves and whatnot in it.
	And they were all barking.
	And the neighborhood dogs that were outside of the park limit, you could hear them too.
	They're all going wild.
	All going crazy.
	I think animals sense things.
	So we were kind of concerned about that.
	Like, what are they doing?
	Looking for somebody out here?
	Sure.
	Or what's disturbing them.
	Yeah.
	Right.
	And then a light came over the top of the hill.
	We thought it was maybe one of the searchers or whatever.
	We assumed that there was somebody out there making a ruckus near us because the dogs were so close and they were barking very loudly.
	This light came over the hill and we thought at first, hey, no big deal.
	It's just maybe a park ranger.
	It could be anything.
	We thought it was a flashlight initially.
	Well, it was coming down the hill and it seemed to be passing through the trees as if it was down about the size of a man walking about 100 yards away on the valley hill.
	He was coming down kind of slowly like a man walking.
	The light was about the size of a basketball we started to notice.
	So we figured, hey, that's a pretty big light.
	This guy's got a big light out here.
	And we were getting concerned maybe we should get up and go.
	Maybe he's going to kick us out of the park if he's a park ranger, which we weren't sure of.
	When it got to the bottom of the hill, the dogs were still barking, needless to say.
	And when this guy got to the bottom of the hill, the light went off.
	Then it came back on.
	And we figured, hmm, what's he doing?
	Is he trying to scare us out of the park or something?
	Then it started to generally go back up from where it came.
	I noticed something strange about this light, though, when it came back on.
	It was going back up the hill, same kind of way it came down.
	It was pointed towards us because it wasn't getting elliptical, you know, it was pure round.
	It wasn't elliptical.
	I understand.
	And so it was like maybe facing us or it was three-dimensional.
	So what do you think it was?
	Well, when it started going up the hills, I noticed another thing.
	There weren't any trees passing by it.
	This time.
	So it had to be above the tree line?
	Well, we didn't figure that out really right away because we were just not thinking things like that.
	When it got to the top of the hill, it didn't go over the ridge.
	Like it initially appeared on the ridge, but it went above the ridge.
	You could see the skyline, the stars in the background.
	It was about the size of a basketball.
	It went up slowly and slowly as it walked up, you know, went up the hill.
	There was nothing around the light.
	The light did not blind you.
	Like a normal bright light that would be facing you.
	So what do you think it was?
	It, well, it stopped, then it took a right, and it started to move slowly, like a Moscow light, and it moved on.
	When it did that, we both, we all got up, and we took off running to the car, needless to say, we got the heck out of there.
	That's one story.
	And that was, oh, that really got the heck out of my back.
	So you have no idea what it was?
	I assume it was an entity or a ghost, you know?
	But 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 strike out 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, The physics of lightning.
	A small piece of lightning came off and hit the lamp in the room.
	So I ran out on all fours.
	The next day, I went in that room to replace a lightbulb because the lamp needed one.
	I'm sure it still lights.
	So I went and got a lightbulb and went up to put it on.
	There was no light in the room.
	Nobody was home that day.
	The lightbulb fell out of my hand, hit the ground.
	I saw it.
	I didn't realize there was enough light coming in from the other room to where I could see the lightbulb bounce a few feet.
	So I went and I looked for it.
	Couldn't find it.
	Got a flashlight.
	Looked to it for two, three hours.
	I looked for it.
	There were two radiators in there.
	I looked under them.
	Everything.
	There was no furniture in there because we were remodeling.
	I thought somebody was playing a trick on me.
	So I finally found the light bulb and there was nobody home.
	It was jammed behind the radiator amongst the paneling that covers the radiator.
	And I checked it out, and there's no way it could have rolled under.
	The space underneath the radio was not big enough for a light bulb to roll under.
	It was physically impossible.
	I've got you.
	All right.
	Well, maybe it was some sort of force that lingered from that branch of the lightning that you talked about.
	It's hard to say.
	It's really hard to say.
	West of the Rockies, you're on the air.
	Hello.
	Good evening, Art.
	Good evening.
	This is Chris from CTAS.
	Hi, Chris.
	And I'm calling to tell you about an incident that happened when I was a teenager.
	I was a sophomore in high school.
	My mother was teaching in a little town called Midvale, Idaho, between Boise and Moscow.
	Sure.
	Up in the mountains.
	And when we got up there that year for her to teach, there was no place for her to rent.
	But this big, old house on a small farm with a big, long horse barn.
	And this was a very strange house.
	I guess it had been used as a hotel at one time and it had lots and lots of little rooms in it upstairs and my brother slept downstairs in one room and my mother in another room and all the cats and dogs stayed down there but I chose to stay on the second floor in a little room next to a stairway that went up to a catwalk on top of the house square and I had a window in my tiny bedroom on that side of the house and one night it was real bright moonlight and I took a chance to walk up on the cat walk to see you know it's so beautiful out in the valley and around and then I went back down and stepped into my bedroom and I got on my bed the moonlight was shining in real strong through my window underneath it and uh okay we don't have a lot of time okay there was a boy sitting on the end of my bed and I thought well I never even had friends over let alone boys
	But I never thought anything strange about this at the time.
	And he started talking to me, and he said, you know, he said, I slept in this room once.
	He said, I was writing for the Pony Express.
	And he said, and I was shot and killed.
	Now, wait a minute.
	How could a boy be in a room where he shouldn't be in your house, and you not think anything strange about it?
	I didn't at the time, but the more I got to thinking about it later on... I mean, why weren't you saying to yourself, What is this guy doing here?
	I know I should have, but I felt no uneasiness, no unrest.
	I was just listening sort of compassionately to him telling his story about how he had stayed there and he had been shot and killed.
	Well, that should have tipped you off also.
	So that he couldn't finish his run.
	But what really got me, made my hair stand on end, was, you know, then I turned over and went to sleep like nobody's been there.
	And the next day I went down to check my rabbits that were in the horse barn, you know.
	Right.
	And I reached up above the stall in order to step over some of my rabbits, and I pulled down a rusted old pistol.
	Oh, you're kidding.
	No.
	I appreciate the story, dear.
	Thank you.
	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, was somebody just appearing in your house where they ought not 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.
	So you simply accept it and listen instead.
	Interesting.
	Alright, this is Ghost to Ghost.
	Ghost stories all night long.
	When we return, here in the Western Time Zone, It's going to officially be a Halloween.
	As the stories continue.
	I'm Art Bell, and this is Ghost to Ghost AM.
	Now, from the Kingdom of Nigh, more Ghost to Ghost AM.
	Now, from the Kingdom of Nigh, more Ghost to Ghost AM with Art Bell.
	Here again, is Art.
	On the first time caller line, you're on the air on Ghost to Ghost AM.
	Good morning.
	Good morning.
	How are you, and where are you?
	Hi, I'm Laura from Cooley, Arizona.
	Alright, welcome to the show.
	What have you?
	Oh, my friend told me this story.
	It happened about seven years ago.
	She was sleeping with her husband, and her husband was a Native American, and you know, they're kind of Spooky or something.
	Anyway, they were sleeping and she woke up.
	No dear, they're spiritual.
	Yeah.
	She woke up and there was like a bull's head or a demon looking thing hanging over her bed.
	She heard a voice coming out of it that was not English.
	She couldn't understand what it was saying, but she was petrified because she couldn't move at all.
	After a little bit, she was able to move.
	And she looked at her husband and his mouth was mouthing the words.
	And the voices from his mouth.
	Oh my.
	So finally she was able to wake him.
	And when she woke him he jumped out of bed.
	Yes.
	Told her that the devil was after her.
	And she told him that she saw it.
	So I guess they got a little bit of sleep that night.
	Well maybe spooky is a better word actually under the circumstances.
	That's really strange.
	So either he was possessed by or projecting that entity.
	Something happened, but that's not it.
	So the next day, he went to work next door for an old folk.
	You know, cleaning his house and stuff.
	And he went to work, went to look out the window, and her trailer was on fire.
	And it burnt to the ground.
	Oh my God, really?
	Yes.
	I have the picture and the paper and everything.
	It came out in the paper, and they said it was an electrical fire.
	But they put another trailer on that property, but they had the witch doctor come out and bless it.
	I wouldn't rebuild on that property for all the team China.
	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.
	And boy, I didn't sleep at all that night.
	I just got beat up in bed.
	Well, there's a good reason for that, you see.
	That's because these things are real.
	Oh, I knew when she called me, I knew she was telling me the truth.
	She wasn't lying.
	I appreciate your call.
	Thank you.
	Now, you tell me, was he projecting that?
	Or was it something within him?
	I don't know.
	I'm not sure.
	And I'm not sure that was a ghost, either.
	That may have been closer to pure evil.
	Wild Card Line, you're on the air.
	Good morning.
	Hi, Art.
	Hello.
	Hi, this is Diane at Hanford, the woman with the frog story.
	Oh, yes, Diane.
	Welcome to the show.
	Well, hello.
	I have two really good ghost stories.
	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.
	Oh, that's bad.
	We were like five or six years old.
	Very bad.
	So, I left.
	I wanted to go home.
	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 I don't blame them.
	Thank you very, very much for the story.
	that were on the plane yes and make them go but he got up bright and early to go out and pick the great
	and they were all with it on the right
	uh... they moved shortly thereafter i don't blame them uh... thank you very very much for the
	story uh... 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 a lot of
	Thank you very much.
	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.
	You might rationalize one, but not two or three.
	East of the Rockies, you're on the air.
	Good morning.
	Good morning, Mr. Bell.
	Hi, where are you?
	I'm in Canton, Ohio.
	My name's Adam.
	Okay, Adam.
	Happy Fallon, by the way.
	Thank you.
	I don't know if this is going to be a really exciting story, but it's a real one anyway.
	That's what counts.
	Yeah.
	I remember this distinctly, despite my age.
	I was only five years old.
	I was asleep at night, and I just woke up.
	And I really don't know why.
	I just, for some reason, just got up.
	And I was awake, as if I had gotten up on a regular morning.
	Sure.
	And I had lived with my grandparents.
	Was this the middle of the night when you woke up?
	Yeah, actually.
	Okay.
	It was more toward the middle of the night than the morning.
	And I got up, and I just 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.
	It was odd of them being there that night.
	They were all sitting around and they all seemed really sad.
	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.
	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.
	Um, 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.
	Natural reaction.
	And just sat there trembling.
	Yes.
	And, you know, and then, you know, as I started to calm down, I realized it looked like my grandfather for some reason.
	So I, like, peeked back out after a couple minutes, and there was nothing there.
	So I just, you know, I was a little kid, I was tired, you know, I just went back to sleep.
	So I woke up the next morning, and apparently what had happened My grandfather had started feeling chest pains and he had gone to the emergency room.
	Your grandfather had been in the house or not?
	Yeah, he lived with us.
	Both of my grandparents did.
	He had gone to the emergency room.
	He had chest pains and he didn't want to go, but my grandmother got him to go.
	He had gone down there and he was in the emergency room and it was his time to come up.
	And apparently, um, he felt someone else there needed help more than he did.
	The person, obviously, was more ill.
	Yes.
	So he, he had them go ahead and go through.
	And, uh, finally when they got to him, you know how things are in an emergency room, um, he walked in and as he was walking in he collapsed and he was dead.
	On the spot?
	On the spot.
	So... Well, he came to see you.
	I, I, apparently.
	Yeah, he came to see you, sir.
	I, I appreciate the call.
	Thank you.
	He came to see you.
	There's a million stories like that.
	As you look into the question of whether there is life after death, this is one of the most repetitive kind of stories you will hear.
	Relatives, loved ones, family will die suddenly, and those close who had no idea that they were even in jeopardy will see them, because they will come to visit one more time.
	Proof?
	Something you can scientifically lay your hands on?
	No.
	Enough stories so you can believe it is true?
	Absolutely.
	West of the Rockies, you're on the air.
	Hi.
	Hi, I'm calling from Wenatchee, Washington.
	And I'm not sure if this is a ghost story, but it scared the heck out of me.
	I was asleep one night, and I was having a nightmare that somebody was trying to kill me.
	I tried to wake up because I knew I was dreaming and then all of a sudden I felt like somebody had just put their knee or pressure on the bed and that just scared me so bad and I was struggling really, really hard to wake up and I finally was able to open my eyes and there was no one on the side of the bed but at the foot of the bed I could see a man from the waist up But he was in light.
	It was like, it was a negative, but where it should be light, it was dark.
	Yeah, and where it was light, it was really bright.
	I've got you.
	And he was moving around.
	I could see the outline of his face and his features and all that, and he was moving around doing stuff.
	All I could do is just, I kept saying, I don't want to know, I don't want to know, I don't want to know.
	And I looked over, and I turned on my light, and I looked at my clock, and I looked back, and he was still there.
	That's bad.
	Yeah, I know.
	And I went to sleep.
	I was hoping I would forget it, and I've never been able to forget it, but I don't know what it was.
	Well, how long did he remain?
	At some point, he had to go away, right?
	Yeah, it was, it was, I don't know, several minutes.
	You know what?
	What?
	You're lucky you weren't attacked.
	I know.
	Because that's what it may have been.
	Well, do you know what happened, though, then about five months later?
	Because this happened last year.
	And then about five months later, I was sitting here in my dining room with my back to the sliding window.
	And I kept thinking I was hearing something outside.
	I sit here with my door open a little bit to blow the smoke out.
	I got up to get a cup of coffee and I went over and I sat back down and all of a sudden
	I just thought oh my God I knew somebody was behind me.
	I was just terrified.
	I got up and I went to get another cup of coffee and I thought I guess I better replace
	the lights on my patio.
	I went out to my laundry room which is right next to the slider to get a light bulb and
	And when I reached over to turn on the light, there was a man there.
	Oh, bad.
	He had been within five feet of me, and the police came, and they found his book prints all around the house.
	And I kept thinking, well, maybe it was just... Maybe I was lucky.
	I appreciate the call.
	Thank you.
	Yes, creepy in both circumstances.
	What was that man at the foot of her bed?
	I don't know.
	But the pressure that she felt indicates that there could have been an attack.
	By a ghost?
	No.
	By an evil entity?
	Yes, possibly so.
	First time caller line, you're on the air.
	Hi.
	Hi, I'm calling from Kelso, Montana.
	Okay, welcome to the show.
	You're going to have to get close to the phone because you're not very loud.
	Okay, thank you.
	Alright, go right ahead.
	Thank you.
	Several years ago, we lived on a ranch.
	We had a great big old house.
	It looked almost like a plantation.
	It had long pillars and everything.
	It was kind of scary.
	Like an old southern plantation house?
	Yeah, it did.
	The top had five bedrooms.
	Oh, I know.
	I've lived in a house like that.
	It had an old wood stove.
	We had to chop wood for it and everything.
	I really liked it, but it was spooky.
	One night my mother had to leave and she was going to be gone overnight.
	I had a girlfriend come stay with me.
	We stayed up and watched TV until there was no more television.
	We went upstairs.
	I had my bedroom upstairs.
	It was a nice evening.
	It was summer.
	It was a moonlit night.
	We were talking and laughing and telling stories as girls will.
	All of a sudden I heard something outside.
	An old tree had grown there.
	It was real close to my window, some of the limbs.
	Well the wind must have come up to knock against that window and we looked and it wasn't.
	And I kept listening and listening and I thought, well that is a very familiar sound.
	And she said, well what is it?
	And I said, oh my God, it sounds like somebody is chopping wood.
	We had a wood pile right outside the house there on the back porch.
	And I chopped a lot of wood, but I knew what that sound was.
	You bet.
	And we just looked at each other and we were just like horrified.
	And I thought, well we've got to go see what this is, you know, so we went downstairs and I think she had a baseball bat and I probably had a butter knife or something and we walked outside this old porch and got to the end of it and there was a very large about a 500 gallon copain tank a white one at the end of this porch.
	Oh yes.
	The sound is still continuing only it's loud and it's definitely something it's chopping wood and I'm going oh my god you know and so we we were too scared to step off the porch and look around the house and all of a sudden the noise stopped.
	And we're just like frozen right there and I looked over we're looking towards the propane tank the moon is just right and all of a sudden there's this long dark shadow and it's floating and it's in the shape like of a person it had a head and shoulders it looked like a man's shadow very tall one and it's floating across that propane tank towards us and we screamed She ran to the door and I grabbed the door and she would shove me out of the way and she grabbed the door.
	We were out there like five minutes just trying to get in the house.
	We finally got in.
	We stayed awake all night.
	I was so scared.
	The next day we went out and there was wood that had been chopped and it was thrown, just thrown all over the barnyard and all over the yard.
	I wish they'd have staffed it.
	That would have been nice.
	Whatever in the hell was out there wasn't good.
	No, it wasn't.
	I never stayed there alone, again, without my mother there anyway.
	Well, let me tell you.
	Teenage girls are dangerous things.
	They really are.
	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.
	You know, I call it the Carrie Syndrome.
	But teenage girls project things.
	And that may be what you did.
	That might have been.
	Or something may have been after you.
	Right.
	Yeah, within that home there were odd things that would happen.
	Sometimes I'd be up in my room and someone would call my name and say, come here.
	And I would be like playing the guitar or something.
	And I'd say, well, I didn't want to be bothered.
	And I'd say, what do you want?
	It sounded like my mother.
	Three or four times this would happen.
	I'd finally go downstairs, disgusted they wouldn't tell me and there wouldn't be anybody in the house.
	It was just me.
	So, the old home had belonged to a very large family.
	They built it in the 1800s and they were still there, I think.
	Were you a pretty hyperactive teenage girl?
	Um, hyperactive?
	No, actually I was very calm.
	Well, I mean, inner emotions boiling.
	Yeah, I was probably, yeah.
	Well, there's been a lot of studies about teenage girls, I'm telling you.
	They project things.
	It may have been that, or it may be that you were very lucky not to have gone out there any earlier, lest you would have been the one shocked.
	That's true.
	We thought of that.
	We thought, oh my God, I'm glad we didn't go any further than the end of that porch.
	We were just terrified.
	I don't think we went outside at all.
	You know, the sun was completely up and it was warm.
	These things impress you for all your life, don't they?
	Yes, it did.
	I still remember it.
	I can just almost see this.
	You never ever forget.
	No.
	Alright, well listen, I've got to run.
	I want to thank you for the call.
	It has been a pleasure and that was a good story.
	Thank you.
	You take care.
	This is Ghost to Ghost AM.
	We'll be back.
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	Anybody out there remember this?
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	One eyed, one horned, flying purple people eater.
	It looks like a purple people eater to me It was a one-eyed, one-horned, flying purple people eater
	One-eyed, one-horned, flying purple people eater A one-eyed, one-horned, flying purple people eater
	Sure looked strange to me One-eyed!
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	it will go on all right this is ghost
	to ghost and it is all night long
	nothing but your ghost stories
	and so back to it we go First time caller line, you're on the air, top of the morning to you.
	Yes.
	Good morning, Art.
	And my mom says hello to you.
	We both love your show.
	Hi to your mom, too.
	Oh, OK.
	Great.
	Where are you?
	Oh, she's right there.
	Where are you?
	In Albany, Oregon.
	All right.
	And this happened, oh, 83, 84.
	I was in the Navy at the time, out in the middle of the Indian Ocean.
	On an aging oiler called the USMS Potomac.
	I'll be darned.
	And I was a signalman and there was myself and another signalman were up at the signal bridge.
	The front part of the signal bridge is fairly open and spacious and everything.
	But the area in back was very narrow and there's just like a small walkway.
	We were both sitting in what we call the signal shack, in the back park area, and there was a doorway right in this room.
	This ship, being old and everything like that, I mean, there was no way.
	We ran this one up, down, sideways, trying to figure this one out afterwards.
	It could have been someone trying to play a trick, but we really don't think so, because we could hear anybody sneaking around.
	It's just that type of a ship.
	We were sitting there, and all of a sudden, on this hatch, You know, we start hearing this knocking, you know, and it wasn't none of this, you know, friendly, hi, how are you, open up the door, let me in type knock.
	Sure.
	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.
	Understood.
	You know, but we thought, you know, I mean, like we opened up the door and there was no one there and, you know, we thought, oh, hi, you know, okay, someone's, you know, playing a joke.
	Messing around with us, sure.
	And, uh, well, we're out in the middle of the ocean.
	It's bound to get boring.
	But, uh, the thing is that we didn't hear anybody wandering around.
	We looked up on top.
	We weren't running around.
	It's the middle of the night.
	Well, ships are as likely a place as any for a haunting, maybe more likely than most.
	Well, yeah, I was also on the forest fall, and we had, like, you know, there was a big fire on there, and we had well over a hundred and some people get killed.
	I recall.
	And, uh, 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, the, you know, knocking came back.
	And, you know, we started, you know, it's like calling out, knock it off, you guys.
	And it just kept on going.
	And I ran out one, you know, I went up to the front part of our, our signal shack, and went out another access door.
	My other signalman, he went out the other access door, we found Not a foal.
	We were supposed to have what we call a sleeping mid watch.
	In other words, you came back at it from both directions to catch whoever it was.
	Right.
	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 was like about a 20 foot drop.
	I've got you.
	So, it was something, but you don't know what.
	We, you know, we looked around.
	We, you know, even for something, you know, a loose wire or something like that, we never found anything.
	But it made for a few sleeps.
	I'm sure it did.
	I'm sure it did, especially at sea, which is kind of an eerie thing anyway.
	Thank you very much for the call.
	It is a little eerie to be at sea.
	There's nothing around.
	Or is there?
	Wild Card Line, you're on the air.
	Hi.
	Hi, this is Art.
	Yes, it is.
	Yeah, hi.
	My name's Tom, and I'm out here in Madison, WI.
	I'm a second-year law student.
	Good, Tom.
	I'm originally from Kodiak, Alaska.
	Ah, yes.
	Yeah.
	We've got a lot of listeners up in Kodiak.
	Yeah, yeah.
	My uncle might be listening up there in Anchorage right now.
	I don't know.
	But anyway, this incident happened.
	Almost a year ago.
	It was on October 24, 1995.
	I was at the law school.
	I was a first year student.
	I was talking with a friend of mine.
	He's also a law student.
	He's a minister, too.
	We happened to be talking about heaven and hell and the afterlife and things like that.
	That invites it.
	Yeah, it was kind of odd.
	It's not odd.
	It invites it.
	It's not odd. It invites it. Anyway, go ahead. Okay, so, the time rolled around and it was about 4 in the afternoon,
	and I went to my civil procedure class here, which is kind of a boring class.
	You just have to run a trial and do discovery and that kind of stuff.
	Sure.
	I used to fall asleep in that class sometimes.
	I understand.
	I was sitting there and about a little ways into the class I just kind of get real drowsy.
	I thought I was drifting off and all of a sudden I don't know what it was.
	I don't know if I saw it or felt it.
	It was at arm's length.
	It was about the size of a basketball.
	I felt like my mother was there.
	and she was saying, hi son, and it was like she was saying goodbye son, and it was about
	It was about a minute.
	In the middle of a class?
	In the middle of a class.
	I didn't know if I was hallucinating or what, but I came to and I was very alert at that point.
	I understand.
	The adrenaline suddenly pumping real hard.
	Real hard.
	And it lasted maybe a minute or so.
	The air looked a little swirly.
	It seemed swirly.
	I don't know if I really saw it or was just feeling it or what.
	At the end of that experience, which lasted maybe a minute or so, this thought entered my mind and it said, When you get home, if one of your sisters calls and your wife says she was real upset, that was your mom visiting you in class.
	Was your mom alive?
	She was, but she was in the terminal stage of the cancer.
	Oh, I see.
	So when I got home, my wife Lisa said, Tom, one of your sisters called and she was real upset.
	She wants you to call her back.
	It's funny, it was the same language that I heard in my mind.
	So I called up Teresa right away.
	What happened, Teresa?
	She said, Mom passed away about an hour and fifteen minutes ago.
	Something like that.
	It was exactly the same time.
	In the middle of a busy but boring class.
	Yeah, the whole procedure class.
	It was just amazing.
	There's no question in your mind, is there, that that was your mother?
	No question, because I've never had an experience like that before or since.
	And it's just like, she came and said, actually went to visit me with about an hour and fifteen minutes after she had passed away, California time.
	I've got you.
	And it was beautiful, because I knew that she came.
	And the weird thing was, the night before that happened, I was just in terrible grief and weeping and mourning, even before she passed away.
	You knew it was coming.
	I guess I could feel it.
	It just assures me that she's somewhere on the other side waiting for us.
	We're going to be with her some day.
	There is no question about it, sir.
	I thank you for the story, and there is no question about it.
	How many of those do you have to hear before you begin to conclude that this is real?
	That this life is not the end?
	We don't know what lays on the other side.
	There's no way to know that.
	But there's something.
	It's not a complete ending.
	It's not a great blank.
	It's not a dead-end street.
	There's something that goes on after this life.
	And how many of those stories do you have to hear before you begin to understand it is true?
	East of the Rockies, you're on the air.
	Hi.
	Hello, Art.
	Hi.
	This one is... I've heard about the ghost tracks all through my life.
	And I've never been out there.
	I've heard, you know, several people that go out there.
	My daughter and her boyfriend, they went out there about, oh... Wait a minute.
	Where is out there and what are ghost tracks?
	Okay.
	San Antonio.
	Deep South San Antonio off of South Crescent Street.
	You might be familiar with it since you were down here for basic training.
	Well, you're right I was.
	But that was sort of like a hell on earth as I recall it.
	Okay.
	Alright.
	They're called the ghost tracks.
	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.
	Right.
	Around the Old Missions, south around San Antonio River.
	Oh, yes.
	South of town.
	And what happened is, as they were going over the tracks 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.
	Right.
	I don't know.
	I understand and all the children that were left on the bus.
	I had my daughter and her boyfriend show me how to get out there last Saturday just to
	go see before I gave you a call.
	She researched it and we went out there and you go up across the tracks and I was very
	skeptical.
	I was looking at the lay of the land and everything.
	There's a level area right there on the road and it's level all the way through the tracks
	and you can see where the tracks are above the road.
	So I thought, OK.
	So I parked 30 foot away from the tracks, put my truck in neutral, and nothing happened.
	I said, about that time I pulled away.
	I said, look, you know, what's going on?
	Nothing's happening.
	About that time, my truck starts getting pushed.
	I mean, that's the only way you can describe it, is pushed.
	Your truck was pushed?
	My truck was being pushed.
	I'm sitting on level ground on the street.
	Oh, gee.
	And the next thing I know, my truck is being pushed.
	And by the time we reach the track, now this is only a little 30-foot distance, I'm going at a pretty good clip, about 15 miles an hour, 20 miles an hour, and I'm wanting to put on my brakes.
	He says, no, no, no, no, don't put on your brakes.
	They say if you put on your brakes that your windshield shatters.
	Well, I didn't want to go into the expense of buying a windshield for the truck, so I didn't.
	There were about five or six other cars that were there, that had been there ahead of us.
	And the deal is, people go over there and they will put baby powder on the trunks of their cars.
	We made another trip.
	Why do they put baby powder?
	Because the legend is, or the story is, that's what they call the ghost tracks, that the children, if you stop there, that they will push you over the tracks.
	And I swear to God... Push you over the tracks?
	They push you over the tracks.
	There was not a train coming, was there?
	No, no, there were no trains coming.
	Alright, 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.
	That's the only thing I can figure.
	Because there are handprints in the powder on the trunk of the car.
	Oh, I've got you now.
	That's why the powder and you see handprints there.
	Right.
	Yes, sir.
	And they're small handprints.
	They were kindergarten to high school kids, you want to understand, on the bus.
	They're not large adult handprints that, you know, somebody might have just stuck on there.
	There are small ones to, you know, larger handprints.
	How did you have the guts to try it?
	Just because everybody has and nobody's ever been harmed, you know, this is the thing.
	They're not harmful ghosts.
	They're like looking out for your welfare, you know, your benefits.
	I understand.
	And it's really creepy.
	I thought, you know, okay, yeah, sure.
	But I've heard about it all these years.
	We went into the neighborhood.
	They had named the streets after the children that were killed on the bus.
	Shane, Bobby Allen, Cindy Sue, Nancy Carroll.
	Laura Lee and Ricky Otis, and then there's some more children further up in the neighborhood.
	That's a remarkable story.
	In the history book, from what I understand, my mother had seen a couple of programs since the following week, and it's been shown on TV.
	Well, I really appreciate your telling us the story.
	San Antonio has a very rich, old history, so I am not surprised.
	Thank you very much.
	Take care.
	Now, there's a good one.
	That's a good one.
	With little handprints on the back of the cars.
	It kind of makes you wonder, doesn't it, about the nature of life after death?
	Whether we remain in substance as we were in life, young or old?
	Why we remain?
	It should have you asking questions of yourself.
	West of the Rockies, you're on the air.
	Hello.
	Hello, Art.
	How are you doing today?
	I'm fine.
	Um, I'm Terry out of, uh, Catholic Hawaii.
	Oh, Hawaii.
	Hi, Terry.
	I got a story.
	It's not quite as sweet as the last one was, but it's kind of demonic, I guess you could say.
	Well, it was sweet.
	The last one, in a way, was sweet, and it indicates one thing about life after death.
	You say yours is demonic?
	Yeah.
	All right, go ahead.
	It didn't actually happen to me.
	It happened to an aunt of mine.
	My mother told me this story.
	There was a time when they were all young, about, I guess, 10 or between 10 and 15 years old.
	Is this in Hawaii, by the way?
	No, this is in Ohio.
	All right.
	Okay.
	She was told by my grandmother to go down into the cellar, and at that time the cellars were not, you know, nice cinder blocks or anything like that.
	There was just dirt.
	She was told to go down to the cellar and get some potatoes for dinner.
	Well, she didn't want to.
	She was being kind of rebellious, I guess.
	Well, she got yelled at.
	My grandmother said, you know, get your butt down there and go get them.
	Yeah.
	Well, you know, kids are, you know, she was walking away, she was going down the stairs to go down to the cellar and she was cussing and saying, you know, go to hell.
	Not saying nice things, yeah.
	Right, exactly.
	And she went down there and she's, you know, picking up the potatoes and put them in a basket and whatnot.
	And she hears these footprints behind her.
	But they're more like what you would imagine the sound of like Frankenstein walking up from behind you.
	Well, she turned around.
	Thuds are bad.
	Yeah, thuds are bad.
	Well, she turned around and she screams at the top of her lungs.
	She goes running up the stairs.
	She's crying and she looks like she just saw a ghost.
	My grandmother is asking her, what happened?
	She said, I just saw the devil.
	She's describing him.
	He was seven feet tall or whatever.
	My grandmother is scolding her for telling a lie.
	She's really very adamant about this.
	And she said, you know, he was half goat, had hooves and all this other stuff.
	And they said, OK, well, so they went downstairs to look.
	They?
	My grandmother and my grandfather went downstairs to look.
	Excuse me.
	And in the dirt and the cellar were hoof prints.
	Oh, really?
	It really gets weird.
	You can see the hoof prints.
	They just kind of start.
	Like right, you know, they start at the wall and they kind of go up right to where she was standing.
	They turn back around and go right back into the same corner.
	And there was like half a hoof print between the wall and the dirt.
	You know, it was like half was there and half was inside the wall.
	Oh no.
	So whatever this was, it hoofed its way right through the wall.
	Oh man, that'd be it for me.
	Yeah, I think so, yeah.
	That's an incredible story.
	It was pretty bizarre.
	By the way, I hope to hear during the night, but there are some very good ghost stories that have, and always will be, part of Hawaii.
	Yeah.
	It's a very eerie place, but that story, that was a good one, sir.
	Thank you.
	You have a good day, Eric.
	Alright.
	Hoof marks in the basement.
	I don't think so.
	Hoof marks, and then a half hoof mark right at the basement wall.
	Hmm.
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	Alright, you're listening to Ghost to Ghost AM.
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	eight hundred three one three p u r e pure all right you're listening to ghost to ghost a m
	uh... 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 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, I think we will be right back.
	Hey!
	If there's something weird and it don't look good, who you gonna call?
	Just say!
	I ain't afraid of no ghost.
	This is the CBC Radio Network.
	All right.
	Once again, all we're doing tonight, on any line, is taking ghost stories.
	Real ones.
	So whatever line you're able to reach us on, this night is devoted to that, as it is every year.
	This is now a yearly event on this program, and I think that I've been doing it probably for a decade.
	If you would like to join and give us a hair-raising story, you're welcome to.
	So, once again, we begin.
	East of the Rockies, you're on the air.
	Hello.
	Happy Halloween, Art.
	Thank you.
	And the very same to you, sir.
	Where are you?
	I'm calling you from New Haven, Connecticut.
	My name is Paul from out of Green Bay, Wisconsin.
	Very good, Paul.
	I have two stories for you.
	One is scary and one is odd.
	All right.
	Let's take the scary one.
	Okay.
	Well, in 1979, I had picked up a mask for Halloween.
	And it was like a mask of an old lady, like a hag.
	Oh, yes.
	Well, in the summer of 1980, I was living with my parents, and they had a bed set up for me in the basement.
	I was sleeping late one morning, and I was having this dream that I was being strangled by a witch or a hag.
	Uh-huh.
	At least I thought it was a dream.
	And, uh, it was very real.
	And, uh, it was so scary that I literally reached up and I tried to push this, whatever it was, off of me.
	Natural reaction, of course.
	I had a natural reaction.
	I was fighting for my life.
	I was starting to go under.
	Yeah, you bet.
	I woke up.
	I thought, okay, wow, what a nightmare.
	I looked towards the stairs that led upstairs.
	And right by the foot of the stairs was the rubber mask laying there.
	Oh my.
	That's when I got scared.
	Where had it been?
	It had been upstairs somewhere.
	It was not in the basement.
	It was just laying there right on the floor.
	And I have never been able to figure that out.
	The only alternative to that is even scarier than if there had been a ghost or something like that.
	Well, what did you do with the rubber mask?
	I don't know.
	It disappeared.
	I told my family about it and they didn't believe me.
	I was a teenager and they probably figured I just had a dream.
	Did you have any marks on you?
	No, I did not have any marks on me.
	It was very strange because we had relatives from California over that hadn't been visited for years and years.
	When I went upstairs, they were up there talking away.
	It was just the whole thing was just weird.
	Alright, 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 1430 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 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 friends 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 to 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 alright 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 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.
	East of the Rockies, you're on the air.
	Hello, Ward.
	Hello, sir.
	This is Curtis from Rockford, Illinois.
	Yes, sir.
	Sure am enjoying these ghost stories tonight.
	Well, they're interesting, aren't they?
	Yes, they are.
	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 and mid-morning I heard the vibrating and started walking around the house trying to pinpoint it.
	It happened to be a vase sitting on a table.
	I touched it, could feel it vibrating, and as soon as I touched it, it quit.
	I didn't think much more about it.
	A few days later, the sound started again.
	I tracked it down to a large mirror we had on the wall.
	For some reason or other, I had a real strange feeling.
	I wasn't sure if I wanted to touch the mirror or not.
	Raise and 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.
	Sure.
	Couldn't quite find it.
	Went back to the dishes and all the time still hearing the vibration real soft and long.
	Well now it starts to almost throb.
	Getting higher and lower and louder and louder.
	Yes.
	And all of a sudden I just realized that the noise is coming from the sink.
	Right in front of me where I'm putting these wash dishes to be wet 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 some things might hit the bottom of this piece of glass out of the toaster oven and it exploded straight up into my face.
	Oh my gosh!
	There wasn't another dish moved?
	Nothing else broke.
	Were you cut?
	Yes, I did get a little cut on my cheek from flying glass.
	And what really surprised me was that the kitchen is right off the living room, but there was even glass got into the living room.
	The force of the explosion was so great.
	I had to sit down for a while.
	That really unnerved me.
	That'll put you on your knees.
	Yes, it will.
	I don't put you on your knees, there's no question about it.
	After I collected myself a little bit, I went back and looked around the kitchen again, and nothing else was disturbed.
	I cleaned up the mess, told my wife about it, and she didn't know what to make of it.
	The cut on my cheek seemed to take forever to heal, like it was close to a month.
	No, I've cut myself shaven before, and it never took that long to heal.
	Right.
	What do you think happened?
	Do you have any idea?
	Well, my own personal thought is that there was a spirit that did this.
	For some reason or other, was upset with us being at that house.
	Yeah, it sounds that way.
	That sounds like typical poltergeist activity, but it's a little malevolent.
	Well, the interesting thing is that after it drew blood, it never happened again.
	If that's what it wanted, it surely did get it.
	You're welcome.
	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 hand prints in the baby powder.
	And I just, after hearing that story, I just got this fax.
	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.
	Wild Card Line, you're on the air.
	Hi.
	Hi, this is Ron from Bartlesville, Oklahoma.
	Hello, Ron.
	I called about a week ago about my new guinea singing dog, and tonight I have a story about my daughter.
	When she was about four years old, we moved to the Kansas City area and bought an old two-story house there.
	Shortly after moving in, the neighbor's house was broken into and the police later came and asked if we had heard or seen anything.
	After they left, my daughter said, Daddy, my friend Daggett said he would never let bad people in our house.
	And I asked her who Daggett was.
	Yes.
	You know, I am from California originally.
	I know there's a Daggett, California.
	Yes, there is.
	And she had never been to California at that time, and I don't know where she came up with that name.
	So anyway, I asked her, Who's Daggett?
	Who's Daggett?
	She said that he lived in the house, and he's been there for a long time.
	Well, my wife and I just wrote that off, you know, childhood imagination.
	Imaginary, play me.
	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.
	At night, she wouldn't even go down at all unless I went with her, so it got to where I did the laundry.
	It may have been a trick on her part.
	A trick?
	Anyway, my daughter would occasionally run to the basement stairs and yell, Be quiet, Daggett!
	And the noise would stop.
	Like I say, this was written off as an old house that creaked in a child's imagination.
	One night I went into her bedroom to read her bedtime story.
	We had a large overstuffed chair sitting next to her bed.
	I sit down in the chair and it was like I had walked into a meat locker.
	It was so cold that it took my breath away.
	My daughter screamed, Daddy, get off of Daggett!
	From that point on... Sir, how old is your daughter now?
	Like Paul Harvey says, this is the rest of the story.
	My daughter is a freshman.
	At a university here in Oklahoma that I won't give you the name of or the identifier, but anyway, she is president of the University's Pagan Society.
	She's a witch.
	She is a member, or whatever you call it, of the group called Wicca.
	Ah, yes.
	Those are witches.
	So she is all excited right now.
	She just called me about an hour ago.
	I'm sure it's a big day.
	I don't even ask questions about what's going on.
	big overnight bonfire and all i'm sure it's a big day i don't uh... big day
	i don't even have questions about what's going on do you have to do you have to not know i'm sent back to you
	ask about that whatever
	nobody i have to deny and well listen we're not gonna time i i
	I'm at a break point.
	That's a hell of a story, though, sir, and I appreciate it.
	Daggett in the chair.
	No thank you.
	you and so
	tomorrow's prize people along with him
	it was a pretty large will be right back i think
	the moment vampires.
	All right, back to the lines we go.
	First time caller.
	Line, you're on the air.
	Hi.
	Good morning, Bill.
	Good morning.
	Well, this story goes back about 15 years ago up in Washington State.
	All right.
	Are you in Washington?
	No, no, Ohio.
	I'm right here in Pahrump, Nevada.
	Oh, you're in Pahrump?
	I'm your neighbor.
	I was living in a real nice cabin up above a lake.
	It was an old cabin built in the early 1900s.
	I'm a jeweler by trade and I do a lot of work late at night.
	I'm a late night hawker.
	I kept feeling something over my shoulder and my wife would be up in bed.
	One night I turned around real quick and I said, damn it, leave me alone.
	And nothing happened.
	And I didn't feel it anymore.
	Well, I talked to my wife about it and I have had encounters before.
	I said, you know, this thing ain't going to hurt me or would have done it.
	So that night, late, late, and I'm working away and I said, hey, listen, whatever, whoever you are, I'm sorry.
	I didn't mean to hurt your feelings.
	Come back.
	About an hour later, I feel something over my shoulder.
	Yes.
	Kiddingly, I started nicknaming him Henry.
	Yes.
	A week, two weeks goes by and my wife is sitting there and I say something about Henry and a voice comes up and it says, My name is not Henry, it's Harry.
	Harry?
	I'm glad this didn't happen in Peru.
	Yeah, but it was really crazy.
	We all went wacko of course.
	Time goes by and we start communicating.
	Wait, wait, wait.
	Slow up.
	He said his name was Harry.
	He said his name was Harry.
	Now, was this out loud?
	No.
	You heard this in your mind?
	Exactly.
	But it's together.
	We both hear this.
	That's bad.
	And I'm speaking out loud to him.
	Yes.
	And he's answering in your head.
	Yeah.
	And you're listening.
	Exactly.
	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 said, what are you talking about?
	She says, Henry was looking over me in my bed and 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 said, that's what he meant.
	She says, what?
	I said, he told me to tell you his story and it would never happen again.
	Now, through time, I tried to communicate with him and find out.
	I did not do any research on it, Art.
	I get scared to find out what I might find out.
	Sure, is that when he disappeared?
	He never did.
	We moved out of the place, but he communicated with us until the time we moved.
	And he told me he was killed in a fire in the home.
	I said, well, where was this fire supposed to be?
	And you never researched it?
	Well, I found where the fire was.
	You did?
	I found where the fire was.
	He told me where the fire had been and how I could find boards.
	And I went to the far end of the house.
	This room was, the front room was very, very big.
	It was very beautiful.
	Now, like I say, this was an old house, but it was still beautiful.
	And it had been redone.
	I went to the far end of the room where the stairs start going upstairs.
	Yes.
	I removed a board and there was burnt charcoal lumber underneath it.
	Oh, man.
	And that's really all there is to it.
	He never meant to hurt anybody.
	That's enough.
	He was neat.
	Well, your idea of neat.
	I very much appreciate your call, sir, but I don't know that that's my idea of neat.
	That's more than a coincidence.
	I guess if it happened to you and it didn't come to you in a frightening form, it would be, his word, neat.
	But I think I would have to experience that calm and that lack of concern and worry personally before I would regard it as neat.
	Burning is not a good way to go.
	This is the CDC Radio Network.
	Wild Card Line, you're on the air, hello.
	Happy Halloween, Art.
	And you, sir.
	About 1982, I had just remarried, and I was working a swing shift, and a guy, we were, it was Halloween, we were sitting around talking, and a guy was telling me that his son was putting up psychedelic posters 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 and we parked in a deserted canyon, a box canyon adjacent to this housing tract where this man lived.
	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 and nothing happened and then the two girls tried it.
	They started asking questions and started getting answers that there was a spirit there.
	My friend Conrad is making notes on a pad of paper.
	I was sitting there and all of a sudden I got this real weird feeling come over me.
	We had some folding chairs and I picked up a folding chair and went over to the edge of like a ravine and just sat down and had this calm.
	The next thing I know my buddy Conrad is shaking and he says, Dick, are you okay?
	Are you okay?
	I said, what happened?
	And he says, listen to this, and 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 it?
	And I said, 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.
	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.
	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.
	I don't remember everything that she said because we talked to this spirit that was coming to Barbara for a long time.
	Basically what we found out was there was a hunting party of Indians up in this box canyon.
	They got ambushed.
	By a rival Indian tribe and they didn't bury him and their spirits were lost in this box canyon and they haunted the housing tract when it was encroaching on their area and Conrad, my friend, told them that it was time for him to go home and that they should take him cross over and that he would guide them.
	Conrad had a spirit guide for himself.
	He said, this person, Amy, will help you cross over and everything is okay.
	He sent them home and then about a month later I talked to the guy at work and he said, you
	know I was telling you about all the problems I was having in my kids room.
	He said, we haven't had any more problems.
	We solved his problem by getting rid of the spirits that were lost there and never buried.
	You did a good thing.
	I don't know that I could have gone that far with it.
	Please give me your fax number.
	It's area code 702-727-8499.
	Do you have a blue picture of Charlton Heston or David Canary in your house?
	No comment, sir.
	I appreciate the call.
	Well, uh, I don't know that I would have lasted that long.
	Uh, that is, that's possession.
	Automatic writing.
	Uh, speaking, uh, in, in tongues.
	And then finally, uh, serious possession, and I think before then I would have been gone.
	Hi Art!
	I've got a true story for you and your listeners.
	When I was in high school, I met this nice family overseas who bought a home in our neighborhood.
	As time went by, they became my friends.
	Subsequently, they offered to let me actually stay with them rent-free if I would help them fix up another home.
	I thought it would be fun, and with the approval of my parents, I did that.
	What followed was sometimes wonderful, and at other times, a truly awful horror.
	I believe I was somehow warned to leave by a force that bothered everyone but me.
	I felt protected by something, and I think it may have been my deceased brother who passed a few years earlier.
	As I tried to tell members of the family the things I saw, I was met with deaf ears.
	Finally, one night, I talked one member of the family into playing some Scrabble with me.
	When we finished playing Scrabble, I left the board on the floor, And the tiles just muscled about on top.
	I awoke to find this scrabble board with words so ugly I can't even say them, let alone tell them to you.
	Needless to say, cuss words.
	When I called up a member of the family to see, they just shrugged their shoulders.
	As they were walking out of the room, my stereo went crazy.
	The channels began changing wildly.
	The family members seemed to be oblivious to this.
	I moved.
	Later, I found out there were some real abuses going on.
	That the man was sent out of the Philippines for abuses he committed against his first wife and children.
	Thus, he moved to the U.S., and I believe that is why there was such evil in that house, and in New Mexico.
	East of the Rockies, you're on the air.
	Morning, Art.
	Morning.
	And happy St.
	Hallows' Eve.
	So it is.
	I've got a wild one for you.
	Alright.
	My family recently came into money some time ago and we bought an old house and we're restoring it.
	My wife started an antique store.
	After a while we were getting a nice collection going and 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.
	Really?
	And this went on for a while, and then... They were moving by themselves?
	Well, we'd lock up at the end of the night, and in the morning when we'd come down, that's where they'd be.
	Okay.
	No longer in the place on the shelf.
	So what did you presume?
	That you were being broken into or something?
	Well, we really weren't sure what was going on.
	We thought maybe we had mice or something, and then...
	Uh, my aunt who does a lot of these, who's into a lot of this, you know, I thought, well, maybe there's something to it.
	It was all harmless and then, uh, we started hearing a child cry late at night and we thought it was our daughter.
	Uh-huh.
	We'd go running into her room and there she is, you know, sound asleep.
	Uh-huh.
	And then later on after that, some of the toys in her room was being tossed around or misplaced.
	Uh-huh.
	This started getting a little creepy.
	We moved into a friend's house for a while and we checked in on the shop every morning.
	Same thing.
	Daughter's room, what was left, was still being tossed around.
	No one was getting hurt.
	Nothing was happening to anyone.
	It was just nice and safe.
	Then after a while, after we started going on with the renovation, we knocked out an old wall.
	The repairman said, hey, you're collecting antiques.
	Here's one for you.
	It was a very, very, very old doll that was blackened like it was in a fire.
	That area behind the wall also looked like it had been in a fire.
	My wife, she's really good about restoring things.
	She cleaned it up, put in some new eyes, new clothing, and actually set it on the shelf.
	And nothing really happened after that.
	Everything had calmed down.
	Maybe you had found the center of it and you cured it somehow.
	Well, that's an incredible story.
	Well, it hadn't dawned on us until we had sold this particular item and everything started up again.
	Oh.
	And so we have been trying to track down this doll to get it back.
	Oh, now wait a minute.
	So in other words, you sold that doll.
	Right.
	As an antique.
	Right.
	And the hauntings began again?
	Right.
	And now you're trying to get the doll back?
	Yes.
	We're desperately trying to find the person we sold it to.
	Did some research on the house.
	It really is an old building.
	It was one of the earlier ones in Kansas City.
	And it used to be a private orphanage.
	They had burned down.
	I wish you luck.
	Short of being able to get that doll back, I think it's time to go on to whatever's next.
	Sounds like a good plan.
	Thanks for the call.
	Well, there's a story for you.
	Yikes.
	I thought it was over, but he sold the doll, and now it has returned.
	Whatever it is, it wants that doll back, and I suspect if it doesn't get it... Well, as I said, sir, there have got to be other things for you to do.
	West of the Rockies, you're on the air.
	Yeah, this is... I've got a real weird story for you.
	All right, where are you?
	In Mt.
	Lake Terrace, north of Seattle.
	Yes, sir?
	A long time ago, when I was about 11 years old, one of my mom's friends' son was killed on Halloween.
	Then a couple of months go on from that and all of a sudden my mom gets connected with this one lady that plays with Ouija boards.
	She said, Can I ask you a question?
	The woman said, Sure, go right ahead.
	She said, Would I ever lose my sons?
	Well, the thing pointed to yes.
	My mom said, Ah, that's nothing.
	Then about a year from that me and my brother end up in a foster home.
	We end up inside my mom's friend's, that son that died on Halloween, her foster home and I get to his bedroom.
	Wow.
	And all of a sudden I was asleep one night and there was like two other foster kids in the bedroom with me.
	Yes.
	And I'm asleep on my bed and they're asleep in their bed.
	All of a sudden I feel my bed pressed down real hard like someone's sitting on it.
	And I got scared.
	I didn't even want to open up my eyes.
	I said, get out of here in the name of Jesus.
	And all of a sudden, the bed just boom!
	Raised up.
	Raised up?
	Well, from the pushing.
	Oh, you mean from being depressed, it raised up.
	So whatever it was, left immediately.
	Yep, and I went to the foster mother, and she said, oh, it was the dog.
	He was in your room.
	I said, no he wasn't.
	The door was closed.
	You're sure of that?
	Yeah, I was positive of that.
	And I asked everyone else in the bedroom, after they woke up, did you feel anything?
	They looked at me and they said, you're crazy.
	Well, it's a good story and I appreciate your telling it.
	Alright.
	Thank you.
	That, to me, seems like it was a story of just evil.
	East of the Rockies, you're on the air.
	Hello.
	How you doing, Art?
	This is Bill from St.
	Louis.
	Yes, sir.
	I experienced something one time when I was in the Marines in Okinawa, Japan.
	I know Okinawa.
	I live there.
	I had a Japanese girlfriend and we were visiting the southern area where they have all these monuments of World War II.
	Oh, yes.
	And one time we were there watching the sun go down, you know, along the horizon.
	And I'm sorry, I'm a little bit nervous.
	And we felt the presence of people all around us and we could hear voices in our head like people talking which I couldn't understand and I looked to my Japanese girlfriend and she was running a mile a minute back to the car and she had tears rolling down her eyes and she never never told me what she heard or seen or
	Well, I too lived there many years, sir, at Kadena First, Kadena Air Force Base, then Naha.
	And I can tell you, there were many bloody battles on that island.
	Many people died.
	Very violent deaths on that island.
	That's Okinawa.
	And it's a haunted island.
	We will be back.
	Thank you.
	Thank you.
	That's 702-727-1295.
	First time callers can reach Art Bell at 702-727-1222.
	702-727-1222.
	Now, here again, Art Bell.
	Ghost to ghost.
	That's 702-727-1295.
	First-time callers can reach Art Bell at 702-727-1222.
	702-727-1222.
	Now, here again, Art Bell.
	Ghost to ghost.
	It's the real thing.
	And that's why it's scary.
	How can you listen to all of this and not believe?
	Or perhaps you're beginning to change your opinion as the evening goes on.
	I'm Art Bell, and we'll get back to our stories from you.
	Nothing you want to meet in the woods late at night, believe me.
	East of the Rockies, you're on the air.
	Good morning.
	Where are you calling from, please?
	I'm calling from Essex Junction, Vermont.
	Essex Junction, Vermont.
	All right, welcome to the program.
	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.
	You're out of your mind or have you ever told anybody, called the cops or anything?
	He said no.
	He was a pretty conservative kid.
	We were about 17 at the time.
	This kept happening more frequently.
	It wouldn't happen just once a month.
	Sometimes it was happening two or three times a month and sometimes it was happening once a week.
	One day I went over to his house.
	I just saw this guy for an instant.
	My friend looked at me and when we both looked to where this guy was sitting, he wasn't sitting there anymore.
	kitchen table talking to a guy and I just I just saw this guy for for an
	instant and my friend looked at me and when we both walked to where this guy
	was sitting he wasn't sitting there anymore just gone just well I didn't see
	He couldn't have left.
	I was standing in the doorway and it was just very, very strange.
	We got a real cold chill.
	I asked him what he was talking about and he said that they were talking about things that this guy had done in his life.
	I said, well, where did he come from?
	He said he was just in the house.
	Huh.
	You know, you're the second call like that tonight.
	There was a lady who called also about a young boy who just appeared and talked with her.
	And she didn't think anything that strange of it at the time, which surprised me.
	And this sounds just like that.
	Well, I'll tell you, it sure scared me because I didn't see this.
	And I mean, this was a real guy.
	I mean, he was there.
	And then... Well, something.
	Neither one of us saw him disappear.
	It wasn't, you know, a foggy image or anything.
	It was... I understand.
	Something was there, sir.
	Something was there.
	Thank you very much for the call.
	Vermont is kind of a... You know, all of New England, for that matter, is a little bit older.
	It goes back to the beginning of our country, and there's a lot of history, let me put it that way.
	Thank you very much.
	Thank you.
	You take care.
	West of the Rockies, you're on the air.
	Good morning.
	Good morning, Art.
	This is Johnny from Hawaii Kai.
	In Hawaii, yes.
	Yes, I wanted to share a true story that happened to our family in 1971.
	We had just recently moved from Los Angeles to Escondido, California.
	Oh, yes.
	And my dad was working the night shift.
	He was a deputy sheriff in San Diego.
	And we'd been in this house about a week now.
	I had fallen asleep in the living room watching TV and I would say about somewhere around 1 or 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.
	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 I don't know.
	scared me so bad to the point that I was 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 eerie 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.
	Good move.
	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.
	I believe that animals can sense them.
	Right.
	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 got home, we called the priest and had a priest come over, and blessed the house and everything, and ever since that time, we've never felt, you know, never had any problems with it at all.
	Well, it works, and thank you.
	Things do haunt places, there is no question about it.
	Personally, I never liked closets.
	I still don't.
	When I was young... Well, I really don't want to relate all of the 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.
	Get up and go close it.
	First time caller line, you're on the air.
	Good morning.
	Hello.
	Hello.
	Hi, yes, this is Heather in San Clemente.
	Hi, Heather.
	Hi.
	This is a story that happened when I was about 14, 15 years old.
	Right.
	And I was living in Ohio, in an old farmhouse, and we had tons of little ghost stories, but this is the one that really got me.
	Because my girlfriend and I, I got a Ouija board for Christmas, and we were playing with it.
	Young teenage girls and Ouija boards.
	Yeah, I know.
	This goes back to your teenage girl thing.
	Yes, it does.
	And, well, the Ouija board kind of led on, because we were also looking into the supernatural, and looking into that, we found out about channeling.
	And it led on that my friend could channel spirits.
	Yes.
	So we started doing this where we used the Ouija board sort of like a conduit.
	Yes.
	So she started channeling spirits and we're doing this and then after a couple of weeks I kind of got bored and I'm like, well I want to do it.
	So I decided to do it and I remember the experience of having it start where I'm still there I have my eyes closed, I know, but I can see the room and I can also feel the presence in my body of this other spirit.
	It was a freaky thing.
	It was going alright.
	I hear the talking going on between myself and her and then I hear complaining about how bright it is in the room.
	Did you hear it in a detached way?
	Yes.
	I was kind of separated from my body.
	I could see the room even though physically my eyes were closed.
	I could see around the room.
	And so then you began to sense light?
	Yes, the light was too bright.
	We had a candle, you know, prerequisite for the major board.
	We had a candle 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.
	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 I've never even actually known him.
	I go to give him a hug and as soon as I do he disappears.
	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.
	And I run to the bathroom because I can't even breathe.
	My heart hurts.
	My chest hurts.
	I have a burning sensation in my whole body.
	I can't even get a breath.
	I'm twenty-five now, twenty-four now.
	What you did was very dangerous.
	Oh, I know that.
	Now, I mean, after that, we never did anything like that again.
	Well, there are probably a lot of teenage girls sitting up listening tonight.
	And when I had Brad Steiger on the other night, he said, you know, you can tell them, but they're not going to listen.
	They're going to do it anyway.
	Oh, it is.
	It is.
	It's bad.
	You don't mess around with that stuff.
	You don't mess around with that.
	And I'm not surprised.
	I really thank you for that story.
	And I'm sure that you never touched it again.
	Yeah, especially not in that way.
	I appreciate it, dear.
	All right.
	Thank you.
	Teenage girls and Ouija boards.
	It's really a volatile combination.
	Wild Card Line, you're on the air.
	Hello.
	Hello, Art.
	Hi.
	It's great to talk to you.
	This is Mike from Long Beach.
	Hi, Mike.
	This is a story that happened in a place called Claxton, Georgia.
	Claxton, Georgia.
	Not too far from Savannah, where my father's family is from.
	And I was down there visiting one time, and I went to see a cousin.
	Actually, I had another cousin along with me, and my girlfriend at the time.
	I'm a little nervous, Art.
	I'm sorry.
	Oh, that's all right.
	Just tell the story.
	Okay.
	My cousin said, Have you ever seen a ghost before?
	And I said, No.
	And he said, Would you like to see one?
	Well, I said, I sure would.
	Oh, really?
	And my girlfriend, Oh, really?
	Yeah, my girlfriend.
	Was into the Stephen King novels and Anne Rice, and she was ready to go too.
	So he said, we need to go to this place in the woods.
	Yeah, so we decided to go, and there was a little bridge there.
	You're like the woman in the low cut dress that goes right to the basement.
	I mean, you went out to the woods?
	We went out to the woods.
	He assured us that he had been several times, and he had taken friends.
	He said everyone around Claxton knew about this story of a black couple who had been overcome by a white mob.
	The husband had been lynched.
	He said if we go to this bridge that was near the site of the lynching... Here's the tricky part, Art.
	We had to walk across the bridge with our heads down, as though we had been lynched.
	And we walked across the bridge, all the way across, and then we walked back to the center.
	And we looked up, and across the road, it was a little hill, and a lot of trees.
	And we just waited.
	And all at the same time, we said, I see it.
	We saw her come out of the woods.
	Her?
	Her.
	We saw her.
	She was looking for the spirit of her husband.
	Oh, man.
	Oh, man is right.
	I mean, to me, that's going too far to have a truly frightening experience.
	Well, I wasn't very frightened.
	No?
	No.
	Actually, I was curious.
	My girlfriend was running away.
	That would have been me.
	That would have been you.
	But I was very curious, 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.
	Although her shape was sort of, she looked torn and tattered, but she was like a green glow.
	And you just stood there watching, saying cool?
	We stood there.
	One of my cousins left, who hadn't seen it before.
	He ran away.
	Smart cousin, yes.
	The smart cousin.
	My girlfriend was running, too.
	Smart girlfriend.
	Another cousin of mine and I stayed.
	Dumb cousins.
	I didn't feel frightened.
	So you stayed, and what happened?
	Well, eventually we left, because the others were running back to my cousin's truck, and we didn't want to be left behind, so we followed them.
	But nothing bad ever came of it.
	If I ever go back to Claxton, Georgia again, I'll be out on that bridge again.
	You would do that again?
	I would do that again.
	Well, maybe it's an IQ problem.
	Basic, you know.
	Thank you very much for the call.
	Oh, thank you, Art.
	Take care.
	Oh my gosh.
	That's going too far to have too much of a terrifying experience.
	West of the Rockies, you're on the air.
	Hello.
	Yeah, hi Art.
	This is Lance from Clam Falls, Oregon.
	Hi Lance.
	Yeah, hi.
	I've got a story I want to tell you.
	I just got out of the Marine Corps and I live in Southern California.
	A friend of mine was getting married and his wife was from Hanford, California.
	And we had to go over there for the wedding.
	And before we went over there she said that we had to You know, we could stay at a friend of her house where she lived when she was a teenager.
	But she warned us about this one room in this house that was built on by the guy that used to own the house that she used to stay in.
	She said that she woke up one night and there was a thunder and lightning going on in the
	house.
	She got really scared and she got up and looked outside and all she saw was a starry sky.
	No clouds?
	No clouds, no nothing.
	Thunder and lightning inside the house?
	Yeah, she saw the flash going through the windows.
	We kind of took this story like ho-hum.
	Yeah, right.
	So me and my friend were in the back room there where she used to stay and they had
	like a couch back there and kind of like a game room with a dart board.
	We were standing there throwing darts and we were talking about, yeah what do you think
	Jenny, do you think she's had a little too much to drink or something during that night
	when she saw these clouds and this thunderstorm and stuff?
	Yes.
	And, you know, we're kind of discussing it.
	We just got through throwing darts, all six of them, in the dart board.
	My friend went to pull one dart out.
	and it popped out of the dart board.
	He goes, oh no.
	Then he didn't get the points or something for the darts.
	Then he went to pull another dart out and it fell down to the ground.
	You mean before he pulled it out?
	Yeah, before he even touched it.
	He went to reach for it and this happened all three times.
	After that we stood back and we looked at my three darts and each one of them, one by
	fell down to the ground.
	Bye.
	And we just went, oh.
	Right.
	Oh, whatever.
	Yeah.
	So we went in and we ran and we told everybody and they said a weird thing also happened in that house, but they had their speaker set up in this house and they're sitting there listening to the stereo and all the speaker wires start flying off the wall and unplug the speakers.
	Oh, that's bad.
	Yeah.
	Very bad.
	That's even worse than the darts.
	Yeah, well, the wedding ended up pretty good, but the marriage didn't turn out too good.
	The marriage didn't turn out too good.
	We'll be right back.
	Gonna go to the place that's the best.
	Better lay my doubts back, Going up to the spirit's side.
	This is CBC.
	If you have the guts, turn your lights out.
	I have.
	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, as she always does for me.
	There's a skull right above me, and if I clap my hands, it chatters its teeth.
	And it, it lights up and it sounds horrible!
	And then there's a little guy from one of the, uh, 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.
	And 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 are you 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.
	Uh, well, when I was 12 years old... Where are you, sir?
	Pennsylvania.
	Alright.
	Uh, when I was 12 years old, a real close friend of the family died.
	And... She came to me and gave me a dollar bill.
	Uh-huh.
	And she said that she'd see me on my birthday.
	So, every Halloween, she comes and gives me another dollar.
	At exactly noon.
	She does?
	Yes.
	And, well, since that day that I first saw her, I've been seeing ghosts everywhere.
	In the streets, in houses, and in the house I'm living in right now, it used to be a funeral home.
	Oh, that's bad.
	And, on January 1st of every year, there's funeral going on in the living room. All the furniture is
	gone.
	There's a funeral going on?
	Yes.
	Doesn't this make you want to move?
	No, I've gotten used to it.
	Sure. Get out of the living room, funeral going on, get used to that.
	Well, it's only one day a year.
	That'd be one day too many for me.
	And then you're seeing ghosts everywhere anyway.
	You're beginning to see entities.
	How do you feel about that?
	Well, it doesn't really scare me.
	They can't harm me.
	How do you know that?
	Well, ghosts don't harm you.
	How do you know that?
	Because I've talked to them.
	Well, maybe the ones you know don't.
	But we've heard some pretty strange stories this morning.
	Well, most of the ones that do hurt you are the demons.
	Demons?
	Yeah.
	How does a person who doesn't see a lot of these entities like yourself discern the difference?
	Well, you can't really tell.
	Well, you've made my point for me.
	Thank you very much for the call.
	You can't really tell.
	Uh, first time caller on the line, you're on the air.
	Hi.
	Hi, good morning.
	Good morning to you.
	You know, let me tell you something real fast before I tell you my story, because the hermit you were saying about that clattering teeth little skull thing you had.
	Yeah.
	Real quickly, this reminds me of something I almost forgot about.
	A few years ago, I worked at a hotel, at a graveyard shift in San Diego.
	Oh, yes.
	From my vantage point, right across is a restaurant which we shared the property with.
	And they were already closed, but there was one man left in there and he was cleaning up.
	And there is a phone link, like you hit three numbers and we could call each other back and forth if we need to during the day.
	Gotcha.
	Okay, well anyway, he was in the back and suddenly he came running out into the lobby.
	But just before he did, I mean just seconds before he did, the phone rang.
	And it was from the restaurant.
	I could tell by the switchboard it was a restaurant.
	I thought he was calling me for something, so I looked over to see who it was.
	Nobody was there.
	And I thought, what is this?
	Well, he came over and he had, this was around Christmas time, this must have been maybe three years ago, and he had one of those little heads like you're talking about, but a Santa Claus one that would say, ho, ho, ho.
	Yes.
	And you actually got to clap your hands to make some noise for it.
	Did that?
	Yes.
	That thing was doing that.
	And there was nobody clapping, you know, their hands or making any such noise.
	And when he came out the door, a side door, which was not within my vantage point, you know, from behind.
	Right.
	At the same time as that phone rang.
	And anyway, that was just a strange incident.
	But I almost forgot about that one.
	Until I mentioned the skull.
	Yeah, and I thought, oh, I remember that.
	Thing is pretty cool.
	Here we go.
	Yeah, OK.
	Well, this occurred when I was very young.
	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.
	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.
	If you walked down the hallway toward where the living room would be, to the left was our kitchen.
	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.
	I remember the first incident that ever occurred in that house.
	I live in kind of a strict family that the kids stayed in the room until they were allowed to get up in the morning for breakfast.
	We were real little, all of us, just the 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 brother making coffee, stirring the cup and setting the cup down.
	And then turning the lights off and then going out the front door, closing that lock, and then jumping in the car and leaving.
	The whole sequence of sounds was always the same.
	Sure.
	Because I was pretty much awake during that time.
	You get used to the rhythm of a house.
	The rhythm of a house, exactly.
	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 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 tell my mother I would tell any adult that would listen to me including parents of my friends They all thought I was dreaming and they didn't believe me.
	They don't listen to kids enough I don't think.
	I know.
	Well, incidents started to increase and also something else started happening too.
	My dogs would get out.
	We had two short haired dogs.
	We was loving it at night time.
	We had them in the back room and we had the washing machine and dryer.
	Pretty much quite frequently, I wouldn't say every day, but I'd say at least once a week
	the dogs would get out.
	They would come tearing up the hallway and jumping on our beds and stuff like that.
	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 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 from me, because it would go from my feet up into my chest area.
	And then it would go away, and this would happen a lot of times.
	I would say, fairly frequently.
	Well, at one point, when this would happen, I would first wake up.
	Alright, we don't have much time left.
	Okay, I'm going to hurry this.
	I would get up and I would run for it, into, like where 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'll never bother me again.
	You'll never ever bother me again.
	We moved to a house in Ontario, California.
	Within about a year or so, when I was in about the fourth grade by this time, I remember this instance 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 peacoat, and his head was crouched down, and he went right into my room.
	I don't know if it 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 me 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.
	It was just a blank face.
	A blank face.
	Alright.
	Well, I appreciate the story.
	I would say this.
	That children and animals sense these things before adults do.
	Not that adults don't experience them, but they have to be much more obvious.
	And sometimes they can occur and your animals will know there is a presence.
	Your children will know And you will put it off, as one does children, to their active little imaginations.
	When they get older, and they become as you, they too will be basically immune to it.
	That doesn't mean it's not there.
	You just have forgotten how to see it, and hear it, and know it.
	Not children, and not animals.
	West of the Rockies, you're on the air.
	Good morning, Art.
	Good morning.
	This is Grant in Seattle.
	Yes, Grant.
	Got the mood lighting, the candle, the open closet.
	I wouldn't open the closet.
	Got a story for you about a haunted radio station I worked at about seven years ago in southern Idaho.
	Oh, there's plenty of stories and broadcasting.
	Southern Idaho, huh?
	Yes.
	All right.
	I won't mention the station because the management would get quite upset.
	Yeah, please don't.
	Even if we would ask about the ghost.
	I worked there on the weekends, overnight shift, and basically the only one in the station.
	Had heard about the ghost years before.
	We used to go out there for the ghost tour, and they would show us things that it would do.
	It would flip on lights, basically on command.
	Really?
	So when I would work out there, lights would flip on and off, phones would ring, pick it up, be a dial tone, hang it up, ring, dial tone.
	The layout of the station, the way it was set up, if you wanted a Coke or a snack, you were in the basement.
	Which at 3.30 in the morning, you're kind of freaked out, and you're hungry, you go to the basement.
	And so I would go down to the basement, and the layout of the station, say from the south wall there were desks, 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.
	And, you know, what do you do at that point?
	That's not fair.
	None of that is good.
	Do you stay down there and get the coke, or do you go back upstairs and face it?
	The strange thing about this ghost, it was connected to one of the DJs that worked there.
	Before it ever appeared at the station, it was at his house.
	And I guess it was a pretty... Things that happened to me at the station weren't violent.
	Things that happened previously to the other DJs that were pretty violent.
	Things being thrown at them.
	Well, that can happen.
	In other words, it can be transferred, usually because it occupies a person and that person brings it to a new place.
	Yeah, that's what happened with this.
	His wife left his house with his kids.
	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.
	Yeah, there you are.
	Alright, well, see, it was forced out of one location, transferred itself.
	Interesting.
	Very interesting.
	Wild Card Line, you're on the air.
	Hi.
	Hello, Pat here, KSFO San Francisco.
	Hello, Pat.
	Ah, boy, I'm ready to run just like you.
	A lot of these stories, I'd be gone just like you.
	Ah, that's right.
	Teenager, Golden Gate Park, a place called Well, maybe the kids called it Dark Valley.
	Used to ride our bikes through there.
	In the evening, of course, on the streets, it'd be much lighter.
	But down amongst the trees, there was a nice road we used to love to take.
	It dipped down, and then we'd pedal like hell to get to the other end.
	I'd have to say Grim Reaper.
	Whether men in a costume are, I have no idea.
	Pedaling down about five in the evening, mighty dark.
	Oh, yes.
	And with a friend on our Schwinn's or single speed bikes.
	And it's dark near the tree line.
	We're in a road about six feet wide.
	Sure enough.
	Perfect example.
	Just out of the darkness walks black tape hood in front of the face.
	Baggy hood.
	Can't see the face.
	Gleaming.
	Sickle.
	In other words, a normal San Francisco resident.
	Exactly.
	Just kidding.
	I mean, even with a sickle and everything?
	I couldn't believe it, Art.
	I couldn't believe it.
	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.
	Pedaling like hell.
	I go right under his arm, the kid touches me, and we're out of there.
	The police, a big friend of mine, let's go back and we'll get him, it's some weirdo.
	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 front of the beach.
	He was going too fast.
	We were taking turns on this motorcycle.
	A woman from the middle lane cut across right in front of him into the parking lot.
	Maybe that was the Grim Reaper.
	I'm telling ya.
	And maybe you will see that again.
	In other words, there are people that see that figure before those close to them die.
	I'll tell ya Art.
	And those Ouija boards, stay away from them.
	I'll let you go.
	Thank you very much for the call.
	Take care of the Bay Area.
	West of the Rockies, you're on the air.
	Hello.
	Hi, I'm Jenny in Golden.
	Golden, Colorado?
	That's right.
	All right.
	And I've got a pretty interesting story for you.
	All right, let her rip.
	Okay.
	I live in a house that is probably 112 years old from a historic district in Golden.
	Yes, sir.
	And, well, I never detected anything really funny about the house except for one time.
	And I was Actually, I was taking a bath, it was late at night, and I had a candle burning, and this wasn't so odd, but the candle just blew out, went out.
	But, five minutes, I just sat there because I was taking a bath, and I said, whatever, no big deal.
	Yeah.
	Okay, well maybe five minutes later, it comes back on.
	Now that's bad.
	Yeah.
	That's really bad.
	Five minutes later, it came back on.
	Right, now if it had been maybe a second, I could maybe see that, but it wasn't a trick candle.
	It was just a basic candle.
	Right.
	And the flame was dancing up and down really high.
	And it just came back on.
	So what did you do?
	I was pretty terrified.
	I just kind of sat there.
	The water got pretty cold.
	The water got cold?
	Well, because I was sitting there.
	In other words, you wouldn't get back out again?
	Right.
	I was pretty scared.
	The candle that wouldn't die.
	Pretty good one, huh?
	True?
	Yes, very true.
	Absolutely true?
	Absolutely positive.
	You swear on your bathwater, it's true?
	I swear on the cold bathwater.
	Well, I don't know what I'd do in a case like that, but I'd probably do... I don't know if I'd sit there until the water got cold.
	But then again, I might.
	Were you just sort of frozen with fear?
	That was basically it.
	I was basically just petrified.
	All right, my friend.
	I appreciate the call.
	All right, thanks.
	Thank you.
	As we continue To listen to the strange, the unusual.
	Ghost stories.
	It is Halloween.
	The only thing about these are that they're real.
	And that's why they scare you.
	And another good question might be... Why do you think you like to be scared?
	Hmm?
	How much do you like to be scared?
	If you haven't done it yet, why don't you do it?
	Go turn...
	Turn down the light.
	Turn out the light.
	If you've got the guts, we've got another hour.
	stay right there I think it's time to get ready
	To realize just what I have found I have been so impaired of what I am
	It's all clear to me now My heart is on fire
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	From the Kingdom of Nine, Coast to Coast AM continues with Art Bell.
	On the first time caller line, you're on the air.
	Hi.
	Hi.
	How are you?
	Fine.
	Where are you, sir?
	I'm fine.
	Where am I?
	Yes.
	I'm calling from Ojai, California.
	Ojai.
	I know it well.
	All right.
	Well, very well.
	Back in 1981, I was 19 years old in Arkansas.
	Yes, sir.
	Okay.
	And I was with an acquaintance that night.
	And, um, he was into the occult.
	Okay.
	Now, I was not.
	We, um, said goodnight, I went home, and it was, uh, just getting dark, and I went to bed.
	Okay, I'm facing the wall, and then, um, starting to doze off, and not quite asleep, I get an eerie feeling, and the room gets chilly.
	I turn over to my other side, There's the man that I was with early on that evening.
	Bad sign.
	And I looked at him and I said, what are you doing here?
	I said, how'd you get in?
	Because I had the door dead bolted and chained.
	And he just looked at me and he just laughed.
	He goes, John, that was all that he said.
	And so then I got up.
	I was awake.
	I got up and I followed him.
	And he led me into the kitchen.
	I'm sure you did.
	the switch, the light went on, and he disappeared.
	So I went to the door and it was dead bolted and still chained.
	Actually I wasn't scared that night when it happened, however every night there on out
	I went to sleep with the light on for quite a while.
	I'm sure you did.
	Yes sir I did.
	I asked him about the next day and he just chuckled.
	It's not quite a ghost story because he was still alive, but I did see him there and he
	disappeared.
	That's horrible, sir.
	And I wouldn't like that one bit.
	Whether he was alive or not, that would mean he had projected himself into your house.
	Right, but I believe in a spiritual world, but I believe in... Well, I don't believe it was actually his spirit.
	I believe in demons.
	And I believe it was probably something that he did that caused that to happen, for sure.
	But I don't actually believe that.
	I'm sure so.
	I mean, if he laughed, it was obvious he knew.
	So he had projected himself into that house in a physical form.
	That takes a lot of power.
	I've got to run.
	Thank you.
	OK, good night.
	Good night.
	Listen to this one, folks.
	Dear Art, in 1975, I was stationed on the old USS Roosevelt aircraft carrier.
	We were on a med cruise in port in Sicily.
	While on leave, I went to the USO to call home.
	And my mother answered the phone and began crying as soon as she realized it was me.
	She told me, do not go back to the ship when it goes back to sea again.
	She was almost hysterical about it.
	She made me promise that I would not go no matter what might be done to me, even if it meant a court martial.
	I was the supply officer's yeoman.
	So I made arrangements to fly to Naples, Italy, which was to be our next stop in seven days.
	My job would be to set up water and garbage barges for the carrier when it arrived.
	My berthing area on the ship was all the way forward, just below the cat launchers.
	While the USS Roosevelt was going through the Messina Straits between Italy and Sicily, she collided with a Liberian wheat freighter.
	We hit it broadside.
	My berthing area collapsed the sleeping area, which had been pushed into it.
	The collision occurred about 2 a.m., and I would have been asleep at that time, and I would have very likely been killed.
	When the ship arrived in Naples, I couldn't believe what had happened.
	Mothers do know what's best, and it's signed simply, Jerry.
	Wild Card Line, you're on the air.
	All right, this is Forrest, calling from Denver.
	Hello, Forrest.
	How are you?
	Fine.
	Um, this is another Colorado law enforcement ghost story.
	Did you, uh, you're the one I read.
	Oh, yeah.
	Yeah.
	Yeah, this one is on.
	The officer will remain anonymous as well as the agency if that's okay.
	That's fine.
	A couple years ago, a veteran officer in Colorado was on a routine night patrol on a kind of a misty night.
	And he was driving along the road he knew very well, hadn't been in that area for many years.
	He saw a gentleman walking or standing alongside the road.
	It was a little bit unusual because it was in a rather desolate area of Colorado.
	He pulled over Sure.
	Did a routine field interrogation.
	Right.
	On the fellow.
	He turned out to have no ID.
	Gave him a name.
	Whatever the name was, it didn't matter.
	And he had no reason to hold him.
	You know, not having any weapons on him or anything like that.
	So he just let him go.
	Sure.
	He didn't necessarily search him, but he had no reason to hold him or act any further.
	Understood.
	So, about 20 or 30 miles down the road, as he was driving along, he spots another fellow standing alongside the road.
	This guy knew the area real well.
	He did not turn back on himself or get lost.
	He pulls over.
	Here we go again.
	The guy comes over the car.
	The officer rolls down the opposite window.
	The guy looks inside the patrolman's car and he realizes it's the same guy.
	He looks at him.
	He's kind of taken aback.
	He decides, hey, what's up with this?
	Gets out of his car, turns the lights on.
	You know, walks around the corridor, proceeds to want to interrogate this fellow further, and he's just gone.
	Gone.
	He's just not there.
	True story?
	Yes.
	I have it on very good authority.
	Yes.
	I appreciate your telling it.
	Yeah.
	Thank you very much.
	Thank you.
	That is but one of many in law enforcement.
	And as you know, they work in all hours.
	Law enforcement goes on 24 hours a day.
	And so they're out there in the dark hours.
	And things happen.
	East of the Rockies, you're on the air.
	Hello.
	Hi, Art.
	Hello.
	This is Bill from Savage, Minnesota.
	Hi, Bill.
	KSTP.
	You bet.
	I had an experience about five years ago.
	I went to a housewarming party from acquaintance at work.
	And during the party, I went into the restroom and I was standing there.
	And just this cold shiver came over me and then a voice in my head, wasn't my voice, is screaming, get out.
	Really?
	I would take that at face value.
	I left.
	There you go.
	Also, another friend of mine who grew up in the area and some other kids that I hunt with every year, about 20 years prior to that, one of the guys that I hunted with, Uh, his mother committed suicide in that house.
	Uh-huh.
	With a gun, in the bathroom.
	Yes.
	Yeah, I don't know what it is about that kind of death.
	But, uh, everybody out there who's ever contemplating such a thing should bear in mind these sorts of stories.
	Uh, these spirits seem to be caught, or linger, or don't know to go on.
	I don't know what occurs to them.
	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.
	I never believed in that kind of stuff either, but I firmly believe these days.
	Sure.
	I appreciate the call, sir.
	I love your show.
	Thank you.
	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, Don't go into that apartment before you bring a priest to bless it.
	That place is evil.
	As I opened the door, I beheld an eerie sight.
	The walls were painted black.
	The windows covered with thick, dark cloth.
	All the light bulbs were placed 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 a 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.
	And I'll withhold the name.
	West of the Rockies, you're on the air.
	Yeah, what's up, Robert?
	Hi.
	Hey, I'm Jose from Elkhorn, California.
	Yes, sir.
	Yeah, um... KFMB, right?
	Yep, San Diego.
	Uh-huh.
	And my story has to do with your radio show.
	My radio show.
	Yeah, a couple days ago you had a guest on about Poltergeist.
	Yes, I did.
	Brad Steiger.
	Yeah, and I was listening to your show and all of a sudden my radio turned all the way up.
	Oh?
	And I couldn't turn it down at all.
	I tried everything.
	I turned it off.
	Somebody wanted you to hear something.
	Nobody.
	I don't know what happened.
	It just wouldn't shut off or anything.
	Just really weird.
	How's it been behaving since?
	It just went and turned down.
	I turned it off.
	It finally went off a couple of seconds after I turned it off.
	My radio usually turns off right after I turn it off though.
	Well, there's always been something about this program.
	Yeah, I just thought I was really weird about Poultry Guys and all of a sudden my radio
	just turned all the way up by itself.
	How's it been behaving since?
	Perfectly fine.
	It works normal.
	I'm using it right now.
	Doesn't surprise me.
	Yeah.
	Take it for what it's worth.
	Thank you very much for the call.
	First time caller line, you're on the air.
	Hello?
	Yes, hi.
	Hi, Art.
	This is Marcy calling from Juneau, Alaska.
	Well, Juneau, Alaska.
	Hi, Marcy.
	How are you?
	I'm doing fine.
	My husband and I have just started watching your show and we enjoy it a great deal.
	Do you actually sit there and stare at the radio?
	Well, actually, it's on TV.
	We have our scanner channel on.
	Oh, I see.
	Alright.
	And I have a story that has a very good moral behind it, not to play with a Ouija board.
	My very best friend used to babysit in a house And she babysat for years there.
	The house was always a warm, happy home.
	And a new family moved into the home, and she was recommended to the family as a babysitter.
	And she began babysitting for this new family.
	And the house began to change.
	It became a very gloomy house.
	Very odd things would go on.
	The dog would go crazy.
	You think it was because of her?
	Well, I'll tell you what I think it was after the beginning portion.
	There was a two-year-old little girl, and she would go into these trances.
	You could stand in front of her and scream, and she wouldn't come out of it.
	It would last for quite a while.
	Oh, that's weird.
	I have a two-year-old myself, and I know that's impossible.
	But she would go through these weird things that were going on.
	The kids would never wake up at night, a five-year-old and a two-year-old, which I think is very odd myself, because I have children.
	Yes.
	Several things would happen, and she grew more and more uneasy about babysitting there.
	Um, she decided to give the children a bath because they really needed a bath.
	You know, the mother had changed, the kids had changed, the house had changed, everything was kind of yuck.
	And so she gave the kids a bath, um, and she washed the little boy in the tub, and the little girl, who was two years old, was petrified of being washed.
	And she was washed in the sink because she could sit in there and it was easier for her to handle the little girl.
	Okay, we've got to hurry.
	And eventually they put them to bed.
	They never woke up.
	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.
	You mean right before her eyes?
	Right.
	Later on, she found out that the woman had a priest come in.
	She never babysat for them again.
	She told them she was never going to babysit again.
	A priest had come into the house and blessed the house, tried to rid it of the evil spirit.
	There was a Ouija board involved.
	The woman threw it out the door.
	But eventually, the house became abandoned and no one had lived in it for, I would say,
	Story of the babysitter.
	Alright, thank you dear.
	From Juneau, Alaska.
	That's the capital, by the way, of Alaska.
	You can only get to it by air or water.
	Did you know that about Juneau and Alaska?
	I'm Art Bell and this is CBZ.
	Hey Art, two cousins of mine who are brothers slept in the basement of an old house about 25 years ago.
	video.
	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 budge it 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 basin.
	That's from Dennis in Kansas City.
	On our first time caller line, you're on the air.
	Good morning.
	Good morning, Art.
	This is Brad calling from San Diego.
	Hi, Brad.
	Hi.
	You know, I was going to call with this story last year, and I get so frightened just thinking about it, I chickened out, so I'm going to give it a try this year.
	All right.
	Give it your best shot.
	It was in Hawaii about two years ago.
	My wife was asleep and I was out watching one of the shows they have at Waikiki every night.
	There were two enormous Hawaiian men that just sang like birds.
	He was married to this beautiful young woman who would dance.
	As I watched this woman during the evening, there was something about this woman that just completely bothered me.
	It just unnerved me.
	There was something unnatural about the way she danced.
	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 to something.
	I understand.
	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.
	Uh-huh.
	And was only asleep for maybe a couple minutes, when my wife let out the most prolific, curling scream, jumped out of bed, ran to the door, was clawing at the door, trying to get out of the room.
	Oh, wait, wait, wait, wait.
	What was clawing at the door?
	My wife was.
	She jumped, 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.
	I brought her up and she said she came to and there was something standing over the bed looking down at her.
	It was just a couple of moments later.
	I did my best to calm her down.
	She went back to sleep almost immediately, almost like you were talking to someone who had been walking in her sleep.
	In the morning we spoke and I had the distinct feeling that I had seen this lady dancing.
	Her familiar or whatever it was she used to do her act had seen me and followed me back to the room.
	The second I had fallen asleep, this thing had hovered over my wife and woken her up.
	That is truly frightening.
	Well, thank you for bringing it to us.
	This was the right night.
	Thank you.
	Thank you, Art.
	Bye.
	Take care.
	Familiar.
	Do you know what a familiar is?
	Maybe you don't want to.
	This is CBC.
	the world.
	Wild Card Line, you're on the air.
	Good morning.
	Hi, Art.
	This is TJ from Colorado Springs.
	Yes, sir.
	It's a long story.
	I was into all the paranormal stuff.
	I had a friend who said he was a wizard, which intrigued me.
	We ended up going to Genesee Park at the summer solstice to see tree spirits.
	We got up to this one point in Genesee Park and we were sitting there doing our little thing to see this.
	The air felt heavy.
	Everything just started feeling bad.
	We started seeing little red eyes peering at us.
	Red eyes?
	Yeah and they kept coming and stuff so we decided to get out of there.
	Good move.
	We started going back to our car and on the way back to the car I looked off to my left and there was, oh 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 counterclockwise around a glowing like a fire or something.
	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.
	At this point everybody in the group freaked.
	We started running and as we started to run There were other great figures coming from both sides of the road, following us like scouts and stuff, just coming at us.
	I was freaking.
	At this point, I was into a lot of things.
	I had a dragon necklace on that had a protection spell put on it by Wiccans, witches and stuff.
	At this point, I grabbed my necklace and I was like, Dragons, please help us.
	A bright light shined in our face, and we all, 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 at the 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.
	You guys are out of your minds.
	Well, we were at that point.
	At least I was at that point.
	I was into everything, the Ouija, everything, and come to find out, talking to other people and everything, that that's a common occurrence.
	When something paranormal or spiritual happens, especially ladybugs, which are the symbol of good luck, tend to congregate at a spot where something bad might have happened.
	But come to find out, not only is Genesee Park built over an Indian burial ground, but that's Jefferson County Police Patrol.
	That's way out of the jurisdiction of Golden Police Department.
	They shouldn't have been there?
	They shouldn't have been there and the people that were with us that had warrants out for their arrest for not appearing in court.
	You know, nothing major.
	But they skipped court.
	Nothing ever happened to that.
	But I'll tell you to this day, I've not been back up there.
	I don't blame you.
	Finally you made a right choice.
	That's a weird story.
	I have a story that I haven't told too often.
	I'm trying to recall it here as I listen to your show, but it happened to me when I was about eight years old.
	What was it?
	I lived in Fort Madison, Iowa, down on the Mississippi River.
	Our family lived in a two-story farmhouse.
	It was a two-story brick house on a hill.
	I used to sleep on the south side of the house.
	I faced a pasture where I used to play Cowboys and Indians when I was a boy.
	Above the pasture valley there was a highway that curved about a half a mile around to the east of the house.
	There was one night that I couldn't sleep and I just looked out the window and I saw these lights of a car coming around the highway.
	They came off the highway toward my window and disappeared into the valley where we always played.
	I was petrified.
	This is a true story.
	I was absolutely petrified.
	I remember going in and screaming to my mom and dad about it.
	This happened two nights in a row.
	I can vividly remember this whole thing.
	A few days later, some friends of mine and I were playing down in the pasture.
	Toward the east, a light appeared.
	It was the same hue, the same size.
	Across this road, there was a grass airfield.
	It was an airplane that had taken off.
	And the plane, we watched this plane, the front wheels, it was a Piper Cub, hit the phone wires and crashed nose into the highway.
	Oof.
	And we watched it crash.
	And it crashed, it was heading right for the place where these lights were that I had seen before.
	Wow.
	So, it was a real crash?
	Yes, it was.
	Ooh, that is freaky.
	But it was the same size of light and the same color of light And it was sort of like almost that I had some kind of a, you know, a premonition or something.
	I understand, and I can thank you.
	I can understand there would be a premonition about that sort of event.
	That that sort of event, a plane crash, a car crash, a death, would notch itself deeply into whatever space and time exists for such things.
	They are traumatic events.
	West of the Rockies, you're on the air.
	Hi.
	Art?
	Yes.
	It's Janice in Tacoma.
	I'm out delivering papers, so it's not the best night to be listening to this.
	Hi, Janice.
	When I was first married, my husband and I lived in Redlands, California.
	He flew C-141s down there at Norton Air Force Base.
	I was home alone a lot.
	We had purchased a brand new home.
	It was a real peaceful home, but I went through a period of time where things were going on that I kind of ignored, but they were kind of sad at night and things, and one night I remember the garage door, the doorknob was moving, and my dogs started barking absolutely crazy, so I called the police and they came out and looked around, nothing, and then slowly this ominous kind of feeling began to come through the home when I'd be alone at night.
	And I was always glad when my husband would come home from his trips, because I would feel a little bit more secure.
	But this one night, this coldness that would come into the house became more and more obvious.
	And I really, as I look back on it, become more aware of it than I was at that point.
	But I felt an uneasiness in the home.
	One night, I was laying in bed, and we had a full-length mirror on a dresser at the foot of the bed.
	And I was down to sleep, and all of a sudden, I was just like a shock.
	I was woken.
	I don't know if you've ever experienced that.
	Some people are just like, brought out of sleep, like in a cold sweat.
	I know exactly what you're talking about.
	And I looked at the foot of my bed and there was a black figure standing there.
	In front of the mirror.
	There was no reflection in the mirror.
	And I mean, I laid there paralyzed.
	Of course.
	And I just began to pray to the Lord's Prayer.
	I couldn't, you know, I had nothing else.
	And I had known, as a Christian, I had known that we had authority over anything.
	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 had imagined it and I didn't share it with anybody, but over the years I've 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.
	Yep, it's easy to laugh at, unless it's happened to you.
	Yeah, and it's just, you know, my husband, I was laying there, my husband was sleeping through this whole thing.
	And, um, so, I just wanted to relate that to you for my ghost story.
	Well, there you are.
	Thank you, and, uh, have a good time delivering papers.
	Keep your head down.
	First time caller line, you're on the air.
	Hi, Art.
	Hello.
	Funnest night of the year on your show, I love it.
	Well, it depends on your definition of fun.
	I mean... Well... Anyway, go ahead, sir.
	Uh, real interesting.
	Uh, this is Jeff Collins, uh, listening on Como.
	Right.
	Seattle area.
	I had an experience, uh, at the, uh, Custer Battlefield about five years ago.
	Went out there with my family, and I'd gone ahead to, uh, the battle site by myself, and I was up there in the afternoon, and... Turned out I was the last person in the park, and the Ranger came up, and, uh, I don't know.
	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 was real quiet and the only thing you could hear was
	the wind in your ears.
	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 and I thought the ranger was back.
	Crunching.
	Crunching.
	Walking.
	I turned around and there was a soul in there and my heart just leaped into my throat.
	I thought, what the heck?
	I must have been imagining things.
	I turned around and started to walk again and very definitely, I was listening this
	time, I heard it again right behind me.
	Crunching, walking?
	Yeah, like a footstep on the gravel.
	I stopped and it took one more step and stopped.
	I thought, my God, I turned around and I said, you know what?
	So I decided, well, said out loud, you know, hey, you know, if you're there, what is it?
	What do you want?
	And I never got any kind of an answer, but just could feel a very definite presence.
	There was something with you.
	There must be something about sites of real tragedy and violent death.
	There's no question about it.
	Yeah.
	Battlefields.
	Earlier we talked about the island of Okinawa.
	Right.
	It's a haunted island, sir.
	I can tell you, places where many, many people have died violently, unexpectedly, they're haunted.
	That's all there is to it.
	It was astounding.
	Thank you.
	Take care.
	There's no doubt about it.
	Violent death.
	Unexpected death.
	Suicides.
	Murders.
	They definitely There are things that remain.
	Wild Card Line, you're on the air.
	Good morning.
	Hi, Art.
	This is Mike in KES.
	Hi, Mike.
	This is a story about demons.
	Demons.
	Lucifer.
	Yes.
	And angels.
	All right.
	And it's a true story.
	Well, we don't have a lot of time, so lay it out.
	About a year prior to my sister's death in 1980, my younger sister, she had a couple strokes at my parents' house.
	And she was incoherent for about a month.
	She would just babble, and she would just stare straight forward.
	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.
	And it came at me up in the room.
	She stayed in my parents' room during this time.
	Half man, half goat?
	Right.
	She said, why are you here?
	And he said, that does not matter.
	What matters is that I stay here until the job is done.
	And she kept asking it to leave.
	And finally, I pinned her up against the back wall.
	And she rebuked it and left.
	And that's the only thing she remembered.
	And during that time, we had the family up there when all this was going on.
	Because we were afraid she was going to die.
	In fact, she did one night.
	But my granddad, during a family prayer, now he's not a religious man, but he claims that he's seen an angel with its wings out spread over her.
	And this happened to him twice, on two occasions.
	Now, on the third occasion, she was in a doctor's office, and he's seen a gray angel.
	And he says, well, this time he started to talk to it.
	He says, have you come to get her?
	And it said, no, I will tarry yet a while longer.
	During the time that she was going through all this turmoil in her life at the helm, he went up in the orchard one night to pray.
	He claims that Lucifer appeared unto him.
	He described him as being a tall man, about 6'2", and long, straight, black hair.
	He said his eyes were black and looked like bottoms of tits.
	What he said to him was, We'll just see how much he trusted near God once she has been gone.
	Then at the family burial, when she finally died, my granddad fell to his knees and we thought he just passed out or something.
	I called him about three days later and he says, I can't even get out of bed.
	Something happened up there.
	taken to another place that was in the midst of the most beautiful garden I've ever seen and
	Marcy was standing on the side of a hill on a vineyard and She turned and looked at me and said grandpa
	Everything is so perfect and this was also seen at the identical time by a man in, California
	Who told me the exact same vision on that same time?
	Well, I'm not sure how many people could look the devil, you know Lucifer in the eye and live through it
	Well, it's uh, he said it Chilled him to the bone when he when he talked to him like
	that, but uh I'm sure it would.
	Look, the program is over and you get the Halloween honors.
	Good night, cruel world.
	Good night, cruel world.
	I think there was a song by that title, wasn't there?
	Well, that's a wrap on Ghost to Ghost for this year.
	I'm gonna take a couple of days off and you're gonna get to hear a couple of great repeats.
	Good night, America!
	Good night, Canada!

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