Art Bell’s Ghost to Ghost 1998 episode explores eerie hauntings like the Hotel del Coronado’s unexplained suite upgrade and a Providence funeral home with missing items, slamming doors, and ghostly coffee refills. Callers describe restless spirits—from a bleeding San Diego apparition to Al Capone’s WWII-era morgue specter—while Heidi hears whispers backstage in an old theater, and Tracy faces red-eyed basement visions after a pastor’s abortion warning. Investigators report Ouija-induced bruises, ghost children’s footsteps, and a Detroit entity ripping doors off hinges; Paul Collins, a 6’9” ex-Seahawks player, survives attacks by faceless spirits linked to his exorcism work. Mary’s lifelong possession battles suggest Native American heritage may heighten sensitivity, raising questions about undetected supernatural influence. [Automatically generated summary]
If you want to stay on this ride, you better have a strong heart.
As my partner and I sat waiting for a call, I began to tell her the story that I'd seen on TV.
But for some unknown reason, I couldn't remember the name of the hotel.
At that moment, we got an emergency call.
We ran the call, brought the patient to the hospital.
The whole time, I'm trying to remember the name of that doggone hotel.
Well, we arrive at the hospital and wheel the patient inside.
As I'm giving my report to the nurse in the emergency room, I just happen to glance behind the desk and hanging on the wall is a calendar.
And the full-color, large picture on the calendar is, you guessed it, the Hotel del Coronado.
Well, I tend to pay attention to these little things and took this as an invitation from Kate to visit her hotel.
So, I reserved one of their smallest, cheapest rooms, and the next time I had a four-day weekend, I packed up my convertible, drove down the coast from San Francisco to San Diego, arrived at the hotel, went up to the desk to check in, and the clerk says, oh, I'm sorry, all of the small, cheap rooms like the one you had reserved are booked up.
Hmm, let me see, oh, we do have this suite with a balcony overlooking the courtyard in the old section of the hotel.
Will that be all right?
He said, I'll give it to you for the same price as the small, cheap, cheesy room you had reserved.
Naturally, I say, okay, and I'm beginning to think this is going to be a very interesting stay.
So, up I go to the bubble bath, drank a beer, out-of-the-room bar.
Shouldn't do that, by the way, they're terribly expensive.
Jumped on the bed, as is my habit, anytime I stay in an expensive hotel.
I took a nap and got dressed for dinner.
Went down to the bar for a cocktail.
The bartender brought all of my drinks, had dinner in one of the restaurants, and when I asked for my check, the waiter told me that a gentleman who had been seated across the room had paid the check.
The rest of the visit was uneventful, no apparitions, no funky stuff, until the stay at the hotel never showed up on my credit card bill.
Now, I'm a relatively honest person, and under normal circumstances, I probably would have called the hotel bull a coronado.
Told them about their oversight, however, when viewed with everything else that occurred, the calendar, the upgrade, the free drinks, the free dinner, it was rather apparent to me that I had indeed been a guest, Kate's guest, at the Hotel Del Coronado.
She is a fine hostess, and I hope to return one of these days.
And I have, of course, many more like this.
And if any of you have a particularly good ghost story, we're going to do two things.
One, we are going to tell ghost stories from those of you who call on the calling lines.
And we are going to also invite you, rather than sending in a fax with your ghost story, if you have a particularly good one, send me a fax with your phone number, and I will call you open.
So wherever you are in the world, it doesn't matter where you are in the world, if you have a ghost story, and I do have one sent to me here from Belgium.
Now a million people will send it to me, but it was about a man who went to work in a morgue.
And he was a guard in the morgue.
And he would have his little guard desk and he'd have his little, you know, guards have keys and they have to make the rounds and turn the key so that the owner knows they really made their assigned rounds at night.
And he had a desk and a workstation when he wasn't having to make his rounds.
And there was this red light behind him.
And in the morgue, they would have the bodies all lined up on these cots covered with sheets in what's called a cold room.
In fact, the guest I'm going to have on this coming Monday night might be exactly the person you're looking for.
Yeah, it's pretty crazy because, you know, his name now, listen to me, is Jerome Clark, and he wrote a book called Unexplained Strange Sightings, Incredible Occurrences, and Puzzling Physical Phenomena.
Now, he'll be here Monday night, Tuesday morning next week.
Somebody like that is the kind of person you need.
Well, just to paraphrase to you, also, at this time, on or on March 10th, we adopted a German Shepherd Beagle mix that made my wife feel a lot better, of course, because I worked late at night, sometimes till 2 or 3 o'clock in the morning.
And within the first two weeks that we took up residence in my wife's deceased mother's home, my wife would relate to me from time to time that she felt as she was being watched intensely.
I myself, at the time being a complete skeptic, dismissed the information as an overact of imagination, which I probably should not have.
That was my belief until the evening of March 16th, 1998, when my eyes were widely opened.
On that evening, I was having dinner with my wife and children, and my sister-in-law and her two children, teenage children, were over to the house for dinner just a few weeks after moving into the house.
Everyone had left but my wife and I, and I was sitting in a position in the dining room at the dining room table area that allowed me to look all the way down the hallway into one of three bedrooms, which was my youngest daughter's at the time.
Sure.
At that point, I saw something that is so hard for me to describe.
It was an aura of what seemed to be a woman's form with a lot to me of what seemed to be energy.
And it definitely was, it was, it seemed to be the shape of a woman to me.
I was so motionless and locked into what was happening at the time that I almost lost relative consciousness of what or where I was, except for what was going on in that room.
My wife was sitting over to the right of me and asked me what I had seen, and I described it to her, and she said something to the effect of, you two?
When one sees it, you can imagine a bit of undigested meat.
When two see it...
well My suggestion, turn the lights down, turn the radio up, get as comfortable as you can, because some of what you hear is going to require you be in a nice, comfortable place.
By the way, with respect to my story about the Hotel Del Coronado, I just got this.
Hi, Art.
My sister-in-law actually works at the Hotel Delta.
Hotel Coronado as a conciance.
She says the ghost stories are real, and you can, even if you wish it, rent.
I repeat, you can rent the haunted room.
That's from Jeff in Amherst, Ohio.
Wonder if that's really true.
Thank you, Jeff.
And by the way, for any of you who have ghost stories out there, just send me a fax and tempt me.
Tell me how good it is and give me a phone number.
And if I am tempted enough, I will call you and get you on the air.
My fax number is area code 702-727-8499.
If you can't tempt me in one page, you can't do it, so hold it to one page.
And now, back to the gentleman who saw the apparition down the hall in the bedroom and then turned to his wife.
And his wife saw it too, right, sir?
unidentified
Yes, she had seen it, but it was at a different time.
Actually, it's so easy to say, man, I'd be out of there like a shot.
But the fact of the matter is, there are financial considerations, there are physical considerations.
You have a wife, you have children, you have a lot of furniture, you've moved into a house.
So you don't just immediately make a decision to split.
unidentified
Let me tell you, the rest of my notes that I have here for you that I compiled today, you're going to think more and more of why we didn't actually get out.
On or around March 22nd, I was alone in the house.
My wife had left with her sister and my children.
They went over visiting for the day.
It was around the noon hour.
I was preparing to leave for work.
I had just come out of the restroom that adjoined our master bedroom.
Bear in mind, our bedroom used to be my deceased mother-in-law's bedroom.
In a fairly quick instance, as I looked over my right shoulder, and I can see this as plainly as the day that, in my mind, is the day that I did see it, in just a few seconds' time, I saw my deceased mother-in-law leaning over the dresser area where her dresser used to be in her room.
And it appeared as if she was leaning over to place something down.
You don't have to answer this, but if it was your wife's mother haunting the house, present in the house, didn't that kind of take the edge off moments of intimacy for your wife?
unidentified
Well, at that time, Armard, that is a personal question, my wife was only about three months from delivering arsenic.
In the summer months, another factor started to come into play.
And this is one when I was writing it earlier this evening, I guess I'm listing this in as much of a chronological order as I can.
Sure.
I was reluctant to discuss this and the only reason I am discussing it right now is after we'd moved out and we're living where we're living now, I asked my wife if she, you know, I didn't want her to think I was nuts.
So I asked her and she looked at me and said, yes, I had to and this is the next part of the story.
At night in my wife and I's bedroom, which of course was my deceased mother-in-law's, at times my vision in the dark, I would lay awake at times and it would start to blur.
Eerie, if not demonic type faces would appear in the dark room.
They would come, it was very sharp to me and they would fade out slowly.
We've got to wrap this up, but that's exactly where I was going.
Is there a clothesline to this, or is that essentially it?
Did you get out of there or what?
unidentified
Well, at that point, those things were starting to happen at the end of the summer.
There were thumping noises on the wall.
Many occasions at the noon hour, almost on certain days, frequently the phone would ring.
There would never be anybody there.
And the one thing that I would like to say, Art, and this is probably of some interest to you, I often wonder at this point if the intrusion, taking it nothing but an appearance by my mother-in-law in the last few recent days to my wife has appeared.
There hasn't been anything since we moved to our new home.
One, it's pretty well known, and I can't explain why, maybe you can, maybe one of you can, why a spirit apparently trapped on earth or one that has not yet moved on remains essentially in the same place, the same house, same geography, the same place.
Why?
Why?
And the second thing that I would draw from that is he said it himself.
Do you think it might be true that once something has come through or is visible on both sides, depending on how you want to look at it, that in essence a portal has opened, allowing not just the spirit of his mother-in-law, but more to come through.
To have the physical vision remain in a somewhat active mind and to see your spirit leave your own body and to realize that your essentially dead, spiritless body is observing its own spirit leaving.
And then my father would start, he would say he felt a hand on the back of his neck, but my mother was across the room or in a different room and there was no one else in the house.
And then the last thing that happened, my mom said this was the last thing that happened and after that nothing ever happened.
My father came in the room where she was and he was like all white and shaking and told her that he had been walking up the stairs and he saw this woman walking down the stairs towards him and that she was wearing like old-fashioned clothes.
She was walking towards him and then when they passed each other on the stairs, he felt like totally cold all the way through and then she vanished and then they never saw anything else again.
The perception I got was that it was kind of glowing like a glow stick.
You know, those green glow sticks you crack at night?
Yes.
Okay.
Well, it scared me so bad, all I did was close my eyes.
Whatever it is, it's going to go away.
I'm closing my eyes.
That's it.
Woke up in the morning, my wife and I finished our time on Kauai, went to Oahu, and driving from the airport over the Pali to the other side, I told her on the Pali, I said, you know what, Dave?
Last night there was something in our room.
And she turned to me and the chicken skin started.
That was very perturbing, and we both had chicken skin for quite some time that evening.
One more recently, unfortunately, my wife's lovely father, who lives over in Waime on the Big Island, was diagnosed with a terminal cancer around May this year.
And he decided that he would prefer not to fight it and would go with hospice care and prefer to live out his remaining time in the living room at home.
And with a lot of the homes here in Hawaii, we have day beds in the living room.
So Shem, that's his name, you know, her dad, spent out his remaining time in the living room, on the beautiful hospice bed provided.
Mom lovingly cared for him, and it was wonderful because he had time and all of us family could come by and say aloha.
Well, we're staying there, and he has not yet passed away, and the only room left because of all of the Ohana, or family, over, is mom and dad's room, which they really don't sleep in too much anyway because they sleep in the living room.
Anyway, dad is still alive, but getting near the end.
This was within three days of him passing on.
My wife and I go to bed about 11 o'clock at night in the parents' bed.
I'm sleeping on my stomach, and something gives me a finger jab poke through the mattress into my ribs.
It felt like it came up about two inches.
It woke me up, scared the hell out of me, and I said, buddy!
She goes, what?
It was something pulled me in the ribs.
And I rolled over onto my back, and she goes, are you okay?
I go, yeah, but what was that?
She goes, I don't know.
And then something, the pressure of someone sitting down on my legs.
You're about to tell me that you have had ghosts call 911?
unidentified
In a way, yeah.
It was basically to, oh, gee, it would be well over a hundred-year-old emergency, I would say, of a dying woman in a small Mexican village on the banks of the Santa Ana River.
Well, let me tell you a little bit about how this started.
I had just started at this fire communications center.
It was on the banks of the Santa Ana River.
This was in 1984.
And basically, it was a 24-hour operation.
We were on a 24-hour shift, so we would sleep and eat and pretty much live there for an entire day and then be relieved by the relief crew and work that type of schedule.
So normally my shift would end at 8 p.m.
From 8 a.m. to 8 p.m.
I would get to sleep from 8 p.m. till 1 a.m. and then go back on the board till 4 in the morning.
But we have guys sleeping in the hallways or bedding down in the lounge, you know, that type of thing.
Well, I'd been on for about a week, and I got woken up in the morning by the intercom saying that, you know, I could sleep till noon because I was going to have to work a 12-hour overtime shift.
Someone had called in sick, and I was basically up for it.
Well, about a half hour later, and usually these things happen when you're dead asleep, I felt something lay across my legs, and there was a groan, like somebody going, uh, you know, when they're stretching.
And I woke up and I saw this kind of a, it wasn't a mist, it was almost like a gelatinous fog breaking above my head, and the room was pitch black dark, which was really a strange thing.
So anyway, I stumbled out in the dispatch center and asked the people if, you know, what the heck was going on, and, you know, why are they playing games?
And they all gave a conspiratorial look to each other and said, now go back to bed.
And it was an instant feeling of like warmth and love and a tremendous sexual rush, which later on I found out that that happens sometimes.
Anyway, she kind of separated from me and beckoned me into the house, and I went in there and she showed me this old woman laying on a bed.
And prior to entering the fire service, I'd been an ambulance driver in L.A. and you pretty much know when a person's ready to breathe their last.
And this woman was definitely, she was what they call chain-stoking, that, you know, final type of breathing.
And she had on a kind of like a flow print shift dress.
And this girl started to tell me that, you know, she was the last of the small village.
And she had stayed there and taken care of all the people that were sick.
And they had a drought and a famine.
And some type of terrible disease had come through the community and killed a lot of people.
And basically, everybody just packed up and went upriver to try to find a better place to live, took all the children and healthy people and animals, and they all just split.
Anyway, it was the first time in my career that I ever felt totally trapped and scared and wanting to just get up and run from the dispatch center, even though, you know, I wasn't there, but I was.
All these faces started coming at me.
They were all like Mexican villagers, which is what lived in that part of California at the time.
And as each face came at me, I died with them.
And they were talking to me.
And one after another after another.
It must have been 100 faces just coming.
I mean, like, you know, literally face to face with me.
I was going to get to the bottom of what the heck was going on with this thing.
Anyway, there was, you know, I used to hate it when 1 o'clock would roll along and a dispatcher's voice would come on the speaker and say, you know, get out of the sack.
It's time to hit the board.
Well, the dispatcher that was handling the ship came on and he pulled me out of my sleep.
Anyway, I stumbled into the communications center, didn't even put on my uniform.
I was drenched in sweat.
I had this big lump in my throat.
These tears were just like pouring down my face.
And he looked at me and said, what in the heck happened to you?
So I told him, I think I just got visited by a ghost.
And that's when he finally said, oh, these darn ghosts, you know, it's like they've been banging on the switchboard all night.
I've had this creepy feeling like something's standing here watching me, and I can't take this anymore.
I'm going to go sleep in the lounge.
I'm not sleeping in that dorm anymore.
So I figured, okay, well, you know, there is something here.
It's not just me in his bed.
Like something was crushing his chest.
And he would talk in Spanish, and the other dispatchers would say, yeah, you know, when this guy's sleeping, he starts speaking Spanish, and that's when he's having these nightmares.
Well yeah, that's that's what I like I didn't take part.
I sat off in the corner going no I just this isn't for me.
Besides I didn't really believe in that stuff at the time.
After that I really changed.
Halfway through the seance I kept hearing strange noises and we were sitting in his basement and they just kept going shh stop making noises.
I was like it's not me.
They're like yeah sure just shut up we're trying to get a hold of this ghost and all of a sudden something made me look off in the corner he had an old TV that his dad was going to throw out sitting in the corner well when I looked I noticed it started to glow and after a few minutes it just exploded.
Well the thing is it that like for me I you'd think he'd be scared but I was just looking at it going okay that was odd and I mean since that day I've seen the same dark man every so often out of the corner of my eye or so it's almost like he's watching me.
I'm a little hesitant to suggest to you that you may be associating with somebody who is going to take you from where you are now to where you will eventually be.
Before I start my story, I had to chuckle when I, I don't remember, I guess it was a letter you read or a fax about someone from Canada and the cat story.
You might want to mention to the listeners about the fire we had here last week, and they pulled out what was about 104 cats that were dead out of the home.
All right, sir, from here in Erie, Perump, what have you?
unidentified
Well, back in 1983, I was a young married father, and I took my wife and little baby.
We moved to California to Long Beach.
I had a rather low-paying job, and I had an uncle that offered us an apartment in his apartment building if we managed it, so it was for free.
It was a little one-bedroom apartment, and we were so poor we didn't own the bed yet, so we had a fold-out couch.
So we put the baby in his crib in the one-bedroom, and we slept out on the couch until we could get in bed.
Every night, usually about 9 or 10 o'clock, the baby would wake up just screaming hysterical.
We'd bring him out, and as soon as we brought him out, he would calm down and go to sleep.
And it got to the point for about a month where we wound up having him sleep with us every night.
We finally got to bed, excuse me, and switched rooms.
We put him out in the front room in his crib and we slept in the bedroom.
I guess it was about a month or so went by.
One night I was sleeping and I started having this weird dream that turned really scary.
Now, as I was growing up, there was a period where when I was a young kid I had scary dreams all the time and I guess out of necessity I taught myself to wake up when a dream got too scary.
Now this happened to me.
I woke up, I was laying face down on my water bed and something had a hand in the middle of my back and had a hand on the back of my head and was shoving me down into the water, into the pillow.
And I couldn't breathe.
So I opened my mouth to talk, to call for help to my wife, and whatever it was, it bound my tongue.
I couldn't talk.
All it was coming out was a bunch of gibberish.
And so I was struggling back and forth and whatever it was was incredibly strong and shoving me down into this water bed.
And I figured, well, if I wiggle back and forth enough, I'll wake my wife up.
Well, she woke up and she says, my gosh, what's going on?
And she flipped on the light.
And as soon as she turned on the light, whatever it was released me.
And I looked up at her and she looked at me and she says, oh my gosh, what happened?
I feel this, it felt, she described that the room felt like it was just filled with hate.
And I explained to her what had happened and was just, you know, I didn't sleep very much that night.
And so I didn't really much believe him, and he gave me a mid-watch.
And I stood a mid-watch on 5-6 switchgear and heard somebody roaming around in the back room.
Because what we had, and that one switchgear, we had our little office where we had our morning meetings, and we had our gear pullers and our electrical equipment in there.
And it sounded like someone opening, closing drawers and moving around.
And I walk in there, and there's only one way in and out, one door.
And you can see it from the switchgear where you're at.
And I open the door, and there's nobody in there.
And, you know, I thought, well, maybe somebody's messing with me, but there was never anybody in that switchgear.
And then I come to find out there was another ghost haunting number two and three switchgear.
And by the way, if there's any listeners who were on the Enterprise who were in EE30, Electrical Engineering Group 30, they can verify this.
And 2 and 3 Switchgear, there was also a ghost.
Now from what I was told, these guys who were haunting had been vaporized by opening disconnects when they were fully energized.
And what that had done is it drew an arc and created a fireball and vaporized him and the switchgear around him.
It just vaporized everything it touched.
And so these people were instantly turned into gas.
Why would a spirit be bound like the spirit on the Enterprise or the spirits?
To, in effect, stand guard.
Now, I'm going to tell you a very quick story, very much like it.
I think a lot of the audience may have heard this or perhaps not, but it is a true story, believe it.
In San Antonio, Texas, a school bus full of children stalled on a train track.
A train hit it, broadside, killed all the children, or the majority of the children on the bus.
A horrible tragedy in the San Antonio area.
And ever since, at that particular intersection, if a car stalls, in fact, people go and test it.
They actually take their car and they drive Onto these train tracks and stop and put the car in neutral, and the car is always pushed or seemingly moves by itself off the tracks and onto the road on the other side into safety.
Now, they have tested this, they have taken cars and put them on the tracks with talcum powder on the back of the car.
And when the car reaches the other side of the tracks, there are children's handprints to be found in the talcum powder.
And this can be done repeatedly.
It'll occur again and again and again.
And the story from the Enterprise reminded me of that.
unidentified
See, something like that may work on the same lines that a talisman may work.
Now, a talisman, I don't know if you're familiar with how talismans operate, but when a talisman is created, it creates a vortex of energy that draws things to it.
So if you create a talisman to, say, bring money into your life or love or whatever else, you make the talisman for, it creates a magnetic attraction to that.
Now, it's curious that there were several people involved in the accident when there were quite a few people together and an accident like this occurs, there's a great amount of fear for a split instant before they're killed that goes through their minds.
Now this would be imprinted on the material that was around them at the time, so that could work very similar.
Yeah, like, for example, the land around it, the specific area where the accident happened, the railroad tracks.
And we were driving down one of the boulevards down about 3 in the morning.
And as we approached the intersection in a residential area, we saw a male standing on the corner.
And as we passed him, he appeared to be bleeding profusely from the head and from the face.
And just looked like he'd just been stabbed several times.
And as we passed by, we both looked at each other and said, hey, did you see that?
And I said, yeah.
And I was driving at the time.
I flipped the car around real quick and drove back.
And we both got out of the car and we couldn't find him.
He was gone.
And this happened over a period of probably maybe three to five seconds in the time it took me to put on the brakes and spin the car around and drive back.
And yeah, I don't think we let it go out of the car at that time.
It was just from that point on, it really was something that I thought about occasionally and convinced me that certainly there's something out there that we're just not aware of.
I'm a stuntman and I do a lot of traveling around the country and I was in Coral Gable, Florida and there's a big hotel there called the Coral Gable that used to be Al Capone's like hangout.
And so I went down there to do a film with a couple of buddies of of mine and um as I walked into the hotel, it's this huge palatial uh hotel that uh you know something like this huge mansion.
I kept turning off the TV and everything and listening and I heard this humming.
Now it wasn't like a heater humming, you know, the air or anything like that.
It was actually very cold.
So I was nervous.
I stayed up all night.
I could not sleep.
I kept hearing this humming, but it wasn't like a mechanical humming or anything like that or electronic.
It was like a voice humming.
Okay, so being I was up all night and everything, I decided the next morning I would take a walk.
So I walked out there and I was looking at all the old Confederate tombstones, everything, all the unmarked graves, you know, with the cross on it and everything.
And when I came back over to the apartment, there was one little sectioned area there with wrought arm and everything.
Whatever you may say about the French, and there's a lot you can say about the French, Paris itself is just there is no city like Paris.
Very romantic town.
In our last visit to Paris, we decided to travel about, oh, I don't know, 20 miles outside the center of the city and visit the burial place of Jim Morrison.
It was a very, very, very large cemetery, and we had a very difficult time finding the burial place of Jim Morrison.
And I finally got sick of looking, and there were tombs everywhere, and they were truly ancient back in 1800s, late 1700s.
It was creepy.
I mean, they were all around you.
You were literally in a field of graves, many of them decrepit, many of them the inscriptions very difficult to read.
And I felt like a sickle looking.
And so I said, I'm just going to sit here and wait.
And Ramona would hike up the hill and look for Jim Morrison's resting place.
But just sitting there by myself in the middle of all these very old stone graves, I don't want to tell you, because I would be lying, that I could feel a presence because I didn't.
I felt a kind of universal presence.
A kind of reverence that I can't quite explain for a place where many lives came to rest.
So no bow story there, just a very eerie feeling.
We did incidentally find the resting place of Jim Morrison, ultimately.
But sitting there by myself with all of these crips, many of them crips around me, very odd feeling.
Anyway, to make a long story short, I finally got networked in with a veterinary oncologist, Dan in Rithbank, Central Jersey.
And he was affiliated with the University of Pennsylvania Veterinary College, a teaching college.
And he had just heard of a new intrifuron-based drug that had been approved by the Department of Agriculture, which is the government arm for drugs for animals, as the FDA is for people.
Sure.
And he gave her the treatments, and she was cancer-free within three months.
It received it, and it just kind of popped off, and it was like a kind of bowl of jelly on her back, and they operated, and it was gone, and there was no trace.
Wow.
And she made the front page of the Esbury Park Press, which is the main paper for Central New Jersey, with readership of about a million too.
Anyway, she finally got cancer back again in August of 1993.
I'm standing at my mom and dad's bed 80 miles south of where I live.
And I asked God if God would please give me a sign to let me know that she was okay.
Now, I just have to interject one thing in here.
When she was a younger dog and healthy, because she was a little dog, I used to have this little game with her where I'd pick her up, kind of rock her back and forth and gently like throw her on the bed.
And she would land with like a boom, you know, passing on the bed, wagging her tail and waiting for me to pick her up to do it again.
So I get back home the following morning, you know, after we had her euthanized, got back to my apartment, the middle of a beautiful August day, and I'm sitting on my bed.
And I think this happened during the day purposely so it wouldn't frighten me.
And if somebody had told me this art, I would have a very tough time believing it if it didn't happen to me.
Sitting on my bed, all of a sudden, I hear a thump to my left, and I instantly turn.
And as God is my witness, there are four indentations of like paw prints on my bed, right into the mattress.
It was not of this earth.
And at that point, I got a chill, and I'm getting a chill right now.
But it made me believe that there really is something after in respect to the fact that this happened because I prayed for it, and I felt incredibly lucky that God heard me and God answered me.
I suspect KSTP goes all the way to the North Pole.
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Yeah, I'm pretty sure it does.
Yes.
I am with a partner do a lot of work with ghosts in the Twin City area and we've had several I would say semi-professionally because it's not confident enough to be professional by any means.
You know, it's an occasional once every month or two you get somebody who says, help me.
But we did have a very interesting encounter about a year and a half ago.
It was my brush with fame.
And the most famous person I can say that I've had a long conversation with would in fact be the late, great John Dillinger.
Allowed, and we get basically psychic impressions back.
Ouija boards, I kind of have a very strong feeling about Ouija boards.
So do I. They can be a useful tool, but it's a little bit spiritually like opening your door and inviting the first person that passes by on the street to come in.
You just don't know what you're going to get.
So we were speaking to this entity, and it answered a lot of questions.
We know a little bit about Dillinger and had some specific questions like the fate of some of his gang members.
And at the end of the evening, we played that tape back.
And about five to ten seconds after we begin the work, the tape goes completely blank.
Not even the human side of the conversation.
Yet most of the people at the table could see that the tape recorder was in operation.
One of the more interesting things was one of his gang members, Red Hamilton, was supposedly shot in the back in a chase from Hastings, Minnesota to St. Paul, Minnesota and died several days thereafter.
There had been rumors that Red Hamilton indeed did not get killed and made it out alive and hit undercover, much like the rumors about Butch Cassidy.
But we asked John Dillinger about that and he said, well, yeah, of course Red got it out.
He was fine.
He lived to a ripe old age.
What was interesting about that is three or four people at the table did get the distinct impression that at that point we were definitely being lied to.
And some of them even went so far as to suspect that maybe John Dillinger killed the guys to speed the death along so he could run further faster.
Yeah, well, I mean, he's got a reputation as a cold-blooded guy, and then there were some apologists recently saying, well, no, he wasn't so bad, but maybe he was.
Having just heard the story from your fellow townsperson, or Purumbian, if you will, I thought I would multiply the impact of that story.
About 15 years ago, while sleeping in my upstate New York, very old residence, I was aroused by the growling of my husky shepherd, but I could not awaken.
I was paralyzed, unable to move or speak.
The absolute sensation of a person kneeling on my chest and restraining me delivered one of the most solid moments of panic I've ever known.
I was, I assure you, totally conscious, but powerless to move my limbs or cry out as the weight of this apparition, apparition rather, seemed to increase.
The entire time, my dog kept barking and growling.
I concentrated on the sound of his voice until I was suddenly able to sit up and force the intruder off my chest.
Within a heartbeat, to my utter amazement, the curtains of my room were shoved aside.
Even though the window was closed, my dog confirmed what I had seen by leaping to the window and continuing the barking and growling.
It took a full 30 minutes before my dog would come and sit with me on the bed.
And there was no more sleep to be had that night, and I stayed with friends for a few nights following that incident.
I've got another terrifying story to share with you.
Yeah, it actually happened to my father back in 1961 down in Dana Point, California.
And like I said, it is rather terrifying.
He was coming home late one night from work and the house he was living in had partially burned down.
So he was back in an add-on home in the back.
He was getting ready for bed, and like I said, this is 61, and there were some of those rather kind of decal lamps hanging up in there that had the strings that you pull to turn them on.
Anyway, so he was there, but like I said, he was overcome even over that with a sense to get out of there.
So he summoned every ounce of courage he had, and he jumped out of bed, ran across the room, flipped the light switch on, looked back, and of course there was nothing there.
But the things were still moving up there.
Well, needless to say, he got out of there and never slept in that room again.
It feels like you're swimming no matter what time.
But anyway, about 10 years ago, around 1988, me and my girlfriend and my girlfriend's friend, ex-girlfriend, these are all ex, but me and my ex-girlfriend, my ex-girlfriend's friend, my ex-girlfriend's younger sister, and my ex-girlfriend's younger sister's friend were all together one night.
It was a Friday night, and we were looking for something to do.
So we said, hey, let's try a Ouija board.
What's that?
And I really wish that I would have known what your earlier caller said about you never know what you're going to get into, because we really didn't.
And I, being scientifically minded, decided to do it in a way that it couldn't be faked.
I just wanted to make sure that all the bases were covered and that whatever happened would really happen.
And I had my girlfriend and her friend sit across From each other with a Ouija board on their lap.
And the other two youngsters were just on the side watching.
This was great Friday night entertainment.
So I just started asking questions.
And I said, you know, the two girls, my girlfriend and her friend, had their hands on a little pointer thing.
And I said, I want you to look eye to eye the whole time because I wanted to make sure that they wouldn't be able to see what was going on on the board.
I was in a squadron, one of the Six Spring squadrons that was on board.
We were to do some temporary duty on the USS Independence.
And so a few of us went over there with it.
I'm one of the cooks out of that squadron.
So I was like, yeah, I'll go with the guys, no problem.
And we were told that, you know, some strange things happened on board that ship.
And I'm going, okay, yeah, whatever.
Well, I'm in one of the voids.
It's a room that's just used for whatever.
And this one just so happened to be for a lot of our dry storage for the galleys.
And me and this one guy from that normal ship's company, we're sitting there, we're talking, we're going over inventory.
And he goes, hey, you want to hear something really freaky?
I said, okay.
I said, first of all, you've got to turn down the radio.
Well, there was no stereo in the room.
Okay, there's a bunch of music.
He goes, well, that's part of it.
I said, okay.
And he goes, you just stick around here for a little while.
You're going to see something really strange.
Now, you know, there's boxes all over the place with cans of dried goods or fruits and stuff like that.
You're talking around 25 to 30 pounds each box.
And all of a sudden, at the complete other end, the boxes are just starting to fly like something is just going right through them.
And I'm the one that's facing it, and the guy's looking the other way.
We're standing right there by the hatch.
And he just sees this look on my face, and he grabs me, and he pulls me right through the hatch, and he slams it shut, and it sounds like something just ran right into the hatch.
I'm going, what in the hell was that?
He goes, oh, that's just the beginning.
You don't know about this ship.
And there was nobody else in there but us two.
And we had already looked everywhere.
We were going through making our inventory.
He goes, come on, I'm going to show you something else.
So we go into this other void that's completely empty.
Except over on one of the bulkheads, one of the walls, there was a former hatch there, but it was all bolted down.
I'm going, okay, so this is nothing new.
I used to play poker in some of these rooms and stuff like that on the Enterprise.
And he goes, oh no, just sit here and listen.
So we're sitting there just shooting the breeze for a little bit, and all of a sudden I hear a whole bunch of banging and a whole bunch of yelling.
And it was kind of muffled.
It sounded like it was coming from the other side of the wall.
And I'm going, okay, so what's going on?
And it was getting louder and louder and louder.
And the more that you listen to it, the more you can hear, help us, help us, don't let us drown.
Just, you know, help us, all this.
I'm going, what is going on here?
And he goes, come on, we're going to go explain it to you.
So I'm sitting there with a whole bunch of these other guys.
Well, electromagnetic disturbance around things like this, fairly common.
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Yeah, it was just, I mean, to this day I will never forget it, especially hearing the screams that were on the other side of that bulkhead where those guys were that had drowned.
And then seeing all those boxes fly around, 25 to 30 pounds each.
I want to believe that they are the echo, the remnant of what once was, not the remaining consciousness of what is.
Because to believe that, as that man said in that terrifying story, that those men eternally remain, reliving that horrible death again and again, that drowning, that's too much.
I don't want to believe that.
I'd much rather believe that like an endless tape loop, it's some sort of a weak echo of what was.
It's amazing the things that you'll find out here.
Especially one of the most amazing things to visit, if you are not a native of New Orleans, one of the things that you want to come to if you are a tourist is the cemeteries.
The cemeteries are unlike any other cemetery in the world.
Okay, because all the cemeteries are above ground.
Okay, so they're, I mean, they're just, they're tremendous and just some of the sculptures and statues in these cemeteries are just it kind of sounds like the one I was in in Paris.
Oh yeah, oh yeah.
But what I'm calling to to tell you tonight is there's suburbs of New Orleans called New Orleans East.
And I do live in these suburbs.
There's one particular suburb called Village de Les.
Now as story goes from way back when Village de Les used to be kind of like an Indian, you can't really call it reservation, but the Natchez Indians used to settle on this land.
Now how the story went was when an Indian died, or when a Native American died, of the Natchez tribe, they would take the Native American and put him in an old oak tree.
When that oak tree fell, whether naturally, you know, or if lightning struck it or something, the soul of that Indian would go up, you know, to wherever.
Now, here's how the story goes.
There are a lot of haunted houses or houses that are haunted or people hear things or whatever in this subdivision, especially on one particular block where I have a good friend of mine who lives there, Teddy.
Now, we've heard things go on in that house.
Sometimes real late at night, you'd hear like a faint jingle of bells, something like that.
Or you'd hear beating on walls, or you just feel gusts, small gusts of wind from nowhere.
Eerie things.
So we had a friend of ours who, she was a Native American also, and she had an uncle who practiced and always went to the tribe things.
He said we were playing with fire too close to gasoline.
And he said that that really, really upset the evil spirits that they have in that house.
And it kind of peed off the good spirit.
Because the good spirit was trying to keep the evil away from us.
But Andrea's uncle came in, and he was the one that explained to us about the Natchez Indian burying their dead in the trees.
And when that tree would fall, you know, from age or whatever, then the spirit of that tree would be released.
And he explained to us that those were a couple bodies, and there are a couple other spirits and other houses out there in Vaj and the Last that are haunted.
So I'd run upstairs and calm her down, put her back to sleep.
I'd go back down to bed.
Well, one particular night, it was hot.
It was just dripping sweat.
I got to bed.
I told my husband, if that hooker wakes her up tonight, I'm going to be so mad.
He's going to get it.
You know, I don't know what, how do you get a ghost, right?
So he woke her up.
And at 12.26, I go upstairs I'm trying to calm her down I'm ripping this ghost a new butt and I finally get her calmed down I go back downstairs I'm even more dripping wet because of the heat from upstairs and I'm tossing and turning trying to go back to sleep and all of a sudden I feel this like cool fingers go across my neck and I was turning around to you know ask my husband what he did that for and he's rolled over on his other side sound asleep and
And I'm thinking, oh, wow, you know, that was kind of weird.
And it never did scare me.
Within 20 seconds, the temperature in the room dropped a good 15, 20 degrees to cool it off.
And, you know, I got the feeling that he was apologizing to me in his own way, appeasing me.
And eighth grade, junior high, my junior high has a theater.
A big, an old, old theater.
The junior high is dated back from 1911.
Mm-hmm.
And I was doing a play there.
It was my first play.
I had the lead role.
And all throughout the play, well, there has been plays before about speculation that the theater is haunted because all the time the house lights, brand new house lights, would go on and off and on and off and on and off.
The whole audience saw it.
And the stage hands backstage could see the light switch going up and down and up and down.
You could actually, going back, you could actually see the switch going on and off?
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Yes.
My friend was the stage manager and she was there doing the house lights and she wasn't even touching them, the light switch was going on and off and on and off by itself.
And then the side entrances going to backstage, the curtains were flapping back and forth like somebody was pushing them around.
And while all this was happening, I was the lead of the play, so I was getting into costumes and stuff and I knew something wrong was going on, but nobody was really, I really wasn't following, but I was really nervous because it was the first play that I was ever doing and I was the lead.
And I could like, I don't know if I could actually physically hear it, but I heard, I felt like a girl's whisper in my head saying, you're going to do all right.
I'm looking over you.
You're going to do great.
Just go on there and you're going to do fine because I'm watching over you.
I could hear this person whispering in my head.
I was, I could just feel a presence of a ghost or something around me.
And I, I, it was kind of, it was actually kind of neat.
I wasn't that scared.
But the first, the house lights going on and off, that was, it was just kind of like this child having fun.
Um, well, I, I have heard stories that, but they would have been just stories.
You know, I thought they were just stories of a girl, um, a long time ago, like when the, the school just opened performing a play and she, she, uh, I, I don't know if she died in the theater or she died, but she really liked the, the theater itself.
So she might've kept that as a home or something.
And I think it might've been her, you know, telling me that I was going to do all right.
No, I think they just thought it was part of the act, yeah.
Afterwards, like the backstage people told their families and stuff.
But yeah, it was we all felt we all felt it, you know, and we were pretty serious about our craft, so we wouldn't really do anything like that because it's pretty unprofessional anyway.
And it started spelling out old-fashioned names, first names, like Horace and Elmer.
She had been married four or five times before, and she told me these were the names of her husbands.
And the more we played it, it probably went on 45 minutes to an hour, the faster that would go across the board, that little triangle-shaped thing would go across there.
I'm selectively doing that, looking at Victoria's, and if they seem interesting, I'm calling a few people.
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Well, this is so great.
First of all, I guess to start the whole thing, I've been living in a, it's my dream home, and it was a home in Frewsburg, New York, which probably no one's ever heard of before because it's kind of like a Mayberry, and a very small town, but beautiful community.
But it's been known to be haunted because it was built in 1840, and it's a part of the Underground Railroad.
There may be some people who don't know what the Underground Railroad is.
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The Underground Railroad was all of the connections that were made from the South all the way up to Canada to help the slave escape from the South.
So this was a home that was built while it was being built.
He was an abolitionist and he actually built his home to provide for this so that he would help keep the slave in a safe area, even though they wouldn't just hide in these little cubby holes or anything for a long period of time.
Only if the sheriffs would come would they need to hide.
But they had it all protected so that they could help, when it was safe, then they would move on to another station closer and closer, like up through the route, came through Silver Creek, Buffalo, that kind of area, and then up into Canada until they were free from the country.
And it's written up in all the books and everything because it's one of the few places left standing, which makes us kind of nervous because it is old and it's huge and it has all its little hiding places and beautiful wood.
And the reason I chose it was because I love antiques.
And I knew it was haunted from the stories that I'd heard in this small town.
You know, people talk.
But it didn't bother me because that kind of thing doesn't bother me.
But we had, right away, we were doing our, as we moved in with my one-year-old, we were doing all the painting and refurbishing the home and doing things that we needed to do to fix it up.
But right away, we could tell that there was an entity there.
I had, the first thing that happened was when my little girl who has cerebral palsy, she couldn't even turn or crawl, you know, move to crawl, but she was eyeing a ball that was like six feet away from her.
And she wanted it so badly.
And we were busy painting, and I took a little break, and I sat down in a chair, and I had one eye on her, and one eye on still my work I was going to do, but instead I see this little red and white ball just not roll to her, but move to her about six feet, just slide across the floor to her, so now she can see it and she's playing with it.
And I'm standing up thinking, I can't believe what I'm looking at.
You know, this just doesn't seem, I know what I want to describe to people, but I don't know how to.
And that was just the beginning.
And in that house, we knew that the entities were friendly, but we just knew that they were doing a lot of things in the house, but mostly friendly things.
Nothing to scare us.
Just to let them, they wanted to let us know that they were there.
We have like those latches, the antique iron latches that are on the inside of these older homes.
You have to have the thumb on one side, you know, to lift up the latch on the other side.
And after there was just some knocking noise to let me know that there was, it was kind of like a warning that there was a presence in the room.
And then the next thing I know, I'm standing right at this door, it's an inner door.
No wind, no scientific reason why they should move, and all of a sudden just the inner latch is going up and down.
And so I thought, well, you're supposed to talk to these spirits and see if they might, you know, do something else to communicate with you.
But as soon as I did, then it stopped.
And there have been, oh, like you can hear someone speaking downstairs.
Like if you're upstairs, you can hear voices.
And you know how you, if it's in a different room, you don't really know exactly what they're saying.
But you know someone is speaking.
You can't really actually hear the words that they're.
This sounds exactly like a story a man sent me, a really eerie story not long ago.
As a matter of fact, let me tell you that story.
And thank you.
This man is technically knowledgeable.
He's a ham as I am, and I'm sorry that I didn't save the story.
But roughly, here it is.
He and his wife slept in one room, his children in another.
They were small children.
And the children would be awakened in the middle of the night with voices.
Indistinct, busy voices.
you could sort of just barely hear what they were you know kind of like But the voices were so loud in the children's room that it would wake the children up at night.
And the man finally went into his children's room, and he had to stand on a chair in order to hear the voices.
But he heard them not clearly, but with enough volume to be bothered.
And he had to be in one particular spot.
Now, this man monitored these voices for months.
And here's the really eerie part.
You had to be in one particular place to hear the voices.
And the voices would move about an inch or two every day.
Every day.
And he monitored these voices until finally they exited the house spot where you could hear them and literally moved across his backyard until finally he had to literally stand on the brick, you know, the block wall by the back of his house to hear the voices.
And there they were, chattering away.
Months later, they had moved, what, 50 or 60 or 70 feet, and they just kept going.
Now, you tell me what he was hearing.
He ran through just about everything.
Could it be RF from a radio station nearby?
No.
He ruled that out.
What could it possibly be?
Some sort of rip, some sort of tear in the continuum?
Something from time past?
Almost probably that.
And as far as he knows, they just kept moving.
This little spot where the voices could be heard just kept moving.
West of the Rockies, you're on the air.
Hi.
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Hi, Art.
Hello.
How are you?
A little freaked out, but okay.
This is Marie, and I'm calling from Crowhart, Wyoming.
And we're on the Wind River Indian Reservation, and they call it the Land of the Little People.
But my story doesn't start here anyway.
We lived in Oregon, and this happened to me about 22 years ago.
This is 1976.
My daughter had a friend, and she would come over and stay at our house, and my daughter would go down there and stay with her.
And one night, her friend and her brother were driving down this little road.
We lived out in the country, about 15 miles out of southerland, Oregon.
And her brother and her were going down our country road.
And I'm not really sure what happened to him, but they wound up going off an embankment about 100 feet down into the ravine.
And he helped her crawl up the side of the hill.
And they were hurt pretty bad, but he got her up to the side of the hill.
And just as she got up to the top of the road, he fell back down.
Well, she made it about a quarter of a mile to a half of a mile to where the fire department was, and she got some help.
Well, needless to say, he didn't make it, and she wound up in the hospital.
And I worked nights, I worked at the Denny's restaurant there, and I worked graveyard shift, or actually more than graveyard, but until midnight, and I'd have to come home through that road.
Well, like the day after the accident happened, I would come to the area where they had gone off the road, and there was this Abarusian standing in the road with his hands up in the air.
And it kind of scared me, and I didn't know if I should go keep going or stop or what I should do.
And I said, no, I'm going to go past.
So I went on home, and I told my husband about it.
And the following night, the same thing happened.
And this happened for like three or four nights.
And my daughter got a call from her friend that was in the hospital, and she asked her if she could come and see her.
So I took my daughter in to see her, and I really didn't understand why I was seeing this in the road.
I mean, to me, it was sort of, you know, what do you want?
What's going on, you know, type thing.
It was like he was restless or something was going on and trying to tell me something.
At least that's how I felt.
So I took my daughter in to see her friend at the hospital, and she went in to see her, and then she asked my daughter if I would mind going in and seeing her.
So I said, well, okay, I'd go in.
And my daughter waited for me out in the hall, and it was just her friend and I in the room.
And she started telling me that it was all her fault that her brother died, that she could have done something to help him.
And, you know, she was just crying.
And I finally told her, I said, it was not your fault.
There was nothing that you could have done to change the situation.
And after that, I didn't see him in the road anymore.
Are they saying bad things about me on Kansas City Talk Radio?
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You know what?
My husband turned me on to you this evening, and I work in a bar, and he said he kind of got freaked out yesterday about some Catholic pastor talking about it.
About early 1990, or no, I'm sorry, mid-1991, I had just filed for a divorce, and I found out three weeks later that I was pregnant with my second child.
So at the time, I decided to take A part-time job to get away from my situation, collect my thoughts.
And I happened to land a job in Emory, South Dakota, where he grew up actually, where he went to high school and grade school, working for a couple husband and wife, well under their 80s.
Look, cats, anybody who owns one, a cat or a dog, knows that they have individual personalities and probably every bit as liable to come back as a ghost as a human.
I just wanted to share a little experience that I had back in my Air Force days.
It wasn't too long ago.
But I was stationed out at a base in California, and every few years or so they have an air show.
And part of the air show is they've got these planes flying around and what have you, and they also have some older jets on display in one of the hangars.
And it's open to the public.
And, you know, I didn't get to work that day, but I had to work a mid, you know, until I came in around, I don't know, 11 or 12, sure.
And, you know, my duty post was to, you know, I had to sit out of this hangar.
You know, I had an EAL, which is an entry authority list and tells you who can come in and out of there.
And the guy I relieved told me, yeah, it was quiet.
There's nobody in there, just the planes or whatever.
And there's only a couple ways in and out of this hangar.
So I go in there and I'm looking around.
You know, they had like F4s and F5s, some other planes.
And I was, you know, pretty interested in the ones from Vietnam.
Some of them even had like bullet holes in them.
And I took a flashlight and I went up to the undercarriage of an F4.
And I was just looking around and checking out the lights and the tire and what have you.
And I just kicked the tire, you know, just see how much air was in it.
And you know, I started walking away from it and I heard this like tap as if somebody was tapping on the glass.
You know, I turned around and I looked up and in the cockpit there was this would appeared to be like somebody sitting in there.
And it really spooked me out because he had he was wearing like I don't know how to describe it, but you know like Red Baron, you know, the goggles and the scarf and the cap.
Sure.
Guy was sitting there grinning at me and I was like, whoa.
You know, and I made sure there was nobody in there.
I woke in the early morning to see someone kneeling beside my bed, staring at me.
I could see the outline, a smoky outline of a man, almost transparent, with an expressionless face.
To my disbelief, I closed and opened my eyes, repeatedly thinking that I must have been dreaming, only I continued to see the figure kneeling and staring at me.
Frightened, I threw two quick punches at my intruder's head of a black belt and karate, only to see my fists and arms pass straight through this entity as it slowly drifted back into the night.
Obviously, I was frightened and confused.
Was I dreaming?
Earlier this week, I was again awakened in the middle of the night by someone or something grabbing at my wrist.
So I shot up in bed and again saw the smoky outline of my visitor.
This time, it was holding my arm and staring directly at me.
No time to react as the figure slowly simply faded into the dark again.
Was I dreaming?
Convinced this might all be in my head, I only told two of my closest friends about the ordeal.
That was until last night.
You see, I was at a school function sitting with many of my fellow students when the conversation turned to the supernatural.
That's when one of my classmates embarrassingly admitted that he and his roommate believe there is an entity visiting their apartment.
Though they haven't seen the ghost, apparently their visitor makes itself known by moving objects around the apartment and knocking other items over.
Couldn't believe what I heard, turned white as chills ran down my spine.
You must understand, Art.
The two students who told us that story live in the apartment across the hall, directly across the hall from mine.
I don't know if I'm going to have time to get this in or not.
It's from a police officer.
He says, here's my ghost story, Art.
I'm a cop.
When I was 13, we lived in an old church parsonage on the Celine Seward County line in Nebraska.
The church and the small country cemetery was just south of the house.
My bedroom was on the southwest corner of the house.
One November night near Thanksgiving, I had just turned out the light from reading.
It was an ear full moon out.
I could see the church and cemetery like daylight.
I lay back in my bed, which was inches from the door, as was the light switch.
I was facing the door when I heard footsteps coming up the stairs.
I assumed it was my dad.
It was not unusual for him to check on me.
I like to stay up.
He admonished me to get to sleep.
I'd stay up and read.
I heard steps coming closer, feigned sleep, but kept my eyes partly open.
As the steps entered my room, I saw not my dad, but a shadowy figure.
Tall, male.
No features.
Repeat, no features.
It had a white collar.
The moonlight in my room, almost like a nightlight.
Should have been able to see any face if it was there, but it was just a shadow.
I about filled my drawers.
I walked toward the window, stood there as if looking at the church.
It was a solid figure, as the moonlight didn't shine through it.
It turned, started back toward the door.
Me, I pulled the covers over my head and shook until I fell asleep.
Several years later, when I was an adult, my dad and I were driving about having Barbie bops.
We drove by the house, the church.
I asked Dad if anything strange had ever happened there.
My dad told me this story when he was, when it was cold, often when it was cold, we'd shut the sliding doors to the large parlor so we wouldn't have to heat it.
Dad would often wake to pounding on the sliding doors because they were taped shut.
He actually on occasion would see the doors move as they were pounded on.
You know, the old, you've seen it in the movies, right?
Boom, boom, boom.
Door bows in, that kind of thing.
So it just goes on and on.
His dad had seen the same thing.
I'm just, there's not going to be enough time for me to finish this story, but there is another case, you see, of an independent confirmation.
As I said earlier, a lot of people see these things, they experience these things, and they don't want to talk about them for obvious reasons.
Because somebody's a, you know, you're afraid somebody will think you're nuts, right?
Well, you're not nuts.
And so tonight you will hear stories, and we're about to go to the phones, from people who I can assure you, most of them are not nuts.
Now, of course, there's going to be a few, but most of them are not nuts at all.
I was doing an antique show in Texas, and on the way back, I went to visit my sister's house, who lives in St. Bernard Parish, right outside of New Orleans.
Well, I'd rather just kind of get to what happened.
unidentified
Okay.
Well, we go behind a VFW Hall, which is back behind this place, and we've got to go a roundabout way to sneak over the fence and this, that, and the other.
And it's kind of like right out of Nax Files episode, you know, going through sugar tankards in the middle of the night, stacked too high, and all this stuff.
Get into the house, finally.
And I'd like to say that we didn't really destroy anything except like a little eight-inch board trying to get in.
But we get into this place, and it's huge.
And there's like eight rooms on the bottom floor.
And so we start making our way around, and we're looking for a staircase.
And you have to imagine that we're not supposed to be there.
And so one of the first things that happened, and this was really bizarre, okay, because, you know, I'm pointing the flashlight down at the ground.
I'm using the towel to kind of like block out the light so we're not lighting up an entire room at a time, but only a little bit so that we're not going to be seen from the outside.
Now, I only saw it out of the corner of my eye, and they thought, so I turned out the flashlight because I'm thinking somebody's, you know, security's coming, they're flashing a light, everything.
We go around to the first path of the first floor, and then we noticed that we couldn't find the staircase.
So we start going through again.
The second time through, this is the weirdest thing.
We heard, I mean, it sounds like a classic haunting type of thing, but I swear it sounded like, you know, like a large metal handled door and something swinging closed.
The wind started blowing, and everything's boarded up, but, and it dropped like, we could hear wind outside, but it dropped like 20 degrees.
And everybody just freaked because we thought we were, once again, we thought we were busted.
When I lived in Maryland once, a place called Blue Ridge Summit.
We lived in a very large house at the time.
In fact, the house we lived in, my mom called it Early Victorian Halloween.
Early Halloween.
It was an old house, but it had 35 rooms.
35 rooms.
And I, of course, I had appropriated one of the top rooms in the house for my hamshack.
And it was on a route where they had sent slaves, you know, and they would send slaves from the southern part of the country to the northern part of the country.
And there were certain like safe houses for the slaves.
And this was one of them.
And so we had in this house, it was a creepy house that I lived in.
We had secret passageways.
And so it was really cool as a child because, man, there were secret passageways that went around almost every room in the house.
Totally secret passageways.
Now, the story was they had been used to hide slaves in their trek north.
You know, would be a stopping off point.
But man, that was one weird house I lived in.
A place called Blue Ridge Summit of Pennsylvania, Maryland.
The Miss and Dixon line actually ran right through the house.
Lieutenant, in those firehouses, you know, the old-fashioned thing was that there was this sliding pole between one floor and another, and you would see firemen sliding down it.
Yeah, well, this is part of what I've never understood and part of what I was after tonight.
You know, I can understand that there could be a ghost or there could be an entity of some sort, but how they actually physically manifest in this world and attack people and do things like you're talking about, that one I don't get.
unidentified
Well, you know, I saw this guy twice afterwards, and I said, Chris, I said, were you telling me the truth about that story?
The part that I'm struggling to understand, and I guess I'm going to keep saying this, is how do these entities that no longer possess a physical body manifest physical things?
I mean, how can they be touching you, choking you, scratching you, affecting you physically in any way at all in this dimension?
Remember, they don't have a physical body anymore, right?
But actually, the one I was going to talk about was what happened as a child.
Fire away.
I'm not going to waste time or anything, but when I was a child, I was about six or seven years, and it was right after an experience that I had two years prior with a miracle with a religious person.
And we had moved into this new house, and everything that happened in this house was really odd.
I remember every Halloween, every really evil thing that went on.
I remember, I don't remember Christmas or anything nice in that house.
We are telling ghost stories, but we'll get back to it in a moment.
I'm told that Guam, which I think did before it gets through on the international line, can't now.
So, I don't know exactly what I'm going to do here.
I guess, Guam, try to call my two regular 800 lines, both east and west, because I'll be damned if I know which one you really are.
And on top of that, once I clear the call on the first-time caller line, I'll clear that number for Guam only for a period of time.
We'll see what happens, because there are some good ghost stories to come from Guam, which is running the show actually live this morning to them Saturday afternoon.
The sun is probably beginning to sink in the sky now on Guam.
Just sink, or maybe, no, actually, it wouldn't be sinking yet, I guess.
Anyway, Saturday afternoon.
So we'll try it out here in a moment with Bob.
Sorry, you can't get it.
It seems ridiculous that you can't get through on the international line being that far away, but maybe that's the case.
Art, you know, it sounds like the policeman you're talking to had an encounter with Black Chuck, a spectral dog that has been reported all over the world.
Demonic.
Question mark.
It may have been a demonic thing.
And he calls it Black Chuck, a spectral dog, for whatever that's worth.
unidentified
Wow.
You know, I've always wondered what it was because I've always had experiences where I've actually seen figures.
And seven years ago, I was sitting there talking to my brother, and the thing that shocked me, the whole situation, was we had started talking about, he's also a police officer.
I mean, you can always later sort of close your mind, right, and think to yourself, no matter how real the experience was at that moment, hey, I dreamed it.
I had some, you know, some kind of hallucination.
Something.
But when somebody else saw exactly the same thing, then your options begin to dwindle pretty far.
Yes, and I guess it considered that an invitation, right?
unidentified
Yes, it did.
And it did what?
I was sitting there in a chair, and then all of a sudden, like I said, it's a very warm evening, must have been in the mid-80s, had the windows open, and it walked right up next to me, and all of a sudden I was freezing.
The hair stood up on the back of my neck, and I got goose flesh.
It was totally creepy, and I felt this, you know how you can tell when your wife's angry at you.
And I'm trying to move my fingertips to get him awoke because I can't hardly move, but I'm willing my fingertips to touch him.
And I'm trying to get his name out.
I'm thinking, am I having a stroke here?
What's going on?
And that's what I'm thinking.
But I'm like, no, that's not going because my mind's working here.
And all of a sudden, my body, I thought I was going to start levitating.
I'm like, oh my God, what's going on?
And I'm starting praying in my mind because my husband and I are very religious.
And I start praying, you know.
And finally, I don't know how, but my husband got awoke.
But in the meantime, the middle part, because I'm keeping my legs and arms, trying to keep them down, but the middle part of my body's starting to move up.
I'm like, oh, please, God, make it go away, please.
Yeah, inhabited you, I was going to say, for a period of time.
unidentified
Yeah, and now, and what was really weird when I pulled into this rest area, like when us drivers pull in late at night in the rest area, you can't find a parking spot.
Well listen, we're out of time, but some other truckers, I'm sure, will give mile marker 163 a try, because these things tend to hang out at the same place.
All right, first-time caller line is restricted for Guam.
Only Guam.
unidentified
But I couldn't lie anyway.
So I'll never say all the news firing in my head.
There's a beat I haven't got to get to bed Still I need hope
My whole life's been to a brave man Help my friends in the twilight zone Laying me down to fear my feet gone My feet just came from the moon and star Where I'm the gold that I'm on for Help my friends in the twilight zone Laying me down to fear my feet I'm
the gold that I'm on for Where I'm the gold that I'm on for You're gonna go When I'm gonna hit the ball You're gonna go When I'm gonna hit the ball Call Art Bell in the Kingdom of Nye from west of the Rockies at 1-800-618-8255.
East of the Rockies, 1-800-825-5033.
First-time callers may rechart at 1-775-727-1222.
And the wildcard line is open at 1-775-727-1295.
To rechart on the toll-free international line, call your AT ⁇ T operator and have them dial 800-893-0903.
This is Coast to Coast A.M. with Art Bell, Cromba Kingdom of Thai.
Following the call I'm just now going to take, then I'm going to reserve this line away for only Guam.
I don't care who you are, what it's about, only Guam, those poor people.
You would think, and if you're, by the way, if you want to call on the international line and you're anywhere else in the world, you're welcome to now call because obviously Guam isn't able to use it.
So the international line anywhere else in the world is 800-893-0903.
With reference to Guam, this is going to mean you would have to pay for the call, but I don't know how else to do it.
All these other lines are jammed beyond all reason.
So if you're in Guam, 7 area code 775-727-1222 just as soon as I clear this line.
But one particular night, my mother and a friend of ours were up there and we're just hanging out in the main trailer.
We care took, my parents care took the land for the people that owned it.
And we're just talking about different stuff.
It was nighttime.
And I started getting really nervous.
I was pretty young at the time.
Started getting very, very nervous, about like I am now, as a matter of fact.
And the other two people were with us, my mom and the other person, were also getting nervous, but they were trying to pretend like everything was okay because they didn't want to scare me.
I looked back behind me, and I see a guy lying on the bed in the living room.
We're in the kitchen, you could see into the living room.
There's a bed there.
And he was floating about a foot off the bed.
And about that time, I said to the people, my mom and the other person, I think we should leave now.
Well, if you get a chance to check my website, you'll see a picture of a lady halfway through a door.
And when I say through a door, I don't mean walking through a door.
I mean I mean coming through a door.
unidentified
Okay.
I'll be sure and check that out.
But anyhow, we decided to gather.
By the way, there were people hung on that fig tree there before it was originally chopped down.
But anyhow, we left the building and started going down a hill.
It was pretty dark out.
We're going down this hill to head to where we stayed in a small travel trailer.
And we hear a noise, like a clunk, clunk, clunk noise behind us.
And we tried to look back, but we couldn't see what it was.
And we just took off running.
All of a sudden, I freeze.
I look back and I see way up in the sky.
I look straight up.
I see in the sky what looks like a small piece of metal, maybe two foot by three foot piece of metal and like a small tin or aluminum garbage can flying in the air.
It makes a circle around me and I hear a crash behind one little rock shed that was up there.
I was frozen in my spot, so one of the other people had to grab me and pull me in the trailer.
We all compared notes and found out that we were all feeling kind of weird vibes and everything about the area when we were in there.
So next day, since it was too dark to go out that night, next day we went Out and looked to investigate, see what it was.
The clonking noise behind us was actually a tin garbage can.
But the two pieces of metal I saw up in the sky, I mean, this is Arizona.
You see, ghosts seem to manifest themselves most frequently from those who either die unexpectedly, die in the middle of a passionate love affair, commit suicide, hang themselves, blow their heads off, that kind of thing.
Those type of deaths, you know, violent deaths seem to bring this sort of thing.
Why, I don't know.
It may be the speed of the death, but if that was true, then you would think that most people that got hit by trucks or walk out into the middle of traffic would be ghosts as well, wouldn't you?
And yet it appears to be this hand of man violent death, whether it be one's own hand or another hand that produces the entities that stick around.
Okay, well, I got a story similar to that, only it's not a dog, but it has similarities.
When I was a kid, I grew up in a family of, I was the youngest of five, and I was sharing a bedroom with my sister, who was the second youngest from me.
I was the youngest, she was the next one up.
And so I was, I'm going to say maybe, gosh, I don't know, seven or eight years old the first time I saw this thing.
Yes.
It's a very distinctive memory for me, and it's hard for me to even talk about it without getting the chills.
I was asleep, or not quite yet asleep.
I was in bed.
My sister was, her bed was in the corner of the bedroom farthest from the door.
My bed was closest to the door.
It was dark.
It was nighttime.
I have no idea.
I'm trying to remember how late it was, but I know.
Well, that's, that's, you know, that is why, again, folks, that I'm saying, you know, we call these ghosts, but that's just a name.
We don't know for sure what they are.
In some cases, they may be the departed managing to manifest back in on the earthly plane here, right?
But they might not be human either.
Many of these things may not be human, and so I'm tending toward the physical manifestation, particularly physical attack type stories, so I can try and get a better grasp of what it is that we're dealing with here.
I want to reiterate that because of the screw-up, and apparently Guam can't get through on the international line, I am going to hold this first-time caller line open for Guam only.
All right?
I know you're out there this afternoon trying to get through, so keep trying.
It's area code 775-727-1222.
And of course, the lines are totally jammed, but if I need the audience cooperate, do not call that number.
One night, the dispatch supervisor ran out of paper in her computer and wanted me to go with her into the courthouse to retrieve some papers.
She would not go there alone.
This is an old western courthouse, and which the jail was in the basement.
A number of people had been hung there, killed themselves there, and she was scared to death of it.
We went up the front door, which was a double glass door, and unlocked the door.
And when I opened the door and put my, I had a flashlight, I didn't want to turn lights on.
And there's a set of stairs, and at the top of the stairs, you like cats, you'll enjoy this, there was a ghost cat standing there.
And when I shine my light on it, he reared his back up like a cat will and hissed at me and attacked me, ran down the stairs and ran at me, ran up my body, and according to the dispatcher, went through me.
In fact, I'd probably quit, go find another job, or even transfer or something.
Listen, I got to go.
We're up here at the top of the hour.
I appreciate your call.
Thank you very much, officer, and take care.
So many law enforcement officers, people who are trained to observe things.
A cat that attacks and kisses, arches its back, attacks you and jumps right through.
unidentified
Aye aye, yeah.
inside, but you don't need too many faces.
Coming in.
Coming in.
Some bell this morning when I'm praying I'm gonna open up your gate And maybe tell you about the lauders And how she gave me life
And how she made it in Some bells that it mordered in an island tree Flowers flowing on a hill Blood and flies and God forbid
Life on earth, very much Not that I, but you know that Better is my name To reach ourselves in the Kingdom of Nye, from west of the Rockies, dial 1-800-6188255.
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This is Coast to Coast AM with Art Bell on the Premier Radio Networks.
Okay, when I was about eight, probably about eight years old, I remember I was at a house that I was living at with my grandparents and my father and his ex-wife to me.
Well, I was in the room, okay, and I was scared, you know, just basically because of the dark.
I didn't like sleeping in the dark.
So then my dad left the front door of the bedroom door open with the hall light on so that I wouldn't be quite as afraid.
Well, I began to lay down, and I remember I was still, you know, kind of scared, and I laid there for a while, and I remember feeling afraid still, but I hit my head under the covers, you know, like kids do.
But I was too afraid to go to sleep.
So I know I was 100% awake.
And I felt a presence, like I have through my life many times, actually, but I felt this presence.
And I was on a bunk bed, and I was on the top bunk.
And whatever this was, of course, I believe it was a spirit, well, it pushed me on my chest.
Now, when it pushed me on my chest, it didn't just push me, and I felt a push.
I hit the ceiling because it was really close to the ceiling, anyways, and it was a pretty bouncy mattress.
But when it pushed me, and I bounced, and I hit the ceiling, I remember I was so frozen with fear, you know, and I could barely yell.
But when I finally was able to, man, man, my dad, he knew I was like scared.
So he came in there, and I told him something pushed me.
And I told him that it hurt my chest, and so he opened up my chest, and you know, it's funny with all the stories that you've had on your programs of people saying that there are handprints and things.
Well, sure enough, I had two handprints on my chest.
No, it's not weird because it verifies what you just said.
What did your dad say?
unidentified
Well, my dad and my family, I mean, I don't mean to sound, you know, like everybody's got their ghost stories and stuff, but my family, we've been very open to these types of occurrences, but, you know, it's like...
Yeah, I see exactly what you mean, and I think that that's entirely possible, that the amount of fear is actually able, an emotion, is able to generate that which is feared.
It builds on itself, and it feeds on itself, and you create it.
Yes, exactly.
That's as good an explanation as any.
unidentified
And perfect love, you know, it's been said in the Bible, you know, not that I'm a Bible thumper, but, you know, it's like I can see validity in all religions.
By faith I'm a Christian, but I couldn't see Jesus giving Buddha a black eye, you know.
But I think without a doubt, hands down, that perfect love, as it says, casts out fear, but I think perfect love comes through being wise through the years, right?
And basically through growing as a human being.
But when you're a child, you're naive and you're sensitive to these things.
Can you know perfect love without having experienced perfect fear, perfect anger, perfect depression?
You know, in other words, can you understand perfect love until you've been the other place?
unidentified
Well, you know, believe it or not, my personal feel on that is that when you actually feel perfect love and when you experience it and you find it, of course it does come through rising above not being perfect.
But see, rising above not being perfect has to come through serious pain.
Well, you should see some of the fast blasts that I'm getting tonight.
Shelly in California writes, I was attacked by a spirit who plunged a butcher knife into my pillow and then told me what he wanted.
Shelly, you should fast blast me your phone number.
No one else will see it, just me.
And I'll call you and we'll get that story on the air.
So if you have a similar story, and it's really a very, very good one, you know, you can fast blast me a phone number and I'd be more than happy to get hold of you.
In the meantime, the lines are jammed, so the odds of any single person making it through are, you know, somewhat slim.
And there was two marks, I should say not two, but two hand imprints, eight in total.
And like imprints of a hand.
And immediately, we're looking at it up her, this is on the ankle now, up, going up from the ankle towards her middle inner thigh, it started to bleed.
This skin started to bleed.
Immediately, of course, I applied pressure on it and stopped.
Yeah, it could have been about five years ago to help assist him exorcise a person.
And I firmly believe that that whatever it was was probably following me because the person took about a long time to get that energy out of the particular individual.
And it was very, very nerve-wracking because it takes a lot of years to go through this training.
Yeah, I went to Job Corps back in the early 80s and met a guy that told me stories about how him and his family were severely attacked by demons all the time and that his little brother and stuff would end up with black eyes and just bad luck all the time.
I mean, it was horrible the way he described his life.
They'd be like driving out of the parking lot and the wheels would fall off their cars and just numerous accounts of just horrible encounters with different type of entities in their home and stuff.
And we were talking one night and all of a sudden, out of the blue, right up in the little corner of the room, it was like there were tens of thousands of angels in a circle looking down on us.
It was like all these eyes were just beaming down on us.
And our mom, she kind of believed us, but our dad, you know, he always was real skeptical.
He didn't believe anything.
And one night it sounded like somebody was setting the table in the dining room with knives, forks, spoons, plates, just like somebody was setting the table like about 2.30 in the morning.
And my brother and I, we were petrified, you know, because we had this room right off the dining room.
And my mom and dad were in the front of the house.
Now we would see two legs jumping over the table back and forth and then walk around the table and you can hear plates and stuff being set out on the table.
Then the spirit would come through the doorway there into our room and walk around our bed and grab our legs and stuff.
And it was just horrible.
I mean, we were petrified kids for a long time.
We live with this, you know, and this is the first time I've ever told anybody, you know, and I know a lot of people are hearing this right now, but...
If you hadn't resisted, if you had let this thing, this black thing with red eyes, proceed to what it was going to do, if you'd been frozen in fear and couldn't have moved, what do you think would have happened?