Art Bell’s Ghost to Ghost episode features eerie accounts like Debbie and Jen’s 1995 V-shaped UFO sighting over Utah, a Salina police officer’s vanished scythe-wielding specter, and a Denver boy’s red, invisible entity that fled after an apology. Callers describe trapped spirits tied to unresolved trauma—such as a woman earthbound in Kansas after her son’s suspicious death or a maid’s disturbances linked to hidden glass negatives—while others report poltergeist activity, glowing apparitions, and shared dreams like Unknown 16583’s furnace-room experience. Bell ties these stories to lingering fears or secrets, suggesting spirits may be bound by unfinished business, before teasing Dr. Michio Kaku’s upcoming appearance. [Automatically generated summary]
From the high desert and the great American Southwest, I've been to all good evening and or good morning wherever you may be across this green land of ours.
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Coming up tonight, ghost to ghost a.m.
Nothing but ghost stories all night long, with the exception of what we're going to do here in a moment.
Because there is news from Peter Davenport at the National UFO Recording Center in Seattle, Washington.
So we will do that, and then we will proceed with the balance of the night in nothing but ghost stories.
As promised, my popular request, one more night of ghosts to ghosts.
So that's all directly ahead.
Don't move.
All right.
Here he comes one more time with me, Peter Davenport, who runs the National UFO Reporting Center in Seattle, Washington, takes hotline calls when stuff is happening like now, and takes online reports when it's happened, you know, a little while ago or in the future.
We certainly have, and tonight's program, I think, will be no exception.
We're running short of time, or we don't have a lot of time tonight.
I don't want to keep those ghosts waiting at the bottom of the hour.
What I would like to do is give a short preface.
We've got two guests who are standing by, I know, and I'm anxious to hear them tell in their own words what they saw over Clearfield, Utah.
That's just south of Ogden, just north of Salt Lake City, and just east of the Great Salt Lake.
This was Thursday night, last week, the 20th of April, year 2000.
They saw something that is astonishing.
And part of the reason I thought I would like to feature this case and sort of close out a long string on coast to coast with this one is because we have heard this type of story before.
We have time tonight, of course, to do only one story, but we have heard this type of report recently on several occasions.
Well, I had been at my friend Jen's house watching a movie, and it was time to go home.
And we walked out of her condo into the parking lot, and as soon as we stepped outside, we could see what we thought was a flock of geese flying overhead.
And Jen pointed at him and said, oh, look, you know, some geese.
And when we looked at him for a few seconds, we realized it was dark outside, the moon was not up, and geese do not glow.
When you say illuminated geese, when you really looked at them, this is for both of you, was there finally any question that these were or were not geese?
And we both felt that these were maybe two ships together because of the way that they were shaped.
It was more irregular than the others, but when we talked about it a couple of days later, we thought that possibly it was two sets of seven, one flying slightly above the other one.
I really like to ask this because my wife and I went through it.
And so what was it like between the two of you after all this happened?
Obviously, at some point, you went back inside and you sat down and talked about it.
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Well, we, first off, were going, we were still standing outside and we kept asking, what do we do?
What are we going to do?
And we kept saying over and over again, oh my gosh, oh my gosh.
That was our most common statement between the two of us and commenting on what is it trying to eliminate the possibilities of searchlight, of airplanes, of everything else as they kept flying over.
Most people don't get that much of a show, you know, one after another after another.
That's great.
And so you really had an opportunity to observe.
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Well, I think the thing that we were talking about afterwards that was the most profound for us was the silence.
I lived on Beale Air Force Base and saw SR-71s flying in and out all of the time and thought they were the most beautiful flying objects I have ever seen.
But this, Debbie and I were commenting on how graceful and how majestic these were flying or cruising in their silence.
And that's what impressed me the most about it, was just seeing them cruise across the sky just in this graceful mode as though they had command of the universe.
And that's what took me by surprise more than that.
I thought our audience would like to hear us close off with that case, Art.
It was dramatic.
Five groups of lights streaking overhead.
One thing they didn't emphasize is they went almost from horizon to horizon in five to ten seconds, estimated time.
I'm going to be talking about this case and many others like it up in Vancouver, B.C. on the 6th of May, just about a week and a half from now at the planetarium up there.
It's going to be at the planetarium in Vancouver, B.C., 7.30 p.m. on Saturday, the 6th of May, just about a week and a half from now, sponsored by the UFO BC group up there.
And I'm looking forward to it tremendously.
I think it's going to be a good program.
But we have a lot of cases.
What we've touched on, you know, just a general statement, despite the many, many programs we've done, I think I've probably presented less than 1% or a fraction thereof of all the material we have up here.
All right, just a couple of things before we begin.
One, I just took a webcam photograph of my wild cat, Comet.
I have a wild cat.
When I tell you that this cat is wild, I'm telling you this cat is as wild as any creature, large cat, you would encounter in an unexpected way on a mountain or maybe on the flats in Africa.
I mean, this is a wild cat, folks.
And if you look carefully at the picture on the webcam right now, there is no mistaking the wildness of the eyes.
You can see what this cat is.
It has become our friend, but to the rest of the world, it will always be a wild cat.
And if you look carefully at it right now, you will see that wildness in those eyes.
It's on my webcam.
now i've got one thing i would like to read before we begin this is a I get a lot of ghost stories from cops.
I got a big wood burner downstairs, and throughout the summertime, what we would do, instead of taking it out the trash, I'd just stick it in the wood burner and run upstairs to put it in the garbage, right?
Well, listen, bless your heart for telling that story.
I say again, that's a very disturbing story.
Because in trying to determine what a ghost is, whether it's some sort of endless remnant of a soul that has left, or it's actually the continued consciousness of a person who has passed away, there's really a big difference between the two.
As you listen to these stories, there can be no doubt, and there will be no doubt if you continue to listen.
The disturbing, edgy part of all this is imagining yourself as a soul, as a spirit, suddenly dead, but not gone.
Still here with attachment to something like a house or an apartment or a car or whatever it would be.
Your soul, in essence, everything that you are trapped in this physical place.
That's why I think that kind of story is so disturbing because it makes one lean toward the local haunting aspect, the consciousness trapped, the spirit trapped.
And that's a pretty damn frightening thought when you think it over.
Wildhard Line, you're on the air.
Hi.
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Hi, Art.
This is the Flatiron Arts Building in Chicago, Wicker Park neighborhood.
Now, I thought it had been an unflattering painting.
Your artist friend could be mush by now.
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You're absolutely right.
We haven't thought about it.
Now, mind you, this building was created in 1913, and it is in the neighborhood that was frequented by Nelson Algman, and it has its ups and its downs, and so on.
It's much like Paris was in 1925.
We now have another artist who is from Japan.
This is a young woman who attends the Art Institute of Chicago.
The city of Achan, and I'm sure I'm mispronouncing that, that's A-C-H-A-N, formerly one of Germany's perimeter cities, was reduced to a pile of rubble by Allied forces during World War II.
Our unit, the U.S. Army 303rd Medium Maintenance Company, happened to be passing through the city in 1945.
The war was still underway, and as expected, the atmosphere was very hostile.
Looking for a place of comparative safety to bunk down, we located two intact adjoining rooms in what had previously been an apartment complex.
The only object of interest in these rooms was a grandfather clock, which was not running.
Unable to resist a challenge of this type, we managed to make the clock operative.
As the rooms were small, we decided that six GIs sleep in each room.
Sleep we did, until the clock struck 2 a.m.
I don't know what woke me, perhaps that clock.
Within seconds, the wailing began, the most unearthly sound that I've ever heard.
The wailing continued for approximately eight to ten minutes and then abruptly stopped.
Silence prevailed, except the ticking of the clock.
I positioned my rifle barrel in the direction of the door and held that position, anticipating the arrival of the sergeant of the guard.
He was scheduled to wake up the relief guard at 4 a.m.
Upon opening of the door and directing his flashlight into the room, he was greeted by six gun barrels pointing in his direction.
He checked the second room and found the same condition existed.
All the occupants were awake and heard the wailing.
Neither the guard on duty nor anyone outside those two rooms heard the wailing.
It was never determined what the source of the wailing was, but it was determined prudent to sleep elsewhere.
All the way from World War II.
We'll be right back.
All right, here we go.
We continue now with Ghost to Ghost A.M. West to the Rockies.
Well, we had kids, but, you know, we'd ask them and they wouldn't know, and most likely they weren't touching it because we'd check in their room and there was nothing ever there.
By the way, that activity would be described more along the polargeist line so far.
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Yeah, but I mean, you know, nothing, nothing, I mean, once in a while you'd hear something kind of drop or whatever, you know, but nothing, I mean, there was no physical, you know, we had little kids, so, you know, we, you know, it didn't get too worried.
Anyway, there was one day and we were sitting around in the front room, and I was sitting in a chair by the door, and there were three or four of my friends, and we were having a few beers, and just sitting back and talking.
It was a nice day.
And we had a cat that was given to us by a friend of my wife's who got married, and her husband was allergic to cats, so they had to get rid of it.
So we adopted this cat.
And it was a very unusual cat, kind of quiet, not wild like yours.
But, you know, it was an interesting cat, had a personality, you know.
And so anyway, we were sitting there and this cat come running up close to where I was sitting and sat down and looked up over my right shoulder like it was looking at something there.
Well, the new owners, after about a year, oh, six months or a year, contacted my sister and myself because there was some odd things happening.
And we went over there, and it was a young couple, and the father or father-in-law was helping with the renovations because it was an old house.
It didn't get a lot of work.
How did they even find you?
I have no idea.
Okay.
Probably through their realtors, the only thing I can think of.
I would imagine.
So anyway, my sister and I went over and the gentleman's father was very upset, very, very agitated, and it was quite obvious that we weren't really welcome there.
But the young couple, they took us down to the basement, and they had been seeing this image down there of a very tall young man with dark hair.
But he had something shiny on his left breast, like a police badge.
Oh, my.
So, within the year, they sold the house.
They got the hell out of there.
They were very, very uncomfortable.
So, about two years pass, the next new owners of the house track used out.
Good morning and welcome to Ghost to Ghost AM, nothing but ghost stories all night long.
In a long series, many, many years now, of doing these programs, I can tell you this.
If you will listen through the night, by the time the night is over, you will have no doubt that the soul, the spirit, the consciousness, survives death.
The question, I think, is in what manner?
And the troubling story is for me.
And I sympathize with that last caller very much, who was haunted, in effect, by his own family that remained in the house where they had lived.
And I understand that the caller, in his mind, was able to rationalize that there may be not time on the other side, as there is here, and therefore they may be In two places at one time.
But I think the worrisome thing that we have to acknowledge is the possibility that we should take the reports at face value.
And so, certainly, the possibility that these entities are, in fact, all that is of these people left, the soul, the consciousness, is in fact here on earth, is in fact trapped in a physical place, and a rather small one at that.
You have to imagine that as one of the strong possibilities.
Listen to this.
My best friend was around 12 years old, growing up in Denver, and had a fight with his parents.
He stormed off to his room, screaming, I hate you, and slammed the door.
His mom didn't appreciate it and wanted him to apologize, but he said it again and again with his, my mom walked out of the room again and again, I hate you, I hate you.
She kept trying to talk to him, but he kept screaming, I hate you, until he began to get hoarse.
At some point, some entity began to appear in his room near him.
He saw a red outline of the being, but otherwise it was invisible.
He felt a chill as it came near him.
Sat down, making an impression on the bed, an actual physical impression.
At that point, he freaked out, screamed Jesus, and started apologizing profusely to his mother.
Began screaming, I'm sorry, hoarsely.
The thing shot up straight through the ceiling.
It's not that he thought that his mom sent the thing to curse him back, but he definitely realized the chanting of, I hate you, invited whatever it was in.
Well, one day I came home from work early because I wanted to watch this movie that I knew I wouldn't be able to watch in front of my children because, you know, they interrupt and you want to really pay attention.
So I came home early and I started watching this movie.
And I kept checking the clock on the wall to make sure, you know, to see what time they'd be coming home.
Sure.
So about toward the end of the movie, I heard this big, like, crash, not like a big crash in my living room, but like something had hit the floor.
So I turn around because the TV was in the corner, okay?
So I had my back to basically the whole living room.
So I turn around and I look for what fell down, but I didn't see anything.
So I thought, okay, maybe it's just me because when you have no furniture in a room, it's an echo, like a big sound.
A friend of mine was working on the Alaska Railroad, and we had to kind of, as you say, talked him into letting me go on a little special trip that he only about once every six months.
He got to do a little run down, it was probably about 70 miles southeast of Anchorage.
And the reason why I wanted to go on this was because it was actually a little rail that goes inside a mountain.
And they actually had a base inside this mountain, which really kind of intrigued me at the time.
So I thought, well, you know, anybody that digs out the mountain, you know, it takes the time to dig out a mountain.
It's got to be something worth looking at.
You bet.
So finally, after much, how do you say, finagling, because it was kind of a military base, he finally let me go one weekend when everybody was kind of like in transition between different, I guess they had, because you had to literally live in this mountain when you got shipped in here.
So it was kind of weird.
It was like, once you got into the, you know, through the 20-minute railroad trip, you're pretty much locked in.
Wow.
So once we got in there, sir, to make a long story short, I'm kind of like one of the very inquisitive types.
And he had said, basically, look, you know, here's a uniform.
Don't talk to anybody.
Just follow me.
You know, we're going to, in fact, it was kind of interesting.
There was only three buildings inside of it, including one way off to the side.
And it was like a little lake inside that actually was a very strange, surreal scene, but it was a 10,000-foot mountain.
Just going through a 20-minute trip to go actually inside of it.
And then once you got out, you got off the train.
It was a military hospital, what looked like kind of an air base building, kind of like one of those old military buildings.
Sure.
And the explanation was that they had built some of these things after the war and things like that.
Well, one late night, because ironically the only other building was a little bar in between there.
I guess alcohol finds its way in any place.
So one late night after my friend had completed his shift and all of that, everything was kind of quiet.
And I was kind of taking little notes and like that, but I wasn't allowed to bring cameras or nothing like that, because trust me, I would have, I could have.
And he went to bed, and I'm just kind of listening to the wind howl, which never stopped howling.
I finally went downstairs.
It was kind of, how do you say, blowing across the parking lot.
I kind of got it to the point where I could actually take my jacket and kind of parasail across the parking lot.
So I finally got across the parking lot, and we're talking about maybe 1 o'clock in the morning.
It's pretty dark.
It's about this time, about 4 years ago.
So it's about 45 degrees, and the wind's still going around.
And I'm just kind of looking around, and at that point, I catch a flickering light over in the corner, and I go over there, and it was by the little river.
Actually, it was like a little lake.
And I asked my friend if we could fish over there, and he goes, no, you don't really want to fish in that water.
It's kind of a strange water.
So as I'm walking around the side of the building, I see somebody there fishing in the water.
I'm thinking, okay, this is strange.
One o'clock in the morning, maybe he's bored.
And I would be too if I was trapped inside a mountain.
So I went over there and it was like a guy in a train outfit, but it was more of a worker outfit.
And it was a gentleman of Escamaro Persuasion.
And he was just fishing very quietly.
He had a little lantern, a whole shot, and he seemed to be humming or chanting or something like that, but it was very low-key.
So I walked up very quietly to him.
And I think he noticed, and he finally looked around at me and didn't really acknowledge me, but went back and was fishing.
So I kind of walked up a little nearer, and finally I was about three feet away from him.
I went, sir, sir, I'm sorry to bother you, but are you catching anything in here?
And he looks around at me and he looks like past me, almost through me.
He looks up and I'm like going, okay, why is he looking behind me?
And I turn around and I'm like looking up and I'm looking at the inside of the mountain and it's kind of neat the way the lights kind of shimmer off the inside of the snow and like that.
But as I'm looking up, I catch this little like, almost like a little kind of a red light, but I'm not quite sure what I'm seeing.
And all of a sudden it was the strangest noise you ever heard.
It was like almost a compression sound.
But what it was was an actual vehicle.
Somehow, not to say your black triangle kind of thing.
It was a black triangle vehicle.
And the most amazing thing was it goes from a ghost story to a UFO story because when I turned around, he's gone.
So as I'm looking up and I'm thinking, what am I looking at here?
And the most amazing thing was it wasn't shifting anything on the side of the mountain far as the snow.
There was nothing far as a rumble.
There was nothing.
It was just almost the compression and almost felt like myself getting lifted up.
And I look back and there's no rod, there's no reel, there's nothing.
And I'm thinking, okay, maybe he's just trying to show me something.
So literally, as the vehicle kind of goes down, it just kind of like literally just twirls around and then shoots back up and it's gone.
And I'm thinking, you know, I wish I had landed, but seriously, I'm thinking to myself, I must thank this gentleman for shedding a little clarity in my life.
Now, her grandmother and her grandfather had divorced about three weeks before this.
And these people were in their upper 70s and had been married for goodness over 50 years.
And it was strange to us that they got a divorce.
And when we got up there, we found out that they had found her in the garage, that she had turned her car on, and she had killed herself by the fumes.
And that's strange anyway.
But what had happened was the doors were locked.
The garage door was locked, and the door that led into the house was also locked.
And this woman had a little over $75,000 in a savings.
And my ex-wife, the only child that they had was my ex-wife's father.
And he had been in and out of trouble with the law, and he never did get a job.
He lived with them up into his 40s and recently had moved out because of a fight when they had broke up.
The grandmother decided she wasn't going to keep her son no more, and she told him he had to get out and get a job.
So me and my ex-wife was kind of thinking something was up because he got all the money.
And my ex-wife's grandfather had moved to Arizona.
And so he didn't get any of it.
And all of a sudden, this guy is spending all this money.
He's going out and buying these crazy things.
And this is within just a few days of the funeral.
And he also had her body burnt, which she wanted to be buried in Michigan where she was born.
And we were all upset over this.
And we tried to stop it, but we couldn't because he had all the rights to do this.
And I'll tell you what happened.
We stayed for two weeks up there.
And when we come back home, back to Middle Tennessee, all kinds of strange, weird things started happening in the home we were living in at the time.
First, our children were telling us that something was coming in and out of their bedroom, and they were small, and we didn't think anything of it.
And then my wife told me that I worked third, and she told me that all through the night she'd be sitting on the couch and she'd see these little shadows out of the corner of her eye.
And I've done that a thousand times, and I always just passed that off as just a glance at something and you're not sure what it was, and you jump to conclusions on it.
So I never listened to her.
But it got more and more and more and more.
And finally, one day, I'm laying in bed.
This is in the daytime.
I worked the third shift, so I had my windows all aluminum foiled so it was getting dark in there.
And I had a fan going so I wouldn't hear the outside noise.
I've been in bed probably about, I guess maybe 10 minutes, and I wasn't asleep yet.
And my bed started trembling, like what it would tremble is if a large truck had drove by.
Yes.
I sat up in my bed.
I'm thinking, this is weird.
And it keeps on trembling.
So I get up out of my bed.
I go to the door.
As soon as I open the door and light comes in the room, the bed stops.
I'm thinking, okay, you know, something caused it.
It's nothing.
It's not a big deal.
So I go back to bed, turn the light out.
I'm laying there 15, maybe 16 minutes, just about getting to the point of being tired.
It's pitch dark in here.
All of a sudden, I get really cold.
And I feel somebody, literally, and this is, I mean, literally feel somebody move the hair away from my ear.
Oh, man.
Set, then I'm being honest, and sit on the bed.
You know, when somebody sits on the bed, you can feel it.
Oh, yes.
And they whisper, John.
And I'm like, you know, I said, Angie, and that's my wife's name.
And she didn't say nothing.
I raised up fast, you know, and I was freaking out.
And it was so cold in there.
And I could hear scattering noises, like, you know, like if somebody was running about in my room, I screamed.
And it wasn't like a girl scream.
I yelled, Angie!
And I guess a minute or two after I had yelled that two or three times, she'd come rushing in and opened the door, and she's like, what's the matter with you?
And I said, somebody just whispered John in my ear, and that was her dad's name.
Okay, that was the biggest thing that happened to me.
And then after that night, I also started seeing the little shadows on my days off when I'd be up late at night from working third and I couldn't sleep at night.
I'd constantly see them.
Weird things were happening.
The microwave oven in the kitchen would come on and start running for no reason.
And, you know, my father would say, oh, well, it's just microwave.
Who knows?
Electrical problems could cause that or whatever.
Nobody wanted to listen to us.
And it would get cold.
And I started seeing the shadows.
The kids kept complaining of it.
Angie had said that the bed would tremble on her.
I felt it several times.
This all went on for almost a year without stopping to the point where we had a friend over who was staying with us at the time.
She went back to where she was living because she said she couldn't sleep there.
Because she said she'd have too many bad dreams and weird things happened to her at night that she couldn't explain.
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 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.
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When my wife and I were first married about 30 years ago, I was a stockbroker and she was, well, a housewife.
We purchased a new home in a housing tract that was built upon an old horse ranch in the northwest side of the San Fernando Valley in Southern California.
I always thought there was something not quite right about the house in the area, but didn't give it a lot of thought.
You know, an oise here or there for no reason.
Well, one night around 10 o'clock, my wife and I went to bed.
She was wearing a purple flannel outfit.
Nothing unusual.
Just another night in the valley.
We'd been there for about 20 minutes.
I'd not yet quite fallen asleep, just, you know, sort of in and out of the twilight zone thinking about that day's events.
I looked over at the bathroom ten feet away.
The door was open, and the nightlight was on.
There, at the bathroom door, my wife was standing.
I was a bit surprised and asked her, what are you doing up?
She said, huh?
And it was evident by her response that she was in the bed next to me.
As soon as she said, huh, the image standing at the door vanished.
Well, and listen, just quickly, while you're telling that dog story, as the ghost was disappearing, you know, dissipating, I have a dingo, and he came in from the other room, smiled up at me, put his tongue on the phone, right on the mouthpiece of the phone.
Yeah, while you were talking about that dog, and he was smiley, you know, he has a smile.
And then he just settled right down, and he's sleeping.
The phone rang, and it was my mother to tell me that my aunt that lived with her, her sister, had been a nurse for many, many years, and she had fallen, and she had thought and broken her hip, but she wouldn't let her call an ambulance.
So I had to rush up to the house and get the ambulance and go through all that and get in the hospital.
Well, she survived that, but she died of pneumonia.
So a few weeks after that was all over, I was in my apartment and I was standing at the kitchen thinking all of a sudden, you know how you get that little feeling on the back of your neck that you should turn around, there's somebody looking at you?
I mean, everybody always, the current relationship, right, is a one that you certainly imagine would be waiting for you on the other side, should you die at this time.
But it may not be that way.
It may be your hellish shrew of an ex is over there waiting for you.
If you were to select the best of your stories, what would it be?
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Well, actually, I'll tell you a story.
Just before I formed the Ghost Hunter Society, it was one of my first hands-on ghost hunting experiences.
Now, my family's been riddled with ghost stories, and I've experienced some weird things in my time, but this particular story took place in the Northwest suburbs at a, at the time it was a restaurant.
Unfortunately, I can't divulge where that is.
That's fine.
But I happened to know the night manager there.
And he invited us over.
We didn't know why.
He knew my interest in the paranormal.
So he invited myself and a friend, and we stayed after closing hours.
And he proceeded to tell me that strange things were going on in this restaurant.
For instance, some of the wait staff were feeling pushes and pinches, turning around, and no one was there.
Temperature would fluctuate.
Computers, oddly enough, just like yours, would go a little haywire.
The chandelier in the grand ballroom would start swinging back and forth on its own.
And one of the oddest things that occurred at this establishment was an elevator.
Now, it just seems like a normal elevator, but this elevator would travel between floors up and down only at night.
I had a hard time believing that.
I had him take us on a small tour of the basement area, you know, places that normal customers didn't have access to.
And we walked around, and he showed us the elevator shaft.
Now, mind you, there are only four of us in this restaurant.
Himself, his assistant manager, myself, and my friend Scott.
We are all downstairs in the basement.
He shows us the small wine cellar, which is right next to the elevator shaft service area.
He opens up the service area shaft, and we all step inside, and he goes, look how small this is.
As soon as he says that, the elevator starts coming down on top of us.
So, needless to say, we experienced the same feelings that you described and headed out of that elevator shaft.
Regrouped back up in the central area, where he proceeded to tell us, the night manager proceeded to tell us that more experiences had occurred up in the upstairs level from the wait staff of the pinching and the pushing.
So I decided to go up there on my own, and everyone else stayed down below.
I thought only girls in low-cut gowns did that kind of stuff.
unidentified
At this point, I think that they didn't want to experience anything else that evening.
But I had just gotten warmed up, so I wanted to go upstairs and check out the upstairs level.
Well, as I was going up the stairs, the night manager had also told me that an apparition was seen on that same stairway that I was ascending.
So as I ascended up this dark stairway up into the upper level, of course, all the lights were off.
I proceeded to walk around.
In about five minutes, I felt a cold spot in the middle of the dining room.
At that point, I had heard footsteps coming up the stairway only to find that it was my friend Scott, who has now become my administrative officer for the organization.
And he joined me in trying to find this cold spot.
Now, keep in mind, this was a July evening.
Temperature outside was relatively about maybe 82, 83 degrees.
And we were inside the building, and we felt this cold spot, about 20 degrees lower than the ambient temperature.
I know that you should tell somebody, if there was a death and it had occurred in a property, you should tell them that it had occurred, although I don't know what the statute will be.
I appreciate the call, and lots of luck to you ghost hunting.
But I guess you've got the personality for it based on what I just heard.
I never would have done any of that.
Wail of the dead.
Has anybody ever heard of Wail of the Dead?
Dear Art.
It was a sunny afternoon in northern Marin County, California, the day that my grandmother died.
My father took his afternoon walk on the Frank Lloyd Wright Civic Center Library to return the books he checked out the previous week.
On his way home, he felt a slight breeze against his neck, and he heard a deep moan come, what seemed out of nowhere.
He just happened to glance down at his digital wristwatch at the exact moment of the moan, noticed the time was 2.40 p.m.
He felt very uneasy because there wasn't anywhere near where he was walking, not even an animal.
The path he walked home on was completely deserted.
Within minutes, he arrived back home.
As he entered the house just after 3 o'clock, my mother told him the sad news that she had received a phone call from the convalescent hospital where my grandmother had been living.
She stated that a nurse phoned at exactly 2.50 p.m., saying my grandmother had just passed away 10 minutes previously.
Weeks later, an Irish friend of my dad said that he heard of this type of thing.
It's happened before.
And the Irish had known this phenomenon as the Wail of the Dead.
By the way, Chris and Mesa says my grandmother was 100% Irish.
Wildguard Line, you're on the air.
unidentified
Yes, all right.
My name is Sandia, and I'm calling from Larkspur near San Francisco, California.
Welcome.
Thanks.
In 1988, I experienced something that I've come to call in my mind the affair of the haunted convent.
And I had been studying healing, various healing methods, with a group of friends.
And our teacher decided that a smaller group of us were ready for a teacher training workshop in these methods of healing that she had developed.
One of the people in this smaller group was a nun, and she arranged for us to do this workshop in a retreat convent that belonged to her order of nuns.
And we met there on the first day, and all of us, except for the woman, the nun, felt a very creepy feeling in the house.
The air was thick.
It almost felt like we were moving underwater rather than moving through normal air.
And so we had our workshop that first day feeling rather uneasy.
And then that night, the teacher of the workshop, who lived nearby, went home.
And the nun went back to her convent in San Francisco because she had a meeting there early the next morning.
None of us slept very well.
I had dreams all night that faces were coming towards me begging for help and had an almost sleepless night and then bad dreams when I did fall asleep.
The next morning, we all got up and met for breakfast, and the teacher came back to the house, and the nun was going to be there later in the day.
And the teacher walked into the house and said, none of you slept very well, did you?
And we all agreed, and she had tuned into us during the night, and she had had very disturbing dreams as well.
We compared notes.
We had all had basically the same dreams of these faces coming towards us and begging to be set free.
And we decided that we felt that whatever the spirits were in this place, that we couldn't really banish them, but we felt that they belonged to the land there.
But we decided to do a kind of ceremony to ask permission whether we could stay and continue the workshop.
And I'm hearing it again and again and again tonight, that the spirits or whatever they are appear to be attached to geographic locations, very narrow ones at that.
But in your case, many faces begging for help.
unidentified
Well, what I saw, it was faces of all the nuns who had stayed on that property over the years.
But I felt that maybe that anybody who had stayed on that property, and there had been a number of different buildings there over the past 150 years.
I know, but nuns are supposed to go to heaven without passing go.
Well, that was what was surprising to us.
And the other thing that we thought was odd was that the nun who had invited us there, who was quite gifted psychically, actually, didn't feel any of this, though she appeared uneasy to us, but she wasn't able to name it the way that we were.
So we did this ceremony, and immediately to us the atmosphere appeared to change.
It was kind of like on hold, like we had permission to stay there.
And shortly after we finished the ceremony, the nun who had invited us there came back from San Francisco.
And the minute she stepped in the door, she looked around and said, oh my God, it feels so different here now.
And so we proceeded with the workshop over the next several days.
And though we felt much more comfortable there, strange things continued to happen, especially somehow with me, like I was some kind of conduit for energy or something.
Because every time I would go to turn on a lamp or a light switch for an overhead light, the bulb would pop, the glass wouldn't break, the bacilament would pop, and the bulb would be useless.
And eventually I went through every single extra light bulb in the house, almost 50 light bulbs.
And finally, we decided that I was no longer allowed to operate any of the light switches, and other people had to do it for me.
And for some time after that, even, even in other houses that I would stay, I would have similar experience with light switches.
Or like an earlier caller tonight, various appliances would turn themselves on and off, especially televisions and clothes dryers in the middle of the night.
And then after a few weeks, it sort of dissipated.
Well, I haven't really had experiences since then, and I didn't feel any disturbing feeling with those continued experiences.
I know anybody who can kill 50 light bulbs.
Well, it was very odd, but the rest of the workshop proceeded very well.
And then later, I asked independently two different psychics and a rather gifted medium that I know.
And they all got similar impressions, almost kind of stereotypical that you might hear.
They all felt that that retreat center had been built on either an Indian burial or ceremonial ground.
And I later did some research and found that in that particular part of San Francisco Bay, because this house was right on part of the bay, that in that area there were indeed a number of different ceremonial and burial grounds, though I couldn't find information about that particular piece of land.
And so I go to open the door and I get the creepy feeling, creepy feeling, you know, like the last colour was talking about, that I'm that, you know, something's not right.
And so I grab the nearest thing that I can find in it, it's a wooden cross.
And I walk to the class to another classroom to get the Coke.
And I stopped in my tracks because I hit a cold spot.
And I've been having experiences like this since I was about nine years old.
It's like bringing a knife to a gunfight, but all right, go ahead.
unidentified
And so we proceeded to go down the hallway, and the youngest one, he stopped, and then the next one stopped, and I looked at them, and I couldn't figure out what it was, and they had just turned pale as sheets.
And I turned to see what they were looking at, and there was a woman in the hallway.
And there were a half dozen of us, and we were all, you know.
Well, you know, I understand the guy who was in the business, he would go investigate, obviously.
He was very curious.
But for everybody else, I'd turn tail, I'm with you, and I'd run, and that's what you did.
unidentified
Right, and so I get back into the classroom, and we're trying to tell the other guys, and they're all skeptical about it.
And they're like, yeah, yeah, right.
And my younger brother, who happens to be asleep across the room from me right now, I'm trying to keep quiet, he looks out the door and just points his eyes wide as saucers.
And we all look and there's a huge, I mean, unhumanly huge arm.
I mean, you just told me a story about a church, a pretty terrible story, and the caller before was telling me about nuns being trapped in this place, begging to be released.
By the way, on Friday, this coming Friday, this by then radio ghost Is going to be out haunting the circuit court for Davidson County in Nashville, Tennessee, beginning about 9 o'clock in the morning, looking for justice.
And the haunting will continue until we get it.
Just a gone.
Here's something from Alaska.
It was the middle of the winter, 1971, in Alaska, Palmer, Alaska.
The snow was already on the ground for a long time.
With the cold, the occasional wind polishing the top layers of snow.
On this night, the moon was full.
Visibility was good due to clear skies.
One of my household chores was to take out the trash.
My little note, I still do that, by the way.
Tonight was the night to do it.
Our family lived in an apartment complex nestled in the woods.
Then the city wasn't as big as today, so it was still rustic.
UART lived in Alaska, probably know what I mean.
Yes, I do.
The garage facilities, or shed, if you will, which it really should have been called, was on the opposite end of our complex, and so I set out to haul the trash.
Once I got to the other side of the building, it was quiet, visiboated pretty good, moon lighted the night pretty well.
After having dumped the trash, I was standing there, just taking in the evening stars, pretty to look at on a winter's evening in Alaska.
Then I heard crunch, crunch, crunch.
The sound, obviously, of somebody or something walking in the snow.
As I trained my senses and eyes to the source, it seemed the sound was moving toward me.
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
It was indeed moving closer and closer.
Was it a dog, a person, a moose?
My eyes were straining, trying to see it.
Closer, yet the sounds came before I knew it.
The sound was on top of me.
My eyes looked out toward the source of the sound.
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
And I knew something was near.
I looked at the ground and saw something walking towards me.
Art, there was nothing.
Nothing in front of me.
I looked down again, expecting to see at least footprints, and I did.
But they weren't footprints.
The prints were hoof prints.
And whatever was making them was almost in front of me, literally in front of me, but nothing was physically there.
Whatever was walking toward me was on two legs.
It stopped right in front of me.
My mind racing as my heart pumped in the adrenaline pumped.
I stood there in shock.
My jaw must have been hanging open.
And I was wide-eyed.
I reached out my arm and waved it in front of me and was waving at thin air.
I did what any kid would do.
I turned around and ran like hell.
Ran as fast as I could back home.
I don't know what it was, but that's what happened to me.
We moved into a house that was an old wood frame house, and they're very rare in Chicago because in the Chicago fire, almost all of them burned down back in the 1800s.
So as we moved into this house, as a kid and with my parents, we'd explore, and up in the attic there was some charring where there had been a fire in the attic, and there was an old maybe maid's quarters up there in this area, which was interesting.
But as my parents explored around the attic, they found boxes of old glass negatives.
And the funny thing that I didn't find out until later was they only showed we kids some of these negatives because some of them were actually very pornographic.
But we only knew that there were these old pictures of old days back in Chicago up there.
Well, as time went by, the attic was accessible through one of those drop-down stairways, and continuously we'd hear little sounds, and the lights would be on up there.
Well, we went through a project for about a half a year restoring the banister going upstairs.
It was an old mahogany banister, so the whole family would be there.
That was our entertainment for a long time.
And we kept hearing sounds and thumps and footsteps and a sound almost like a bag of potatoes rolling out upstairs.
And my dad finally one night grabbed a meat cleaver because he was sure this time it was so loud that there was somebody up there.
So he grabbed a meat cleaver from the kitchen and our most loyal, brave dog in the world was with us, Gretchen, and she would not go with him.
The hackles went straight up on her back and she would not go.
So he actually grabbed her by the collar because he thought he was going to have a confrontation.
He went upstairs, pulled down the stairs to the attic.
The light was on again.
And he went upstairs, had to drag the dog with him, whimpering and crying and everything else, only to find nothing again.
And what was really strange was we continued to hear these sounds, and it was just part of our lives for about four more months until we were ready to move from the house.
And my dad packed these pictures up and got rid of them, shipped them out, and it all went away.
Yeah, we're almost positive that what happened was this fire that had happened up there probably took this maid's life and they were her pictures and no one knew about it, but she was, I'm sure, worried about being found out through time.
Well, the implication of that is that if there is something that strong in life That we're afraid of being found out.
We can't be released in death.
And, you know, I've heard this again and again and again and again.
And I would like to think, like an earlier caller, that the other side has no time and you're in two places at once, but it sure, you've got to imagine the other possibility, and that is that you really are trapped like that nurse.
unidentified
Absolutely.
As a five-year-old, it was so real, and you're not really tuned into supernatural or fear in the same way, and it was just such a real part of growing up.
About 15 years ago, my husband and Ben and my two tannies daughters, we moved from California to Dodge City, Kansas, and my sister and her husband was already living there.
And, of course, we needed a house, and she went out house hunting with me, and we found this really precious two-story, old, two-story, refurbished house.
We would wake up in the middle of the night and there'd be water running and we'd go downstairs and the kitchen sink, the water would be filling up in the sink and our whole kitchen was flooded with water.
My daughter in one of the bedrooms, she would tell me she didn't want to sleep in there anymore because there was a lady with a black dress that sat on the end of her bed.
You know, the old-fashioned black dresses, the long sleeves with the little lace collars, and, you know, like the old, you know, like in the cowboy days.
I mean, like I said, there was this lady that always appeared in my one daughter's bedroom, and she never did anything.
She just slept there on the bed.
And then across the hall was my other daughter's bedroom, and she was one that liked a little bit of light on in the hallway.
And she'd wake up in the middle of the night, and her door was shut, and she couldn't get out her door.
And she'd bang on her door screaming.
And my husband and I slept upstairs, so I'd have to come down and try to get her door open.
Finally, we started stacking bricks and books and stuff in front of her door so it wouldn't close at night.
But still, those would be moving.
The door would shut.
Okay.
I would take a bath downstairs.
Someone would come behind me and start whispering to me.
Upstairs in the bedroom, in the middle of the night, I'd wake up and my husband's face would look like an old woman's face.
Oh, no.
In the upstairs bathroom, it was just like it just had a shower and a sink and a toilet.
And in the middle of the night, we'd wake up and there'd be water squirting out of the sink like a waterfall and there'd be water in the hallway.
Let me think.
Our washer and dryer was down in the basement.
So my daughters and I would go in the basement and do the laundry and the door would shut and lock us in there.
And obviously we stopped doing any of that at nighttime because the lights started going off at night and then we'd be locked in the basement with the lights off.
Then we tried burning candles and then they'd be so we didn't do any laundry at night anymore.
Oh, well, we only lived there about, I don't know, three or four months maybe.
My daughters and my sister's children, they went to the Catholic school around the corner.
There was a Catholic church there.
And finally it started getting really bad.
Just horrible things kept happening.
My husband was a trucker and he'd leave like at 2 or 3 in the morning.
And I would start hearing someone walking up and down the stairs, coming up and down the stairs.
Finally, I would have him wake me up and he'd take me downstairs and I'd sleep in the sunroom because it was the only what I called the clean room, you know, that was the safest room.
My daughters started spending the night at their friends a lot.
There would be a form that would be, now, now this house had all new everything in it, new carpet and everything.
And there'd be this form that looked like a person laying in a fetal position, and there'd be a black stain on the carpet, and then it would go away.
Finally, my sister and I couldn't take it anymore, so we went to the Hall of Records and we checked out the house, and we found out that the lady had bought the house, and she'd refurbished it.
I won't give any names here, of course.
That wouldn't be right.
Thank you.
And she had bought the house from, it was the estate of the people that sold the house of the old woman that lived there.
And her husband had died in the house, and the son, I guess the son had been found on the living room floor in that position.
The husband had something wrong with his leg, and he'd walked funny, so I guess that's the sound we'd hear on the stairs.
And the old woman, she went to the Catholic Church, and she finally stopped going.
And they came over to check on her, and she had become, I mean, she wouldn't even leave the house.
And they finally had to drag her out of there and put her in a home.
And she kept screaming and saying that, no, she would die in her house and she didn't want to leave it.
Well, they would put her in a posy, you know, at the old folks' home, and she'd get out of that.
And she was always trying to escape.
Anyway, she finally passed away.
So anyway, when we checked the records of what we came up with, we felt like there was some sort of an evil in the house, but the old woman was somehow, I don't know, either the force or whatever it was pulled her there and her soul couldn't go to the light, and so she was like earthbound in this house.
So then we went and got the priest over at the church, and he came to bless the house.
Since this is your last Ghost to Ghost on Coast to Coast, I thought I'd relate an interesting event that occurred several years ago.
My friend's cousin lived in an old house in Trenton, New Jersey that had been moved from Bordentown, New Jersey.
It was previously used by Napoleon and his brother on visits to the area.
Now, this story is not about Napoleon or his brother, but rather concerns the occupants of that house at around the same time.
See, my friend's cousin had decided to remodel the house and appropriate the attic as a bedroom for their daughter.
As her husband began the remodel, a series of peculiar incidents also began.
This is sure sounding familiar.
They included bedroom drawers being emptied and contents strewn about, cold spots in the home, and her husband being pushed down the attic steps.
As we are particularly sensitive to ghostly activities, she called us to please come over and see if we could determine what or who could be causing these frightening actions.
Arriving at her home, we proceeded to the attic, where I saw a young girl about 14 or 15 curled up in a corner.
She seemed very distraught.
During our dialogue, I asked her what was upsetting her, and she replied, I've lost my ring.
It's very special to me.
And what is going to happen to me, she said.
He's giving my room to someone else.
I assured her there was a better place for her, and before she was led to the light, I asked her name.
Sarah Cunningham, she replied.
I related what Sarah had told me to my friend's cousin, who immediately turned a ghastly white and quickly left the room to retrieve something from her kitchen.
I found this this morning, she said.
I don't know where it came from or who it belongs to, and handed me a beautiful azimuth ring about size five that she found in the kitchen faucets.
I examined the ring and inside found the initials S C. Note, the house was also part of the tunnels that Napoleon had constructed to aid his escape in the event it was needed.
An interesting article on the house ran in either the Trenton Times or the Trentonian at the time the house was moved from Bordentown to its present location.
I have a photocopy of the article, but it's very poor and not scannable.
Calling to, I'm a riding mechanic at a local amusement park down here in Southern Cal, and I just want to tell you a ghost story about one of our rides.
Fire away.
Some years ago, there was one of the mechanics that worked there, I guess it was his pet ride.
And consequently, he had died, not at the park, but he suffered a heart attack at his home.
He's checking the proximity switches down in between the tracks, and he looked up, and here comes the guy who had died, said to the checked all the switches at the trims, and you're good to go.
Yeah, and then I guess the electrician ran, and nobody's ever seen him physically, but there's been a few of us who have seen the glow of a cigarette out on the track area.
And again, I know that in our own minds, we make, well, I don't know, we make it right by thinking that time is different on the other side and that you can be in two places at one time, but maybe you can't.
It's got to be at least an equal possibility, and it's pretty sobering to consider.
I'd gotten up, it was my turn to make it, et cetera, et cetera, and I took the guts out and cleaned them and so forth and set them aside all in the rack to dry while I went and proceeded to clean the pot itself.
So I got the pot cleaned out and rinsed out and I filled it full of cold water and I grabbed the coffee and I went over to pick up the basket and stem and so forth and they were gone.
And there had been stories about that place before we even moved in.
But, you know, everything was pretty much benign up to that point.
But we spent a good half hour looking for them guts.
And finally, we came back in, and after, like, the third or fourth time, we looked around, and there it was sitting, you know, gleaming in the sunlight, assembled and standing on end.
Well, it was a good act, but still in all, I don't know if I'd want to stick around.
Yeah, well, we didn't much after that.
Anything else like that ever happened?
Well, when I was much younger, living in my folks' house, I had been, we had just moved in about a year.
And I was laying in bed one Saturday morning, and everybody was in the front room.
And all of a sudden, I hear clank, clankity, clank, clankity, clank going across over my head.
Over your head.
Over my head, in the attic.
Nobody lives in the attic, Art.
Nothing's in the attic except a couple of old boxes.
But here, it sounds like somebody's dragging a 20-pound chain.
Nothing human.
No, no.
Whatever it was, it had to weigh a ton because of the way it was walking.
And I went up there and looked, and of course, nothing.
Okay, well, I have to say, first of all, that my family, the women in my family have all had, you know, they're the ones that have the metaphysical experiences and such.
Art, I tried to get pregnant with my daughter for two and a half years.
During that time, I became aware of a presence, a presence that followed me around at all times of the day and night.
A small shadow would pass by me, a wisp pass my cheek.
The shadow did not touch the floor.
It was small and was in the air, always at the same height, about four feet in the air.
Not only was I aware of the presence, I was aware of its personality.
Listen closely now.
After a period of time, the consistency of its presence and its response to me led me to believe that it was female, my daughter, and stubborn.
At one point, I remember asking out loud, when are you going to show up?
The response was, as I thought in my mind, when the time is ripe for me.
Well, the upshot is that after two and a half years of trying, I'd taken fertility drugs for six months and still wasn't pregnant.
The entity was around almost all the time now.
One day, my close friend and neighbor told me that she had a dream that I was pregnant.
My husband and I met with a doctor to begin moving more aggressive fertility drugs into me, and I'd just about given up on just getting pregnant.
As soon as I let go, bingo!
The personality essence that I had experienced around me was inside me.
I knew not only that I was pregnant with a girl, which was proven by amniocentesis, but I knew who she was.
The other day, I was having a conversation with this five-and-a-half-year-old that I knew well when she was born, and she began talking about heaven.
Since we're agnostic, and I don't believe in traditional religious concepts of heaven and hell, I have not discussed this with her, and I asked her where heaven was, and she pointed up.
I asked her how she knew about it, and she told me that it was where she waited while she was waiting to come into my body.
She told me that she used to visit me before she was born, and that she didn't want to come right away when I wanted her to.
She has at other times repeatedly told me that she chose to be with me and that she has a strangely comforting ability about her, as though she's mothering me.
I had a son before her, and nothing like this happened with him.
It comes and when it hits the fan, it just spreads out in tandem.
And my best friend had just stabbed me in the back, and we were going through political assassinations at the college, and I had just been demoted that day and put on double secret probation for something I hadn't done.
And by the time I got home from work, I was feeling pretty bad.
Life stinks.
So I went in and took a long, hot bubble bath and came out and was sitting on the side of the bed, winding my clock, setting my alarm.
And I was going, you know, my father had been a World War II veteran and in really bad fighting and an aerospace engineer and worked on the Apollo moonshot and gone into the oil business.
And he was a pretty tough old bird.
And he had been ill for a long time, dead on the arrival at the hospital five times and revived out of it, you know, miraculously.
And he had finally passed on a month before.
And so I was sitting there.
He was a very wise and good man.
And I was just thinking to myself, I was going, boy, Pop, I could really use your help right now.
You know, I really need you.
And I suddenly felt this presence behind me on the other side of the bed and this weight go down on the bed.
Going about from the 40s all the way to almost present day, except for about six years ago when the company that I work with took over the place.
This building sat like dead for five years.
But before that, in the pool area and the old theater area, which is about three stories high, like huge pool area, it's a whole big water slide.
That used to be a double layer bar.
And that place had hippies, bikers, natives, every class.
So you can just imagine the fights.
I guess the police used to keep the paddy wagon back there, toss the drunks and those who were fighting into the back, drive it over to the police station and come back.
Sure.
It was one of the roughest ones in the province.
And, well, anyway, to this day, you'd be walking through the pool area or into what is now a TV area where an old lounge used to be.
It's actually not too bad, considering some of the other stuff that goes on here.
Like you go through every once in a while, you hear music, and the TV's off, there's no radio's on, and it's just, all of a sudden you just cock your head a bit and you can hear it real faint.
And you try and find it, you'll never find it.
People have come in and, where's the bar?
There's no bar.
There is, so I can hear the music.
There is no music, bud, and this is when I only had three people living here at the time.
Downstairs used to be an old pool hall, and that's where the security guards would go down there, and we'd have our smoke break.
My one partner, he never believed me.
He'd seen the elevator.
It goes up to the fourth floor and comes down, and the doors open up by themselves and close.
Open and close.
and sit there and they open and close maybe two, three times an hour.
And it's still on the main floor and there's no...
And it gets better.
So my partner, Ken, goes down the stairs, and he's having his cigarette, and he never believes me.
Well, he's sitting there, and he's just having a cigarette and his coffee, and all of a sudden, he feels this hand reach out and grab him on the shoulder and start and squeeze it like, good job.
Ken jumps, turns around, pulls out his mag light flashlight, and it's ready to swing, and there's no one there.
And now Ken's starting to believe me, because he feels it again on the other shoulder.
Whiffs around and the wall.
Ken just sits there.
I'm just finishing my smoke and I'm going to get out of here.
And he finishes his cigarette and runs upstairs and he tells me.
Well, alright, so what do you think that says about the nature of our souls and what happens to us when we physically die?
I mean, what does that say?
unidentified
I think what it is is a psychic impression of the place.
Except for maybe a couple of them who just don't realize they're dead.
Or they've done something so awful they're forced to repeat it over and over and over again.
Like upstairs on the roof, we found that there was in the 20s and 30s a couple people who took a couple headers off the roof and killed themselves.
We were up there watching a concert one night and we're looking down and I got great balance art.
And I'm sitting there and I'm in the, I'm crouched down and I'm looking at this and I'm looking at watching this concert and next thing I know, all of a sudden I can't, I'm falling off the damn, I'm being pushed.
I'm reeling and I called my partner over and he comes running over and all of a sudden I got pulled backwards and Ken's still about 10, 15 feet away from me.
Uh oh.
And this is four and a half stories up and I was on the gr like literally almost on all fours when I got pushed.
So there's no way I could accidentally tripped or anything.
And we had been on station in the Tonkin for seven months.
By now, we were used to the routine.
Destroyers, two light cruisers, aircraft carriers, and some radio platforms would come alongside almost every day.
Morning.
I'm trying to read my notes here.
Morning and afternoon.
We were constantly moving fuel, ordnance, and food.
I normally worked in the fire room, but my underway replenishment station was number nine.
I was the valve man.
At those hours, I would sit on my 18-inch fuel pipe with a set of sound-powered phones waiting for orders to open or close my fuel valve.
And I did so thousands of times, never moving from my station during an evolution.
This day was a little different.
We completed refueling a destroyer.
The fuel hoses were retracted, purged, and hung from the distances over our heads.
About 500 feet of 10-inch high-pressure rubber hose and aluminum saddles swung gently as the crew of station number nine cleaned up and stowed our gear to return to normal modified cruising stations.
I waited on my fuel pipe with my back to the bulkhead listening to the sound-powered phones.
Then, someone placed their hand firmly on my right shoulder and pressed.
Quickly, I glanced to the right, and there was nothing.
The hand disappeared.
Of course, it would be nothing because there was a bulkhead there, too.
I thought of my shipmates.
I thought one of my shipmates was choosing this slack time to horseplay.
A minute passed, then again the hand pressed firmly.
This time I quickly glanced to the left, expecting to catch the culprit.
Nothing, no one there.
The hand again disappeared.
Two more minutes passed.
I thought to myself that this was a mighty strange thing.
If it happened again, I decided just to clear my mind and try to sense whoever it was or whatever it meant by this odd behavior.
Just like clockwork, it happened again.
Firmly, the hand pressed on my right shoulder and there was no one there, but I felt a pleasant sensation.
Accompanying this sensation was the idea, why not move?
Just move over there, just about eight feet away.
As if talking to someone, I I said, Okay, why not?
I got up from my position to this and moved to the spot.
I turned and looked at my station and said to myself, okay, so what now?
Three seconds later, one of the hose saddles cracked, one length of hose fell, then another and another, a saddle snapped until all the hose had fallen on station number nine.
If I had been sitting in my position at that second, I would have been crushed into my helmet under a thousand pounds pile of hose and aluminum saddles.
Amazingly enough, not a man was injured in that accident.
All the hoses, cabling, and saddles fell near, but not on anyone.
We were there for four more months.
We had a few other accidents, but no one ever, we had no casualties on my ship.
And the one with Richard Hoagland talking about when that guy, Paul Doray, said that the satellite was headed in towards Earth and stuff, that big Holt steel and everything.
Oh yes.
And these guys got to talking about Right, yeah, absolutely, yep.
And we were letting them listen to those tapes and stuff.
And they were kind of laughing.
We had heard stuff before that they track stuff that you don't hear about and stuff.
And as the night went on and stuff, up there they got a lot of warm springs and the valley will be like the fog rolling in off of the San Francisco Bay.
And as it started rolling in and everything, everybody kind of got quiet.
And then the guys got kind of into a technical conversation and everything talking about how close that they really are.
And that that hoax they figured came from somebody that used to work up there at the test site and knew that the, you know, that that's how they had figured it out, that the satellites had passed by our solar system and stuff, that they went, you know how, remember the big wow signal that Seth Shostak was talking about?
Of course, yes.
They said that, you know, during that interview he said that a lot of times they had got stuff, but nobody retrieved that information for two or three or four days.
And they talked about how a satellite traveling past us at half the speed of light, if you looked at it two or three days later in that same spot, well it might be four or five degrees off so you wouldn't find it again.
And they took a map and they started putting these little pins up and everything.
And they started laying out paper and showing us up in the stars where they had all those little, the big wow signal and some other good signals had come from that nobody had ever figured out.
And they were saying it was real?
Yeah, yeah, they said that there's seven signals that, well actually there's like a group of like 48 signals, but they translate into seven patterns across the sky.
And from listening to that stuff on your show, I learned about the Doppler effect and how what they did, all of them that were within certain radio frequencies, they used the same color pins on those and stuff.
Well, when I was about 15 or 16, I went to bed one night, and about 3 o'clock in the morning, I woke up from a sound sleep, and I had that feeling like I was being watched.
I know the feeling.
And trying to take myself out of sleep and everything, I just kind of glanced down to the foot of my bed, and I saw a pair of red eyes.
And so it was about, I had about five feet between my bed and my bedroom door.
And I was thinking, okay, I can actually get off this bed before this thing gets me because I thought, you know, I just had this feeling that I was in trouble.
I mean, you were going to take your mom into this black, swirling entity with red, glowing eyes?
unidentified
Come on, mom.
You've got to see this.
Yeah, I mean, I was, I mean, I wanted to make sure that it wasn't just in my head.
you know i mean i knew it wasn't but i wanted somebody to verify this yeah but what if your mom had turned into mangled little pieces of oh but anyway that is uh...
Well, she passed it off as it was just a nightmare or a dream.
And I've got a story that my aunt told me about five years ago.
Okay?
Okay.
And what happened was, she lives in Ontario, and she lives with her husband and her son.
And she went to bed pretty late, about 11 o'clock, and she fell asleep, or she got into that weird part of sleep where you're not sure if you're asleep or you're awake, you know?