Ghost to Ghost 1997 Night 2 features callers recounting eerie encounters—Jeremy Dunn’s Reno UFO confirmed by airport radar, a 1980 ghostly woman in Kansas City, and a Border Patrol agent’s shadowy figures near San Diego cliffs. Others describe demonic rituals (1977 Florida), a flaming plaster skull in Alaska, or a paralyzing entity in L.A., while Joy from Wisconsin details a burnt face in her furnace. Crystal Gale’s unsettling presence post-divorce and Lowell’s non-threatening draped figure contrast with Anita’s adopted child’s ghostly kiss. Studies on near-death experiences (NDEs) hint at hellish visions, validating afterlife fears. John’s Civil War reenactment in a haunted auditorium suggests spirits may linger, seeking resolution—raising questions about the nature of hauntings and whether they’re trapped souls or echoes of history. [Automatically generated summary]
From the high desert in the great American Southwest, I bid you once again good evening, or good morning as the case may be.
My time zone Halloween continues, and so of course, Ghost to Ghost continues as well.
Our annual trek through the weird, the bizarre, the strange, and the true.
Ghost stories.
That's what we tell.
It is completely color-driven.
We don't have guests.
You are the ones who get to tell the stories, and it generally is all the scarier because of that.
Last night was certainly no exception, and I suspect tonight will be a continuation of that.
A very fine tradition done over many, many years on this program now.
So we'll get to all that.
A couple of announcements up front.
This was kind of cool.
Just got it.
Dear Heart, just thought you'd like to know, tonight, Halloween night, Art Bell stock on the Rogue Market reached $35,000 per share.
In fact, it closed at $35,000 at midnight Eastern time.
This heart is a solid position for a terrific climb tomorrow.
Just last Monday, which was Black Monday for Wall Street, you announced your stock had on the same day passed the $30,000 mark, and I predicted this week it would go to $35,000.
And as of this moment for the closing of the rogue market, it has done exactly that.
So you watch now.
Over the weekend and into next week, she's headed toward $40,000.
You get a chance to go to the rogue market, jump on over and make a mint in rogue dollars.
How do you find the rogue market?
You go to my website at www.artbell.com and you will see it on the left-hand side, the link to the rogue market.
Just feel free to jump on over.
In addition, last night I put up a really strange picture from Strange Universe.
In fact, as a matter of fact, I said it was going to be tonight.
The program covering the alien body that I've got on the website, the photo of the alien body, is going to be on Strange Universe Monday at night.
So I missed it by a day, or they moved it by a day, I think.
And it, you know, in a lot of ways, that photograph more befits Halloween than it does an alien, I think.
You look at that photograph, and there is something more horribly creature-like about it.
Something out of a bad dream here on Earth than you would find elsewhere.
But it is represented to be the body of an alien, and the story will unfold Monday on Strange Universe.
And also, this note upfront, Hiart, here is a report of a significant Halloween sighting from Reno, Nevada.
My name is Jeremy.
Gives his whole name.
I'll give it Jeremy Dunn.
On the board op here at KOH, until midnight Friday nights.
He says, I had a couple of listeners call to report a red light moving very slowly south of town.
They tracked it for several minutes.
I went outside and I saw it myself, as is my board op.
I called the Reno-Tahoe Airport, and guess what?
They were getting calls on it.
The tower saw it and, as a matter of fact, had it on radar, but did not know what it was.
A departing flight reported the object to be at about 9,000 feet altitude.
Thought you'd like to know, Jeremy 73 is Jeremy.
Oh, he's a ham.
Jeremy is also a ham.
So there you go, a Halloween sighting of all things of a red light, noted even by radar up there, as things continue to flash across our skies.
Another very, very good Phoenix picture coming shortly.
As a matter of fact, not of the original March 13th Phoenix lights, but of a recent UFO right over the city of Phoenix.
What is it about Phoenix that's attracting UFOs?
Linda will have a specific report on this one coming up this Sunday.
At any rate, we launch into the world of the unseen shortly.
And it's interesting, I was doing an interview or did a sort of an off-the-cuff interview on KST in Sacramento earlier in the day.
And since it is Halloween, they decided to call me and do a brief interview on Halloween.
And I told the talk show host there, go ahead, give it a shot.
Try it after the interview.
I said it on the air.
Open your lines.
And don't laugh at people.
Don't scoff at them.
And just watch what happens.
And then I later got a fax and said, boy, were you right.
Lines lit up and stayed lit up.
Thanks.
Now, why would ghost stories be important to hear beyond the obvious fun, The vicarious fun, I might add, of hearing somebody else scared out of their wits.
Now, I say vicarious because that's really what it is.
At least for me, when it comes down to something really happening to you, as in me, then the vicarious part of it dies a little bit.
And I found out the other night, scared the hell out of me during the Brad Seiger interview.
I know that a lot of you heard it, but right in the middle of that interview, just as I finished a break and the music was fading, and I took my headphones off to head off into the other room, something went on my door.
And I mean, just like that.
I don't even know that my mic was able to adequately reproduce the pounding sound that occurred on my door.
Really, really loud.
Not an outside door.
No outside rattle, no rock, none of that baloney.
This was something that pounded on my door to the degree that I'm sure had I been all the way turned around and seen it, the door would have rattled inward visibly.
And so since I was already on the way up, I went right over and opened the door that quick.
And there was nothing there.
Now there are four possibilities in my home for such a sound.
Three of them are kitty cats who were sound asleep on my bed.
The fourth is my wife, who also, until I interrupted her, was sound asleep on our bed.
So in other words, none of the four suspects had made the sound.
So what pounded on my door at a decibel level that would cause Alfred Hitchcock, were he around, to raise his eyes in surprise, I have no idea.
But I do know this, the vicarious part of it stopped like that, and the actual scary part of it began for me.
It really was scary.
So anyway, I will attempt to vicariously enjoy the ghost stories of all of you out there beginning shortly.
Well, all right, we're about ready to get underway, though I do have a current situation here, I suppose I should address.
I just got this from John in Santa Barbara.
Hi, Art.
I know you're not on the air right now.
It's 15 minutes before the show.
I am in Santa Barbara.
I live alone and just went into my bathroom to find the bottom of my shower, my tub, shower in the tub, red with what looks like blood.
There is also a red stain of a hand print on the wall in the shower.
I've been here about a year now and have never had anything or seen anything like this before.
I don't really know what to do.
I'm shaking now.
I'm not sure I'm going to stay in this place tonight.
I was wondering if when you get on the air, you might be able to ask your listeners for advice.
I've tried to call my landlady, but there is no answer at her place, of course.
Right now I'm thinking of heading to a motel.
What would you do?
I wish you a good and safe Halloween.
I'm sure not going to forget this for a long time.
Hope the motel has a radio so I can hear your show.
Well, listen, my friend, if your shower is covered with blood, and if there really is a bloody hand stain on the shower wall, my most sincere advice to you would be to call 911.
Before concluding that you are merely having a Halloween prank, I think that I would get hold of the police.
And they will quickly enough tell you if you have blood on your wall, if you have blood in your shower.
And if you do, it is better that you would call 911 than your landlady or somebody else.
Yeah, my mother was a faith healer, and I've seen a lot of things over the years.
I'm 46 years old.
They don't scare me anymore, but I've had several of them happen.
One of them that really sticks out in my mind, several years ago when my would-be wife and I were together, we were at my mother's house sleeping on the floor, and I woke up about 3 o'clock in the morning, and I seen this mist at the end of the bed, and it was a gray mist.
And so I lit up a cigarette, and I'm watching it, and it's moving back and forth, and it looked like the Grim Reaper is what it looked like.
And my wife woke up, seen it, hollered, and it went away.
A week later, she became very ill, and we took her to the doctor.
They said it was an inflamed ovary.
I took her home.
We took her back again in another week, and they said it was stomach flu.
And finally, something just told me to take her to another doctor, and her appendix broke, had been broke for two weeks, and she almost died.
The island of Kauai, the beautiful island of Kauai.
Yes, sir!
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Oh, see, I got one that should freak you out.
I was about six years old and laying in bed, and we had clock radio, and I know it was like about 4.07, maybe 4.08 in the morning, and I just woke up for some reason.
I have no idea why.
And I had this really kind of creepy feeling, and I looked up, and there was, of course I didn't know it at the time, but I know today it was, it certainly looked like the Grim Reaper.
It was the black hood, couldn't see the face, and I just freaked.
I mean, generally, when people talk about visitations by gods or angels that are going to take them, you know, from this life into the next, they are light creatures or they're wearing white clothing.
Now, if your guy had on black clothing, kind of a men in back of MIB from below, you know, that, you know, now look, I'm not trying to worry you.
I'm just saying that you might want to review the way you're living your life.
Okay, so I kind of freaked, didn't quite like the character that I saw in front of me, so I closed my eyes, kind of pulled the covers up over me, and I had this tingly, kind of sparkly sensation of, I don't know what you would call it, energy or something or other.
And I closed my eyes, and a couple seconds, or I don't know how long it was, a minute, I opened my eyes again, and I knew I was awake.
And I looked up, and I could see our hallway, ceiling, passing in front of me, up above me.
And I went, what the heck is going on here?
And I was freaking floating, man, down the, I wasn't walking because I was on my back.
And I'm cruising down our hallway.
And so I certainly closed my eyes again because I did not like what I was experiencing.
Would have been a good opportunity to change some light bulbs.
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So I closed my eyes again, and we had another clock radio in the digital, you know what I mean, in the living room.
And I opened my eyes again, and I'm laying on the floor in my living room underneath our coffee table.
I could see the clock radio, the digital lit up, and like one minute had passed from when I, I could see the clock when I was in the bedroom and I first experienced this.
And so I was completely wide awake.
And I, needless to say, I didn't move.
I slept underneath our coffee table until the sun come up.
It was coming from the wall where I placed this picture of the girl that played Marie Laveau.
And by just moving, putting the picture in a certain way with a poster behind it and whatnot, this mad image came out on the screen of the TV.
It was just a reflection.
And I said, my God, what is that?
And I got up and it disappeared.
And I said, man, this is strange.
And I turned the lamp off and there was no reflection there.
And so that night, the same thing, I got the lamp on, I turned off the TV, and the reflection comes back of this mad-looking person, devious-looking face.
believing individual in the world i've got my you know i've got my own religious beliefs but the demonology in that i Here they were trying to summon up something with big teeth.
And right in the middle of it, I made the comment, if there is a devil, give us a sign.
It had been his brother's, and he had stuck it inside the foot locker after it had burned.
Why, I don't know, but he did.
And it was one of those things where the foot locker itself was damaged.
Nobody could get into it without destroying it because his younger brother had gone ahead and pulled a practical joke on him and stuck some super glue in there.
Have you ever been in an elevator in like a 50 or 60-story building and you press the down thing and it's like you lose some of your weight and you can feel yourself lightening up as it goes down?
You do not, particularly in a situation of a circle of safety, protection, a pentagram, three other guys, ask for a sign from the devil, and then obviously get one and not be somewhat concerned about your ultimate destination.
And they didn't find his body until I was like six months old.
And my auntie, who was very psychic, saw my mother's side of the bloodline, that's their problem.
And there was this pair of wooden shoes that he had brought back from when he was in the military, and he gave them to my auntie, and she had them in this, like a china closet where my uncle had gone all over the world and collected all these things.
And I always wanted them wooden shoes.
And she passed over, and the shoes came to me.
And I had them, I was living in this apartment, and there was a television set that had not worked in years.
And I went and had a bedspread put over it, and I had this big mirror to where you kind of see yourself laying on the bed.
Like I said, I wasn't living right back in them days.
Anyway, what had happened is I went to this haunted house exhibit, and the very last exhibit, before you go out the door, there was this plaster repair skull, and it looked really, really real.
And I reached over and I grabbed it, and I put it in this big handbag I had, and I booked out with it, and I had had this thing for a couple of months.
I moved to this apartment.
I took the skull and I had it on top of this old TV, which had not been used in years.
And the inside of the shoes, like where it would go in the inside of your feet, was just absolutely charred.
So I got up, I took my son, I set him outside the apartment on the grass.
i went into the to the bathroom because all i had was a shower i dumped the diaper bucket and i got a bucket of water and i went ahead and poured it over this call in everything you know what i thought You betcha.
Let me tell you something.
This is going to blow your mind.
When I walked outside and letting the smoke come out of the apartment, these two little girls that I knew that were teenagers, they worked at Burger King off the Sunrise Boulevard.
This was like 23 years ago.
They came back to visit me.
And they asked me, like, wow, what's going on?
I said, walk inside the apartment and tell me if you see anything.
And they walked in, and they came out, and they were as white as sheets.
I said, what did you see?
Art, there in the mirror was the most perfect picture of me asleep on the bed done in smoke.
And I want you to know, you talk about getting up and moving out that day.
Harlotte, if you're listening, I want you to know that when you went and summons Lucifer, who's actually in the lower heavens right now, to talk to God about having your son to be in the satanic religion.
Because it's a little EDTV little baby, and she talked to Satan about having him to become in the faith and to be dedicated to Satan and to grow up to be a priest.
Well, that takes care of it except for the international line.
And I am encouraged tonight to give it out.
I've been getting so many international emails.
Boy, they just have been flooding in.
I got a nice one from Scotland earlier tonight.
Somebody said, man, you've got a lot of listeners here in Scotland.
They don't do the kind of show you do here.
And so I thought I would tell everybody in Scotland and England and Japan and all over the world that we have one of the first, no, the first true international toll-free line that AT ⁇ T ever constructed.
It's toll-free From anywhere in the world.
It's absolutely remarkable, actually.
Let me tell you how to call us from anywhere in the world.
It'd be a fun night to get a bunch of international calls, wouldn't it?
So here we go.
You get the ATT operator on the line.
She's not hard to find.
You call your local operator and just ask for the AT ⁇ T operator and say, I would like to call in the United States, toll-free, 800-893-0903.
From anywhere outside this great nation, we are borderless on this radio program.
That's 1-800.
No, not 1.
Actually, you don't dial the 1.
You just have the AT ⁇ T operator dial 800-893-0903.
And from wherever you are in the world, it will be absolutely toll-free.
By the way, my boss, Alan Corbeth, is preparing to wing his way to Great Britain.
And one of the things he's going to be doing there is consummating the deal with a talk radio network in Britain to carry the program.
So we are going to spread our wings a little bit, and we are, for at least a period of the evening, going to be live throughout the British Isles, Scotland, and who knows where else we're heard in Europe.
But we're going to get on a radio network there.
It's going to be a lot of fun, particularly with the toll-free line.
So once again, if you're outside the country, scare up an AT ⁇ T operator and have her call 800-893-0903 from any place in the world, and we will whisk you in toll-free.
I was dating this really neat city councilman, and he had bought an older home, beautiful old home, and he converted this big attic into a beautiful big bedroom.
And it must have been, I don't know, 30 feet long on this one side, and that whole side was nothing but a big closet, huge long closet.
She popped her head out, and she had short brown, kind of wavy hair and a flowered dress on.
And I stared, you know, and I kind of froze, and I just stared and looked, and then she turned her head and looked at me, and we kind of eye to eye, you know, and she went back in the closet.
And I just, I mean, I woke him up.
I said, Ed, wake up, wake up.
I just saw the most strange thing.
I know I saw it.
And he said, what was it?
What did she look like?
I told him, he says, oh, don't worry about her.
He said, she's real nice.
He said, when I built this room, I saw her, when I finished the closet, he said, she walked in there.
But what we figured out, he said, why she was there, was this house was built by her father when she got married, and the man left her, and she committed suicide in the attic.
Now, I've never had anything peek out of my closet, and if I did, my intense dislike of open closets at night would quickly convert to, I'm leaving this closet for somebody else.
I'd be out of here.
There is no way, there's no way on God's green earth that I would go to sleep with a closet open or closed from which somebody had peeked their head and shoulders out.
When I was young, my father bought a house, and it was built in the 1920s.
And this guy gave it to him for a really good price, and so he bought it.
And two weeks later, the guy came back and begged him to have the house back and said he should have explained to him more about what happened in the house before he had sold it to him.
So anyway, my father said, no, this is our first house.
We're going to keep it.
And apparently, what this guy told my father, and he never said anything to the family for years till later, was that there was three generations living in the house.
They were from the West Indies, and they were practicing voodoo.
And basically, he said he wanted to buy the house back from him, and he shouldn't have let a young family buy the house in the first place, knowing the history.
So anyway, my father thought, well, you know, we're just going to live with it, and went on with that.
I would have assumed that the guy somehow had buyers, excuse me, seller's remorse or somehow, you know, wanted the house back, and a good story of a haunting in the house is a great way to scare somebody to sell it back to you.
And it became so commonplace, I didn't think anything of it when she would call out in the middle of the night and say, pass me my rosary or pass me the Bible, which she'd keep on her nightstand, but she was paralyzed.
She couldn't move.
So I'd come and give this to her, and whatever it was left.
And it was always targeting her, and I thought, well, you know, maybe it's targeting her because she's always sick.
But anyway, when the third or fourth time we'd called a priest over the years, one time when these things were occurring more often, he came, and it was a different priest this time.
And he got out of his car, and my dad came and opened the front door and saw him arrive, and he was going to greet him.
And he wouldn't come over to the house.
He wouldn't even step across the street onto the pavement that was out front of our house.
He said he felt something that was so bad to the house, he didn't even want to enter, come onto our lawn.
And my dad came down the stairs, and I was standing in the doorway watching.
The priest was apologizing and said, I'm sorry.
You know, I'm going to have to send somebody else because whatever is there, I can feel it.
It may have been the children that brought it in the first place.
Particularly teenage girls, I don't know why, but particularly teenage girls have a propensity for attracting these things or creating them or summoning them or being the source of them.
We don't exactly know which is true, but we just know the phenomena tends to occur frequently around teenage girls.
Now, as I told somebody earlier today, you can take any one of these stories, and I think you can rather easily dismiss them one way or another.
You know, as you think them through, you can dismiss them.
But collectively, you cannot take all the stories you're hearing, and the lines are, you know, as always, just absolutely loaded, and it could go on and on and on and on and on and on.
When you don't chuckle at people when they tell you a story, then people are unafraid to come forward as they hear others and tell their stories.
So collectively, how can you possibly deny that these things must be true, that there must be something to it?
Singly, perhaps.
Collectively, not a chance.
Not if you're an objective person and you listen carefully.
And one of my family's religious practices is once they move into a new house, they call in the priest and have him bless the house and the whole ball of wax.
Well, I've got an article from the Salt Lake Tribune that says the storm started with a bang, a clap of thunder that started and scared people all across Salt Lake City in the valley.
And you know, the picture, I'm going to hold It up on my studio cam and let everybody see it, but I've got the newspaper picture, and it shows this witch with a broom about halfway up a pole with all the snow below, you know, trying to get away.
Four of my friends and I were coming home from California from a graduation trip, a high school graduation trip, coming home to Salt Lake.
We were leaving Palm Springs in the night because it was so hot.
It's about 120 during the day, so we decided to travel at night.
We were on the road outside of Palm Springs.
I can't remember exactly where we were going.
It was just a two-way road.
And there was a sign that said no services for a certain amount of miles, so we knew we were going into quite a desolate part of the desert.
And here we were, you know, five young girls, never really experienced anything like we were going to experience and never have.
But about an hour into the desert, we were getting tired.
A few of us were asleep.
The driver, my friend that was driving, said, what is that up ahead?
There's someone off to the side of the road.
And we, one at a time, woke up.
And the minute we started looking at it, we all got the most horrible feeling.
It was just an awful feeling.
And we couldn't figure out what was going on.
As we got closer, she slowed down, and we noticed there was a woman off about maybe 10 feet off of the road.
She had white hair, long white hair, white skin, this long flowing white robe, a dress, holding a white dog on a chain.
In the middle of nowhere, we had not even seen any cars for a long, long time.
There were no homes or we had not gone through any towns.
And as we got closer, we realized what it was.
And the wind hadn't even been blowing that night, but her dress was blowing, her hair was blowing, and she looked at us with the most evil eyes I have never seen.
She didn't look human.
Her skin was so pale and white.
And she looked at us to the left, and as we went by her slowly, her head turned so far.
There's no way any human head could turn that far to follow us.
And it was freaky upshades of the exorcists.
Oh, it was just unreal.
We were so upset for a long time after that.
And every time we get together now, after all these years, we always talk about that white lady in the white dress with her dog in the middle of nowhere.
Horrendous claps of thunder above Salt Lake, followed by a snowstorm.
And if you will go to my website right now and take a quick look at the live studio cam, which normally shows a live shot of me sitting here doing the show, catching me in heaven knows what sort of poses.
I've held up the picture from the Salt Lake Tribune showing a witch with a broom partway up a phone pole.
And of course you'll recall Patsy Harlot, if you will, who was from Salt Lake City and will be repeated tomorrow night, Saturday night, Sunday morning.
You're not going to want to miss that if you didn't catch it the first time.
That's really scary.
The person included a little caption here of their own that says, hey, Art, look at what happened to Patsy the Witch the other night.
My story is it actually comes out of the 70s from Bremerton, Washington.
All right, you're going to have to get into that phone and yell at us because I can borrow off and on for the American Legion in Bremerton, Washington back in the 70s.
And the building that the American Legion is in was originally across the street inside the shipyard.
It was a serviceman's club.
And back in the 40s, they moved the building from the shipyard across the street to where it is now.
During the move, there was a man who was crushed under the building.
For several years while I was tending bar, anybody that was in there heard noises.
We had secured locked doors.
Every once in a while a door would open, the alarms would go off.
We all got very used to it and decided this was the man who had been crushed, and we nicknamed him George because we didn't know what his name was.
And he was kind of mischievous, but he never really did anything bad.
But upstairs in this building is a huge hall where they hold bingo and convention dinners.
On a Thursday night, I was attending bar, and the post commander and vice commander were upstairs setting up the hall for a convention dinner for the next night.
And they had all the chairs and tables nicely arranged, everything done.
And about 11 p.m., they came downstairs to the bar, and I was closing things down.
They sat down to have a beer, and we heard a lot of scraping noises upstairs.
So they went back upstairs, and a few of the chairs had been moved.
And they thought someone was in the building.
They looked all around, couldn't find anybody.
Came back downstairs.
I was almost finished closing out and it was like thunder and scraping and it was just horrendous noise upstairs.
This time, the post commander went up the stairs from inside the building.
The vice commander went outside the building up the fire escape, just in case there was somebody there trying to get out.
When they got up there, all of the tables had been moved.
All of the chairs.
The wheelchairs that had been in a storage room, which also was locked, were in the middle of the room.
But if you died and you found yourself trapped here on earth as a spirit, in other words, you could move about and do what you wanted to do, but nobody would see you, nor sense you, nor feel you, nor have any chance of knowing that you're even there, save an occasional rattle or something.
In other words, you could be a ghost or you could be a spirit or you could run.
Any of the rest of you who would like to consider that might do so.
If you, in effect, woke up dead and found yourself surrounded by the living, but utterly invisible to them, unable to affect their actions, what would you do?
Her answer was a pretty good one.
Either fly on the wall at the White House.
But even that, I suppose, would be boring after a while.
East of the Rockies, you're on the air on Ghost to Ghost A.M. Hello.
And he always wore a felt hat, and he smoked Prince Albert cigarettes.
And I woke up one night, which, you know, a lot of people say that it was, you know, due to the fact that my father had passed away and all this, and I was wide awake.
And my father was standing at the foot of the bed, and he always called me Bubba.
And he said, Bubba, he said, don't worry about it.
He said, you know, everything will be all right.
And ever since that time, I've never felt really scared of being around certain things.
But I had rented a house in the northeastern part of Memphis.
This has been about four or five years ago.
And I had a roommate.
And I would be gone for anywhere from a week to two weeks.
And I'd come back home, and he'd tell me about these strange things that happened in the house while I was gone.
So I was at the house for, I reckon, a month or two by myself.
And I was dating a woman that had a key to the house.
I was in the shower one night taking a shower.
The door is locked.
There's burglar bars on the windows.
There's burglar bars on the doors.
All the doors were locked.
I'm in the shower taking a shower.
and the light switch goes on and off.
And I figured, okay, you know, she's...
Right.
You know, she's going to come over, you know, and, you know, try to scare me because, you know, I'd heard certain things and felt certain things in the house.
And I got out of the shower and dried off, you know, and, you know, just kind of casually walked through the living room and looked around.
There wasn't anybody there.
And there was a time when, in the springtime, I had windows that I would open and draw the curtains back and use a ceiling fan.
And I woke up one morning about 1.30 or two, which is nothing unusual when I went home.
And I lit a cigarette and was sitting there smoking it, or laying there, and I felt somebody sit down on a bed.
I guess people react very differently to these things.
That's all I've said.
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Well, I said, ever since my father had passed away and I had seen him, I have never felt as though they were bad.
Now, you know, of course, I've never had knives fly through the air or, you know, wake up with my head under a guillotine or things like that either.
But I have never really felt.
That they were bad.
You know, it's always been, you know, like, okay, you know, they're here, I'm here.
Anyway, what happened?
Well, I felt the bed move again.
I put the cigarette out, and I slept with one foot out from underneath the sheets.
And I, you know, got my nest made, and I'm laying there, you know, just going off into dreamland, and something reached down and grabbed my ankle and shook it like, okay, you know, I'm up, but, you know, I've had the last say.
But these were things that not only I experienced, but the lady that I was dating experienced, my roommate, as a matter of fact, he still lives in the house, which I've moved out of.
I have since gotten married.
And my wife was sitting at the computer one night playing solitaire.
Yes, the tradition continues into the night dark hours as we tell ghost stories.
And there seem to be plenty of them out there.
As I told the earlier audience, one might easily dismiss any single story or laugh it off or chuckle it off with a nervous little laugh.
But collectively, just keep listening.
Now, back to our lines.
I do have one thing that I feel I should read you.
I have received, you know, over the last couple of days, countless communications from police officers and those kinds of people.
And most of them beg me not to read them on the air because they would be identified.
Here's one who will allow me at least to read it.
It reads, Dear Art, I thought I'd take a second to send you a facts concerning several ghost sightings in our area.
I am a Border Patrol agent who wishes to remain nameless, of course, as my career might be adversely affected.
During the past few years, we've had the misfortune of losing two of our agents in the line of duty.
In both circumstances, they died by falling off cliffs in our area here in San Diego.
In these same locations, several illegal aliens have also died trying to enter the U.S. One night I was working in the same area where one of our agents died.
It was during the middle of the night.
A thick fog was beginning to cover the valley floor and move toward my location.
When the fog came and surrounded my area, a feeling of dread came over me and I began to get very uneasy.
As I was preparing to leave the area, I saw what I can only describe as several shadowy figures running through the fog, being trailed by another about 25 yards behind it.
I immediately called to other officers to see if anyone was pursuing these aliens.
I didn't get any answer, so I moved toward the area where I had seen these figures and began to check the area for the presence of aliens.
I knew they couldn't have gone far as there were cliffs on three sides of me, and I was covering the only direction out.
I searched the ground, found the tracks, and followed them to the edge of the cliff.
The footprints stopped at the edge, and not seeing any others in any other direction, I proceeded to the bottom of the canyon, expecting to find the worst.
After I went to the bottom, I couldn't find any sign or presence of anyone.
I believe what I saw was the spiritual remnants of those lost souls.
I know that this is probably the case, as others have told me they've seen similar things.
Thanks for your time, and please don't use my name on the radio.
Okay, I shall not, though you did give it to me.
So there you are.
Another case of apparently this endless tape loop business as it regards spirits.
You can easily imagine that border agents or aliens who had literally run off a cliff would experience a quick, violent, horrible death, and that somehow that death would be repeated endlessly in this horrid little tape loop that appears to accompany some spirit presence.
Quite a story, and one of just many that I get from law enforcement.
Well, I moved in with my boyfriend and his grandfather as he was living with his grandfather before in the house.
His grandfather died on the couch in the front room.
Okay, well, I move in with my daughter at the time.
She's about 11 years old.
And we've been here a while.
And she was sleeping in the bedroom, which the open door to it.
And her bed would be, you know, where she'd lying.
If she sat up, she could see into the front room.
And Grandpa, we still had some of the furniture, you know, from them.
And he had a recliner chair.
And I rearranged it anyway.
It was sitting to where if she sat up in bed, you could see right to it.
Anyway, she'd never met Grandpa.
And I've never met him.
The next day, I get up and she says, Mom, I had a bad dream last night.
And I said, you did?
Well, why didn't you wake me up?
And she said, well, because I sat up and I was scared.
And I sat up and looked up and there was an old man in the chair and he said, it's okay, honey.
And he was from Arkansas.
And he talked, it's okay, honey.
Just go back to sleep.
And I said, what?
And I said, Joey, that's my boyfriend.
I said, come here and listen to this.
And so she explained it to him.
And Joey said, well, what did he look like, Jane?
And she described him to a T because he wore sweatsuits all the time because he had lost a leg, you know, and it was easy for him to wear and he was old.
And she described his gray sweatsuit and described his looks to a T. She didn't feel scared of it.
And, you know, we thought that was weird, but I've never gotten scared feelings of any of this.
Well, then one night, I don't know how far in between, within the same, six months or a year, nobody was home.
I was pregnant, so I went to sleep, took a nap, and I woke up, because I knew everybody was gone for the day, and I woke up, and the reclining chair, grandpa's chair, was one of the kind where if you want the foot thing to come up, you have to grab, well, no, it doesn't come up by leaning back.
You have to grab that wooden handle on the side of your chair.
When you reverse the question and you apply it to yourself, now you understand why we get the stories we get.
Now, granted, there are other classes of very evil presence, poltergeist activity and worse.
But in the majority of so-called ghost stories, it's dear departed ones that are leaving some sort of sign that indicates to the person receiving it beyond any shadow of a doubt that they are present.
So you try and answer the question to yourself, if you literally, you know, literally woke up dead, found yourself unable to affect things in any real material way, what would you do?
The answer tells you why we're getting the kinds of stories we're getting right now.
I used to leave that on at night for a night light.
And I'd turn it off in the morning, and for a month, every night when I'd go to turn it back on, I'd have to screw the light bulb back in.
My husband, I think, thought I was nuts until he was home one night, and I had to do it.
We never turned the fan on, so it somehow unloosened by itself.
One other night, I was sitting in the living room, and I had emptied all the trash bags into one big garbage bag, and no windows were open, and the bag moved, and you could smell perfume.
Now, the big thing is, in January of 96, we had a fire in the house.
And we called the fire department at 7.30 in the morning, got everybody out, called the fire department.
A little earlier, I asked the general audience, a couple of callers, but the general audience, what would you do if you, in effect, woke up one morning dead?
Single, married, wouldn't matter.
Family nearby, not, wouldn't matter.
You wake up, you get up, and you realize as the day wears on, nobody can see you.
You're not part of what's happening anymore, only you're still there.
You're dead, but you're here on earth.
What would you do?
It's a very, very intriguing question that leads to all kinds of conclusions about what you hear when you hear ghost stories.
Well, here's another answer.
Art, I would look for one of those pretty teenage girls, preferably Scandinavian or Hawaiian, and just kind of hang around with her and perhaps on occasion give her the impression that she has supernatural powers.
I've got my hand on the deadbolt, open the deadbolt, open the door a crack, and I look back at the bed, and she's right, but she's talking to me in a man's voice.
And when I look back at the bed, my body is laying in the bed.
And I'm looking at her laying next to me, and I'm going, oh, geez, Louise.
Well, I knew enough, and you'd actually said it about 15 minutes ago, never make a deal with the devil.
And I realized, okay, I knew enough that this is some kind of demon or some kind of devil or a soldier or something.
If I pull them out, then I'm acknowledging.
If I run out of the house, then I'm not dealing with it.
So I just said, hey, I've got to face this now or this is going to go on forever.
And I didn't want to move.
But anyway, I just looked over and I said, I realized at that moment, just in a moment of clarity, I just looked at this woman, and it was a woman talking like a man, which was scary.
And I said, no.
And I just remember walking back and laying back down into my body, and it never came again.
Everybody else has a hokey story, but here he wakes up with three rusty nails driven into his head and a young lady on his bed to give him instructions in a man's voice.
Right-oh.
Okay, on my international line, you're on the air.
Well, that must be pretty rough because it's 12.45 here, so it must be something 45 there.
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It should.
That's right.
Well, my clock is a little over.
Yeah.
No, right at the present time, I don't have a Halloween story, other than the fact that the people in Taiwan are a little suspicious of what's been going on in Washington.
It's quite a flight, and from somebody who just took a 15-hour plane flight, that's me from Europe, I warn you, take every precaution on the aircraft you can not to come home and get sick.
And again, let me give out the international number.
If you are somewhere way out there in Europe or in Asia or wherever, we have a toll-free line.
You can call us and it will not cost you one penny.
And the way you accomplish it is you call the AT ⁇ T operator.
Call your local operator and have her connect you with AT ⁇ T. And then tell the AT ⁇ T operator you want to call toll-free to the U.S. a special number which is 800-893-0903.
That's 800-893-0903.
And you'll get through.
East of the Rockies, you are on the air.
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Hello, Art.
Hello.
My story takes place outside in the woods.
I was coon hunting one fall night, and I was, you know, down in Pennsylvania, you know, where the hills and stuff are.
And my dogs were running up a hill, you know, and they stopped, you know, you know, and they were chasing a coon.
And I'm way behind them, and I get up to there, and there's this strange glowing.
So I was wondering what it was.
So me being brave and all, I walk up the hill, you know, and there are six figures, look like figures, and they were all like real low, low, hardly could hear it, like chanting.
And to me, they looked so real that I asked them what they were doing.
And they just turned to me and looked at me.
So, you know, I was really gun-ho, and I said, you know, I told them to leave, you know, since they were on my property.
And they didn't even move.
Like, you know, they were looking at me, but, like, looking through me, like, you know.
So the dogs, they ran down the hill because they were, I don't know what they were seeing, but I was getting kind of ticked off, so I let off around in the air, you know, and that didn't even stay with them.
You know, a normal person would be running, you know, if someone's shooting.
So I told him, I told him one more time to leave or I'll shoot.
So I took and aimed at one, shot them, and after that, they disappeared.
And so there we have yet again, folks, another repeating tape-loop type entity presence.
How can you listen to all of this and doubt?
Do you think we remain?
Do you think we come back again and again and again?
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I was a highwayman.
Along the coast roads I did ride.
Sword and pistol by my side.
Many a young maid lost her bottles to my trade.
Many a soldier shed his life blood on my blade.
After hunting in the spring of 25, I am still alive I was a sailor I was born upon the die With the sea I did a bad I sailed a scooter around the pork of Mexico I went along
The world remains a little blow And when the arms broke off They said that I got killed But I'm living still I was a damn villain
Ooh, and it's alright And it's coming up We gotta get right back To where we started wrong Love is good Love is good We gotta get right back To where we started wrong To reach Art
Bell In the Kingdom of Nye From east of the Rockies Dial 1-800-825-5033 That's 1-800-825-5033
west of the Rockies including Montana Wyoming Colorado and New Mexico call ART at 1-800-618-8255 That's 1-800-618-8255 First time callers dial ART at Area Code 702-727-1222 702-727-1222 This is Coast to Coast AM with Art Bell.
It says, Patients near death see visions of hell by Robert Matthews, science correspondent.
Terrifying accounts of gravely ill people who claim to have been dragged to the very gates of hell by demons are now to be studied scientifically for the first time by a British psychologist.
The existence of so-called near-death experiences or NDEs in which dying people report having mystical sensations before being resuscitated is now widely accepted by doctors and scientists.
Their cause is unknown, but they typically involve the feeling of deep peace, followed by a sensation of floating up through a tunnel toward a bright light and into a beautiful kingdom.
But it is now becoming clear that for some people, NDEs are very far from blissful.
Instead, a feeling of floating upwards, they report being pulled down toward a pit inhabited by demons.
So there you go, folks.
I've been waiting for this one, and typically, when you talk to somebody who has had an NDE, nearly always they will tell you, oh, there is no bad experiences.
And you will ask NDE researchers, well, have you ever heard of anybody going anyplace not so pleasant?
And sometimes they will, I mean, very occasionally they say, well, I've heard some rumors or a couple of reports of that kind of thing, but basically no.
And I always felt that that was more or less baloney.
And this story confirms that fact.
There are many, apparently.
Now, obviously, people don't talk about that.
I mean, if you had an NDE and you went down instead of up, you might do a lot of internalizing about it.
You might change your lifestyle.
You might do a lot of things.
But one thing you probably wouldn't do is tell the story publicly.
Well, I had an MDE, only I went to hell.
No, you wouldn't talk about it.
And I always thought there would be a bunch of those because there are a bunch of not-so-nice people around.
And my first, the birthday afterwards of mine, you know, I was real sad that, you know, she wasn't going to be around.
And she always made a point of calling her kids on their birthday.
Even if she had to track them down at work, she always called.
Right.
And so the night before my birthday, I was kind of sad.
And I was like, come on, mom, just something.
Show me that you're still around.
And the next day, I went about my day and wasn't thinking a whole lot about it.
And I went to a bookstore and I was looking through the used books.
And there was a book there that I had been wanting for quite a while for like $5.
And I thought, oh, how neat.
And went to another section and found another book that I wanted, very cheap.
And bought them and off I went to my sister's house.
And I'm thumbing through this book.
And something flies out of it, you know, like a tape or something.
And I reach down and I pick it up off the floor and I turn it over and it's a photograph, an old photograph, black and white, of this little girl, about five, and this man sitting there with a guitar on his lap.
just like my mother's relatives, you know.
And I turned it over, and on the back it said, Mary and Willie, October 1955, and October 1955 was the month and year of my birth.
And I just thought it was her way of telling me that, yeah, I am still around, and here's the truth.
Now, see, that story bothers me for a lot of reasons.
Thank you.
And I'll tell you why.
In my own mind, and we discussed this with Brad the other night, Brad Steiger in some detail, I prefer to think of ghosts or spirits as a sort
of weak shadows of their former selves, not really the spirit, not really the soul of the dearly departed, but rather sort of an echo that repeats perhaps endlessly, but is not really a trapped soul on earth.
But what that man just described and what many others have described is proactive in the sense that it's not a tape loop, and it would indicate that souls really do remain on earth in some cases.
And in a lot of ways, no matter how interesting you think it might be, to be trapped on earth eternally, able to roam, able to do what you want, might temporarily sound kind of neat, but in fact it would be a living hell.
So I don't want really to think that spirits, souls, are trapped here on earth.
Why?
Because of course I could become one of them.
So could you.
So as you listen to these ghost stories, the easier ones are the ones that sort of would show a repetitive action, like from the Border Patrol officer that I read earlier.
And then, so anyways, then he just turns to the very end of the house.
He was at one end.
And at the other end was a swinging door that went out to a mushroom room that my godparents grew mushrooms and then out to the backyard into the back alley.
Another door went out that way.
He just ran for that door and he just crossed this house in half a second.
He went so fast you could see a blur of legs and arms as he was running.
He left a white streak as tall as he was right from where he started to where he went out this door.
And the door, he didn't go through it.
It swung open real quick and shut, ta-doon.
You know, like, three, ta-doo.
And that was it.
He was gone.
And we were just about to turn to go back up the steps, and our parents are already at the top of the steps looking down at us, like, what's going on?
And we told them the story, and we went out to the backyard, checked out, I guess they assumed it was a burglar that we saw, right?
Well, it is the first instance I've ever heard of human scaring ghosts, and I like it.
It is possible, who knows what makes a ghost visible.
And it is kind of nice to think that occasionally, without their knowledge, they become visible, doing their usually invisible snooping, and we catch them.
If you can see my studio cam, I've got this really cool on the island of Rhodes when we were there, Ramona found this really neat, I don't know what it is, it's like a tube with a hand on it.
I guess it's basically a back scratcher, although the hand looks a little eerie.
And when you turn the tube over, it makes a weird sound.
you that And I was having more fun with this thing on the cruise because it makes such an obscene little sound.
And I will hold this up so that you can see it on the studio cam.
Strange.
All right, West of the Rockies, you're on the air.
Good morning.
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Good morning, all right.
I'm glad I got through.
First of all, do you believe that dogs can see ghosts?
And I observed the sheep standing in the corner of the fence-in area still as a statue while the entirety of the other part of the flock was stuffing their face in a typical sheep-like manner.
A couple of days later, I saw the same thing, flocked together, munching, strange statue-like sheep on the other side of the field, not eating.
So the next week, the same thing, but this time that rancher was there.
So I asked him, you know, why the statue-like sheep was so weird.
Did someone clock in the head or something?
It's the darndest sheep, he said.
That sheep won't eat in the daytime, only at night.
I said, bizarre.
He said, you can say that again.
It's so scared of other sheep.
It's also scared of other sheep, but product is product, and that's what counts.
I said, that's for sure.
So one night I was coming back from the party, and I was walking by, and I could see a lone sheep, the lone sheep eating or chewing in the moonlight.
All the other sheep, needless to say, were sleeping, but I couldn't see the sheep put its head down to a pull of grass or hay.
So one evening, I had just purchased some night vision goggles on the black market for a tidy price, tidy in the sense that it was cheap.
I thought I'd walk by the sheep again that night.
I looked through my goggles as I was approaching the sheep to test them out since it was absolutely dark and there was no moonlight that night to speak of.
Looking through the night vision goggles, I had to check my goggles thinking they might be lemons because of what I was seeing.
I tried again and there it was again.
The sheep was stretching out its neck, standing on its hind legs.
There to my absolute amazement was this neon green image of an upside-down man holding his hand high, apparently hand-feeding the sheep.
And around him were other people walking upside down with an occasional neon image of what looked like dogs.
Wow!
Yeah, yeah, this is totally bizarre.
I sat there and tried to keep my composure for several minutes until I couldn't help myself.
I picked up a rock and threw it at the neon image of the upside-down man feeding The sheep.
The rock hit the sheep instead that he was feeding, and the upside-down man stopped abruptly.
He looked over my way, apparently spotting me.
He made some hand gestures to the others that were walking around him, and they all disappeared.
When I took the goggles down to start running, I saw several baseball-sized red dots coming at me.
I ran as fast as my feet could carry me.
Somehow lost them hiding in the combine.
I stayed there for about three hours with an occasional red dot passing by.
After about three hours, I got out of the combine and ran, like you would not believe, back to my dorm in complete terror.
All right, then listen on the air, and this goes for an earlier caller, which I didn't manage to get my address out for.
You recall the picture of the face in the oven.
Well, hopefully you're still poised with your pencil and paper.
And for us, sir, my address, particularly for any unusual photographs or copies of very ancient journals like the one we just heard about, fire it off to me, Art Bell, A-R-T-B-E-L-L, just like the one that rings.
The address is P.O. Box 4755, 4755, in a town called Perump.
Not to laugh, as I spell it, that's Piazzin Paul.
A-H-R-U-M-P Perump.
Nevada.
And the zip code here, the short way to do Nevada is NV.
And the zip code would be 89041-4755.
You know, the last thing that you would want to see in a furnace would be a face literally burned into the furnace wall.
There is none other to match it in the world, like fingerprint, yes.
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Exactly.
Now, one of the things that, oh, probably every ham, goes through every ham's mind at some point is that somebody might, and they always call it bootlegging, somebody might bootleg his call sign.
Well, I'd come home from work every day and I'd go to lie down on my day bed here, take a nap, and almost every day I would dream that I was down in my basement at my bench with my hand stuff and somebody's on there using my coffin.
And in the dream I'd feel, you know, this time it's not a dream.
This time it's really happening.
But about two minutes later I'd wake up and there I'd be on the bed knowing darn well that it hadn't happened.
Well, one day I was talking to a fellow about this over the errors that happened, and I told him about it, and he said, oh, you know, it's a psycho analytical thing.
You think you're losing your identity or you feel threatened.
Somebody's going to beat you or something like that.
Now, years after, I forget how long it is, but shortly after your death, a year or two or five or whatever, they're able then to reissue your call, yes.
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Yes, and that's just like giving somebody a telephone number.
You haven't got it, as you know.
Well, you know, from that time on, I never had that dream again.
And I was coming home from a Halloween party, and I love listening to your show.
And I just had to, I had to call because there was, it's not a scary story, but it's a really special story.
Okay.
And what it was, is that I'm single and I can't have children.
And there was an adoption that I was trying to go through, a private adoption, and it was really a scary procedure because the girl kept going, you know, one month yes, one month no, you know.
And so it was just very difficult.
And I had really been pondering and wondering, well, should I go through with this or not?
And I was laying on my sofa one night.
I'd fallen asleep.
And I had, you know, I kind of had woken up a little bit.
I wasn't really, I was in that daze, you know, that in and out kind of sleep.
Sure.
And it was really strange because I had drifted off again.
And I hadn't really been thinking about this too much that night or anything.
So it wasn't like I fell asleep with this on my mind.
There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold.
The Arctic trails have their secret tells that would make your blood run cold.
The northern lights have seen queer sights, but the queerest they ever did see was the night on the marge of Lake Labarge I cremated Sam McGee.
Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee where the cotton Blooms and blows, when he left his home in the south to roam round the pole, God only knows.
He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell, though he'd often say in his homely way that he'd sooner live in hell.
On a Christmas day, we were mushing our way over the Dawson Trail.
Talk of your cold through the Parker's fold, it stabbed like a driven knell.
If our eyes would close, then the lashes froze, so sometimes we couldn't see.
It wasn't much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee.
And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow, and the dogs were fed, the stars o'erhead were dancing hill and toe.
He turned to me, and Cap, he says, I'll cash in this trip, I guess.
And if I do, I'm asking that you won't refuse my last request.
Well, he seemed so low that I couldn't say no, then he says with a sort of a moan, it's a cursed cold, and it's got right hold how I'm chilled clean through to the bone.
Yet taint being dead, it's my awful dread of the icy grave that pains.
So I want you to swear that foul or fair, you'll cremate my last remains.
A pal's last need is a thing to heed, so I swore that I would not fail.
And we started on at the streak of dawn, but God, he's ghastly pale.
He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee.
And before nightfall, a corpse was all that was left of Sam Magee.
There wasn't a breath in that land of death, and I hurried horror-driven, with a corpse half hid that I couldn't get rid because of a promise given.
It was lashed to a sleigh, and it seemed to say, you may tax your brain and bronze, but you promise true, and it's up to you to cremate those last remains.
Now I promise made as a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code.
In the days to come, through my lips were dumb, in my heart how I cursed that load.
In the long, long night by the lone firelight, while the huskies round in a ring howled out their woes to the homeless snows, oh God, how I loath that thing.
And every day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow.
And on I went through the dogs were spent and the grub was getting low.
The trail was bad and I felt half mad, but I swore I would not give in.
And I'd often sing to that hateful thing and it hearkened with a grin.
So I came to the marsh of Lake Labarge and the derelict there lay.
It was jammed in the eyes, but I saw in it twice.
It was called the Alice May.
And I looked at it and I thought up it and I looked at my frozen chum.
Then here, said I, with a sudden cry, is my crematorium.
Some planks I tore from the cabin floor and I lit that broiler fire.
Some coal I found that was lying around and heaped that fuel up higher.
The flames just soared and the furnace roared, such a blaze you seldom see.
And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal and I stuffed in Sam Magee.
Then I made a hike for I didn't like to hear him sizzle so.
And the heavens scowled and the huskies howled and the wind began to blow.
It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks and I don't know why.
It is, and we are now going to go back and we are going to hear the remains, so to speak, of the cremation of Sam McGee.
A promise made is a promise that must be kept.
And here was this fellow lugging the remains of Sam McGee until finally, in the cold, in the wind-whipped cold of the Alaska tundra, he found a location where he could cremate, as promised, the remains of Sam McGee, who was terrified of being cold, even in death.
And so I suggest we pick up the Sam McGee saga at about the crackling point as he was being cremated.
So pick it up there.
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Okay.
Then I made a hike, for I didn't like to hear him sizzle so.
And the heavens scowled and the huskies howled and the wind began to blow.
It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks and I don't know why.
And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky.
I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with griefly fear.
But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near.
I was sick with dread, but I bravely said, I'll just take a peek inside.
I guess he's cooked and it's time I looked.
Then the door I opened wide.
And there sat Sam looking cool and calm in the heat of the furnace roar.
And he wore a smile.
You could see a mile and he said, please close that door.
It's fine in here, but I greatly fear that you let in the cold and storm.
Since I left Plum Tree in Tennessee, it's the first time I've been warm.
There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold.
The Arctic trails have their secret tells that would make your blood run cold.
The northern lights have seen queer sights, but the queerest they've ever did see was the night on the marsh of Lake LaBarge.
Well, look, I hate to cast the shadow of skepticism on your story, but I refuse to believe that anybody, anybody would see a ghost, a spirit, a presence at the foot of their bed, and then would turn around and go to sleep.
I refuse to believe that.
Now, that may be my own prejudice.
I fully admit.
But in my case, to see such a thing, to go to sleep, to go to sleep, give me a break.
The thing I would more likely do to the bed is to wet it.
I mean, that would just scare the heck out of me at the minimum.
And I sure as heck wouldn't go to sleep.
Now, I have talked to no less than three or four people tonight who have had their ankles pulled, have had presences on the bed with them, and in each case, they have said, I went to sleep.
I just can't buy it.
Now, you think about it.
You people who have had some even little thing happen to you, like the big bang on my door the other night, it's still bothering me.
And at the time that it occurred, I had an adrenaline rush that could only be compared with, you know, perhaps encountering a burglar or coming to blows with somebody who was breaking in your house, something like that.
And so I find it just totally beyond the realm that anybody would have their ankle yanked on or some apparition at the foot of their bed and go, and just sort of slide off to sleep.
And the story went that an officer caught his wife in a compromising situation with another officer.
And he beheaded both of them with his saber.
And the story from that day on that if you rode your horse through that area at night, Aunt Jane, which was the officer's wife, rode on the back of your horse with you through the area where the fort was.
I appreciate your call, ma'am, and your story, and I have always rather disliked headless stories, but they proliferate in the world of ghost stories, headless stories.
Bodies without heads.
Wildcard line, you're on the air.
Good morning.
unidentified
Yes, I have a book having to do with near-death experiences.
It was written by a physician who's not particularly religious, but he had to recount what happened when he would have surgeries on his patients, and they'd come back, in some cases, absolutely screaming in terror.
It's written pretty much from a religious perspective.
Now, I find very interesting the fact that legitimate mainstream science in Britain is going to begin studying NDEs that apparently resulted in people going to a place that we would think of as hell.
And I'm looking forward to the result of that study.
unidentified
So what you're saying is that's Going to be objective.
At the same time, we've got to think that Dr. Rollings, who said he was near-atheist when he started these, may have been scared into becoming a religious person.
But I think a good, objective, scientific study, finally, of the phenomena that nobody talks about is definitely in order.
And it may be as useful to the religious community to prove there is a hell as to prove there is a heaven.
has that occurred to you it was kind of interesting the other day when i had to She calls herself a witch, but clearly she worshipped Satan.
And in a lot of ways, that program, like a legitimate study of those who have had NDEs that resulted in a hellish experience, really do more for Christianity than they do to hurt it in any way whatsoever.
And that was the result.
I got so many faxes and so many pieces of email from people who had been so concerned about that show before it ran, but then when they heard it, the end result after the entire program was that those who were religious out there felt it did more for Christianity,
terrible as it may have been to hear, than nearly any other program we've done in a long time that simply would have been in some way pro-Christianity.
Interesting result to a program of that sort, isn't it?
And I think a very similar result would be realized by an objective study of those who have died and apparently gone to hell.
However, the part where you went back is equivalent to every horror movie I've ever seen where the girl with the low-cut dress inevitably hears thumping, banging, screaming, agony coming from the basement.
Hey, I'm calling from Central California, driving a truck.
My story involves a probably about 100 years ago.
It comes from my father through his father.
And the story goes that my grandfather's great uncle was out hunting rabbits with his brother.
And they come across this old lady who lived in the area.
They called her Aunt Polly.
And the folklore was that she was a witch.
Well, she was out in her front yard and she was making apple butter, which apparently, having never made it, but apparently when you make apple butter, it wants to pop and boil over on you pretty rapidly.
Well, they told her, they said, Aunt Polly, you better watch apple butter.
It's going to get you.
And apparently she looks at him and just sort of smiles and says, oh, that could hurt me.
And she pulled rolled the sleeve and stuck an arm in it and sort of stirred it with her arm.
If I might, there should be a lot of Hawaiian stories because the kind of plantation you're on, very early in Hawaiian history, was stocked with workers imported from the Philippines and elsewhere that worked very, very hard in those fields, and many of them died in those fields.
And I would think that if there were hauntings, there would definitely be hauntings where you are.
unidentified
Well, the home that I live in, actually my parents' home now, apparently was occupied by one of the mill managers.
And the mill's been out for about 25, almost 30 years now.
And basically, the home that we're in is haunted.
But it goes back and forth.
When I was born back in 71, my parents had just bought the home here and remodeled it.
And my mom had, my parents had a great Dane.
And as you've talked, the other scholars have talked about animals being sensitive to ghosts.
You bet.
We had a great Dane, in fact, one of the biggest in the state.
And my mom was upstairs one night alone.
My father was out on business out of state.
And she remembers quite vividly the animal, Hina was her name, Hawaiian name.
And I'll get very sensitive at night.
And she would get chicken skin and get that feeling like you're in the presence of a ghost.
And on one occasion, she walked up the stairs.
And we have two cool walking chairs upstairs.
There's three rooms upstairs in this home.
And she remembers seeing an image of kind of a loha shirt or kind of a pattern, an old pattern, with kind of a dark skin.
The entity was kind of transparent, but she could see a little color of the skin rocking back and forth.
And I actually sat down with my mom one night and asked her about one of the infants that had died in the home because there had been apparently caretakers in the home and so forth.
And she was not receptive to my asking of the question.
And my mother never gets that way.
And on occasion, my father has worked and was working one time, as a matter of fact.
And it always seems the recurrence of ghosts when my dad's repairing a room or something like that.
And he remembers very vividly scraping the paint off one of the roof ceilings.
And somebody asked him, what are you doing?
Well, my father threw everything down and looked back and said, what do you think I'm doing?
I want everybody now to listen very carefully so we can identify John by his voice.
Go ahead, John.
unidentified
Go ahead, John.
Okay.
I'm going to explain a little bit of motivations for some of my actions lest I draw immediate criticism from you.
Okay.
Okay.
It involves a friend of mine and I in college, this is about five or six years ago, and a haunted auditorium.
Now we were both people who a couple of years before this had been complete unbelievers in all sorts of different phenomena.
He was completely agnostic and I wasn't sure what I was.
But we had all found neat, tidy ways to explain all this away.
And then we had befriended this third guy who was involved in the darker side of spiritual happenings and such.
And we had problems that we had a hard time getting rid of.
And we were both very interested in different religious traditions, but it was just in a sort of academic way.
But we found ourselves sort of making a sort of hodgepodge of different religions and traditions trying to deal with this new situation we were in and found them to work.
And so this is sort of the stage we were in.
It was curious, but we were trying to find answers to things and such.
And started questioning, why are we here?
What does the spiritual world have to do with us?
What are our obligations and such?
And there was this auditorium on campus of the college, and it had been a fort during the Civil War.
And there had been several major battles on that hill.
And there had been different stories about that auditorium, and some of them sounded possibly credible, some of them not so credible.
And some of them had happened to friends of ours.
And so one night we, well, we often walked around the campus on night, just at night, just talking and that sort of thing.
And we would sit up on the hill near the auditorium.
It was kind of a, it gave it kind of a nice view of the city.
And my friend had said that he had been in there and sent some things before but he was in a stage at the time where he was you know just writing it all off as ah you know got myself worked up and you know did myself the spooks and such.
So he wanted to try it again sort of.
And we've both been at during the day it's fine.
It's like everything sort of goes into hiding.
Well when you first walk in there's a sort of hostile atmosphere.
It seems like there's a bunch of spirits and some of the stories that have been circulating were such that musicians and such that practice there for the day to come have experienced such things as hearing the seats move around and looking out and seeing all the eyes, like eyes in the audience and all the seats and that sort of thing.
Well we sat there and I didn't see anything for a while, but there was a feeling that we weren't wanted.
But after a while it kind of settled down.
It's like they ignored us.
Maybe it's because it's an auditorium and they're used to people coming and going, but not at night so much.
I don't know.
But we started watching it and there was a feeling that we should whisper and be very quiet.
And we did notice a couple of, I don't know what you call them, motions in the balcony.
There would be where there was some emergency light, things of security light or something.
And there would be like a black figure of a person would go towards the light and then disappear.
Now on the grounds around that auditorium that was where a lot of the killings had taken place, there was actually a trench.
I didn't know it was a trench at the time.
Where I would walk through it and get all sorts of creepy feelings.
I wouldn't walk through that at night.
I didn't know why.
I didn't know why until two or three years later that that was, I didn't know it was a battle trench.
But I would get these sort of feelings, you know, really dark sort of feelings of death and murder and such.
So my friend and I left after a while.
We'd had enough.
But after two or three days, we got to talking about it and felt that we should do something, you know, if this is real and if those are really spirits that are left over from the war and such.
And that's terrible.
Sort of what we were talking, or what you were talking about earlier, people being trapped on Earth.
So we decided that we were going to try to help them in some way.
And so we were thinking of what do people do around the world to deal with this sort of situation.
And the Japanese, and also the Chinese, have something what the Japanese call a no-play, where actors take on the roles of the people that are involved in the story, and they act it out.
And through that acting out, the ghost sort of realizes that the people are aware of it.
And it sort of exercises the ghost and helps it on play.
And the highlight is it all sort of became more real than I want it to be.
I felt sort of silly at first, but I instantly felt like younger than I was, like 15 or 16 or something, and scared out of my wits.
Like I didn't know what I was doing.
Here I was in the middle of this war.
And I heard this voice, which I thought was my friend from across the stage, saying, be quiet.
And I knew it was my commanding officer.
And I was aware of the fact that when he said that, I was whimpering and such.
And I felt silly.
I felt very immature.
And I saw my friend rushing at me across from the stage, and I said, this is it.
I'm going to die.
This is the end of my life.
And we ran at each other and acted out the rest.
I was just real short.
We shot at each other and I felt that I had died and I remembered my wife and knew that there was a child that I was not going to see again.
And we got to walking out afterwards and we felt like we'd really done something.
And I said, you know, that actually worked a lot better than I thought it would.
I mean, I was getting visuals and such.
My friend's like, yeah, yeah, yeah.
And the visuals sort of matched up.
And I said to my friend, you know, I think the high point was when you yelled over at me, like, you know, be quiet, because you were, you know, I didn't know what you were doing at first, but I felt that it was my commanding officer, you know, telling me to, you know, get straight, here it comes.
Or is it simply sort of an echo of what did occur?
Not truly a trapped soul, but just an echo.
It's a very, very important question.
unidentified
Well, what our experience seems to indicate and what a lot of other cultures around the world believe is that they are there, but not trapped in the sense that they don't know what to do necessarily, but they're held there.
It seemed like some of them still were holding on to the war.
I mean, some of them were still, you know, I'm in the north, you're in the south.