Ghost to Ghost AM (1997) features callers recounting eerie encounters—Peter from Syracuse feels his late friend’s father’s presence through attic crashes, Lauren hears a ghostly bell linked to her violent-loss boyfriend, and George discovers hidden Confederate artifacts after a neighbor’s spirit haunts him. A Catholic priest confirms restless souls near Iroquois burial grounds, while a Virginia therapist witnesses a deceased man’s translucent farewell. Art Bell frames these stories as undeniable evidence of life after death, blending skepticism with unsettling implications. [Automatically generated summary]
From the high desert and the great American Southwest day in darkness at this hour, I bid you good evening or good morning in more cases than not on Halloween's many, many time zone works on Halloween in the West, Hawaii, the Asian Island Chain, Good to the Caribbean where Halloween's been underway for some time now.
South in South America, where it depends, North to the pool and worldwide where it depends.
good morning everybody and welcome to ghost to ghost a.m Yes, it's that time of year again.
And tonight, we will do what we do every year at this time.
Now, what we do is tell ghost stories.
So the following recommendation is for you.
Turn down the lights.
Better yet, turn them off.
Turn the radio up as high as you can handle it.
And get ready.
Because you're about to share some very, very weird stuff.
Number one, we don't take jokes, although I'm about to make one.
All we take on Ghosts of Ghost is serious, real ghost stories.
Now those of you who happened to hear the program with Brad Seiger last night, it will be, by the way, repeated over the weekend at some point if you didn't hear it.
It was an excellent, excellent, excellent program.
Brad is always a very good guest.
And when I say real, I mean in the sense that it bit me in the butt last night.
And boy, did it bite me in the butt last night.
I can't recall at what time it was during the Steiger interview.
But something happened here last night.
And it may have been because of the discussion we were having.
I suspect that.
I suspect when you invite these things in the sense that you talk of them, they probably notice, particularly on an international program like this.
At any rate, we were in the middle of discussing any number of ghostly type things.
And at the end of one of my breaks, or at the beginning, more likely of one of my breaks, really, as I ran the bumper of music and prepared to get up and go into the other room, I removed my headsets.
And I'm telling you right now, I've got a door to my radio room here, what I call my shack, my radio room, and somebody sent me a little placard that came from a ship that obviously at one time sailed the high seas, a real placard that says radio room, that obviously was in place on the ship's radio room, and so I attacked that to my door long ago.
And that is the only feature that adorns the outside of my radio room door.
And as I removed my headphones and prepared to get up and turn around and go into the other room during the break, all of a sudden, and I'm going to simulate this for you, but there was a crash on my door.
And I don't mean there was a knock.
I don't mean there was a house settling sound.
I don't mean that a jet somewhere broke the sound barrier and impacted the house.
I mean there was a crash on my door.
One so loud, so strong, that it would have, if I'd seen it, you know, I didn't.
It was just as I was turning around, one that would have buckled my door inward.
Not in the horror sense of the movies where the door sort of turns into rubber and buckles inward, but I meant, you know, I would have seen it buckle.
It was about this loud if I can simulate it, like that.
And I almost lost it.
And I ran, of course I was already on the way, so I turned around, I opened the door, boom, like that.
There was nothing.
I was so concerned that I got a weapon and began to check the house.
I went and woke my wife up.
And I woke her up and said, did you do that?
And, you know, she came out of sleep and was properly annoyed that I had awakened her.
I said, of course not.
What are you talking about?
I have three cats.
One might suspect they had done something of that magnitude.
And my 20-pounder might have thrown himself up against the door, but wrong.
They too were all three asleep on the bed with my wife.
Three of them.
It's crowded.
So something hit my door last night hard.
Really, really hard.
I don't have any idea what it was, but I can tell you this.
It was not nothing.
It was something, and it scared the hell out of me.
It really, really scared the hell out of me.
This morning, somebody sent me something that I thought was genuinely funny.
This is probably going to be the only Funny thing that we do this night because we tell serious ghost stories on Ghost to Ghost AM.
But I felt that I had to read this to you.
A vampire bat came flapping in from the night, covered in fresh blood, parked himself on the ceiling of a cave, and prepared to get some sleep.
Pretty soon, all the other bats smelled the blood and began hassling him about where he got it.
He told them to piss off and go get some sleep.
But they persisted until finally he gave in.
Grudgingly, okay, follow me, he said, and flew out of the cave with hundreds and hundreds of bats behind him.
Down through the valley they went, across a river, into a forest of trees.
Finally, he slowed down, and all the other bats excitedly milled around him.
Now, now he said, do you see that tree over there?
He asked.
Yes, yes, yes, the bats all screamed in a frenzy.
good said the first bat because i effing didn't And I thought that was one of the funniest things.
I wish I could tell it in true form, but you know, you can't use those words on the air, so I got as close as I could come.
You get the idea.
Covered with fresh blood, his own.
Slammed right into that tree.
Anyway, I couldn't resist.
All right, so what we do tonight, again, is tell real ghost stories.
And I know a lot of you out there have real ghost stories.
Last night should have prepared you to do this.
Now, here's the way I look at it.
And I've been asked all week, when are you going to do Ghost to Ghost AM?
And I thought about it and thought about it.
And of course, Halloween is officially Halloween on Friday.
Well, in some time zones, it's already Friday.
And even in this one, in an hour and 45, it is going to be Halloween.
So my plan is sort of a non-plan.
We are going to do Ghost to Ghost tonight, and then maybe even a little tomorrow night, too.
That's the way I'm going to cover it.
Because were I to begin Ghost to Ghost tomorrow night, it would already be over in some time zones by the time I begin the opposite problem of tonight.
So obviously more hours in the show this night will be in Halloween than they would be tomorrow night.
Definitely a difficult decision for me.
But I thought, what the hell?
We'll do it tonight, and then maybe we'll do a little more of it tomorrow night, too.
But this is one of the most genuinely frightening shows you will ever hear.
That I guarantee.
So we'll get to it in a moment.
Alright, so we're going to tell ghost stories tonight, real ones.
Let me give you the appropriate phone numbers.
Now, this is not a guest-driven show.
This is a program driven by all of you, wherever you are.
If you know of a genuine ghost story, if you or one near to you has had an experience that you know to be true, then we want to hear about it.
Here are the appropriate phone numbers to respond.
First-time callers at area code 702-727-1222.
You might want to write these down.
702-727-1222.
The wildcard lines are Area Code 7027271295.
702-727-1295.
West of the Rockies, toll-free, it's 1-800-618-8255.
1-800-618-8255.
The east of the Rockies, it's 1-800-825-5033.
1800-825-5033.
Now, you may be somewhere else in the world.
Accounts of spirits are not limited to America or Canada or Mexico or really anywhere in the world because all of this, you know, occurs on a regular basis worldwide.
So we have an international toll-free Halloween ghost-to-ghost show line, which is as follows.
Contact your AT ⁇ T operator.
Get the AT ⁇ T operator on the phone in whatever country you reside in and have her call 800-893-0903.
And from whatever location you reside in worldwide, it will be a toll-free call from Japan, from Germany, from Great Britain, from the Scandinavian countries to Russia to China.
It doesn't matter.
Wherever you are, just get that AT ⁇ T operator and tell her you want to call a toll-free number in America, which is 800-893-0903.
Well, we had A long talk with Brad last night about what ghosts are, and we're not exactly sure.
Ghosts may, of course, be a sort of horrendously repeating tape-loop image of what was once here.
We do know that frequently spirits or the remains of what once were human beings seem to appear as apparitions doing the same horrible thing again and again,
particularly in instances of suicide, murder, death by various violent and rather immediate means, many times unrequited love.
Those who die while they are passionately in love with another seem to linger.
And then there is a second category of ghosts that is truly frightening, because one might imagine a sort of lingering presence, not really of the soul of the departed, that is replaying some action, a sort of a weak echo of what once was.
One might imagine that as a lesser horror than the soul of a departed one truly trapped on earth or a disembodied spirit with evil intent, older guys, perhaps the more playful and then the more serious, the really evil presidences.
Many of you have met up with them.
So there are all kinds of categories of ghost stories that I can imagine one might tell.
But one thing's for sure, if you listen carefully, if you listen to the people who are going to tell these stories for the most part, you'll find they are very serious and you will find it is indeed a very frightening process.
East of the Rockies, you're on the air on Ghost2Ghost AM High.
Well, as a hobby, I'm a parapsychologist when I have the time.
I've had many ghost encounters, but the best one that I feel like sharing with you tonight, I had a couple friends out in Syracuse who lived in Oswego.
And I happen to stay at these people's house for dinner.
We're good friends.
And I said, sure.
So I stayed there and at night in the living room on a couch.
And as I was going to sleep, I felt hot spots and cold spots.
And from what I studied before, they were presence of spirits, I assume.
We got up to the point with our caller where there was a crash, like the one on my door last night.
And I lost my collar during the break.
Well, that's what happens when you hang them up right at the crisis point.
I can't believe it.
Anyway, sorry about that.
I guess we'll have to pick up on that story when he manages to get back through.
At any rate, the lines are jammed with those who have ghost stories, so we'll get to it here in a moment.
Now, one other little item, and I haven't even seen it myself yet, so you're going to have quite an opportunity here.
Coming up tomorrow night, I believe tomorrow night on Strange Universe is going to be yet another piece of footage of an alleged alien.
And I spoke earlier in the day with Renee at Strange Universe.
We have very close connections.
And she said, hey, Art, how about if I send you, send you a still photograph from the video that we're going to show on Friday?
You know me.
I said, by all means, fire it along.
And so she did.
I fired it to Keith, and my sense would be that by now, if you go to the website, as of about five minutes ago, a photograph of this alien, as a matter of fact, a little sample of what you're going to get tomorrow night on Strange Universe is now residing on my website.
So if you want to see it, judge it, make comments on it.
You'll get the full look see tomorrow night on Strange Universe.
You'll get a peak preview on my website right now at www.artbell.com.
That's how you get there.
www.artbell that's a rtbl.com all lowercase no spaces so there should be at this hour at this moment a photograph of an alleged alien on my website i too will go and take a look actually i foolishly have announced it before i went to go look having just received the call from keith so the website will probably get jammed and i probably won't be able to
room.
Anyway, we'll try and take a look here in a moment.
It is up there.
There's a lot more coming in the next few days.
Sightings in Arizona, sightings in California.
And I've got photographs coming of both, along with interviews from the people who took the video.
That's kind of an update for you.
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All right.
Back now to the lines, and let us see what we can dredge forth in the world of those.
Back when I was a youngster, my grandfather was very young.
The whole family went down to Missouri to see things through.
He was in the hospital at the time.
We knew he didn't have much time left.
i was 12 and my older brother me and him both were sitting out on the concrete bench out in front of the house it was about 9 o'clock at night this is a bench where as kids we used to sit out there with grandpa whittling away sure it wasn't too long after it got dark I looked down the street.
It's Old Country Road, gravel road.
You can hear when people are walking down the road.
The story you just told, thank you very much, is not Unusual many, many times.
And we'll have to think about why this might be.
Those who pass on in the very few moments after their spirit has been separated from their body by death somehow, somehow manage to get back to relatives,
those who still live, those they have loved, those they care about, somehow they make their appearance to those people moments before there's any notification of death.
All of this, of course, very important in considering the incredibly giant question about whether we continue after this life.
One of the reasons ghosts, images of what was are so important is because they move toward proving that there is more after this life.
Now, let me read you an Associated Press article that just now cleared the wire.
Just now cleared the wire.
Our Washington Associated Press working at the White House has turned some of President Clinton's aides, including his spokesmen, into firm believers in ghosts.
I believe it, Press Secretary Mike McCurry told reporters Thursday when asked about a long-standing rumor that the White House itself is haunted.
McCurry says he's heard that President Lincoln still lurks around the Lincoln bedroom and that some aides have seen a former usher walking the halls, refusing to let death keep him from his job.
There have been serious people who have serious tales to tell about these encounters, said McCurry.
Of course, Clinton and First Lady Hilary Rodham Clinton haven't met any ghosts.
They sort of stay confined to Eleanor Roosevelt and safer territory, said McCurry, referring, of course, to Mrs. Clinton's much-ballyhooed imaginary talks with her predecessor.
For years, White House visitors have reported seeing famous ghosts in the mansion, such as First Lady Abigail Adams toting laundry to the East Room and Lincoln gazing sadly out a window, bent over tying his shoes or knocking on his bedroom door.
But there have also been sightings, remember now, this is AP you're hearing, there have also been sightings of the less famous usher, a distinguished-looking black man with gray hair.
He is said to have walked past a staffer in the White House residence once during the Clinton term, all dressed up in his black suit and white shirt.
As the story goes, the aide didn't recognize the usher and asked, can I help you?
And he replied, no, I'm just passing through.
When the aide later asked other ushers who the guy was, she was told he had died a while ago, but comes and visits every now and then.
McCurry declined to discuss how the White House deals with its ghostly intrusions.
You may want to see if the Secret Service will be willing to comment on their power natural division, spokesman joked.
He cautioned reporters not to assume they are seeing a ghost if they find one scribe too many among their ranks Friday.
So there you have it, the Associated Press now actually seriously reporting on manifestations in the White House itself.
And as I looked, this is where everything starts getting strange.
As I looked into the weeds and the grass there, I saw a sort of a vision of a man and a woman laying in the grass.
And I thought to myself, I said, oh, this is stupid.
You've walked on to something private here in the middle of the night.
And I just couldn't cogitate what was going on.
As I looked again, these two figures kind of shrunk.
I don't know how others say it, but they just kind of shrunk.
You mean literally, this vision kind of shrunk in size and became something black and white and furry and just ran right toward me.
And as it came right to me in the bend, there was a water Pipe that runs for the ditches that run under the dirt roads, it went right into the ditch, into this drain, this drain pipe that goes under the road there.
Anyway, as to go on, I was very confused, and I kept on looking at the end of this pipe that went under the road, and as I looked further, two little hands emerged out and grabbed the edge of the pipe.
And I kept on looking, and out of the pipe came the face of a little boy.
And it was a grayish, white, ghoulish-looking little face, and it had black fur all over where his hair was.
And he looked at me, I looked at him, and startled, it went rustled back into the pipe.
My God, I'd be running as fast as my feet would carry me long before it came back out of the pipe.
I mean, when the thing shriveled and went into the pipe, I'd be gone.
How did you stand your ground?
unidentified
Well, Art, I was confused.
When you see something starting like that, I wasn't scared.
It was more like, first of all, it was, oops, I walked into something, all of a sudden it shrunk, and I got confused.
I didn't know what to make.
When I saw that little face come out and then go back in, I headed back for my car.
I got in my car, started it up, and then I said to myself, hey, wait a minute.
You are a divinity student.
You're a minister.
There's nothing that can harm you.
So I stopped, turned off the car, went back out there to the bend, got down on my knees, and started praying.
And after I said a few prayers, I just got back up, got in my car, and took off.
The next day, I went to my grandfather, and I told him about what happened.
And he said, I don't want to tell you what went on here.
I want you to tell your father the same thing and see what he has to say.
I said it to him, and I went back and told my father.
And my father said that many years ago, he and my grandfather were at the farmhouse, and there used to be a little house, a small little one-bedroom house, right where that bend was.
And a woman had lost her child.
And they had heard that she had turned to black magic to try to have some kind of connection with her dead child.
And one time, during, well, they felt she was performing, they saw a fireball come out of her house, the front of her house, roll across the yard, roll across the gravel area and the bend, I mean the road there in the bend, jump over the fence and roll around in the field right about where the horses were.
And I know it sounds like a fantastic story, but it is a true story.
And I think it was what I saw in that pipe was the ghost of that little boy.
You know, the only question that I just have to have answered is whether what you saw really was what was left of that little boy, not gone elsewhere but trapped here, or whether it was just some sort of weak image, some sort of barely visible, horribly repeating little loop of what had occurred.
Until I find out the answer to that question, these kinds of stories will forever scare me.
Because if it was the soul of that little boy, then obviously he wasn't where he should have been.
unidentified
I'm in my 40s, and I've tried to figure that one out.
But I can tell you, the face of that little boy, that grayish, the only other time I've seen something like that was I was volunteering in the hospital and I saw a little child who was about to pass away.
He had that same grayish pallor.
And if it wasn't something supernatural that the, you know, these black magic had produced, it definitely was that little child who's caught in that corner and maybe will be there forever.
But I told you this story two years ago and you had kind of the same response.
And it's one that will puzzle me till my grave, that's for sure.
That will haunt me forever with regard to this subject.
Truly, it seems impossible to believe, though I suppose it is possible, that an innocent youngster dying way before his time would have his spirit trapped through some horrible cosmic joke here on Earth.
Well, this gentleman, there was a gentleman in room 3 who would come over every morning at about 4 o'clock and drive me crazy with really inane conversation about, you know, how about them Yankees and stuff like that.
Yeah, I know those people.
And it used to be a test of my patience to be courteous to this gentleman.
And he would always end his conversation with a long tribute to his mother and what a saint she had been.
And shortly thereafter, he was invited by his brother in Connecticut to go visit.
So I thought, Well, finally, we're going to get some peace and quiet here.
So the time came, and he took off to Connecticut, and his room was empty.
And I was looking forward to a night of peace.
And it was pretty quiet until about 1 o'clock in the morning.
And all of a sudden, the phone rang at the desk, and it indicated that there was a call coming from room number 4, which of course was the room next to his.
But I thought, well, you know, maybe the maid left the door open or something, and one of the guests walked into that room or something.
Logical.
So I answered the phone, and this voice from 1,000 miles away of an old woman says, oh, I guess I have the wrong party, and faded out to nothing.
So I thought to myself, well, you know, maybe I better go look, because as it happened, room 4 was directly across from where the motel office was.
So I walked over about 30 feet.
I opened the door.
There was absolutely no one in the room.
The phone was on the hook.
And it occurred to me that maybe what happened was this gentleman's mother had come to visit him in room number three in spirit, found that he wasn't there, became confused and decided to look into room number four, and somehow managed to manipulate the phone to work.
Now, I do believe, because of what happened to me at this age, that spirits try to trick us.
They try to make us think that they masquerade, that they are good people, that they are indeed only masquerading as good, departed, and their intentions are different from what we believe.
Another time I was cooking, and same thing, either a knock would happen at the door or the phone would ring any time I tried to use something that belonged to this woman.
And this time I was cooking.
I had the food on the stove.
I had everything, you know, the cutting board out, the knives, everything.
The phone rang.
I went to see what was happening, picked up the phone, nobody there.
Okay, at this point, I've got to ask, how could you stay there?
unidentified
Well, I just started thinking, okay, well, I'm going to beat her at her game.
Okay, I would call my mom and say, mom, but this is happening.
She says, nah, you just you know, you can beat this And I'm going, Okay, well I'm going to play this game.
So I started saying, Okay, if you're good you can stay, if you're bad you must go.
And anything something eerie, anytime something eerie would happen, like my cat would start attacking people when they came in, and my cat was very docile.
And I just started saying, okay, spirit, if you're good, you may stay.
Now, you might imagine they're just sort of concocting a little playful mouse or something in their mind, and maybe they do a little of that, but they also unaccountably and totally freak out.
And I have been convinced for years that they see things that we don't.
And we don't know a lot about the difference between humans and animals and what we see and what they see.
And it may well be that they see in a spectrum or a dimension that we don't.
Cats are uniquely sensitive to the presence of, I think, things that we don't know about.
Now how can you really have to ask people this, and I suppose there's a practical side, but how can you stay in any place after you've seen something like this?
unidentified
Well, you know what my reassurance was, that I was just told that it wasn't anything bad, that, you know, and when you're opening clairvoyantly, you know, sometimes people are more sensitive to seeing these things.
Most husbands would muster up what testosterone they had and go into the other room trying to figure out what it was, probably with some kind of blunt instrument or gun or knife in their hand or something.
unidentified
I know he thought of that.
He said he was afraid to come downstairs, but he came down and checked it out and everything was all right.
But we've also, we've noticed, and other people when they come over, they'll notice like the scent of rose.
I had a horrible bang on my door last night, right in the middle of the interview with Brad Steiger, right going into a break as I took my headphones off, as I told the earlier audience and last night, this tremendous crash on my studio door.
And there was no mistaking what it was.
I have no idea, not even a clue as to where it came from.
But I can surely tell you, it was nothing alive in this house.
It was nothing external to the house.
It was not on the wall.
I had taken off my headphones.
My ears were clear to be able to hear it, and it was a crash.
It wasn't a minor thing.
It was a crash on my door.
And I totally freaked out.
Now, it may well be that when you talk about this kind of thing, which gives me a little bit of pause tonight, that you bring it on.
I don't know.
But I don't want to hear any crashes tonight.
I like listening to those stories.
I don't like living them.
That's one thing.
We all like to sort of vicariously be scared.
And that's a subject unto itself.
But when it happens to you, believe me, it's a force in a different color.
unidentified
We'll be right back.
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Here's our all hollows to begin in about 25 minutes in this time zone.
And tonight, we are telling ghost stories.
All right, I've got one for you here.
We're taking occasional faxed ghost stories, but you've got to keep them fairly short and succinct.
Listen to this from Leone in Sandy, Utah.
Art, here's my story.
I'm an RN, registered nurse, and I was working my usual night shift, 7 to 7.
There was a patient in our 120-bed facility, whom I will call Dorothy.
Dorothy was 68 years of age.
She'd never been married, had no family.
She was a, in quotes, proper woman.
She had three doctorate degrees, spoke seven languages fluently, had a private room decorated with articles that she collected, as she had traveled the world several times over.
Her pillows always had to be fluffed, her bedspread, wrinkle-free.
Her hair was always done a certain way.
Her nails could have been modeled in Glamour magazine.
She was on her call button quite frequently, asking for piddly things.
She drive many of the staff crazy with her multiple demands.
She suffered from Epstein-Barr virus, and as her disease progressed, she was transferred from her private room to my Medicare hall, continuing her frequent demands.
I came to work one night and during the report was informed that Dorothy took a turn for the worse and would probably die on my shift.
I hadn't been to work for an hour, and one of the CNAs came and told me that I better check Dorothy because she had stopped breathing.
Myself and two CNAs, I presume those are nurse assistants, came into the room with me as I went to listen to a heartbeat.
She opened her eyes and took a deep breath.
She continued with normal breathing.
At 11.07 p.m., again, I was asked to come and look at Dorothy.
The CNA was sure this time.
So we walked into the room and I listened to find no heartbeat this time.
As I backed away from the bed, she opened her eyes again, sat up, and fell back to the pillow.
Now, I don't know if you've ever had the experience of watching an involuntary muscle movement with a dead person, but it will scare the pants off anyone.
This about sent us leaping out of the windows.
But to finish the story, yet another CNA came running into the room pale-faced, stating the weirdest thing had just happened.
Six alarm clocks, six on my 30-bed hall went off, each one at exactly 11.07.
No one there even used their alarm clocks.
By now, we were all scared out of our wits.
Every noise made us jump, accelerating our heart rates and breathing.
When I got back to the nurse's desk, I got a call from another nurse in the facility.
She asked if we had a power surge or something because the call light in Dorothy's empty room had just gone off at 11.07.
Well, when you say they just stopped, I mean, we're talking about 15 or 20 people.
You mean they just vaporized?
unidentified
That's right.
Yeah, and it sounds really, really terrible and really cheesy, and I really hate to be a part of the whole cheesiness when it comes to this kind of paranormal stuff.
I mean, now the way I remember it, yes, it was a period of 30s or 40s, but that could definitely be coloring in my part as far as the things that I've seen and learned.
And what happened is that a friend of mine died and opened his CB.
I never met him.
He said that he was fooling around with a Ouija board.
And the thing was that him and another friend of his were playing around with it, and it spelt out death on it that scared the living daylights out of both of them.
They just got rid of that thing like right away after that.
As everybody knows, or maybe they don't know, you put your hand, or two people do or more, on this little movement piece, and it will go seemingly automatically to the various letters.
And I don't know if anyone's familiar with Highway 99, but in the center of Divide, there's oleander bushes for quite a long ways.
We're about an hour and a half south of Sacramento.
And our first thought was that it was the oleander bushes that for some reason, you know, we were able to smell them, though we'd never been able to smell them before.
So we rolled down the windows thinking that, you know, such an overpowering smell of flowers in the car, it would have to be amazing outside.
So we would roll down the windows, and there was no smell coming from outside.
Why would you identify flowers with your grandmother?
unidentified
Well, I didn't know this until later.
I'm not real familiar with the scent of flowers, but my mother told me later, I don't know if this was, you know, she's pretty familiar, she's a nature girl, but she said it was the smell of carnations, which was my grandmother's favorite flower.
Eventually, she had told me a story after I told her mine, you know, what I was hearing, that she had seen her father after he passed away when she was a young girl.
So I'm assuming that my boyfriend felt comfortable enough to let her hear him as well.
And she convinced me to go to a psychic because this had to be him and to find out what was going on.
And this man described him to a T and said that there was unfinished business between us, Which there was that I needed to sit down in the quiet by myself and talk to him.
Well, I felt stupid doing that.
I wasn't going to do that.
There was an occasion not too long after this began that I was in the shower in the bathroom that had no ceiling fan, no window, and the door was shut and locked.
I was facing the shower head with the wall on my right.
And if you were to take a straw and blow on something, it didn't hit around my ear.
It blew into my ear.
And I turned around knowing there's a full well that there's a wall there.
And it scared me so bad, and I know it was him because that was the kind of game player he would be.
How could you possibly have another relationship with your old boyfriend still there?
unidentified
Well, this is interesting that you say that because my friend that heard this as well, there had been another guy that had asked me out several times and I politely said no.
Well, wouldn't such a thing utterly interrupt and disrupt your love life for a long period of time?
unidentified
Well, I wasn't, I mean, his death affected me in such a way that I wasn't interested, you know, for quite a while in a relationship anyway.
I contacted his sister and asked, you know, there was a book that her mother had received as a gift, and I wanted to know the name of this book, On Death and Dying.
If you're just joining us at this hour, this is that day of the year, now in this time zone officially, all Hello's Eve, when we tell ghost stories.
We don't have a guest.
We turn it over to you, the audience, and we let you tell the stories, real ghost stories.
You think they exist?
I know they do.
I don't know what they are, but I know they're real.
There's something real occurring.
There's no question about it.
And so this is the night we tell those stories, and we have been doing so for the last two hours, and we'll probably do so to some degree tomorrow night as well.
We do this every year.
You're invited to participate if you have the intestinal fortitude.
You're invited to listen if you have the intestinal fortitude.
We're looking for real ghost stories, really scary and true ghost stories.
If you want to participate, well, we're as close as your telephone.
We'll get back to it all in a moment.
one other thing it's not a ghost but it I spoke earlier in the day with Renee from Strange Universe, and they have received more video of a purported alien.
It's going to be shown on Strange Universe tomorrow night.
So Renee sent me a still grab photograph of this.
You know, she says alien, but in the still photograph, I think it's something closer to a monster.
I hesitate to say Chip Cobb doesn't exactly look like that, but it sure is nothing you'd want to meet up with.
You go take a look and let me know.
It's on my website right now.
You'll get kind of a sneak preview of what you're going to see on Strange Universe tomorrow night.
It's ugly.
There's no question about that.
It's on my website as of about an hour and a half ago at www.artbell.com.
www.artbell.com.
Go take a look.
Let me know what you think.
Anyway, we'll get back to ghost-to-ghost stories in a moment.
All right.
The following short story, facts, comes from a fellow ham, John, and it reads as follows.
All right, years ago, I lived in eastern Oklahoma, operated a recording studio for a well-known rock star at his remote lakeside facility.
Famous musicians would come to visit, stay at the house, which was built to accommodate them.
The recording studio was built high on a hill with a view of the lake cove and surrounding hills.
I had been in charge of building the studio and had spent a lot of time in solitude there.
One night, while I was drifting off to sleep, a very dark cloud formed in the upper corner of my room.
Its presence was so malevolent and frightening that I literally thought I was going to die.
It felt as if it was going to suck the very soul out of my body.
I stayed up all night long praying, crying, trying to dodge this damn thing.
As it approached me time and time again, its presence was palpable in the room.
It was freezing cold in there.
Whenever this thing, whatever this thing was, whether on the ceiling or drifting along the wall, solid matter seemed to disappear.
It was as if this thing was coming from an entirely different dimension and somehow was coming through or out of my ceiling and wall.
By morning, it had gone.
Months went by, and the studio was finished and ready for its guests.
The first guests arrived and went into their rooms for the night in preparation for the next day's recording sessions.
My room was located several hundred feet away.
In the middle of the night, I heard screams and shouting and went to see what was the matter.
The guests were running out of their rooms, yelling about something unseen, terrorizing them.
When I went into the house to investigate, I heard chains rattling.
It was ice cold.
Cupboard doors were banging uncontrollably.
It was a scene out of a B horror picture.
The guests got in their cars and left right at that moment, never to return again.
In the following months, others did come to stay.
Few were bothered, but if the, in quote, spirit that lived at this facility took a disliking to anyone there, it made their lives a living hell until they left.
Yeah, mean old mothers because we had to get up so early, you know, because I had to be at work at 7 o'clock and had to take them daycare before I got there.
But anyway, getting back to my ghost story, like I said, it scared the pants off of me, and I still have never been able to help anybody to explain to me what happened.
But the television came on, and I thought he was disobeying.
You know, I could see the flash of the TV, you know, the brightness on the walls.
And I went in there and I told him, I said, you turned that TV off.
I told you not to watch it.
Mother, I didn't touch it.
And I went over and turned the TV off.
I go back to bed and a few minutes the light blinks again on the wall.
So the TV's back on.
And I was fixing to give in the spanking.
And I went in there and the TV was back on.
And I unplugged that booger from the wall and it was still playing.
And whenever I unplugged it from the wall, that one thing was still playing, and it scared me so bad I just bundled up my kids and went to my mother's house in the middle of the night.
I appreciate your call, and you did the right thing.
I am absolutely astounded at how many people will have something like that happen to them, or something even more severe, as we've heard already this morning.
And they don't do what I do, and I tell you, I would turn tail and I'd run.
I'd be out of there so fast, and there was a rational lady.
Oh, yeah.
I'd bet, sure.
If I had a TV and it would continually come on, I would imagine first an electronic glitch, and then I would do as that lady did, and I'd unfug it from the wall.
We did a show with a self-described witch I would think closer to a devil worshipper would be appropriate, in the case of Harlot or Patsy, as you will.
And this man called during the show and said something that I would never say and most people would never say.
He wanted her to help him make a deal with Satan.
He wants, I don't know, better job, more money, success, romance, whatever.
And he was in a situation in his life where he was willing to make a deal and requested it.
Well, my ghost story, there was one night when I was laying in bed and it was dark and I looked up and opened my eyes and I saw this sort of green blob, like it looked like sort of a gaseous cloud, but it had sort of the feel of as a presence.
And it looked as though it was observing me.
Even though it didn't have any eyes or anything, it just sort of had the feel as it was observing me.
And probably one of the weirdest parts about it was it looked as though it was floating about 30 feet high, even though my ceiling was probably only about 12 feet high.
Well, the interesting thing was that, you know, thinking about it, it sounds like a scary thing, but I had a very strong feeling of calm with that around.
It wasn't until after it left that I got scared.
It sort of, I told you it looked like it was about 30 feet high.
It sort of, you know, the ceiling sort of came back and then it was gone.
As you think back on it, what do you think it was?
unidentified
I just think, you know, I know we as human beings we like to observe small creatures and bugs and you know people who are scientists or whatever like to study other life.
Is it not reasonable to assume that there if there are others and I had occasion to watch the movie Contact once again, what a pleasure.
I love that movie.
I don't care what some people have said about Contact.
I thought Contact was a brilliantly done, brilliantly executed, brilliantly acted, brilliantly conceived movie.
And one has to recall that line, which you should always remember after seeing that movie.
With regard to the universe, the greater cosmos out there, are there others?
The eternal question, well, if there are not, what a waste of space.
So is it not reasonable to assume that there are others?
That through special relativity or through something we don't begin to understand right now, those others can and do visit us and observe us and therefore may be nothing at all like anything we would recognize.
And you, tonight, and for a bit of tomorrow night as well, for who knows, maybe the whole night.
Ghost stories, not from guests.
I can get those.
Many, many, many clamor to be on here on Halloween, but we hold it open for you.
Real ghost stories.
If you have the intestinal fortitude, go turn your lights out, turn your radio up, and buckle in.
Hey, Art, one night, I heard my wife, while she was in the bathroom, talking to Bart, our white cat.
Only problem was that Bart was sitting at the foot of our bed looking at me rather quizzically.
The next moment, I heard my wife screaming frantically.
I rushed into the bathroom to find her white as a sheet and nearly hysterical.
You see, when I finally calmed her enough to get her to describe what had occurred, she told me that a white cat, whom she thought was Bart, had followed her into the bathroom.
And so she talked to him for a few moments and reached down to pet him and realized as her hand passed through him that his eyes were blue and not gold, as are Bart's.
By the way, we didn't have any other white cats at the time.
We'll have to boil it down to a shorter period there.
unidentified
Oh, yeah, it is.
It is.
But I'm just saying how long it took to the whole story.
One day it started with nobody home, and I had an eerie feeling that day.
I've had them before, but I've been racked, saturated by poltergeist-style hauntings before in my early life.
And this is just one story.
Nobody was home that night.
I just got done with a filling supper.
And I went upstairs to relax and one of the lounge chairs and watched a little TV in the upstairs sunroom.
And there was no storm or anything outside.
And all of a sudden, bam, a huge lightning bolt hits right outside the window.
I was actually facing it at the time, and it was so big that it just encompassed the whole outdoor area.
That's how big the lightning bolt was.
And off that bolt of lightning came a very small, very, like about two centimeters thick streak right off of it that was blue in color and it came right through the crack of the closed windows.
I got down on the floor because it wasn't immediate.
It was really slow, its approach.
It entered in.
It came in and hit the top lamp of the lamp inside that room and hit it.
As it did, I crawled out on all fours, scared the living daylights out of me, you know, as fast as I could.
The next day, you know, of course it blew out the light bulbs.
The next day, I went up there to change the light bulb and went in the room.
It was all dark.
There was a little light creeping in from the other room.
I went to put the light bulb in.
As I started screwing it in, it slipped from my hand and fell down to the ground.
Just enough light to see it bounce like a foot.
And that was about all the kinetic energy it had to roll, about a foot, you know.
And so I went and got a flashlight.
Well, actually, at first I looked with my hands on the shag carpet and couldn't feel it.
Then I went and got a flashlight because I was frustrated.
I couldn't find it.
Nobody was home that day again.
The flashlight unveiled no light bulb.
The room was literally basically furnishless because we were remodeling the house at the time.
So I was like, oh my god, where did this light bulb go?
The room was only about 15 feet by 10 feet.
And so the only other place it could be is like in one of the four cabinets.
I looked in there and it wasn't there.
And then finally, about two hours later, I was in tears because I couldn't find this light bulb.
I literally, I decided, you know, well, why not look under the radiator?
Duh, duh, look on the radiator.
Well, I looked on the radiator.
If a light bulb was to go under there, it wouldn't have fit anyway.
And I checked it for dust to see if it had been sitting there for months, and it wasn't.
I got over that situation.
That's just one poltergeist incident that was connected to another.
Then about one, let's see, about a day later, we went out to Rockwoods and Babbler State Park just out of St. Louis with some friends of mine, and we were going to go around night hiking.
What you do is you just go out there with no flashlights and start running down pathways.
It's kind of eerie.
And we went out there and we got out of the car after we got done parking it.
We went out and started doing some night hiking.
After we got a little weary, we sat down.
We, you know, just wanted to relax, catch our breath.
All of a sudden, we heard all these dogs and stuff barking.
We were out in the middle of a state park.
There's virtually hardly anything around.
If you do hear dogs barking, they're barking real loud and they're in the distance.
They were barking everywhere.
And we got kind of an eerie feeling, you know, and we were just sitting there.
And all of a sudden, over the top of one of the hills, we thought maybe there was an escaped convict or something out there.
You know how kids get, you kind of think of anything.
And this light pops over the top of the hill about 200 feet away.
The light was about the size of a basketball from our vantage point and was completely white.
When it came over the hill, we had figured it was a park ranger.
He was going to kick us out of the park.
So we stood still and were hoping he didn't point it right at us.
And the light apparently started moving down towards us at a kind of diagonal angle.
We didn't hear any leaves crunching or anything.
This was in fall, kind of odd.
You got to hurry here or two.
And so we were getting paranoid.
There was no reflective surface from the light beam itself, and it was completely round, which was actually like it was pointing at us.
When the light got to the bottom of the hill, and meanwhile, these dogs are still barking with their heads, like they just got hit on the back or something.
And we, you know, we were getting a little paranoid.
When we got to the bottom of the hill, the light turned off, and then it turned back on.
We got up and we thought, what's this guy doing?
And then the light started going back up the hill.
We noticed this light kind of floated.
It didn't look like a normal flashlight, somebody holding a flashlight.
So we were getting ready to get up and take off running.
When the light got back up to the top of the hill, it didn't stop there.
There was just enough moonlight.
You could see the black tree lining and then the star-lit sky above.
This light rose above the tree line and stopped about 20 feet above the tree line and stopped.
As soon as it did that, of course, we all got up.
We were getting ready to run, but we were still frozen with just shock.
Yeah, and we took off, sprinting down this pathway in pitch blackness towards our car.
This thing started to move, took a right hand, started panning us as we were running, and we were hoping it wasn't going to meet us at the parking lot below.
But I just thought I'd call and share that story.
We didn't see the light when we got to the parking lot.
We left the park safely, and everything turned out okay.
If you're familiar with the kind of heater he's talking about, the East Coast type, older heaters, the radiator type heaters, they literally went right down to the ground.
There wouldn't be enough room.
You would just have to jam something physically up in there.
And there's no way you could drop a light bulb and that it could suddenly lodge itself up in there.
And I was not brave enough to turn around and look by any means.
If it was my mother, I didn't want to scare her by moving suddenly.
And if it was anything else, I didn't want to get scared by moving suddenly.
And after about two hours, because I could hear the clock in the front part of the house chiming of the different hours, after about two hours of that and the tension, I went on to sleep.
This was an old house that was built from an older house.
The lumber was older than the house itself.
Understood.
Got up the next morning on the way to do whatever I would do in the summertime.
Looked down and the pants had been creased like someone had been sitting in the chair.
And that's one thing.
Another thing was about seven years later, I was getting ready to go to work, and the bathroom was near the front of the house where we could see the driveway.
We had a circular driveway, and it was gravel.
And my mother was in the back of the house where the TV was.
She heard the same sound I did.
It was the sound of a horse clip-clopping into the driveway like someone was riding into our driveway.
Well, a horse is not unusual out in the country where we lived, but at 10 o'clock at night, it is quite unusual.
Looked out the window immediately.
We had an outdoor light out there.
Saw nothing.
Went out on the front porch after I got dressed and saw even nothing out there at all.
But my mother even heard the sound with the TV going in the very back part of the house.
I don't know that if I felt a definite presence that I could sit there frozen for two hours doing nothing about it, I don't think that I could do that.
I think that I would be so filled with terror and that it would build as time went on that I would be forced to turn around or flee, one of the two.
When I was 13 years old, my dad was listening to a ball game and eating popcorn.
And I remember very distinctly the way his shadow looked on the wall, a man eating popcorn and smoking a cigar.
Instead of looking at my dad directly, I was watching his shadow.
He said out of the blue that I would make it to America and that he would join me there on his 66th birthday.
Well, he died when he was 46 when I met a young stockbroker from America, married her, and moved to America 10 years ago.
Some friends of mine had a Ouija board at a party, and when I put my hand on it, they spelled out the word Dad, D-A-D, 13 years later, in the year which would have been my dad's 66th birthday.
I woke up at 1301 hour on my dad's birthday and went to the kitchen for a glass of water.
I had a heart attack when I turned around and saw the shadow of my dad eating popcorn and smoking a stogie.
My wife was out of town and when she got to the hospital where I was in intensive care, she demanded, that's what you get for eating popcorn and smoking cigars in the house while I'm away.
We never have popcorn and by the way, I don't smoke.
She smelled popcorn and cigar smoke when she got home three days later.
I never told her what I had seen that had prompted my heart attack.
I was living in Dallas, Texas, and I had a phone friend that, you know, we talked for hours on end.
And one night she called me up, and she was just real nervous as, you know, anything.
And I asked her what was wrong, and she said that a couple days before, a friend of hers had passed away, and her dad, on that same day that the person passed away, gave her a CD player.
Well, two days later, he gave her a CD with the song, Think of Me and I'll Be There.
And this night she called me she was crying because that song had been playing over and over and over for hours.
And you know there were other songs on the C D but it for some reason it would just skip back to that song and her dad and I got verification from him.
Her and him pulled the plug on the C D player and that song kept on playing.
And you know they tried to try and open the C D player to get the C D out and everything and they couldn't even get it open to do that.
And so it was a real strange experience and her and I talked for all four or five hours at night and during the whole time you could hear that song over and over and over again.
All I do know is that you know I know but if you listen to that lady I mean people are inclined to attach whatever explanation their mind is willing to accept.
For example the lady said well there was an earthquake in Alaska.
Well earthquakes don't cause TVs to go on with the plug out of the wall.
unidentified
Right.
I just couldn't explain it and it you know it seems kind of strange that that would hearing that other lady talking about that you know with her TV it just reminded me of that what happened down there and you know I'm still to this day trying to explain how or what would cause that you know did you two have a big big emotional attachment to each other?
Well we were real close but to be quite honest with you I had never met her in person we just knew each other from a chat line.
It'd be fun to get some international ghost stories because these things, these strange things, are not limited to our country by long means, by long shot.
So, no matter where you are in the world, get hold of the AT ⁇ T operator.
Give it a try.
It will not cost you a penny.
It is free from anywhere in the world outside the USA.
Get hold of the AT ⁇ T operator and have her call for you in the U.S. 800-893-0903.
That's 800-893-0903, wherever you are around the world.
It'd be fun to hear some stories from elsewhere.
Well, all right, to the international line, and where are you, please?
Oh, yeah, I have a story, but it's not what I'd call a scary story.
It's all, three years ago, I bought a house in Kirkville Lake, Ontario, Canada.
And my daughter, who at the time was eight months old, she was diagnosed when she was about four with asthma.
And one night, I'm a truck driver, and I got home from California.
I just finished doing California run, and my wife, she had left, gone to work.
And I put my daughter to bed, and I went to sleep myself.
And I was sound asleep, and all of a sudden, it was almost as if somebody came up and gave me a good hard shake.
And I awoke, and there was almost a smell as if somebody had been baking in the kitchen.
And I listened, and I heard my daughter there.
She's having trouble breathing in the next room.
So I went in and I tended to her and later on, oh, I guess it'd be a week or so after that.
We bought this house.
It was an estate sale when we bought the house there.
We bought it.
I guess an old woman had lived there and passed away.
And so we got furniture and that with the house, like a sideboard full of dishes and that.
And my wife had arranged the dishes in the sideboard according to the way she wanted them.
But we came home one day and went into the sideboard to get some dishes out for dinner.
And we found that the dishes had been rearranged in the way that I suppose that the old woman who lived in the house before us liked to have them arranged or something like that.
But she was a sweet old lady, like just weird things happen in the house all the time.
Not only is it my belief that cats see things that we don't see, but I believe that children do as well.
And do you know why I believe that?
Because they have not yet been conditioned not to see these things.
And I think the reason a lot of adults don't see them is because they have been well conditioned not to see anything that their brain is not going to accept.
When I was a teenager, my girlfriend and I were staying at my grandma's house, and in the bedroom, there was a beautiful picture of Jesus on the Mount in this gold gilded frame, beautiful old frame, and it hung above the bed.
And the bed was one of these brass, you know, it had a brass headboard and footboard.
And my girlfriend and I were laying on the bed, and we were teenagers, and we were joking and laughing and calling each other names.
And we were trying to think of names to call each other.
And we were just firing names back and forth, and pretty soon swear words started coming out, you know, more and more frequent swear words.
And, you know, we were really using filthy words because we were running out of things to call each other.
Well, I've heard a lot of stories about teenage girls.
Teenage girls have a certain energy and power that seems to make things happen around them.
unidentified
Okay.
Yeah.
Yeah.
And we looked at the picture and the wire that hung it was intact and the nail was at an angle, so it would have had to jump up, you know, to get off that nail.
Well, I don't see how you could get a more clear message.
unidentified
We stopped laughing immediately.
I understand.
And then the next thing, this happened to me just maybe two months ago.
I'm a light sleeper, and I was asleep one night.
And you know how you toss and turn sometimes and rearrange your pillow.
And I had just done that, and I wasn't quite asleep, and I felt like somebody was watching me.
And I turned around to look, and there was nobody there.
And I always have this small fluorescent light on in my apartment, and so I could see, and there was nobody there, but I couldn't get over this feeling of a presence, and it was a real evil feeling.
And so I turned my back to it, and I covered myself up, and I said a prayer, and it wouldn't go away.
And I said a prayer, and I just turned it over to God, you know, and I said, you know, whatever this is, I'm sure it's my imagination.
And I thought I went to sleep, and I started to dream.
And as soon as the dream started, it was like a window screen, you know, those roll screens being pulled down.
And it's real hard to describe, but it's hard to put it into words.
But when I looked at it, and I couldn't stop looking at it because it was, like I said, it was like a screen being pulled down over my vision, I got these horrible feelings of dread and just impending doom and horror and terror and ugliness.
And I thought to myself, oh my God, this is what ugliness really looks like.
This is ugliness.
And then I realized I couldn't make the vision go away.
And I realized this isn't a dream.
And so I started to say the Lord's Prayer.
Well, every time I would stutter a little bit on the Lord's Prayer, the screen would Start going up, but then when I would stutter and get scared and forget what I was saying, the screen would start coming back down over my eyes, and I realized that something was trying to take over my brain.
That's the way I felt.
And I thought, no, this is a dream.
So I sat up, and I stood up, and I walked around in my room, and the feelings of dread were still there.
And, you know, I was terrified.
And so I walked around my room, and I was saying the Lord's Prayer out loud.
And the more I said it, the more scared I got.
And even though I was walking around, I could still feel this screen, see the screen being pulled down in front of my eyes.
And finally, I thought, you know, I'm going to be possessed.
But I laid down and I said the prayer two or three times.
I said, you know, please let my angel be here.
And I fell asleep.
And as soon as I, I mean, you know, as I repeated the prayer, the fear started to go away.
And as the fear went away, the vision stopped.
But, you know, when I woke up the next morning, I was fearful.
I thought, is this going to happen the next time I go to sleep?
And so I went out and I got some sage to cleanse the air in my room.
And I got some sea salt and put it by my bedside and did some of those protective things.
But as time went on, as I talked to people about this, and I heard some other people say that things like this had happened to them during the night, I realized that, well, to me, I take it as it was like a test of my faith.
All right, well, I've got something that will go right with that.
Dear Ard, back in the early 80s, I was living in the fast lane in Miami, the fast lane.
At that time, I knew my lifestyle was morally unacceptable.
Nevertheless, I was young and foolish and thought that I had the tiger by the tail.
Of course, don't all 21-year-olds think that way.
Anyway, as I was drifting off to sleep one night, I saw something which will remain with me for the rest of my life.
I awoke to the vision of a face in my darkened bedroom.
The face was coming toward me, mouth wide open with teeth showing.
The eeriest part of this whole experience was that I could hear kind of an electrical discharge coming from the face.
Well, I'm not a particularly religious person, but I did the first thing that came to my mind at the time, began to recite Psalm 23, you know, the one that goes, the Lord is my shepherd, I shall fear no evil.
The face disappeared.
The sound of an electric discharge echoed in my mind.
I jumped up, turned on every single light in the house, didn't go to sleep again until it was daylight.
I did not sleep at night for several weeks.
Within about a month or two, I had left Florida and began a new life, one that has never caused the face to return, if you follow me.
Well, I guess when I was about my parents, for some odd reason, when I was a child, every house that we lived in for some odd reason had a ghost or somebody had been killed in it or, you know, it was something was weird about the house.
And this one house that we lived in, me and my sister, our rooms were about 10 feet away from the steps down to the basement.
And our parents' room was at the other end of the house.
And, you know, every night we could hear, you know, steps come or like footsteps coming up, you know.
And then the next thing that happened was when our parents were out to dinner one night and me and my sister were watching TV in the room and we heard something in the kitchen.
And, you know, we didn't really, you know, think anything of it.
Went into the kids' bedroom, and there she was, sound asleep, wearing dark-colored pajamas.
Baffled, mystified, I went back to bed and began to forget about it.
Didn't say anything to anyone, thinking they would think I was crazy or seeing things, not sure, you know, myself if I had just perhaps dreamed it.
Well, several days later, at about eight or nine o'clock at night, I told my youngest daughter, then only two years old, go get into bed and get your pajamas on.
She ran happily off, only to return a few minutes later, white as a sheet.
I sternly said, I thought I told you to get your pajamas on.
She looked at me with big eyes and quietly said, I can't.
The lady in the white dress won't let me.
Well, my heart stopped.
I took her by the hand and casually walked back to the bedroom to show her there was no one there.
When we walked into the room, sure enough, there was no one there.
A story I've got, one that my father told me that happened to him when he was about four years old.
He's 72 now.
So this happened like 60-some years ago when he was living in Canada growing up.
He and his couple of his sisters, they were in bed, asleep, 2 o'clock in the morning, something like that.
And all of a sudden, his little sister took an elbow to his room and said, hey, look at this, look at this little bat.
And he looked up and there was this figure standing at the foot of the bed, looking at him.
No noise, just quiet as a church mouse.
Well, he's just, the person looked at him, and the door of their bedroom is to their left, and the wall to their right, which would be the second story, dropped to the ground.
And this figure just looked at him quietly and turned towards the wall and walked straight through it.
And everybody asked out his eyes.
Wow.
And to this day, he can't figure it out who or what.
Physical adults in this world don't walk through walls, at least not ones that I know of.
First time caller line, you're on the air.
Hello.
unidentified
Hello, Art.
I lived in California.
Well, I live in California now.
My name is George.
And when I first moved into this apartment, it was a duplex.
I had a young couple move in next door to me.
At that time, I was 21.
And I was kind of scared because the place, I didn't know the area or anything like that.
And I went next door to meet some new neighbors, and while I was sitting on a couch, I heard things falling at my house, and I couldn't understand what was going on.
Dear Art, my uncle is a cardiologist, and we were discussing near-death experiences, and I asked him if he ever had clinical experience with any of his patients.
I wished for some time I would never have asked that question.
He gave an account of a 23-year-old male patient which was waiting a pacemaker implant operation.
My uncle asked, he was experiencing repeated fading when heart block conduction failure for beating suddenly recurred.
The periods of unconsciousness were becoming more frequent, suggesting a poor outcome.
The patient did experience an NDE, and my uncle documented the patient's count.
This is my uncle's exact notes.
The patient recounted, quote, you were watching the television monitor to guide the pacemaker wire inside my heart.
That's when it stopped.
I was blanking out, and then you hit me on the chest saying, excuse me.
Then your fist came down like a hammer.
I saw that scared look in your eyes.
Someone was yelling.
Something crashed over to my left, and everybody went crazy.
You started shoving on me with both hands, and then I was out of it.
I was floating, pitch black, moving fast, moving through a vacuum, as if life never ended.
So black you could almost touch it, black, frightening, and desolate.
I was all alone, somewhere in outer space.
I was in front of some type of conveyor belt, which carried huge pieces of puzzle in weird colors that had to be fitted together rapidly under severe penalty from an unseen force.
It was horrible, impossible.
I was shrieking and crying.
I was deathly afraid of this force.
Then I saw a being of light.
The wind whistled by, and I rushed toward this beautiful blazing light.
As I moved past, the walls of the tunnel nearest the light caught fire.
Beyond the blazing tunnel, a huge black lake, but it felt like fire.
Something like a burning oil spill.
A hill on the far side was covered with slabs of rock.
Elongated shadows showed that people were moving aimlessly about like animals in a zoo enclosure.
An old stone building was on the right, mostly rubble with different levels, an opening crammed with people trying to move about.
Down the hill, I saw an old friend who had died.
The last I recall, they were dragging the river for him.
See, he had been involved with gambling.
I yelled to him, Hi, Jim.
He just looked at me, didn't even smile.
They were taking him around the corner when he started screaming.
I ran, but there was no way out.
I kept saying, Jesus is God.
Someway, somehow, I got back as you were putting in the stitches.
Obviously, we just heard an experience, an NDE, of somebody who did not go to heaven but went to hell.
This isn't a scary story, and it has to do with, but it fits.
It actually has to do with you in a way, too.
My father died about almost two decades ago, and I've always felt real close to him.
Over the last few years, I've felt particularly close to him because I've been, I had, you know, I came real close to Beth myself, and I've had some neurological surgery, and I've just, I don't know, I've felt real close, I've felt real, you know, sensed him really close and stuff recently.
And sort of like I talk to him and stuff like that now and then.
And anyway, it was the night that you had James on from.
I was trying to get through you, and so I tried the 800 number and just got the usual busy.
And then I tried that several times, and I stopped getting anything.
I stopped getting a ring.
I stopped getting a busy.
There was nothing.
It was just so dead.
And then, and so I just kept trying that and kept trying that, and the same thing.
It never would, never would ring, never do anything.
And then finally, I just had a sense that I said, dad, you better ask.
And suddenly I heard these bells ringing in the phone.
I mean, this is really true.
I heard these bells.
And I thought, oh, this is really kind of strange.
And so I thought, you know, I thought for sure, right about that time I turned back the radio on to see what was going on on the radio.
So at that point, he was saying how spirits can contact through, you know, they can use electrical phones and electrical sources and stuff.
And so when I tried again, I flipped back the radio and the radio was flipping, your recording of call the wildcard line was on there, but it didn't seem to fit in with what was being said.
So I just thought, maybe that's a signal.
So I tried the wildcard line and I called.
And during this whole period of time, I was getting very, very strange things on the other end of the phone.
In other words, it rang, it wouldn't ring, but not the usual kinds of ringing and not ringing.
When James got off the air, then I started to dial these same numbers over and over again, and they were all perfectly normal.
You know, they responded to the reading signal was there.
And then suddenly it was like, after the whole thing was over with, and I settled down, you can tell I get so excitable, when I settled down, there was this thing that I remember, the very first lady who called in to talk to James, when they were talking about her person that she wanted to contact, there was this point where James said maybe it's just because it's over the phone or something, but he was having difficulty.
He kept saying, kept sharing this, he said, I kept getting Joe, Joseph, Joey, Joey, something like that.
And something, he said, when you were little did you say, okay.
The point is, the point is, the things that he said that didn't fit the lady were exactly about me and my past and my dad.
And at the very same time that I was thinking all these things, that's what he was saying.
And then after I got off the phone, the point is that there was an old picture that I have of my dad that was always in the drawer, never was anyplace else but the drawer.
And as I was walking away after the program was over, I found this right in the middle of the hallway in front of my dad.
I don't know how something like that, a physical manifestation of that sort would occur.
All right, about 12 years ago, my mother discovered my 11-year-old sister's stuffed animal and Ewok.
Remember those from Star Wars, Return of the Jedi?
In the outside trash can.
She thought this to be very odd, for it was in mint condition, not to mention very cute.
So, mom brought it back into the house and put the stuffed animal in her bedroom closet.
If my sister didn't want it, she figured she'd hang on to it for a while or give it away to someone else.
Well, later that night, after my mom had gone to bed, she woke to hear a rustling, scratching sound coming from her closet.
This obviously frightened my mother, for it was coming from the exact spot where the stuffed animal was, needless to say.
The next morning, it went back into the trash can.
Well, this is why I keep my closet doors closed.
This is why I don't keep things of this sort in my closet, because everybody knows things like that hang out and do things in closets.
On my international line, you're on the air.
Hello.
unidentified
And good evening, Bell.
That's Ross from the Australian UFO Hotline.
I have two matters for you tonight.
The second matter is relating to a strange event that happened a number of years ago with emergency services personnel going out to a place in Clayton, Victoria.
No, actually not tonight, because tonight we're doing, as you can hear, ghost stories.
unidentified
Well, we had a report sometime 10 years ago where a distraught family rang emergency services and the police went out to a place in Clayton and the family was distraught about this revolving sound that was going around the perimeter of a wooden home, a fairly large one at that, and the police, when they turned up, thought everyone's a bit crazy.
They said, look, come in and have a cup of tea and we'll start in 15 minutes' time.
And this sound started and the wall started shaking and bending as the sound was revolving around each of the perimeter walls.
And he called other police and ended up having a whole stack of police here trying to figure out where this sound was coming from.
And to this day, no one knows how this sound was produced.
Thank you very much for the call all the way from Australia.
Not far from Tasmania.
Yes, indeed.
If you're outside the country someplace or another, Australia or Europe, wherever, South America, North, I suppose all the way to the Pole, you can reach us internationally, toll-free, by getting hold of the ATNT operator, the friendly AT ⁇ T operator.
I don't know how you do that in your country.
Wherever you are, ask for ATNT operator, you'll get it.
The Catholic Church does not like to admit that these things occur.
But any of you who have ever heard Father Malachi Martin, who freely talks of these things, he is an exorcist and has been for a long time, many years, Father Martin will tell you without equivocation that they absolutely do occur.
Now, I think that priests who are not used to dealing with these sorts of things are perhaps frightened of them, and perhaps With good cause.
But soon you will hear Father Martin on the program again.
He is presently writing three books simultaneously, so he's pretty busy.
But you will hear Father Martin again, and when you hear him, there will be no doubts in your mind, none whatsoever, that evil exists and inhabits the bodies of those who live on this earth until somebody like Father Martin comes along.
unidentified
The devil went down to Georgia.
He was looking for a cloth to speak though.
He was in a bag that he was way behind and was willing to make a deal.
He came across this young man starting from a fiddle and playing hot.
And the devil jumped up on a hip and jumped and said, boy, let me tell you what.
I guess you know it, but I'm a fiddle player, too.
And if you care to take a care, I'll make a bet with you.
Now, you play a pretty good fiddle, boy, but give the devil a view.
I've got a fiddle of gold against the stove to think I'm better to you.
The voice of my name is Johnny and it might be a sin.
The voice of my name is Johnny and it might be a sin.
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I had taken another ring from out of my jewelry box and I placed it into her pocket, which at the grave, when we got ready to bury her, ended up in her hands.
Nobody knew how it got there.
And once their hands are together, they're stiffened.
Stu's and crews, pilots, co-pilots, have reported seeing crew members from that flight on flights, and this has been going on not told generally outside the airlines now for years.
Eventually, when some of these people retire, we'll get the stories.
I know some of them, but I promised.
It is definitely going on.
unidentified
What I have heard about that, when they recovered certain parts and put them into other airlines to recycle different parts that were salvageable, that any plane that received parts from that flight ended up with crew members of the downed plane on it.
Well, I don't have any comment on that, but I thank you for the story, and I can verify without giving details that crew members of that flight have indeed been showing up on current flights.
The following comes from somebody who calls himself Bum in Sitka, Alaska.
Dear Art, I thought I'd fax you an experience my family had when my father passed away in 1992.
The Alaska native way is to have a 40-day party for the deceased.
You prepare their favorite food, drinks, and so forth.
My family was cooking turkey and seafood.
Approximately, there were about 15 people present.
When the root beer came down the stairs, leading into the kitchen, looked as if someone was carrying a single six-pack.
Just as suddenly as it occurred, it stopped on the bottom of the stairs.
This, folks, is the root beer coming down by itself.
We still have things occurring, like kitchen cabinet doors opening, as if someone is getting cut down, doors opening, closing, footsteps, just the feeling of being close to someone.
We're not scared by it, but we believe and understand my dad is still taking care of us.
Enjoy listening to you.
A true story.
East of the Rockies, you're on the air.
unidentified
Hello.
Hello, hello.
Hello?
Yes.
Ah, you're talking to me now.
I've been listening to you talk to the other people.
Well, the story I've got got me to thinking all these years about the energies involved in life and death processes because I saw a newly formed ghost.
And I had a partner with me that saw it also.
I was a respiratory therapist working in big city hospitals in Houston, Texas at the time.
He was very tall, very distinct-looking fellow, wearing blue jeans and a black and red plaid shirt.
So, I mean, he was going to stand out in the crowd.
And he had a handful of heart attack.
And we were in there doing CPR on him.
And after about 45 minutes, the physicians in charge called it.
And my partner and I were cleaning, the tubing, and all the paraphernalia we used to resuscitate someone off.
And we were going out into the hallway of the emergency room, and we looked down into the lobby where about 20 to 30 members of his family had come, and the doctors were explaining why he had died.
And when we looked down there, I guess the lighting was just right or something, we could see this guy who just died standing there, waving his hands in front of the faces of all his family members.
He's going from one to the other trying to get them to see him.
You could see him mouthing the words.
If you could read the lips a little bit, you could see him mouthing the words like, what's the matter with you all?
Why are you all crying?
It's like he didn't know he was dead.
And you could clearly see he was still in that ghostly see-through kind of image.
He was still wearing the clothes that he was still laying in their dead in.
So that makes you start thinking about ghost clothing.
My little lab partner was a smoker, and she freaked out and lit a cigarette, and she's still so freaked out she lit a second cigarette, not realizing she still had the first one with it.
This went on for, I'm watching my dog for about five minutes.
Then I slowly sat up and I softly said to my husband, I assumed it was him, I said, Johnny, if that's you, I'm very happy that you're here and I love you.
Then my, after another minute then my dog got off from the chair and he lay down by the chair and he was looking in the kitchen with his ears perked up and his head was going from side to side like my husband was in the kitchen and he's watching him walk around.
I believe that, and I, of course, mentioned cats earlier, but I believe that our animals see things we don't.
I rather suspect we see things they don't.
But I think they have a unique ability to sense or feel or see.
I'm not sure which, because I don't really know.
But they feel things and know things and perhaps see things that we don't and can't.
And so that lady story makes a whole lot of sense to me.
All right.
I think we're going to end it here for tonight with regard to Ghost to Ghost AM.
And we are going to continue tomorrow evening.
The lines continue to ring relentlessly off the hook.
So I know there are many, many more of you with similar stories.
And this year, because of the fact that Halloween is actually on Friday, All Hallows Day today, it will continue to be All Hallows Day as I come on the air in some time zones for Friday night, Saturday morning.
So if you didn't get in, don't despair.
We are going to continue this to some degree tomorrow night.
And again, I say to you what I said earlier, as you listen through the evening, some stories better than others, but the majority certainly convincing.
Collectively, I find it nearly impossible to ignore the evidence that there is something certainly very significant that lies beyond this very simple and short, cosmically very short existence, mortal existence, we have on earth.
And it is programs like this, if you listen carefully to them, that will convince you.
At any rate, it has, as always, been interesting, and I invite you back tomorrow night for more if you have the intestinal fortitude for it.