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Coast to Coast AM with Art Bell - Ghost to Ghost - Open Lines
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This is Ghost to Ghost AM with Art Bell on the Premier Radio Network.
Actually, it's Ghost to Ghost AM.
And I issue you fair warning.
Some of what you're going to hear tonight is going to scare the hell out of you.
So if you're alone on the highway driving, at home in a dark room, it's up to you.
Stick around and, as you heard in the first hour, it's gonna get rough.
We'll get back to it in a moment.
Here comes the first candidate.
OK, Art, it says you asked for it.
You have my permission to post the attached photo on your website as long as you don't release my address or phone number.
I'm a student of religious Demonology, and help the local clergy when dealing with cases of possession.
To keep my skills sharp, I spend a fair amount of time in cemeteries, interacting with and photographing spirits.
And here's a favorite from my collection.
I was walking in a cemetery last night when I sensed a spirit telepathically beckoning me to follow it.
I did so.
And I was led through the cemetery to a freshly dug grave.
Freshly dug.
I took a picture and turned to leave when the spirit told me it wasn't ready.
And when I took the picture, that is to say, when I took that first picture, so I recomposed the shot and waited for the spirit to give me some kind of cue.
Shortly, I began to see something through the viewfinder, but it simply didn't register completely visually.
It seemed to register in some other region of the mind.
So I took that as the cue and I snapped the shutter.
I waited for the flash to recycle and took a third photograph and left the gravesite to finish the remainder of the roll of film.
And what he has sent me is one of the photographs on that roll of film.
If you will check my website, I suspect Keith will have it up there pretty quickly, if you have a ghost or spirit photograph.
You may send it to me tonight, and we will act with dispatch and get it up there.
Just like that.
My web address is www.artbell.com.
West of the Rockies, you're on the air.
Hi.
The heck was that?
Uh, what do you mean?
What the heck was what?
Oh, I'm on.
Yes.
Hi, Art.
How are you?
This is Michael from Manhattan Beach in California.
Yes, Michael.
Well, my story goes back quite a few years.
My ghost story was precipitated by a world event which I was part of.
Let me take you back a few years.
When I was just 17 and out of high school, I enlisted in the Navy back east.
Went to Samson, New York for boot camp, and from there, through some testing that they gave, they sent me to the premier radio school, or maybe had, which is in Bedford Springs, Pennsylvania.
I don't know if you've ever heard of it.
I've heard of it, as a matter of fact.
And it was the A-1 class of the Navy radio school.
It was a converted hotel and country club.
We learned code, we learned procedures, and we couldn't graduate unless we took at least 30 words per minute.
Right.
Now, FOX, which was the word for all the Navy information that was disseminated out of Washington, was sent at 18 words per minute.
But out of Bedford Springs, you couldn't graduate unless you copied at least 30.
And the top of the class is 3.8, and above, fortunately, I was one of those, received a Radium in third class rating upon graduation.
That's pretty good.
I can't do 30.
I can do on a good day 20, but not 30.
Oh, 30.
We used to do 30 was the beginning.
We used to copy at least 40, 50.
I know there are certain crazed people who can do that.
Anyway, from there at that time in 1944, there were no more fleet assignments and submarine assignments.
Everybody was assigned to the amphibious grouping.
From there I went to Fort Pierce, Florida and was assigned to an amphibious group.
What the radio men did at that time was to With the LCVPs that carried the troops ashore, there was a coxswain and a gunner mate and a radio man.
Yes.
And that's who we were trained for.
Yes.
After a few weeks there I was assigned to an APA and we went to the Pacific.
Right.
Carrying on a bit.
My ghost story was precipitated from a day that I'll never forget.
Probably not a week or a day goes by that I don't think about it.
April 1st, Easter Sunday, was the day we invaded and landed on Okinawa.
We were assigned to carry the troops.
In waves, as you know, I'm sure you're familiar with it.
Yes.
To shore.
Yes.
Which we did.
And it was kind of scary.
But we did our job and our ship, our APA, carried a second wave across.
By the time we finished that day, we got back to the ship and hoisted the LCVPs aboard the ship and we finally hit the sack about close to midnight.
This is where my ghost story begins.
About 3 o'clock in the morning, you know we were all tired as hell, and I think when my head hit the pillow, I fell asleep immediately.
And about 3 o'clock in the morning, I know it was around 3 o'clock because I looked at my watch when it happened, nothing startled me, there was no noise, I just woke up, sat up in my bunk, And it was, oh, I forgot to preface something.
One thing I hated about the air-fiddle, I couldn't handle the smell of the diesel exhaust.
God, that nauseated me.
Yes.
I never got seasick, but I just couldn't handle that odor.
Well, anyway, I woke up that morning about three o'clock.
I woke up to this sweet perfume smell.
And I, you know, what the hell is going on here?
One of the guys must have taken a bottle of perfume and dropped it or some damn thing.
But then I realized, God, that smell is familiar.
You remember how your old aunt or your grandmother used to splash that body powder over them, the bathing powder, after they took a shower?
I do.
It smelled so sweet.
Yes.
And flowery.
Yes.
Well, that's the smell that I had.
And I had my favorite, it was my favorite aunt's smell.
My Aunt Melanie, back east.
God bless her.
I could never forget that smell.
And that's what I was smelling.
The odor of the diesel fuel was gone.
And the sweet odor was prominent.
And after smelling a while, I realized what was happening.
I looked at my watch.
It was around 3 o'clock, and I fell back to sleep.
And that was the end of the incident.
And about two weeks later, I got a letter from my mother.
You told me that my Aunt Melanie had died on Easter Sunday in the afternoon.
It was devastating to me, but I thought about it quite a bit.
Then a couple of weeks later, I realized what the heck was going on here.
She said she died Easter Sunday in the afternoon, and I contacted my mother and wrote her.
And answer exactly what time she passed away.
And when you did the time conversion.
It was exactly at that moment that I woke up when I smelled the powder, the sweet floral scent of the powder that my Aunt Melanie used to put on her body.
I appreciate the call, sir.
Thank you.
Thank you.
And what he just told you is very, very common.
And it implies that when one passes to the other side there is at the very least a period of time when you get to visit with or be near those you love.
It's been in just about every movie I can think of that has dealt with ghosts and death.
And I guess most recently The movie with Robin Williams, What Dreams May Come.
You don't go immediately.
You get to console, or you get to feel, or you get to be with, or you get to leave a sense with those who you love.
And I guess it doesn't matter where in the world they are, does it?
On a ship near Okinawa with all those time zone changes or anything else.
Because over there, there really is not time, nor is there space.
So you're moving in a different realm.
First time on our line, you're on the air.
Hi.
I am.
I just wanted to tell you I really enjoy your show.
Thank you.
And I'm going to tell you about Argo's story.
Well, one night my son was in his room and he had a friend and they called me in there.
They were yelling.
And I went in there and there was this shadowy figure underneath the bed with the red eyes.
Red eyes?
I was scared the hell out of me.
Under the bed with red eyes?
Yes, like shadowy.
I was so scared I called my husband in there and he went in there and he said, What the hell was that?
And I said, I really don't know.
And then my son just informed me that he has seen this again.
He was in his room one night and this shadowy figure went by and he's also seen it again.
At my mother's house, it was like in the shadows, and he threw a rock at it.
I think we're going to be doing a lot of praying in the near future, because I have no idea what that thing is.
I personally don't want to say it.
He threw a rock at it?
Yes, and he said it just kind of sat there, and that kind of stuff really scares me.
Now, one can imagine almost anything, but one has got to admit that when it's red, glowing, I'm a Christian and I believe in praying because things like that you don't want to hang around you.
Well, you sure as hell don't want them under your bed.
I don't want them anywhere.
I appreciate your call, sir.
Wild Card Line, you're on the air.
Hello.
Hello, Art.
How are you this morning?
Or should I say this evening?
This is Patrick in Fairfield, California.
I just want to, first of all, give you all my best wishes to you and your family.
I hope that whole thing gets worked out.
Oh, it will.
I wanted to also tell everybody that we have a new Usenet group that's just been, oh, it's two weeks old, I think, called ALT, or A-L-T, Binaries Paranormal.
So, anybody with good ghost pictures, we've got lots of great orb pictures up there and stuff.
Oh, right.
I've been collecting them over the years now.
I've got some really incredible photographs on my site.
It's an interesting phenomenon.
I certainly can't say what the heck it is.
One wonders why, so many times, the camera catches what the eye does not.
That's really strange.
Anyway, do you have a story?
Yes.
I wanted to relate one of my many ghost stories that I share with my friends on Alt Folklore Ghost Stories, another great group.
It's about an experience I had while I was working towards my degree in parapsychology at the sleep lab at Sac State in Sacramento.
We were doing an experiment this particular night.
Mapping the stages of sleep using Krillian photography.
It was eventually written up in the Journal for the Psychophysiological Study of Sleep.
So, in other words, the Krillian image changes with the state of sleep?
Yes, it changes.
Not only through the REM period, but between REM and non-REM.
Oh, that's fascinating.
Yes, it was the first time it was ever done.
Unfortunately, it was a pilot program.
We didn't have much funding.
What was required was that my assistant, Mike, stay inside the anechoic chamber with the
sleeping subject.
He had to advance the film manually in between exposures when I would cue him with a little
light from the experimental room.
This particular night, it was about four o'clock in the morning, and I could actually hear
two people snoring over the intercom.
Mike had fallen asleep himself.
I was wondering how the heck I was going to get him awake without waking up the other person.
We'd already gotten some pretty good exposures that night, but all of a sudden I hear this movement over the intercom and Mike uttering this low curse.
And I was thinking to myself, oh jeez, there goes the entire night, you know, if he ends up waking up the person prematurely.
Sure, ruining the experiment.
Exactly, exactly.
And as it turned out, it was going to be ruined anyway because he yelled out over the intercom, my name, Pat, and he goes, my God, you won't believe this.
She's walked right through me.
And I hear the heavy door of the chamber being opened and Mike's footsteps coming around the corner to the experimental room.
And he goes, look, look at that.
And he's grabbed my arm with about 500 pounds of pressure.
And there in the wall from the experimental room into the chamber comes this kind of misty looking stuff.
And by the time it was halfway through the wall, just past the EEG, the old grass model
6 EEG we were using, it solidified into the apparition of, oh, I don't know, about a 60,
65-year-old woman wearing a flower print dress.
And she was just like floating with, oh, about ankle length down to the floor.
You couldn't see her feet.
She just kind of floated through the very narrow, long experimental room.
I looked over at him, you know, but both of our jaws were dropped.
The hair on the back of our necks were just sticking up.
I've got goose bumps.
Yeah, like mine is now.
Oh, my God.
I mean, it was an incredible sight.
And so when she passed through the shelving on the left-hand side where we store all the EEG paper, Just passed through as if it were nothing, and she never looked over at us or anything, but we immediately went around over to the left where there's another hallway.
It was kind of a big U-shaped complex on the base floor of the psychology building, and we were expecting her to come through what would be one of the small little experimental rooms next to our experimental room, and then come out into the hallway, and she never did.
So we went back around, and sure enough, there she goes, floating back into the sleep chamber, We indeed went over to the right-hand corridor, where she came through the anechoic chamber and disappeared out the outside wall.
Did the Kirlian photography that you were doing happen to catch any of this?
Actually, unless there was an exposure being made during that moment, we wouldn't have known.
Is it reasonable to ask you whether you think the kind of experimentation you were doing, monitoring sleep, Well, she showed herself a second time, Art, but the experimental parameters during that time were a very traditional sleep type of experiment wherein we were measuring the temporal regressive reference of dreams.
Uh, dependent upon the effect of alcohol and body temperature.
Yeah, but it may be that the very study of that sort of unconscious, uh, time... Oh, absolutely.
I would have to tend to agree with you on that, yeah.
I appreciate the call.
Hey, thank you, Art.
Thank you.
Bye-bye.
I could not have handled that.
Not at all.
From the high desert, this is Ghost to Ghost AM.
This is Ghost to Ghost AM.
If you could read my mind, love, what a tale my thoughts could tell.
If you could read my mind, love, what a tale my thoughts could tell.
Just like an old time movie, about a ghost from a wishing well.
In a castle dark, and a room full of ghosts, I'm sitting here, and I'm thinking of you.
Just like an old time movie about a ghost from a wishing well.
In a castle dark or a fortress strong, with chains upon my feet,
you know that ghost is me.
And I will never be set free, as long as I'm a ghost you can't see.
Call Art Bell in the Kingdom of Nigh from west of the Rockies at 1-800-9-4.
East of the Rockies, 1-800-825-5033.
First time callers may reach Art at 1-775-727-1222.
East of the Rockies, 1-800-825-5033.
First time callers may reach out at 1-775-727-1222.
And the wildcard line is open at 1-775-727-1295.
To reach out on the toll free international line, call your AT&T operator and have them dial 800-893-0903.
This is Coast to Coast AM with Art Bell from the Kingdom of Nine.
Actually, it's Ghost to Ghost AM.
Good to be with you tonight.
They've been good ones so far, haven't they?
Listen, I was originally going to take the ghost photographs directly, but I'm too busy listening to you.
And a couple of them didn't go through that I already sent to Keith, and I'm mortified about that.
So, if you have a good ghost photograph, please send it right now to webmaster at artbell.com.
That'll go directly to Keith, and he'll get it up.
We're gonna put up tonight's ghost photographs for you.
And I had a particularly good entity photograph that I forwarded to Keith, and I wish to heck he had received that.
I'm going to probably have to try and send it again, but for those of you sending photographs now, please send them directly to webmaster at artbell.com.
And we'll get them up, uh, the good ones as quickly as they arrive.
It's Ghost to Ghost AM.
That's all we're talking about tonight is ghosts.
And we're definitely, uh, So far, anyway, getting our money's worth.
This comes from Tim in Phoenix, Arizona.
Art, a contribution to your program.
This experience took place 20 years ago, and I swear I get goosebumps when recalling this incident to this day.
It was the summer of 81.
I was a typical 17-year-old.
I remember that.
I'd sneak out after my parents were asleep, I remember that, and drive around with my friends looking for girls, of course.
Not that we would have had the slightest idea what to do with them.
Very slim chance that they would have given us a time of day, but I digress.
After getting back home at about 3 a.m., I got out of my friend's car in front of my parents' house, waved goodbye to my buddies, turned around to head towards the front doors.
I looked around.
I was quite startled to see a man standing in the street between me and my parents' driveway.
He was backlit by the streetlight behind him, so I couldn't clearly make out any features.
I could, though, discern that he appeared to be wearing a long trench coat and a stovepipe hat.
Additionally, he was standing next to an older-style bicycle.
This is an extremely odd clothing choice, considering this took place in the summer heat of Phoenix.
Now, bear in mind that we had just driven up the street directly over the spot where he was standing, and he was not there!
I was scared because I assumed that anyone out of, uh, out this late, you know, or early in the morning as you look at it, it was most likely up to no good one way or the other.
Hypocrisy noted, and quite frankly, I had a bad feeling.
In an attempt to ascertain his intentions, I asked him, Can I help you?
No answer.
I repeated, Can I help you?
No answer.
He just stood there.
Kind of cocked his head to one side, as if trying to figure out me as well, at this point.
I'd had about enough, and I began to look around for something to defend myself with, unfortunately.
He stood directly in my path, I couldn't get to my parents' house with no alternative.
I began walking toward him with my hand out, as if to shake his hand in a friendly gesture.
I got within a few feet of him before breaking into a full sprint, and I simply ran right past him.
And I noted that as I did, it was very, very cold as I ran past.
I didn't look back.
Now, the next morning, my neighbor, who worked the graveyard shift, no pun intended, poked his head over the fence to ask me, What was that all about in your driveway early this morning?
While I was somewhat relieved to discover that somebody could cooperate the experience, I was deeply troubled by what he said next.
He said, I know you're gonna think I'm crazy, but after you took off running, that man got on his bike, pedaled a few yards, And simply vanished.
While my neighbor has been known to take a drink every now and then, the possibility of his being sincere and sober resulted in many a sleepless night.
Wild Card Line, you're on the air.
Hi.
How you doing, Art?
All right, sir.
I'm calling, listening to you from 105.1 in Las Vegas.
You bet.
KVDC.
Yes, Tony.
One day back in 1984 I was getting drowsy so I decided to take a nap.
After several hours I woke at about 12 o'clock at night.
It was a particularly dark and creepy half-lit moon night.
I had my window cracked when a noise rustling in the leaves drew my attention.
I proceeded to look out of my window for a few minutes and saw nothing in the mostly blackened outdoors.
I decided to go back to sleep.
But for some reason I couldn't, and that's when I heard the fluttering kind of sound.
That's when I decided to go outside and see what it was.
A fluttering kind of sound?
You mean like a bird or something?
Yes, but it was in the leaves.
Okay.
Carefully, that is, so I grabbed a butcher knife, creeping down my stairs to the side door of our third story house.
I rounded the corner to the garage expecting a prowler to pop out from one of the many
oak trees.
And having to use your butcher knife.
That's right.
I continued onward and I saw with the aid of a neighbor's dim patio light a thin five
foot high body of some kind with a gigantic head scurrying from behind one tree onto the
next tree.
It went behind this tree as well.
Let's slow this one down a little bit.
A body with a gigantic head flitting between trees?
Yeah it was scurrying.
Scurrying?
It was kind of scurrying.
Alright.
And it went from behind one tree onto the next tree.
And it was behind this tree as well.
Now, I'm going to go ahead and close this out.
Not getting a great look at it I proceeded towards the tree with my butcher's knife.
When I got to the oak tree I prepared for the worst knowing whatever it was had to be there according to all the laws of physics.
So I jumped past the tree and there was nothing there.
Whatever it was it had disappeared needless to say I got no sleep that night.
What do you think it was?
What do you think you had encountered?
Possibly a demonic entity.
When I was looking at it, it was backlit as well.
But it looked like it was completely black, whatever it was.
Well, I'm glad for you that you didn't have to actually plunge a butcher knife into a demonic entity.
That's not the end of the story.
There's one more quick question.
Yes?
Three days later, I found a cat of mine that had been missing, and it was completely de-gutted.
It was de-gutted?
Completely de-gutted.
It had a razor-sharp cut down right the center of it, and it had been completely de-gutted.
You're sure that in some sort of psychotic, unaware, unconscious moment, You're sure you didn't de-gut your own cat, right?
I'm absolutely sure of that.
And you connect the two events?
I kind of do and kind of don't, but you never know.
You never know, and horrible as it was to have a de-gutted cat, a better little feline than yourself, eh?
Exactly.
Could have found you out there de-gutting.
You got it.
All right, sir.
Thank you very much.
East of the Rockies.
You are on the air.
Good morning.
Hi Art.
Hi there.
Where are you?
I'm in Baton Rouge, Louisiana.
My name is Joe.
Louisiana, as a general rule, is a very haunted place with many haunted cities, isn't it?
Oh yes, indeed.
The Myrtles Plantation is really one of the most haunted houses in America.
My wife and I wanted to We went on vacation there one year, but we really didn't have the money.
You wanted to go on vacation there?
Oh, yeah.
Many people stay in the Myrtles Plantation overnight just to see if they can get a glimpse of a ghost.
Why, just out of curiosity, why do you think somebody would pay good money to get the you-know-what scared out of them?
Human nature?
Yeah, it's some sort of comment on human nature, isn't it?
Well, go ahead.
The house that my mother lives in was built in 1974, the year that I was born, and when I was a small child, see my sisters and my brother, they all told me this, when I was a small child I had an imaginary friend that I called Sam, and I described him as a tall man wearing all black clothes with a Black, um, broad brimmed hat and long black hair.
May I stop you and ask you a question?
I've never, I've heard so many stories about people, children that had imaginary friends.
I never had one and I've always wanted to ask.
Your imaginary friend, could you see your friend?
Was your friend an invisible friend and you just had this mental image of your friend?
Did your friend talk to you?
What kind of relationship was it?
Well, I was so young.
I really don't remember.
I was about three or four.
I was telling my brother and sisters about this.
Come to find out, a couple of years after I hadn't talked to them or talked about them or anything, my sisters and my brother, my parents, and a couple of friends were sitting in the living room.
This man, just as I described, my imaginary friend, nobody saw him appear, but he started walking through the living room in front of everyone and started walking down the hall.
Well, my dad gets up to go look, you know, to see who's this man that's walking in the house, figuring it to be, you know, a burglar or, you know, someone that just was on drugs or something.
When he got to the hall, the man wasn't there.
Now this happened eight times in front of at least three people each time.
And he's never done anything that harmed the family or anything.
But my family all called him Sam because he was exactly as I had described my imaginary friend Sam.
Now my wife, when she met me, she's a sensitive When she met me, she knew that something was in the house.
I haven't seen Sam since I was about 14 or 15 years old.
When I called her tonight to say that you were doing this show and for her to listen, she told me that she saw him go around the corner just the other day.
You know, like when you see someone go around the corner, just catch the edge of them.
Of course.
Out of the corner of your eye, sort of peripheral vision.
Yes, and she walked around the corner and he wasn't there.
And she didn't mention this to me until I talked to her tonight.
And I wish she had, because I'd like to know what's going on.
Well, who knows?
Maybe the next time you see Sam, it's going to be time for you to go.
Yeah, maybe.
Also, my sister, one of my sisters, she relates a story to me about waking up in the middle of the night and seeing a Native American woman standing at the end of her bed that disappeared.
That happened to her, she told me, three or four times in that house.
When she moved to Germany, she was in the Army and she was stationed in Stuttgart, she said She saw the same Indian woman, and I talked to her about six months ago, and she told me that she has seen this Indian woman everywhere she's gone.
Not good.
So she thinks it's probably a guardian spirit.
That may well be, and it may be that Sam is yours.
Anyway, if you see Sam again, we're going to want to know about it.
All righty.
All right?
I don't know about the black clothes.
Meet Joe Black, huh?
Strange.
Perhaps there are entities that remain with us all our lives.
Guide us through, and then when the time comes, take us out.
West of the Rockies, you're on the air.
Hi.
Yeah, I am.
How are you doing?
Well, it's starting out a little strange tonight.
Well, you asked for it.
You're right, I did.
Well, anyway, I'm listening to you on 105.1 in Vegas.
Yes, sir, KVBC.
Well, this story, I'm originally from Hawaii, and there's a whole bunch of stars, as you well know, Hawaii's a hot spot for things like that.
Oh, I do know that, yes.
And this happened while I was a teenager back in the early 70s.
And we were visiting family from the island of Kauai, which happens to be the oldest island in the chain of islands on Hawaii.
Kauai, yes.
One of the spookiest.
Well, as a child growing up, you know, I would hear tons of stories from families, you know, about this sort of thing.
It'll always happen in the evenings and they'll get scared.
And the next day when daylight's out, we're not scared anymore.
Well, a bunch of our cousins and my brother and cousins and one friend, there was five of us in the car.
That evening, traveling, just cruising around the island, and back in the 70s, there weren't many streetlights.
There's not many still today, but there's a lot more today.
Right.
And we decided to go out and have some fun because, you know, we said, hey, let's go call the ghosts.
One of the things they tell us in Hawaii that you never do is whistle in the nighttime.
Whistle in the spirit.
You never do that.
So that's what you were going to do?
That's exactly what we were going to do.
Figures.
We said, hey, let's go down to a place called Spouting Horn.
Spouting Horn.
It's like the blowhole where the waves come in and it goes up underneath the lava rock and it blows.
Oh, yes.
Yes, I've seen it.
Oh, great.
Anyway, it was there.
It was like a dead end street.
You go up and there's cane fields around there.
We went to the very end.
And, uh, we were out there whistling, calling the ghost.
Say, oh, here, come here, ghost.
Here, here, ghost.
You mean, well, do the whistle.
Yeah.
Come on, ghost, ghost, you know.
Like you were calling a dog.
Like a dog.
Yeah.
Because if they don't whistle, they said, ha ha, that's just gonna happen.
So we have this one cousin of ours, he's a little skinny guy, and he likes to scare people all the time, so we thought we'd play a joke on him.
And, uh, we told him, now that night we didn't have much moonlight, but you could still see, you know, silhouettes.
So there was some moon, obviously, and we told him, he says, OK, you know, there's a big old tree over there by the game field.
If you walk to there and come back to the car, we'll give you a quarter.
And so he's thinking, well, I know what these guys are going to do, man.
They're going to dig out on me.
So he says, OK, I'll do that.
So he says, OK, go.
So he walked, he disappeared.
We couldn't see him.
So we all jumped in the car and we took off.
We went down the street.
We're laughing, you know, we're going down the street.
So I turn around to see, you know, what he's doing.
You know, if I could see my cousin or what's going on, maybe he's running down after us.
Sure.
And I see, like, he's crouching over.
Standing position, but he's crouching over.
So I'm laughing.
He says, oh, look, look, look at him.
Well, you know, what's he doing?
And then my brother turns around and says, I don't know.
I don't know what he's doing.
So we had a ball.
We went down and we drove, like, about a mile to the bottom of the hill towards the hotel, or that one hotel out in that area.
And so we parked, and we laughed, and we were talking, and we were saying how funny it is, how he likes to stir people, and on and on.
And so we finally decided, you know what?
It's been a few minutes.
Let's go get him.
The gag's over.
You know, let's just go get him and get out of here.
Sure.
He had our laugh.
But the driver cousin of mine, he totally acted strange.
And we said, OK, let's go get him, Henry.
Let's go up and get him.
And he just, you know, laughed in a strange voice and said, no, no, we'll wait some more.
So we sort of chuckled a little bit and said, OK, we'll go along with him.
Well, we asked him to drive up a couple of times, and when it came to the third time, it was really weird.
You know, this isn't like our cousin talking a strange voice.
He kept on saying, no, let him walk down the lot.
So my brother, being the oldest in the car at that time, says, well, look, if you're not going to turn around and get him, I'll kick you out of the car.
I'll drive the car up.
We'll get him.
You walk home.
So then he agreed, OK, we'll go get him.
So we're going back up the road, and as we get closer to the end, We decided to turn the lights off to creep up on him.
We shut the radio down, but we couldn't see him.
So we sort of made the corner, and we were at the ledge, and you know, the windows are down, of course, and we hear this Hawaiian chanting sort of music.
No instruments.
I know you know the music I'm talking about.
Of course I do.
I've got about less than a minute.
Okay.
Well, anyway, we get there.
We find him sitting on the end, and so he's crying his heart out.
You know, and we're sort of getting scared now.
And we're saying, you know, come on, let's go, you know.
My brother was a football star, you know, in Hawaii at that time.
He said, let's go, let's get out of here.
You know, joke's over.
So he tried to lift him.
He couldn't lift him.
And my cousin, like I said, small skinny guy as he was, he couldn't lift him.
Well, when he finally got him in the car, we couldn't talk to him.
Well, what we had to do to get him in the car, I don't know if you're familiar with what the parents used to tell us then, if you have trouble, you swear and you Well, I try to do that when you're afraid, but we're swearing.
We finally get him free.
We're going down the hill, and we're trying to talk to him.
He can't answer us, and we question why was he bending over?
Real quick now.
Okay.
Well, as it turned out, he said he walked halfway across the road, sat down, and as we ran towards the car, he tried to get up to go towards us.
Something held him down.
Oh, and that's why you couldn't lift him.
We couldn't see him, but we've seen the crotch and we've seen the spirit.
Well, after this was all over, we went to visit our grandmother the next day, because she's into this sort of stuff.
And, very quickly... Okay, and she's seen the spirit behind him.
Until today, you know, that spirit's still haunting.
He has to wear this stuff that my grandmother gave him.
Wow!
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First time caller on the line, you're on the air.
Hello.
Hello.
Hello there.
Yes, I'd like to say, first of all, I'd like to preface my call by saying that I've never really been a believer in ghosts, and I'm still not really sure about it, although I have found your show to be entirely entertaining tonight.
Entertaining, informative.
You say you don't believe in ghosts.
You're a skeptic.
Yes.
However, something obviously happened to you.
Uh, yes.
Um, I am, uh, familiar with electronics and, uh, uh, an incident about 12 years ago, I'm 28 years of age, and, uh, when I was about, oh, so old still to have the mind open, uh, I was sitting at my kitchen table and back then you had the kids around the neighborhood and we had quite a few kids in the neighborhood who would come around and ring the doorbell, myself included.
Oh, I used to do that too.
And run away, sure.
Sometimes with a lit dog poop bag.
Sure.
I've never pulled that stunt quite, but yes.
It does work.
I mean, the homeowner runs out, of course, and stomps it out, and the result can be imagined.
I imagine.
I would imagine.
Well, needless to say, there was a short in the doorbell.
This had happened before.
There was a humming in the kitchen where the speaker was.
My father took apart the speaker part of the doorbell in the kitchen.
Not only was the speaker off, but the wires were hanging down for my friend and I both to see.
They were all hanging there.
The hot lead, the cold lead, and the bare wires.
They were all hanging there.
We used to joke about ghosts in the house.
There were, of course, your creeks and everything else and the wind closing doors.
We just happened to be joking about ghosts that night.
And that doorbell rang.
The doorbell rang?
The doorbell rang.
Without the ring?
Without, with no wires attached.
There were no wires attached.
Are you sure you heard the doorbell?
Am I sure I heard the doorbell?
Yes.
Yeah, I'm pretty damn sure I heard that doorbell.
Okay.
Because this is nothing like I've ever heard before.
I mean, it was the doorbell.
And we both looked at each other.
And it was a hair-raising thing.
Chills ran up and down my spine.
I've never believed in ghosts, and I really still don't.
I can't believe there was... So you do have an explanation then?
No, I have no explanation, but I still can't believe it.
You know, another entity was responsible for it.
Although, you know, you would have to be ignorant to believe that there was not something else out there.
Precisely, sir.
I appreciate the call.
Indeed.
Indeed, you would have to be ignorant to imagine that it's all over, there's nothing out there.
Well, there is something out there.
And if you listen, as you listen during the night, you will become convinced yourself, if you have not by personal experience, Of course, all the questions are, what is it that's out there?
And if it is us, where are we?
Heaven?
Hell?
Somewhere in between?
Why have we not gone elsewhere?
Why do we remain?
Wild Card Line, you're on the air.
I?
Yes.
This is Frank in Treeport, Louisiana.
Down in Louisiana again, yes sir.
And I'm a long time Civil War collector of relics, and I've walked the battleground at Pleasant Hill for 25 years.
And the doctor who owns the land, we've built kind of an extensive museum by finding artifacts.
And all this time, for the last 25 years, we began running into strange happenings on the battleground.
This old, old log house was used as a hospital during the battle and afterwards.
We had the commander of the Civil War reenactment.
He was going to stay in the old house overnight to be on the scene early in the morning and he had a lantern in there and his daughter had put up a cot and he was getting ready to go to bed because he had to get up early and command the reenactment the next morning.
Of course they had Civil War reenactors everywhere, but he said he was getting late and he wanted to go to sleep.
He said he didn't want to be disturbed and he told the rest of the reenactors to stay out.
All at once this ragged confederate came in with straggly hair and beard and said, it's your turn to take guard duty.
It irritated him real bad and he said, I've got to command the battle tomorrow.
You go do the guard duty.
I'm tired, it's your turn."
And that he laid down onto the cot where his daughter was laying asleep and he dissolved
into the cot where his daughter was and it shook him up pretty bad.
Yeah, that would do it.
That would definitely do it.
Now, battlefields.
Yes.
Battlefields have long been extremely haunted places for obvious reasons.
Let me tell you one more if we have time.
We had a New York boy that came down from up here and I'd hunted the battleground extensively
and the 173rd New York had used a ditch there to fight hand-to-hand combat until they were
wiped out.
And so I, of course, used metal detectors to find the relics, and I'd hunted this ditch for about five years and found everything that could be found.
And he said, can I go with you?
I would love to go with my kinfolks.
Now, he was from up north, and of course I live in the south.
It's kind of unusual that way.
He went down there.
He didn't know where he was.
I didn't tell him where he was.
He found a beautiful brass spur right next to the ditch where the 173rd New York were completely wiped out.
It was a hot day and we laid down in the ditch.
I never get any feelings like that.
I don't know why, but he does I guess.
He laid down in the ditch and he didn't know all his kinfolks had all been killed in the ditch we were laying in.
And all at once, Art, he just jumped straight up out of the ditch like something stuck him with a hot poker.
And he said, something just passed over me.
He said, I've got to get out of here.
I've got to go.
And I laughed.
I knew he didn't know where we were.
And so I said, Oh, John, Just lay back down, just because all your kinfolks all got
killed right where you're laying is no reason to get upset.
He jumped out of the ditch and sat down in the old road and I had to have a little fun
with him.
I said, John.
Southern fun, this is southern fun.
Yeah, and so I said, John, you just sat down in the old Civil War road.
I said, pretty soon a caisson pulled by horses and a cannon will come roaring down the road,
but don't get out of the way.
It'll just pass on through you.
Well, he was fairly shook because he was really nervous already and had something bothering him continuously.
He didn't know what to say to that, so I had to pull his leg a little more, and I said, pretty soon you'll hear the bugles blow, and it'll be time to leave.
He was so upset by then that we were a mile from the car and the road.
And he couldn't contain himself.
He said, something's here with me.
I've got to go.
I've got to go.
And I said, now John, wait till the bugles blow.
And a coon hunter blew up one of these old foxhorns.
And John left that wood leaving a trail of smoke all the way to the car.
And I walked him out up there.
He was scared to death sitting on the hood.
And he said, something was in that ditch with me.
He said, I know it.
I know it.
And I said, and you couldn't even let me get in the car.
You had it locked.
You got a real fun thing out of that.
Yes, well, now I've had a little taste of Southern sense of humor.
Great.
His whole family was killed in the ditch.
And he held something past directly over him.
And you didn't tell him.
And you were having fun with him.
Great sense of humor.
Great.
Maybe they just take those things for granted down there, huh?
East of the Rockies, you're on the air, hello.
Hello there?
Hello?
Yes, hello.
Oh, it's me!
Only you'd know that for certain, but it sounds like you.
Hi Art.
Hi.
I have a ghost story.
Alright, where are you?
I'm in Texas, Austin.
Austin, alright.
Right now, but the ghost, the resident ghost was living with me on Long Island.
And my son was about three or so, and he wanted, we had a pull-down attic door, and he wanted The jeep I had hidden for him for Christmas up there.
I said, how do you know what's up there?
He said, well, Irving takes me up there.
Irving?
Irving.
I said, who's Irving?
He visits me at night.
And I said, well, how do you get up in the attic?
Does he pull the door down?
And he said, no, we float up through the ceiling.
Through the ceiling?
Through the ceiling.
And in days to come, Irving had taken him To where Irving lives, which was a box of bones in the ground.
A box of bones in the ground?
In the ground.
Through the ceiling to get to a box of bones in the ground?
Yes.
Okay.
So, in days to come, we had an occasion to walk through the community cemetery to see the Memorial Day Parade.
And as we're walking through the cemetery, he pulls at me and says, Mommy, Mommy, there's where Irving lives.
and i go over to the where he showed me yet with their big rick
all my god that you need to set it right there it but it might be on
the ground so i had to have
i worked for thirty so you know it's an honor to be but you know this really
sucks i mean uh... i i i don't like graves
I want to be cremated.
I don't like bones.
I don't like things buried under the ground.
And the last thing in the world I'd want is to be in a box with bones and Irving.
Well, that was Irving's bones.
But I asked him, I said, you know, weren't you afraid?
He says, no, Irving talks to me.
And he was afraid at first.
But now there was a question earlier this evening You said to somebody, does this child see the person?
Yes, yes, oh yes.
Well, I have that answer for you.
And it is?
Well, I worked for years with a girl whose maiden name was Riggs.
So I told her, I said, Anne, do you have any ancestors by the name of Irving?
She said, yes, a great-grandfather.
So I told her the story.
And in quite a few years to come then, she said her aunt had died.
She went over to help her take the stuff out of the, clear the attic out, and a picture fell out of a box she was carrying down from the attic, and she asked her other aunt, who is this?
Yes.
And her other aunt said, that's your great-grandfather Irving.
And so she gave me the picture.
Yes.
And now my son's in his teens, and he hasn't seen Irving, and Irving has just turned water on and we always say, oh it's Irving.
Things have fallen off the wall, there are footsteps.
So when I came home from work and I put the picture on the bulletin board by the phone,
my son comes running in from work or something and he grabs the phone to call his girlfriend
and he stops short and he hangs the phone up and he says, Mommy where did you get that
picture?
Who is that picture of?
I said, I don't know, I said, who does it look like?
He said, remember that guy who used to come visit me?
Oh, man.
So there's not much question about the fact that, at least in your son's case, he sure saw Irving.
And Irving was a real person.
A real ghost.
Oh, man.
Oh, man, what a story.
We put a face to Irving.
I wanted to tell you this story for free.
Better face than bones.
I think he's better looking in the picture.
No doubt.
All right, my dear.
Thank you.
Thank you so much.
All right, though.
No, thank you.
I don't like that one.
I don't like that one at all.
Can you imagine being taken in the night by a spirit?
To the place underground where the body, what's left, is buried.
To spend time with the spirit there.
No, no thank you.
West of the Rockies, you're on the air.
Hello?
Yes, hello.
Hi, how are you doing?
I don't know.
I was doing better earlier.
How are you doing?
Oh, I'm fine.
I'm calling from Sacramento.
Yes, sir.
Yes, sir.
I was privileged to live in a house that my grandfather purchased.
Got in the 30's.
He bought the land and he built it up.
He built it by hand and basically by cement.
He was a cement mason.
Over the years he traveled during the war.
My grandmother, they traveled around doing contracts for the government, building air bases and stuff.
Well, they finally planted themselves on this piece of property and my grandmother wouldn't move.
Well, my grandfather passed away in the late 70's and I came home and saw him.
The night he passed away we talked and my grandmother passed away in the Late 80s.
And me and my girlfriend decided, well, we'll move into the house.
Now, this house was built by a bunch of drunken cement masons.
So there was add-on, add-on, add-on.
A bunch of drunken masons?
Yeah, cement masons.
And my dad and my uncle, they made the bricks by hand.
My grandfather loved cement.
And he would cuss every time he went to that house I built.
I made 100,000 of these bricks.
Well, over time, I moved in and I'm a nurse and I work at night.
I lived in South Sacramento and over time the area deteriorated but the plot of land we had and the house was there.
When we first moved in things would start to happen.
We had these distinctive lights which my grandfather was a scrounger and if he could get it from the military base he'd get it.
These lights would go click, click, click, click.
We'd be sitting in the living room and there was a lot of stuff left over from them but you'd sit there and suddenly hear a click, click.
And the back bathroom would come on.
The door would kind of jar.
And then the toilet would flush.
Click, click.
The light would go off.
These small things went on.
You'd get cigar smoke.
My grandfather was an avid cigar smoker.
Listen, sir.
I'm going to interrupt your story and we're going to finish it after the break.
Is that alright?
Okay.
Alright, stay right.
Click, click.
Bones.
In a box.
Irving taking me to visit.
You've gotta be kidding.
Listen to the wind blow, watch the sun rise.
You're listening to Ghost to Ghost AM.
I'm Art Bell.
Run in the shadows.
Damn your love, damn your lies.
And if you don't love me now, you will never love me again.
I can't escape.
I can still hear you saying, we were never great for each other.
And if you don't love me now, you will never love me again.
I was a highwayman, along the coach roads I did ride.
With sword and pistol by my side.
Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade.
Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade.
The master tongued me in the spring of twenty-five.
But I am still alive.
I was a sailor.
I was born upon the tide.
With the sea I did abide.
I sailed a schooner around the whole New Mexico.
I went along to furl the maize a little blow.
And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed.
But I'm living still I was a dam builder Across a river deep and wide Where steel and water didn't collide A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound.
But I'm still around.
I'll always be around, around, around, around.
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And again, and again.
Good morning, everybody.
We're telling ghost stories this night.
It's called Ghost to Ghost AM.
We'll get right back to it.
I wonder if some cruise ships are haunted.
One would think so.
There certainly are some planes that are haunted, and here's my caller once again, sir.
Please continue.
Oh, hi.
Hi.
Yeah, before I go on, I just wanted to let you know that Sea Crane Company, I found them very amicable and very easy to deal with, and I will purchase many more things from them.
Thank you.
You're right.
They are.
Yeah.
Where were we at?
We were at my grandfather's house.
Yes.
He was a character but as I say he loved to cement and he would get friends to do things for him and build things.
The house started off with one room and then they added on.
Well, over a period of time after they passed away and my girlfriend moved in, things started happening.
Cigar smoke, you could smell it.
Fried chicken, lights would come on and off.
You'd be sitting there and you'd get a whiff of my grandmother's perfume.
Or you'd get a cold breeze by your head.
It was fun.
It made you feel good.
And my girlfriend would be home alone and she'd be sitting in the garage room, which is where my grandmother spent most of her time, and she'd say, dang it Mike, she's back.
And she'd say, she's in here, she's turned the TV on and off a couple of times, and she'd laugh.
Things would start to happen.
My grandfather had a cement shed where he did all his work for his pots and stuff, and we were one night sitting in bed and we kept hearing this noise.
It was the cement mixer going around and around.
Oh my.
And we got up and went outside.
Of course, it's not there anymore, but we kept hearing, and then you hear shovel scoops.
Yep.
Don't you realize, though, the potential horror that you're talking about?
In other words, dying, being so attached.
I can understand being attached to the work you have done, the stonework you have done, the house you live in, the area you're in, your plot of land, whatever it is.
I can understand that, but the hell of being forever more confined, unseen, to roam in these places, it's just horrible to contemplate.
Yeah, well I understand that and I felt for him.
So we would talk to him.
I'd be sitting there working and I'd say, how are you doing?
And I worked in his office.
I lived there.
I was actually lucky to live there for about three years.
And the final kind of chapter in all this, my girlfriend and me were having a bad night and we woke up suddenly and she got up and I got up and we walked outside into the living room.
All the chairs were upside down.
The property was being sold.
So they, I think, were upset.
That's right.
No, that's right.
I understand the chairs were upside down.
Right.
And so then, finally, I was tasked, my girlfriend was taking a shower, a bath.
She felt the door open and then she felt her hand on her back.
That's it.
She got up, went out, dried off, got up, well, the light went on, toilet flushed, there it is again.
I got tasked to cleaning out the pump house, we called it, and there was a lot of stuff in there.
We were selling the property so we had to clean up what was left over.
This is kind of emotional because I cleaned it all out and my grandmother was a pack rat.
Everything.
Well, I got done cleaning it out and there was this shelf that had been cleaned off but it had just been sitting there.
I went out finally to get the last load and I looked up and there were these two cars.
They were those little die-cast pop metal cars from the 40s.
Oh, yes.
Right.
Whoa, that's interesting.
They were just sitting there with a red one and a green one.
And I looked at them and said, where'd these come from?
I picked them up when I took them in to my girlfriend.
I said, wait, you messing with me again?
You know, because we used to play tricks on each other.
And she said, no.
And she kind of turned kind of white.
She said, where'd you get those?
I said, out in the shed.
And she says, I thought I felt something out there.
Well, the cars turned out to be my father's when he was a kid.
And I guess my grandmother wanted to have them, because we were throwing all this stuff away.
And they turned back up.
My dad kind of got teary-eyed.
He said, I haven't seen these in 30 years.
So, unfortunately the property was sold and things moved on.
I think they're still there.
I don't think they're happy.
There were a lot of other things that went on, but it wasn't an evil thing.
It was very, very pleasant to be there.
I understand.
And I really enjoyed it.
Well, I've enjoyed your story, and I'm going to amplify on it a little bit.
Thank you very, very much.
If you're very young, you won't comprehend what I'm about to say.
But as you get older, a place that you have built yourself, a place that you have designed yourself, your own property, your own place, would and does carry Such a very, very strong imprint on your mind, that I can imagine, I can easily imagine, that if there is some sort of existence, be it heaven or hellish, after this life, you would not easily, nor perhaps ever, in the real horror of thinking about it, detach yourself from this place that you were so connected to, that you so loved.
That you knew every cranny and crook that you loved.
You know, your place, your home.
That you remain there.
But that's quite a prospect to consider, isn't it?
First time caller on the line.
You're on the air.
Good morning.
Hi, my name is Bob.
I'm from Alameda, California.
Hello, Bob!
Yeah, and I live on an island.
It's called Alameda.
And the significance of that will come up later.
But I'm a commercial pilot.
And in January of 1998, I was working on building hours, building cross-country hours.
Right.
Do you fly big jets?
No, I fly small little airplanes.
I'm still building up hours, going to do my Certified Flight Instructor rating.
But off of that, I was going to fly up to Ukiah.
I flew up there and visited with my friends, and it got kind of late.
So I started to fly back, and it was about 1130 at night.
And as I left the airport area, it was about 3,000 feet, and all of a sudden it got really, really cold in the cockpit.
I was like, man, this is real cold.
In the cockpit?
Yeah, in the cockpit of this little 172 Cessna.
And so I reached up and closed the fence, and I pulled on the heater, and it just stayed really cold.
And I didn't think much of it, and I listened to a station called 960.
It's an old 40s station.
And I had that going on, and they were playing the old music.
And all of a sudden, over my headsets, I hear, check your six, boy.
And I was all by myself in the cockpit, and the communications radio, I didn't even have that on.
Yes.
So I turned around and looked behind me, check your six, look at your six o'clock position.
Right.
I turned around, and all of a sudden there's just this kind of glowing green light, and it's getting closer and closer.
And I was like, yeah, I was like, oh my God.
Oh man, oh God.
Yeah.
What was the voice like?
It just sounded like some old 40's voice, you know.
Check your six.
Yeah, check your six, boy, is what he said.
And I turned around and this light was getting closer and so I go to turn and push forward and the yoke wasn't moving.
And these little planes aren't equipped with autopilots.
And this thing was not pitching down and not turning or anything.
You couldn't change anything.
I couldn't move after that.
And all of a sudden the lights dimmed in the cockpit and I'm getting real scared.
I hear you.
Yes.
And so then I kind of get fixated on this thing coming up behind me.
As it gets closer, it had probably another, you know, I'd say 60 or 70 knots on me.
And it was creeping up, and it went around on my right side and came up to about my 3 o'clock position.
Yes.
And I'm looking at it, and it's a huge flying boat.
One of the old Pan Am-type clippers had pulled up alongside me.
You've got to be kidding.
Oh, I'm not.
I wish I was.
Because it really scared the heck out of me.
You swear as a pilot to be...
This is true?
I can't lie.
Alright, go ahead.
I don't tell people about this because they'll think I'm crazy, but I figured I'll go ahead and call.
Anyway, this thing pulls up beside me, and it's starting to creep in, and you know, I'm really frantically trying to get this stick to move, and I just look over, and all of a sudden I just see this face in the cockpit window, and this thing's huge, you know, four big radial engines.
Yeah.
And the guy kind of gives me a wave, and then he turns off, pulls away, and then all of a sudden it just kind of vanished.
And then I could start to hear things again and I could hear the radio again.
So I made it back to Oakland Airport where I'm based out of and I landed there.
My mom had bought me this book a couple of weeks earlier and it was called Pacific Pioneers Pan American Story.
I just was curious and I was looking through it and there's one name called M-130 Philippine Clipper.
It's a Martin flying boat.
It was January 21st, 1943.
It crashed up in the Ukiah area.
I was like, wow, that's really amazing.
Maybe that was the same one I saw.
I didn't think much of it after that.
I was riding my bike up at the old Naval Air Station in Alameda.
It turned out that Alameda was the base for the Pan American Company.
Yes sir.
Yeah, I could not believe it, but yeah, it happened.
So, you were, you had a mid-air encounter with a ghost plane?
Yeah, and APC, you know, I queried them on my way in.
I said, do you have someone, have you seen any planes around me on your radar?
And they said no, and I didn't really want to press the thing.
I was kind of worried I might have a phone number to call when I got back.
Definitely, definitely you wouldn't want to tell that story.
No, no.
So I kind of say, keep it under your hat and all your millions of listeners, too.
We'll do that, sir.
Thanks a lot.
Thank you.
But what does that tell us?
What hints do we derive from that story with respect to Things that are gone, dead, gone.
Was it the plane itself that was in some slip of time or dimension suddenly there again?
Or the occupants of that plane that had crashed?
What a story.
Check your six o'clock, boy.
Wild Card Line, you're on the air.
Hi.
Hey, this is Stephen for Walton Beach.
Hello there, Stephen.
You're on TAC Radio 1260 AM.
Yes, sir.
A station that played a very instrumental role in getting you on.
Well, a gold star for you.
You can just give me a million out of that 60 million you're going to get from them bozos.
In my dreams.
That's not going to happen.
We're doing that for reasons other than money, and money's never going to be there.
But there's... Anyway.
Yeah.
My thing that happened, it's not a very long story, but it freaks me out.
It freaks me out every night I go to bed.
It's where I'd be laying sleeping.
I keep my room pretty dark.
I just felt there was another presence in the room when I'm sleeping.
It's dark but you can still see silhouettes.
But anyway, I'd be laying there with my eyes closed.
I wouldn't be moving.
I'd just think to myself, if I get up really quick and look really fast, if I'm going to see anything, it's because I felt something else in there.
I did.
I got up really fast.
In other words, you felt the presence of something and you were intent on surprising it.
Right.
Exactly.
Because I always had a feeling there was something there.
I'm not crazy or anything, but... So you jumped up?
I jumped up, looked up really quick, and most of the time there would be nothing there, but this time, back to the red eyes.
Two of them looking right at me.
Red eyes?
Yeah.
For about two seconds, maybe.
And then they were gone.
Oh, God.
So what that really means is that probably most times that you felt a presence that way, when you didn't jump up and look, you now know what was there.
Yeah.
Red eyes.
It's only happened to me twice.
It would only take once for me.
Red eyes are not good.
That's what I'm thinking.
Red eyes are definitely not good.
I mean, when you think of angels, or heaven, or god, or the creator, or whatever, you don't think of glowing red eyes.
Red eyes are not associated with that side of stuff.
Now, that club thing, you know, the Amityville Horror?
Yes.
There's them two red eyes?
Yes.
Yeah.
That's what I've seen.
I like that.
Just exactly like that.
I appreciate your call, sir.
Thank you.
Red eyes are bad.
Very bad.
It does not take a brain scientist to know that red eyes are not good.
That red eyes are not your guardian angel.
And now, it's gonna make you wonder, doesn't it?
How many times have you felt a presence near you?
Not, not a... Not a strong feeling, but just a feeling that you were being watched.
Next time that happens, why don't you try what that man just did?
And sit up real quick!
And see if you can catch a glimpse of red eyes.
If you want to.
East of the Rockies, you're on the air.
Yeah, Art.
Yes, hello.
Oh, hey, Art.
I was trying to talk to you.
My name's Rod, and I'm calling from Hayworth, Illinois.
And I'm listening to you from WJBC here in Bloomington.
Yes, sir.
And I have a story that's kind of ironic, what this guy was just saying right ahead of me.
The red eyes, you mean?
Yeah.
But the story I have is a friend of mine was telling me this just a few years ago.
I guess it probably happened within the last ten years or so.
It happened in a little small town just south of where I'm calling right now.
But I guess there was a family that lived in this house.
There's a mom and a dad and three little kids and I guess they were pretty young from what I hear.
But I guess one evening after the kids had gone to bed and the parents were just sitting down watching TV and all of a sudden these three kids come tearing down the stairs screaming, you know, Mommy, Mommy, we just saw some red eyes upstairs.
Red eyes?
Yeah.
We're scared, you know.
And of course the parents, you know, they really didn't take it seriously, I guess.
They just kind of, well, you know, it's OK.
Don't worry about it.
You know, just try to go back to sleep.
I guess they went up and checked everything out and reassured the kids and everything that everything was going to be fine and everything.
And so they went to sleep.
I guess it's kind of a tragic tale, but I guess a few days later, The house burned down.
The house burned down?
Yeah.
And I guess these three little kids were killed, you know, in the house fire.
And so, I don't know.
I just thought that was pretty strange.
Well, it is strange, sir.
Thank you.
And again, red eyes.
I told you.
Red eyes.
Red eyes are not good.
Red eyes are not good.
Alright, listen.
Two things, folks.
Number one, you may now begin checking my website, because as he receives them, Keith Rowland, my webmaster, is putting the ghost photographs that you're sending, the good ones, up on the website.
Now, we'll see what little section he has prepared for that.
But no doubt, you'll find a link on the front page.
If you have a ghost photograph, a spirit photograph, or a demon photograph, This is the night we are not only collecting, but immediately posting them as we do Ghost to Ghost AM.
Now, you may send them to webmaster at artbell.com.
That's webmaster at artbell.com.
A quick Terrence McKenna update for you.
Terrence is now away with his Lady friend for a couple of days.
It's a location unknown.
And I feel quite confident that next week we're going to talk a bit with Terrence McKenna.
He has a rather grim prognosis with a malignant brain tumor in his frontal lobe area.
But he believes he is not doomed.
Those are his words.
I spoke with him on the phone.
He said, I am not.
I don't feel doomed.
He is a unique individual.
And I imagine he has perhaps a different outlook on life right now.
Something I would love to explore with him on the air.
And I think we will in this next week.
At any rate, coming back soon with more Ghost to Ghost AM from the High Desert.
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You're listening to Ghost to Ghost AM.
And oh, it's a good one.
It's a really good one.
Shortly, you might want to make your way up to my website at www.artbell.com.
And see the ghost photographs your fellow callers are sending in this morning as we speak.
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Alright, as soon as we get the first, uh, ghost photographs up, and that will be within minutes, you will find them in the newest site editions.
Uh, no doubt, uh, right above the article from the missoula
so um... watchword there it will be appearing shortly as we get those
photographs up that's what we're talking about this morning ghosts
we we don't i don't
exactly know what a ghost is but you can begin to make uh...
some assumptions as you listen to these stories on our international line you
are on the air where you're calling from Hello? Mr. Bell?
Yes.
Yeah, this is Jesse.
I'm calling from Japan.
Oh, no kidding!
Where in Japan?
Okay, Fukuoka City, which is in Kyushu.
Kyushu is, I guess, the southernmost island of Japan, the largest one outside of Okinawa.
Indeed, I spent a decade on Okinawa.
Yeah, and as you well know, there are lots of ghosts in Okinawa.
Oh, I know, the caves, the caves.
That's right.
You know, Japan is quite a different world from America.
What's interesting about it to me is that so many people accept the existence of ghosts here, and also even encourage the belief in it.
You know, Japan is an island nation full of ancestor worshipers.
That's precisely right.
I used to actually go and participate in some of the ceremonies.
Cleaning bones in caves of ancestors.
That's exactly right.
Well, I'm married to a Japanese national here and we spend a considerable amount of time cleaning the family cemetery and talking about the ancestors, inviting the ancestors to come back to the home.
So this is all part of a very ancient belief going back to the beginning of Shintoism and before, I'm sure.
But there are quite a few fascinating ghost stories here in Japan.
One thing I just wanted to share with you this evening is I work at a women's college
in Japan in Kyushu, close to the city of Fukuoka.
It's built on a battleground and in 1300 two large troops of samurai or warriors fought
there.
Right across the way from the school is this large practice field for the self-defense forces here.
They drive trucks around and that sort of stuff.
When they built this big field, this big area, and paved it over and that sort of thing, they found these old pieces of armor and bones and that sort of thing.
And so every year the town does what they call a Ohadai, which is, you know, they get together and they do a group exorcism of this ground because People, the farmers and the villagers in this small town see over and over again the spirits dressed in armor of these old warriors who died way back in 1300.
Can you perhaps help me out here?
Sure.
We are talking about what the need, what a ghost really is now.
You say they exorcise them or have a yearly A yearly ceremony to try and release the spirits.
Obviously, the Japanese, as we do, believe that the spirit does not leave Earth, in many cases, for some reason.
That's right.
They encourage, well, this is what I was trying to say earlier, the Japanese encourage the ancestral spirits to stay.
They don't send them on.
They encourage them to stay and come back.
And this is part and parcel of ancestor worship.
When a person dies in Japan, they have a cycle.
Seven days after the person's death, the family will get together and pray for their safe existence in the other world, and then another 48 days later, the same thing, all the way to 50 years after the death of the person.
After 50 years, the ancestral spirit becomes part of the group spirit, if you want to call it that.
They call it the Kami of the family, and part of a kind of collective consciousness that kind of hovers around the family, I guess.
I understand perfectly.
As a matter of fact, many people, sir, in this country are now coming to terms with the existence of this collective consciousness.
But as you point out, the Japanese have thought this to be true for more years than we've been allowed.
Oh, for centuries.
Yes, indeed.
But to go back to the story, though, of the school, the woman's college where I work, the people who work there, the security guards, have seen these phantoms, if you will, these ghosts.
And in fact, one Sunday morning, it was a couple years ago, One of the security guards was at his post, and he looked up and saw three or four of these phantoms walking down the road.
In Japan, a ghost doesn't have feet.
He described it to me as being a classic Japanese ghost dressed in kabuto, in armor.
And lacking feet, kind of walking together single file down this road.
Yes.
Oh, brother.
All right.
Well, listen, I really appreciate your call.
And you're married to a Japanese national.
What do you do there?
Well, I'm a teacher.
I teach American literature at the school.
And I've been there now for about, man, this is the eighth year.
Eighth year.
So you should be in the process of turning native.
Well, yes and no.
One thing I did want to mention to you, Art, is that I've written a book.
I'm collecting Japanese ghost stories now, but I've collected stories from my hometown in Westminster, Maryland, North Central Maryland.
It's a collection of folklore and ghost stories from that area.
I don't know.
May I make a mention of that?
Well, I'll tell you what.
Why don't we do this?
You communicate with me privately.
Send me a copy of the book, and we'll perhaps have you on as a guest.
I'd be happy to do that.
All right.
I'll look forward to that.
Thank you so much for your call.
Thank you, sir, and I'm a great fan of your show.
Thank you, and take care all the way from Japan.
Anybody else around the world wants to chime in this morning?
Our international line, and who knows how really far this line could go, huh?
What barriers this line may actually break through?
That's the international line.
So if you're anywhere outside the country, you really can get through to us toll-free.
Did you know that?
You can get through to us toll-free.
All you do is call your AT&T operator and have her call for you 800-893-0903.
That's 800-893-0903.
Already, Keith has put the first photographs up.
And you're going to love this one.
Clearly taken in a cemetery with a freshly dug grave.
already, Keith has put the first photographs up. And you're going to love this one, clearly
taken in a cemetery with a freshly dug grave, and above it you will see, without question,
an apparition.
I've.
This is a copyrighted photograph entitled Sweet Chariot.
And I don't know whether that's a sweet chariot or not, but it's one scary photograph taken in a graveyard.
We've got that one up now, we've got another up, and we've got additional photographs going up as you send them in.
So, if you would like to, by all means, oh, and here's another one.
Taken from the USS Arizona and if you look very carefully into the water you will see clearly without question an apparition in the water.
How's that for different?
On my website right now at www.artbell.com and if you have a good ghost photograph send it now to webmaster That's Keith Rowland, actually.
Webmaster at Artbell.com.
That's Webmaster at Artbell.com, and Keith will get it up for you.
Keith keeps the same kind of hours that I do, and so it makes this kind of thing easy to do.
Very interactive.
West of the Rockies, you're on the air.
Hello?
Hello there.
Hi.
Hi.
Where are you?
I'm over here in Milan, New Mexico at the Petro Truck Stop.
Name's Wes, truck driver.
You say in New Mexico?
Yes, sir.
I've been listening to your show going down the road.
My hair's been standing straight up.
Goosebumps the whole night.
Oh, it's been quite a night.
I've got a ghost story for you.
I wouldn't have believed it, but this little girlfriend of mine that was with me seen exactly the same thing I've seen.
This happened back in the late 70s down in Redondo Beach.
Yes, sir?
Out in California.
I was up for the weekend.
I was in the Navy.
Rode up to the store to get a case of beer, go over to a friend of mine's house and do a little party.
It's just, you know, right about sundown, you know, just starting to get dark.
We're going down the road on my bike, both of us totally straight and sober, and seeing this thing in like a black, kind of like cape, right across the road in front of us, and really moving, you know, faster than I Any person could run.
It was though running like a human being would run?
You could see the motion?
No, not really.
No.
So more like a fast moving floating object?
I would probably say that, yeah.
Alright.
Anyways, it took off up in this grass field where the power lines run through and I turned up in there and went to try to catch it.
I started catching up with it and all of a sudden it spun around and it looked like a skeleton and it took off back the other way.
So I got my bike turned around and chased it back across the field, across the street, up this little alley by this park and it ducked around the corner of this building.
May I ask a question?
Yes sir.
Why would you chase a skeleton?
I don't know.
If I saw a skeleton, I'd be going the other way.
But you chased the skeleton.
Is that a rational thing to do?
Well, at the time, I guess it must have been.
I don't know.
Either that or you weren't rational at that moment.
Either way, go ahead.
Well, anyway, it ducked around the corner of this building, and I got up there next to the corner of the building, and it took off back the other way.
So in the process of getting my motorcycle turned around again, now there's two people standing there that weren't there before.
The girl had long black hair, she had a white gown, and she had real white skin and wire-rimmed glasses.
This guy that was standing next to her had on a brown trench coat, a really old looking
brown suit with a frilly shirt and kind of like a scissor cut haircut.
He had a cane.
I stopped the bike and this girl reached out and grabbed Roxanne's hands, my girlfriend's
hands.
She squeezed them so hard it hurt her for a week.
Three times she said, Mama told us not to come out tonight.
Three times she said that.
And the course of events, all going on, I'm asking him, what's this thing up here going,
you know, running?
And the guy never said a word.
He just stood there looking at us.
And we rolled off to go try to catch this thing and it just poof, disappeared.
Mama told us not to come out tonight, huh?
Yes, she said that three times.
What do you think you encountered?
Well, I got to talking to this one guy that I knew that was kind of into crazy stuff like that, you know, and he told me we encountered something supernatural.
Crazy?
I don't know about crazy.
And not easily explained, perhaps, but I don't know about crazy.
The one that still bothers me the most tonight is the box with the bones.
As a child, going with your play friend to the box with the bones.
Underground.
First time caller line, you're on the air, hello.
Hi Eric, this is Pat in Minneapolis.
Yes, hi Pat.
How are you doing tonight?
Well, that's an interesting question.
Deserves more time than I have right now to answer it.
What's on your mind?
Well, I wanted to tell you the story of my encounter.
Alright.
I work for a news station, and several years ago I was at a different station down in Florida.
A radio station.
Television.
Television, okay.
Television news.
And one morning, very early, I had to go in and I was supposed to meet someone to go out of town.
Yes.
So I walked into the building around 3 o'clock in the morning.
And there was no one else in the building.
And I started getting all my stuff together to head out, waiting for the other person to show up.
Sure.
Well, after being there a few minutes, I thought I heard someone else in the building.
So I called out to see if it was my friend that I was supposed to meet.
And there was no answer, so I thought, well, maybe I had heard something.
Well, a few minutes later, I heard another noise.
Well, again, I called out and no response.
Well, finally, again, a few more minutes, I definitely heard someone in the building and proceeded to walk around to try and find out who it was.
Walked into the next room, which was just off of the newsroom, and saw a girl there.
Well, Basically, it looked like she was there, but really strange looking.
It didn't look like an actual person.
No?
Translucent?
Or in what way different than a real person?
Basically, I guess translucent would be a good way of putting it.
There, but not solid.
Gotcha.
So, I saw this person and I said, hello, and got no answer.
And she looked at me and then turned and started to walk down the hall toward the studio.
So I followed, although looking back why I didn't take off and go the other way, I don't know.
Followed and walked into the studio.
Well, when I walked into the studio, the lights were on.
All the TV lights, or at least it looked like they were at first.
Right?
And I watched her.
She walked up, basically walked up on the set and sat down.
And then looked at me.
And then everything went dark.
And I kind of... Let me guess.
She had been an anchor at some point at this station in the past.
As I found out, and jumping ahead a few weeks later, I asked someone if anyone had ever had a similar experience, and someone said, well, hadn't you heard the story?
The story?
And I said, no, what story?
Well, as it turned out, in the late 60s, there had been a girl who worked at the station Who one night had walked in, walked onto the set, and killed herself.
Oh, my God.
And from then on... I get the picture.
Believe me, sir.
Thank you.
Killed herself, uh, on the stage, huh?
Somebody sent me this.
Hey, Art.
Some ghosts are connected to the work they did during their lives.
This being so, when you move on to the other side, hopefully long from now, Will we be able to hear you on the radio dial?
I'll tell you what, folks.
After I'm gone... Check it out.
Maybe up in the expanded portion of the band one night, you'll hear me saying something about
Coast to Ghost, Coast to Ghost, AF.
♪ Spirit of the sky, it's clear for the cold when I die ♪ ♪ When I die, every day must be passed ♪
♪ Before the gold and the grace that's where I am ♪ ♪♪
♪♪ ♪ Feeling the weight on the crest of a wave, it's like
magic ♪ ♪ Oh, rolling and riding, it's heaping and sliding, it's
magic ♪ ♪♪
♪ You, as you squeeze the air, I am you, you are me, oh ♪ ♪ Higher and higher, baby, it's a living thing ♪
Wanna take a ride?
Well, call Art Bell from west of the Rockies at 1-800-618-8255.
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It is in the middle of the night, in the dark.
Coast to Coast AM, nothing but ghost stories all night long from the high desert.
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You know what I heard earlier today on one of the financial channels?
I heard that e-commerce, that means business done over the internet this year, exceeded The income of car companies, automobile companies in America.
I find that very difficult to believe.
And maybe I got it wrong, but I don't think so.
That's a lot of money changing hands over the internet, isn't it?
A lot of money.
East of the Rockies, you're on the air.
Good morning.
Hello, Art.
I'm Chris from Minneapolis.
Chris, you're going to have to yell a little.
You're not too loud.
Excuse me?
That's all right.
Just get real close to the phone.
Touch that phone with your lips.
Hey, right then.
Hello, Art.
I'm here with a couple of buddies.
We try to get together every week and listen to your show.
I'm calling about three incidences I had a while back.
The last one was a while back.
It was actually six months ago.
The first one happened a long time ago, years ago, in a room with my sister.
And some words about my home before I continue.
It was built in the late 1800s, and for a while this fellow named Walter lived there, who died, I believe in the 60s or something, and he lived in our home most of his life.
Anyway, we're sitting there and there's this light with two switches to it, and we're both a good 10-15 feet away from both switches, and the light suddenly turned on, the light switches off, So I went down in to investigate, and, uh, the switch was on its on position, so you had to turn it, well, it was on its off position, so you had to turn it on in order to turn off the switch, uh, the light, because the other switch is switched.
I understand, the two switch deal, yeah.
Yeah, so the light, the switch physically moved to turn on the light, which was kind of spooky, because the switch would have to move up to turn on the light and not move down.
And, uh, I waited for a while, uh, thinking about it, and I wouldn't... Yeah, even imagining that gravity might be at work, uh, is not gonna go up.
Yeah, that's what kind of spooked me.
Period.
And, uh, this happened again a while later, uh, just a few minutes, and I kind of left the room there, but my, uh, sister witnessed that, too.
It was pretty spooky.
Um, the next thing is, in our basement, I only have two other things to say here.
The third one's related to the lights.
In our basement, we have this exercise bike, which is not too far from the base of the stairs.
Right.
I went down... Pardon me?
I said right.
Sorry.
I went downstairs to get something, and I went back up and forgot I had to get something else.
I went back downstairs, and I wasn't quite in the basement.
I could see the exercise bike through the little area above the stairs.
It was moving very slowly.
It started moving faster and faster.
So I ran up, and, uh... You mean all by itself?
All by itself.
Great.
Oh, yes.
Bucket of fun.
Uh... And, uh, that was really weird.
Uh... Excuse me, my voice is a bit hoarse.
Uh, the last thing I have here is I was in the room that this light switch thing happened, uh, just six months ago, and, uh, I was walking by I looked at the light switch, not too far away from it, thinking about what happened, and I was looking at it for about 3, 40 seconds, and it turned off.
You watched it?
Yes.
As it turned off?
Well, I didn't actually see it turn off, but I watched the light as the light turned off.
It was too fast for me to actually see it move, but the light switch did move.
Well, that's all I have to say.
Those are the three.
All right.
Well, the one thing that I would dredge from that and wonder about is why a spirit or why a ghost would need exercise.
Now, the one thing you would think you would gain when you leave the physical and go to the other side is, you know, we're done with this need for food stuff, right?
And exercise, why would a spirit need exercise?
Physical exercise.
Mental, maybe, but physical, why?
So that worries me a little bit.
Get over there.
Hell, you probably have to take vitamins, the way it sounds.
Bust of the Rockies, you're on the air.
Hi, Art.
This is Chris in Denver.
Hi, Chris.
And, um, just wanted to relate a little story to you.
You mean like things to do when you're dead in Denver?
Yeah.
Several years ago, I lived in a house with my parents in Kansas.
We lived in an old, bold house.
One night, I got up late and I heard drumming in the house.
Drumming?
It was very strange.
That's always good.
I thought it was a next-door neighbor or something.
Drumming.
I continued to hear this for the next several weeks.
So finally I got up and did a little research at the town records and the local library and things and come to find out when the church across next door and the house were built in the late 1800s that they had been built on an Indian burial ground.
The Indian place had been tore up to build these structures.
And I was just as shocked as can be.
And was there more or just drums?
Well, that's all I ever saw.
My sister claimed to see other things, but I'm not sure, can't confirm that.
Be enough for me.
Sure would be enough for me.
Yeah, it was pretty a frightening experience after I learned about this.
But that's about all I have to say, sir.
Glad you called, sir.
What?
Glad you called, sir.
Thank you.
Yes, goodbye.
Let me tell you a humorous little story.
I'm going to have to motivate Ramona, who is in the next room.
This is not exactly a drum story.
As you know, we've done a lot of, and what I'm referring to, if you're listening in there, So, she knows the sound effects.
We were on a trip.
And we have taken many over the last few years, you know, to different parts of the world.
Some rather exotic parts of the world, as a matter of fact.
And a lot of times when we've gone, we've gone with Bob and Sue Crane.
They're very good friends of ours.
Bob Crane of the Sea Crane Company.
Where were we?
Cape Town, South Africa.
That's right.
And we were in a beautiful hotel, actually.
A beautiful hotel.
This is such a funny story.
We had gone shopping that day.
We'd gone shopping that day, and I don't know, what was it, about 3 or 4 in the morning?
Five o'clock in the morning.
It's my birthday.
Your birthday, that's right.
That's right, it was your birthday.
We're in Africa.
And Bob and Sue's room was down the hall from us.
And we were awake because, you know, you're on a different time schedule and here we are awake at 5 a.m.
And we had acquired this little African thing that I'm holding up right now.
You can see it if you're watching on the streaming video.
And so, I sort of crawled down the hall, and got right outside of Bob and Sue's room.
I'm knowing they were still asleep and I let loose with this.
And I did that for a moment and pretty soon you hear, What the hell is that?
And you hear Sue going, I don't know what was it.
Did you hear that?
My God, it sounded like drums.
And so I crawled away, you know, and I just, I waited a moment.
I came back to their door again a moment later and I'm... And we're in Africa.
By now they're imagining the worst you're hearing.
Oh my God!
What's outside our door?
And so I ran, I ran back to the room and by now my phone was ringing.
My phone was ringing.
Bob down on the phone said, Oh my God!
Did you hear that out the hall?
Don't go out the hall!
You heard it, right?
I said, no, I didn't hear anything.
Nothing?
No, it's quiet.
And finally, we disengaged the conversation.
I went down the hall again.
Dead silence from the room.
Got them good, man, I tell you.
I really got them good.
They, if they're listening right now, they'll recall this very well indeed.
It's better than a cup of coffee, I'll tell you.
On the international line, you're on the air.
Good morning.
Hello?
Hello there.
Yeah, this is Will from Victoria, listening to you on C-Fax 1070, the news authority.
Well, that's the way to do a promo.
Do you have a ghost story for us?
Well, it kind of goes back when I was about 10 months old at the time, and it's something that my sister in Rome would tell me about.
Uh-huh.
And we lived in an old house there, and my dad was maintaining a farm and everything there.
My dad would go out on different trips and stuff.
Yes.
And they were alone and I was up in my crib and my sister and I shared a room.
They were sleeping there and I guess one night my sister woke up and went and went downstairs to my mom and said, there's a lady in a rocking chair beside my crib.
And my mom just says, oh, just go to lie down and go to sleep.
And that's all she said.
But my mom had seen the same thing.
And it was just a lady sitting in a rocking chair over my crib and my mom knew that it wasn't a harmful ghost.
She got that feeling that it wasn't anything to worry about.
Yes.
So she just let it be and she had heard later that apparently there was an old fellow and a wife there living and the fellow had a heart attack and fell on the lady.
She was trapped underneath this husky fellow and she couldn't get up.
Couldn't move.
No.
And she eventually died of suffocation or something like that.
And it was not even a month before we moved out of there.
We moved before my dad came back there.
I gotcha.
Well, I think what bothers me more than just about anything else with respect to ghosts Is particularly when they die in a way just described.
I mean, imagine somebody having a heart attack falling on you and smothering you as they die above you.
Bad way to go, huh?
Bad way to go.
And to be earthbound for whatever period of time after that because of that.
It really is discomforting when you consider What may lay over there on the other side, it may not be what we think it is, huh?
First time caller on the line, you're on the air.
Yes, and good morning.
Good morning, sir.
I'm sitting in darkness, listening to that gentle baritone voice.
I'm Don from Long Beach, California.
Yes, Don.
1964, my wife-to-be at the time, and her girlfriend and I were sitting Have a little fun conversation.
And a friend pulled out a Ouija board.
Oh, here we go.
Yes, here we go.
And a friend knew very little, first time I'd ever met her, knew very little about, or actually knew nothing about our individual families and backgrounds.
And I got on the board with her and we brought up an entity that's from Texas.
And we were asking questions back and forth and he said that he had died some time ago and that he had lost a lot of money, had investments in silver and gold and things like that.
All of this through the Ouija board?
Yes, sir.
And as it turned out... I really have to stop and ask.
As you're beginning to get a cogent conversation, a litany even, of this person's life coming from the Ouija board, how the hell could you sit there with your hand on that, moving?
At the time I was young.
I'm a lot younger than I am now.
Young and dumb.
And also curious.
Anyway, as it turned out, we had a Family friend, my wife to be at the time, and myself.
His name was Tex, and he had committed suicide a couple years before.
And he had lost money in a silver mine.
So, there he was.
There he was.
Communicating, I've got to wonder, from way over on some other side, or there in the room with you?
Who knows?
By the way, I have both of your autographed books.
I've yet to read them due to time constraints, but looking forward to it.
You'll get to them.
All right, my friend.
Thank you so very much.
My books, The Art of Talk, which is now in reissue, by the way, or reprinting or whatever they call it.
The Quickening, which we're right in the middle of right now.
And, of course, the latest with Brad Steiger called The Source.
It's actually there are three.
WildCardLine, you're on the air.
Good morning.
I was just going to say, may the force be with you.
Okay, you're going to get mad at me because I called on the WildCardLine, and I'm Kathy from Woodbridge, New Jersey.
Well, that's all right.
You're pretty wild.
I should really call from... Yeah, how do you know I'm wild, Art?
Well, I don't know.
There's just something in your voice.
Yeah, I guess so.
My mother was right.
Can't fool anybody.
You're a wild one.
Well, in 1984, we purchased the place we're living in right now.
Uh, as I've told you many times, it's a mobile home.
And, uh, it wasn't here.
They moved it here.
The, uh, previous place was taken away.
And, uh, they had waited from, uh, anywhere from a month to two till the place was brought in.
And then they said, give it time to settle.
You know, you can't move into them right away.
As they leave the wheels on these things where we live.
We're not allowed to take them off.
And, uh, we waited about two and a half weeks.
And as soon as I walked into the place, I got a really creepy feeling.
It wasn't just that I didn't like it.
I just didn't want to stay here.
Sure.
I know the feeling.
I even went through the thing, should we just, there's some way we could get out of the deal, but we had already sold our other place.
So there was, and I hate to move because I got moved around when I was a kid so much that I like the grass to grow under my feet.
I know that feeling too.
You bet I do.
Sure.
So October, And, uh, bad feelings.
And, uh, my daughter was 11 at the time.
And, uh, she literally did not want to sleep in the bedroom.
And no matter what we did, forget about it.
Every night, every morning, I'd see her on the sofa, sleeping in the living room.
And this went on for, um, past Christmas time.
Our bedroom was constantly freezing, no matter what we did.
Right.
And this was a bedroom that got the afternoon sun.
Couldn't understand it.
Till this day, it's cold.
There was a black kitten that was on the porch.
And no matter what we did, half-grown, we could not get this cat to come in the house.
The neighbors chilled at us.
They did not warm up.
They gave us looks.
I don't know why.
One neighbor told us different things about the block, but never told us who lived here before, nothing about them.
So you go figure.
I started to see a strange, tall person.
And I mean person.
I could describe this person in the dark.
Never saw them in the light.
At night, right before bedtime, and during bed, looking out towards the hall.
They didn't have a bray on, did they?
This person, no.
This person was over six foot five, like almost seven foot tall.
Okay.
Then, shortly afterwards, there was another person, a female, with the person.
Okay.
That rules out Curtis.
Art, this was all the time.
This was way into the summertime.
You could see him.
You could look into the hallway, as I'm doing now, which is dark, and you could see them looking at you, and you could smell the beginnings of when you light a cigarette.
You know the smell?
Do I know the smell?
Yeah, just a little smell.
That's a good smell.
We don't smoke, but I know what it smells like.
I miss that smell.
And then you would smell alcohol.
Rubbing alcohol.
That was in the house almost continuously to the point where I asked them, what is going on?
Is it formaldehyde or is it alcohol?
We're almost out of time here.
Well, we found out that these people had committed suicide.
Both of them.
Their little boy had been put into foster care.
And it was only three months after I had moved in that they got rid of this place because it had the old place that it had bad ill feelings.
But there is a part two.
I had a visitor.
You had a visitor?
I had a visitor.
Well, I'm afraid we're going to have to hold that for another time, because we are out of time for this hour.
That's Kathy from Woodbridge, New Jersey.
Well, at least it wasn't Curtis.
I was afraid that story was going to Curtis somehow, but it didn't.
I'm Art Bell.
Don't touch that dial.
Saturday night I was downtown, working for the FBI.
Sitting in an air for fed men, wish if I was Palestine.
Screwed like a fool, don't have my way of society, but I keep on going, doing wrong.
I can't stop this feeling deep inside of me.
I can't stop this feeling deep inside of me Girl you just don't realize what you do to me
When you hold me in your arms so tight You let me know everything's alright
I, I'm hooked on a feeling I'm believing that you're in love with me
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Good morning, everybody.
We're talking about ghosts.
They're real, you know?
And if you've been listening all night, by now you already know that.
Hmm.
There'll be more of it this hour from the high desert.
♪ ...in love with me. ♪ ♪♪
Pretty good memories, actually, connected with this one, you know.
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We have nine, count them, folks, nine brand new ghost photographs on my website right now.
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Good going, folks.
First time caller line, you're on the air.
Hi.
Hi, Art.
Hello.
How are ya?
I'm fine.
I'm Mark from Big Harbor, Washington.
Yes, sir.
And before I relate my ghost story, I just want to tell you how much I enjoy listening to your show.
I wasn't put every night laying in bed and reading probably a Graham Hancock book or two.
Well, it's a little different, all right.
And I've been in broadcasting for many years myself, except I went the way of spot sales.
Oh, you're a salesman, a radio time salesman.
Well, I started off at 6 o'clock in the morning reading the farm report when I was 17 years old and went into the sales manager one day and said, I want to sell some spots after 9 o'clock.
I've got a free day.
In other words, I want to really make some money.
Yeah.
I noticed in the parking lot that the guys who had the nice cars were the ones who were selling the spots instead of the ones on the air.
Yes, you're quite correct.
You're quite correct.
People think that you're an immediate sensation because you're syndicated now on almost 500 radio stations, but I'm an overnight sensation that's been at it for about 30 years.
God bless you, Art Bell.
Anyway, my story is I was about 15 years old and my mom and I had moved into this house And this was back in the Cleveland, Ohio area.
It was a typical two-story Victorian kind of house with the front porch.
Their houses are very close together.
There was this one empty house that was next door and sat a little higher on the hill.
At the time, I guess she was three years old or so.
Sister, she was standing on the back porch, and she was looking up at this old house, this empty old house, and said to my mom, see the man?
See the man?
He's drinking something in the window.
And we later learned that a guy had died in that house, and he was an alcoholic, and he used to walk up the stairs every night, and you could hear him fall into bed.
And my little sister described that, but we were told in the house that we moved into that it, too, was haunted.
And, of course, we didn't think anything of it, but it was rather interesting when that happened to my little sister, because she couldn't make up that story.
What if, when you die, if you're an alcoholic, your hell is to stay as you are?
What, drunk?
Or restricted to 7-up for the rest of eternity?
No, drunk.
Drunk.
Maybe after the first 50 years, after the first several millennia, maybe drunk wouldn't be so good.
Well, I just hope that heaven has at least some single malt scotch.
Well, I can see where you're going.
So anyway, In the house that Mom and I moved into, we were told, because the people that lived there were actually friends of the family, and we were told that the house was haunted.
We said, yeah, yeah, ha ha.
And when you go in the house, it was a typical, like I said, old two-story Victorian house.
As soon as you walked in the front parlor, there was an immediate set of stairs that went up to the second floor to the bedrooms.
And there were three bedrooms up there and a bathroom.
And then there was another door in the hallway there that led up a very tight set of stairs up into the third floor attic.
Sounds like a cool house.
Yeah, it was a very cool house.
In fact, it was built in the turn of the century, late 1800s, with wooden pegs, no nails in it.
A lot of them had secret passageways.
I lived in a house once with secret passageways.
Never found a secret passageway, but we started hearing noises in the attic.
You could hear a sound like somebody dragging a trunk across the ceiling floor.
My mom would come out of her bedroom and knock on my door.
Do you hear that?
I'd say, yeah, I hear that, Mom.
One night, I had a friend of mine over, Gus, and we went up the stairs.
It was one of these deals where you pull open the door and there was a string that hung down from way up above that would pull a light.
Sure.
And we pulled on the light and nothing happened.
The light didn't work.
So we decided to go up the stairs and we would take two flashlights.
And Gus and I went up the attic stairs and we got up to the top and we each had a flashlight in our hand.
And up there was also a roll-away bed, one of those old roll-away beds that folds in half.
And somehow, this honestly got happened to us.
Both of our flashlights went out at exactly the same time.
And my belt got caught on one of the springs on that roll-away bed.
And it was like, it was like Laurel and Hardy.
We both fell down those stairs.
That would be me too.
See now, this sounds like a real story to me.
Other people chase skeletons.
Not me.
No, sir.
I'm down the steps with you.
We fell down those stairs and I finally went back up a couple of days later and changed that light bulb.
Then I decided, you know, this would be a great place, a groovy place, to have my bedroom.
I could put my Janis Joplin posters and my Jimi Hendrix posters up here and over here.
So you did.
And I did.
I made a bedroom up there.
Okay, we don't have a lot of time.
Well, anyway, to speed it up here, I started sensing that somebody was in the room with me.
Right.
Things would happen.
The car keys would disappear and then reappear.
Mine do all the time.
You could smell flowers.
You could smell things.
And there was a, at first it was like a pleasant presence of a, it felt like a feminine presence.
And then it became very oppressive.
I had to move back downstairs.
You had to move out of the room?
Yeah, I had to move out of the attic.
It was a great place to have a room at 15 years of age, 16 years of age, but it was... Haunted?
Yeah.
Yeah.
I've got you, sir.
Thank you.
I lived in a very unusual house.
We were near a place called Fort Ritchie, Maryland, in Blue Ridge Summit, Pennsylvania.
And the Mason-Dixon line actually crossed through our house.
Actually crossed right through our house, so you could, depending on what part.
We had a lot of trouble with taxes, where we paid taxes.
But the Mason-Dixon line cut through the house.
And this house was up on top of a mountain.
It was a very, very, very large house.
35 rooms.
An architecture that my mother called Early Halloween.
This place looked like your classic ghost house.
And it had secret passageways.
When I was young, well, we had a lot of fun with those.
And the secret passageways were left over from the days of slave trade, when people, Southerners, who were sympathetic to freedom for the slaves, had a kind of a system where they got them from the South to the North.
And this house had been one of those houses.
And as a result, there were secret passageways everywhere.
behind walls was really cool
wasn't haunted i never met a ghost there
as a teenager i spent a lot of time in those secret passageways that were
really cool well-cared liner on the air high
fire this is brian philadelphia listen in to twelve ten wph t what a monster
radio station that is the address of trouble getting it where i'm at
at the moment People, on the other hand, in Nova Scotia, they're receiving it just fine.
Well, I'm deep in the bowels of a building, and I've got to put the radio outside the door, and it's pretty crazy here.
You know, there is a solution for that.
Yeah.
And Bob Crane has got it.
Okay, I was going to ask you that.
Yeah, it's a little tiny FM transmitter, and what you do is hook it up to your AM radio, and it will then transmit on FM in perfect clarity So you put a second radio inside, and you listen on FM.
So what would you be tuned in under?
In other words, you're retransmitting the AM signal that your radio is receiving outside, and you're retransmitting it on FM.
So you just set it to a spot on the FM dial, you've got actually a little transmitter, and it's clear as a bell.
No pun intended?
No pun intended.
I'm not sure what kind of story this is exactly, but I consider it a ghost story.
And I guess like most ghost stories, the real creepiness doesn't kick in until the punchline, and it scares the heebie-jeebies out of me.
This happened about ten years ago at 10-11.
My grandmother died.
I was never really particularly close to her.
I was having a lot of trouble reconciling with the grief, and about three days afterwards, I had this dream, and initially, if it wasn't for the punchline, I would just dismiss this as a dream.
Sure.
It's one of those dreams where you dream that it's morning and you're waking up.
Oh, I've done that.
I hate those kind of dreams.
I've done that.
I've actually done that.
Yeah, it's like the dream pulls a trick on you and you get up and you think you're going about your morning.
That's right.
And there was a knock at the door, at my bedroom door, and my dad's saying, uh, someone's downstairs.
Actually, it's disorienting.
Yes.
Yeah, well, it's disorienting when you actually wake up and it's still dark.
Yeah, that's right.
And so at that moment, the knock comes.
Yeah, knock, and it's my dad at the door, and he's getting ready to get in the shower, and he's like, there's someone downstairs.
And I go downstairs, and there's a buddy of mine saying, my grandmother had come to his house and asked to be driven here.
And he came in, but my grandmother refused to come in.
She was standing out at the door.
And so I go to the door, and there's my grandmother looking older and more haggard than I'd ever remembered her looking.
And she's in bare feet, and it's snowing, and it was fall when she died.
We had had no snow.
And she's like scratching on the glass.
And I let go and I see her and I'm shocked.
And she just says, Brian, let me in.
And I just got really, really spooked by that.
And I'm like, just standing there saying, come in yourself.
And she's like, no, let me in.
And I refuse to do that.
And finally just went, you are not my grandmother.
And I closed the door on her.
And she started scratching on the glass, going, There is no heaven!
There is no heaven!
And it really, really spooked me out.
And I went in, and my friend gave me some kind of comment about, Man, you're really cold, or something like that.
And I went upstairs, and at the top of the steps, there was my father in a dripping wet towel, because he'd gotten out of the shower, and he just said, Uh, who was that?
And it was his mother.
Uh, that had died, and I just broke down crying, and all of a sudden, woke up.
Oh my gosh.
And I woke up, and it was the middle of the night, and I'm just shaking in bed, and I'm like, oh man, man, that was really, really scary.
And it bothered me for a couple of days, and I finally decided to mention it to the family.
Yes.
And when I mentioned it, my father got real, real quiet, and he said, 20 years before, when I was like, Three, maybe four years old.
We had this neighbor that lived next door.
She was an old woman who had never married.
She had gone a little loopy, and her relatives had carted her off to an institution.
My father had a dream one night that he heard a pounding on the door.
He got up out of bed, and he went to the upstairs window, and he leaned out.
And there was old Miss Esther, scratching on the glass, begging to be let in.
Oh, God.
And his only response to her was, you are not Miss Esther.
And he closed the window on her, and he went back to bed.
And then, of course, woke up himself.
A few days after that, he was at the supermarket, and he ran into Miss Esther's brother, who told her, oh, my sister just passed away this week.
Oh, brother.
I don't know what to make of that.
I don't believe it was the actual spirit.
Just out of curiosity, had you let her in, what do you think would have happened?
That is something that has just wracked my brain for 10 years.
Had either my father 30 years ago or myself 10 years ago actually said, yes, come in.
I just, the consequences really, really freak me out.
Or worse yet, have you done something sinfully wrong by not letting her in?
Well, there was just this overwhelming feeling of, that is something that is very wrong.
It was just, there was an all pervasive, like when I said to it, you are not my grandmother, it was not out of fear, it was not out of like, oh I don't want to deal with this.
There was a sense of, this is something masquerade.
I gotcha, and I can't handle it anymore.
Good night.
Okay, Art.
Oh, Matt's scratching at the window.
Let me in.
Cool!
Mama said there'll be days like this, there'll be days like this, Mama said.
Mama said, Mama said.
Mama said there'll be days like this, there'll be days like this, my Mama said.
Mama said, Mama said.
I went walking the other day and everything was going fine.
I met a little boy named Billy Joe and then it almost lost my mind.
Mama said there'll be days like this, there'll be days like this.
Midnight at the oasis, send your camel to bed.
Shadows paint in our faces, traces of romance in our heads.
Heaven's holding a happy moon, shining just for us.
Let's slip off to a sad new breeze soon.
Kick up a little dust, come on, canvases are fresh.
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From actually very serious cactus country out here, indeed.
I don't think too many programs come from this part of the world, but we do.
And this is kind of interesting, from Charleston, South Carolina, which is a pretty spooky place, I'd like to say,
anyway.
Hi, Art.
My husband and I loved having this little black cat named Bucky in our lives for 15 years.
She was correctly labeled as intuitive, intelligent, funny, and loving by many.
She... passed away last January.
After her death, I instinctively told my husband that we would never Find a soul as special as hers if we took in a hundred cats.
And that's when the felines began inundating us.
Well, we took many pictures of the first group of four premature kittens that we bottle-raised, and in the upper corner of one is a fuzzy, cloudy shape that is easily recognized as Bucky, sitting upright With her tail smugly wrapped around her body.
We'll send you the picture today.
We're now up to 11 new cats and kittens now.
It seems an appropriate loving prank that she's been able to play on us after her departure from this life.
Kathy and Michael in Charleston, South Carolina.
Yeah, I'd buy that one all the way.
Cats are as individual and full of soul as we are.
And that may apply to other animals, as you know, a cat fancier.
So would they make themselves apparent after this life?
Oh, yes, indeed.
First time caller on the line or on the air?
Hello.
Hello, Art.
Yes.
This is Sterling from Oregon.
Yes, Sterling.
Got a good one.
This one happened when I was about 14.
We lived in a church.
You lived in a church?
Yeah.
Well, we had moved to Alaska to a town, and my dad was a caretaker of this really, really large church, and so we lived inside of it.
And they had a little apartment that was all attached to the side of it.
One would think a church would be a relatively safe place to live.
Oh, yeah.
You would, but no.
It started like, oh, I don't know, probably four months after we got there, you'd hear people like, knock on the door.
You'd go to the door and answer it, and nobody there.
Nobody there.
And they had the typical church doors where, you know, you have the push bar, and you have the little window that's probably a foot long and six inches wide, so you can look through, you know, until you shut the door, and you turn around, and boom, boom, boom, on the door again, and you spin back around, and you're looking out Through the door and there's nobody there.
So I'm like, okay.
So I start telling my parents that really weird things are going on.
They're like, well, just keep it quiet.
It's probably just kids playing jokes and all this.
So then I started going down.
One night it got really bad.
It started getting worse towards the end of the summer going into the winter.
It started getting really, really bad, and I walked downstairs.
My mom told me to go get my dad, so I was going downstairs one night, and I passed by the youth pastor's office, and I just glanced in.
Well, here's this black ghost of a figure, and I said, the only thing I can ever equate it out is, I don't know if you remember the old Equalizer, that show that used to be on TV?
I do.
The Equalizer.
Remember how he stood in front of that car in the beginning of the show?
Yes, sir.
Well, that's what this thing kind of looked like.
This is in the counselor's office?
Yeah, in the youth pastor's office.
I would see just kind of this outline of this person.
You could tell it looked like a person.
It's really hard to describe because you could tell it was a person.
You could see his face, but yet it wasn't real distinct.
Then he would just kind of be crouched down.
And then he would just kind of shake his head like in a no, like no, you know, and just kind of shake his head and look away.
And then he would disappear, you know.
And I saw this guy like, oh man, dozens of times.
And every single time after he would disappear I would think, okay, next time I'm going to ask him where he comes from or why he's here or something, you know.
And then a few days later I would see him and you'd be standing there just going, Say something stupid and nothing would come out of your mouth, you know?
Yeah, you're in shock.
Yeah, you're just, you're kind of like frozen.
And my brain is thinking, ask him where he's from.
Yes.
And then your mouth is going, yeah, okay.
And you just, you can't talk.
And it just, it just got, it just got so outrageous.
They had built me a room because the house was only designed for just a family with no children.
So they had built my room off Off one of the end of the classrooms upstairs.
Right.
And that's when all heck tore loose.
What do you mean by that?
Well, the church was kind of in a big octagon shape.
Yes.
And so because of fire code, they had to put a door from our apartment into my room and then also a door on the opposite side.
Right.
So people could pass through if there was a fire.
Well, this door was right adjacent to a classroom.
So I'd lay down, oh, I don't know, one o'clock or so at night.
You'd be sitting there listening to the radio or whatever, and all of a sudden you'd hear just tables and chairs and stuff just being thrown all over the place.
It sounded like somebody was demolishing the room.
So you'd go over to the door and I'd open up the door and you'd look.
And you think you're just losing your mind.
There's nothing out of place, nothing going on.
You shut the door, and then you're standing six inches from the door, and the doorknob's rattling back and forth, the door's banging in the latch, and it's a loose-fitting door, and it's just going bang, bang, bang, like this.
You're like, um, and then you grab the knob and I'm almost shaking telling you the story again because it was such a, it was such a thing when I, when I, especially being that age, it was just quite a traumatic thing.
But you'd grab it, swing it open and there's just nothing there.
Nothing there.
You know, and it just, it just, it perpetually got worse and worse and worse.
Finally, I would, I just wouldn't sleep in that room anymore.
I'd sleep over on the living room floor.
And then they decided, because the living room was attached right to the kitchen, so then this thing or things or whatever decided that the kitchen door was the door to play with now.
And they went to the kitchen door and rattled that all night long.
How long did you have to put up with this?
Oh my gosh.
Well, until they moved me to Wisconsin.
They sent me to go live with my uncle in Wisconsin.
Oh man, it was, uh, let's see, we moved there July of 83, and I left, uh, let's see, August, September, September of 84, so a little over a year.
I gotcha.
Alright, well that's horrible.
That's horrible.
Horrible.
The only thing that could be worse would be the special effects you see in horror movies, where a wood door bows inward.
But I mean, to sit there shaking with a knob going back and forth.
And then to grab it and open it and have nothing be there.
I couldn't go through that.
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Good morning, Art.
This is Craig from Northern California, listening to you on KSRO 1350.
Craig, welcome.
Speak good and loud for me.
Okay.
Your union callers have scared me pretty good tonight.
I was driving down the 101 freeway.
I don't know if you're aware of Northern California freeways.
I certainly know about 101.
I even know about one, that twisty little thing that goes through the fog.
Yeah, I was coming back from Eureka here, back to Santa Rosa from a business trip.
Pretty dark out there on the 101 and your colors are talking about red eyes.
That's right.
All these things, and it started burying me deeper and deeper in my seat as I'm driving down the road.
Looking in my rearview mirror, there's red lights.
Fortunate for me, it wasn't the supernatural.
It was the California Highway Patrol reminding me to slow down.
The knife officer didn't give me a ticket.
I told him what I was listening to.
But the story that I have for you is as true as I can believe.
It was told to me about ten years ago by a Boy Scout leader of mine.
I was in a Boy Scout troop when I was younger through a Mormon church.
This was a Mormon guy, a real nice guy.
And he took us up to Filmont, New Mexico on a trek, about an 80-mile trek into the mountains.
We were up above the tree line about 11,000 to 12,000 feet in the air.
And one night we were telling stories, this was about the 4th or 5th night of the trip, and we were all pretty worn out and he was telling me he's a Hawaiian guy, his name is Alton, and he had come over to the United States when he was a teenager.
Well, anyway, he was telling me this story.
Him and a friend, when he was younger, about 14 or 15 or 16, I guess he had just gotten his driver's license, took a couple of girls out on a date, and they decided to scare him.
They were going to give him a good scare, so they took him to a cemetery.
In Hawaii, if you know anything about Hawaiian cemeteries, they are very sacred places and people leave food for the deceased and you don't touch the food.
You don't walk on the graves.
That's right.
Several other things.
So they left the car, they pulled up to the cemetery and left the car and ran around the other side of the cemetery and were going to sneak up on the girls in the back.
I guess it was like a 5140.
It was a huge car.
And as they came up behind it, They thought the girls were laughing in the back seat.
The car was kind of rocking back and forth.
As they got closer, they could tell they weren't laughing, that they were actually screaming.
So they ran up to the car, and at this point, the car was going end-on-end, side-to-side.
The tires were coming off the ground the way he was describing.
Oh, my!
They finally got the car door open.
They couldn't open the door.
They tried for minutes, and finally the car stopped shaking.
Open a door and their girlfriends were frantic talking about red eyes.
There's red eyes just all in the windows and they were just totally frantic.
They got in the car and they drove home immediately.
Well, when they got home, my friend Alton noticed he felt some pain underneath his sock.
And he pulled back his sock and there was a bite mark on his ankle.
A bite mark?
A bite mark.
And he thought, oh, I must have tripped.
I must have hit something.
And the next morning, he lived with his father and his grandfather, and his grandfather was an old Hawaiian, kind of like a medicine man, a very wise old man.
He was telling his grandpa what had happened.
He was laughing about it, and his grandpa said, uh-uh, it's bad stuff.
Yes, it is.
You've got to make amends for what you did, and that is a bite mark that you have.
Well, his older brother was in the same room, and his grandfather was describing what he had done, and his older brother Really, the way Alton described it to me, he disliked being Hawaiian.
He disliked his culture.
He said, oh, you guys are full of beans.
There's no such thing as those types of things.
Later that night, his older brother had talked him into going back to the cemetery, and all of them reluctantly went.
They ran all over the cemetery, from one end to the other, over graves, kicking over food, the whole nine yards.
When they got back, his brother had A lot of pain.
They woke up their mom and mom came in the room and he took down his pants and they counted over 200 bites all over his body.
In fact, they had to go to the hospital to have some of these sewn up.
You're sure of this?
Yes.
I kind of have some proof of it.
The doctor at this particular hospital, the way Alton described it to me, was a white man from Connell, United States.
He was about ready to call the police.
He said, look, obviously there's abuse going on in the house.
I don't believe your, you know, podunk story of ghosts biting you and such.
So he, in fact, called the local police chief who came out.
He was Hawaiian himself, and he knew exactly what that was from.
No charges were pressed, but Alton was also bitten again in the hip where he needed to
have several stitches.
To this day he still has that bite mark in both his ankles, very deep.
She showed them both to me.
They are bite marks.
They are teeth marks.
You can see the indentations of the individual teeth.
In fact he says he doesn't have too much contact with his brother to this day, but he told
me that in fact when he talks to his brother, his brother still talks about how he doesn't
wear a lot, several, he doesn't wear shorts because he is embarrassed of the scars all
over his legs that he received from that.
I gotta tell you, even going back in your story to coming up on a car, literally shaking with its tires coming off the ground on each side and girls inside screaming.
Right.
Could I go up to that car?
Could I open that door?
I don't.
I think.
Tough luck, girls.
I'm out of there.
I think I would agree with you.
He wasn't aware of the folklore until after he had talked to his grandfather.
I went to Hawaii when I was about 10 or 11, and my family and I had toured some cemeteries, and I remember specifically the guide saying, stay on the path, never touch the food.
And it was a funny thing.
People put McDonald's bags with, you know, Quarter Pounder with cheese next to the grave sites because they believe that the deceased still eat and need food and water and drink and they need company and conversation.
Well, I can understand that.
A good Quarter Pounder, every now and then, here or there, would certainly make sense.
Do you have any idea, just out of curiosity, why so many stories like this come from the islands?
Why there are so many Hawaiian stories?
Well, you're talking about a culture of several hundred, if not thousands, of years.
We are all mutts from other nations where they had their culture and we were displaced when we came here on boats.
Those people have several hundred, if not thousands, of years of written culture and ideals and stories where we really don't.
We're basically the newest country in the world.
I'm not even 300 years old, so we haven't really had the time to put together our stories and our folklore and such.
Well, that's true, and it's a good point, and I certainly appreciate your call, sir.
Thank you.
Thank you, Mr. Bell.
And the vision of that car rocking back and forth to the degree that its tires are coming off the road, the surface, with two girls screaming inside, that'll be with me for a while.
And this whole thing about red eyes, glowing red eyes, it comes up again and again and again when we do nights like we have done tonight.
So tonight, when you get home, or if you're on the road, I'd keep an extra eye out for those red eyes.
That's never good.
Red eyes are never good.
Well listen folks, I'm sorry to say that's it for tonight.
Don't forget we've got nine, I say again, nine new ghost photographs from just tonight on the website www.artbell.com.
Now tomorrow night, you're going to definitely want to listen.
Because a good friend of mine, Mike Murphy, who's done the same kind of material that I've been doing for years on KCMO in Kansas City, is going to be filling in.
I think you'll find it a fascinating experience.
He's going to have Mark Davenport here, and it's going to be a good night.
That's Mike Murphy, tomorrow night on Coast.
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