Art Bell’s 2003 Ghost to Ghost AM Halloween special features callers recounting eerie encounters—Virginia perceives a dead man named Michael apologizing after hearing "no, not yet" near Galveston, while Elizabeth’s late brother appears exactly four hours post-death. A Tijuana Ouija board user dies the same night after asking "esta noche," and Dwayne’s neighbor Tony materializes via ectoplasm, insisting he’s "just as happy." Stephanie flees a black arts house where two suicides followed her violent encounter, while a caller in Japan’s Aokigahara Forest finds a death note before rain isolates them. Nancy’s Bavarian home, plagued by poltergeist activity on All Saints Day, falls silent after she demands the entity leave. These unsettling patterns—lingering spirits tied to death, telepathic accusations, and unexplained phenomena—suggest hauntings may defy time, intent, or even skepticism, leaving listeners questioning the boundaries between life, death, and the unseen. [Automatically generated summary]
This is the 2003 annual edition of Ghost to Ghost AM.
Always on Halloween night.
I want to thank George and Premier of course for the opportunity to host the annual Ghost to Ghost program.
And I want to remind the rest of the audience that I'm also here on Saturday and Sunday nights now.
I don't know if you knew that or not, but I am here on Saturday and Sunday nights.
Matter of fact, tomorrow night is going to be Whitley Streeper and then Sunday night is going to be John Lear.
John Lear has not done a radio interview in many years.
John Lear is the son of a Bill Lear who invented actually the Learjet.
He forced John his many hours in commercial jet aircraft and boy does he have a lot to say.
So that's going to occur well Saturday Whitley and he's going to be talking about the sun and an awful lot of things that happened to him early in his life that he's just discovered.
Very, very interesting stuff.
And then Sunday John Lear.
So if your radio station doesn't get Saturday, Sunday version of Ghost, call him up and say, what's up?
Either I will call you because you have sent me a ghost story and your phone number, or you will call me either way.
The subject is only one, and that's ghosts.
Are they an important subject?
Yes.
Not just tonight, but 365 days a year, because it may answer the question, the biggest question really in our life, and that is, do we have eternal souls which survive our physical death, inevitable and crawling up minute by minute for all of us?
There's a kind of a prequel, a sort of something hanging in the air before something happens.
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That's true.
And I kept looking for something, you know, and he wanted to go back after about the first 20 minutes.
After we'd been down there about an hour with me saying, no, let's just walk a little bit more, I had heard him say the words, mom, what's that, about a million times already.
But he said it again, and it sounded different.
You know, his voice changed.
And I stood up and, you know, straightened up and shined the light down the beach.
We were headed back west at this time.
And I saw, first I saw feet, you know, and as I took a few more steps, you know, there was, you know, the rest of this man laying right where the water meets the sand.
Laying on his back, his feet towards us, laying right where the water meets the sand.
Well, it was hard to tell at this point.
And so to answer my son's question, I said, well, you know, it's a man laying in the surf.
Well, you know how when you shine your light on somebody, you instinctively, you just kind of have this oops reaction and you shine the light right back off.
You know, you're sort of embarrassed that you shined it right in their face.
Well, we walked, you know, a few more steps, and I would kind of, you know, do the light back over that way.
And was trying to kind of keep my son behind me.
I call it being in mommy mode.
But we got, you know, a few more feet closer and then a few more feet closer and I was gradually looking back over there to see if he had moved or anything and he hadn't.
And I was beginning to know that it wasn't a man just laying in the surf.
I couldn't be that lucky.
And the last time I shined the flashlight over there, I saw a wave come over his head, and he made no response, and his arms kind of floated funny, and I knew that he was dead.
Well, I told my son that we needed to go, and I had been plodding along so slow, you know, that it scared him, you know, that's not.
Well, without breaking into a dead run, we went back to the beach house.
I called 911, put my son on the couch.
The fire truck went roaring by.
I will say they have great response time.
Beach Patrol, city, county, everybody was there.
And so I got my son situated and I went back down there.
Beach Patrol told me that they hadn't even attempted CPR and that I shouldn't feel bad about that at all, that I hadn't, you know, because they didn't try.
He had been in the water too long and yes, he was definitely dead.
And they, you know, of course, took my entire life history.
And we stood there and talked for a while and the search and rescue guy and one of the other cops pulled the guy up out of the water and laid him on the beach.
And I went home.
Well, nothing like this has ever happened to me.
And there I was alone.
And when I got back to the beach house, my son was sound asleep.
And I made a couple of phone calls.
I'm sure I sounded hysterical to these people.
And I sat on the porch.
And you know, down on the coast, the wind is always blowing.
And I sat there, and I was just crying and crying.
And I was, you know, talking aloud and just really just focused on, you know, mentally and aloud, who were you and what happened?
I left that Friday, and he was not identified until that Friday when the local paper had a huge article on the front page with his physical description and all that kind of, you know, his name was indeed Michael.
So I've heard this many times, that when we die, we don't necessarily understand right away that we're dead.
And somehow we manage to reach out and interface with whoever is there, maybe whoever finds our body, like that case, to find a body just sitting there sort of swirling around near the sand and the surf.
Wildcard line, good evening or morning or whatever.
She would go in for about a second and just head right back out again.
And the one exception to that is every now and then over the years she would catch a mouse and she would take it into the bedroom and she would kill it there and she would shake it so vigorously that the blood is kind of gross, but it would splatter against this one particular wall.
Well, back in the 1950s or so, a young newlywed couple had purchased my house, and shortly thereafter, the husband was killed in a car accident just a few blocks from the house.
You're listening to the annual Ghost to Ghost program.
I'm Art Bell from the high desert.
It's cold and the winds are blowing out there.
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I've had nothing but bad luck since the day I saw the cat in the door.
So I came and knew you, sweet lady.
She's been a Mr. Coco.
Pristo ball on the table.
Showing up you do the past.
Speak cat with me all right.
And I knew it was a spell she cast.
I don't help hope that right now, one dark and windy day.
Upon a ribby ransom as he went on his way.
When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw A-plowing through the ragged skies And up a cloudy dawn In the eye, in the eye, oh In the eye, oh
A golden hunt of feet on the rabbit.
coming hard and he heard their mournful cry Ghost riders in the sky Wanna take a ride?
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It's pretty neat.
There's no way my wife, Ramona, though, can look devilish.
She's just beautiful.
Even when she actually sits there and puts on a face and tries to look devilish.
She's actually beautiful no matter what.
So you might take a look, though.
And now back to our friend with his dog.
Yes, sir.
Continue, please.
Yes.
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So let's see.
I think I was just saying that my next-door neighbor, the old lady, had been telling me that a newlywed couple back in the 1950s, they purchased my house.
And shortly after that, the husband was killed in a car accident just a couple blocks from the home.
And a neighbor apparently found out about that right away, and she rushed to get the wife just a few minutes after it happened.
And she arrived on the scene, and she found her husband's body.
It was decapitated, and it was a very grisly experience.
And so she was, of course, distraught and hysterical.
And she went back to the house and went into the bedroom.
And she shot herself in the head with a gun.
And my next-door neighbor said that she heard the shot, and she looked, and she could see through the bedroom window that that far wall, she just saw blood splattered on it.
Well, my story that I have for you tonight concerns some incidents that occurred to me when I was stationed at the Portsmouth Naval Hospital in Portsmouth, Virginia.
And the hospital has an interesting history.
It was built in 1830.
It was the very first naval hospital ever built.
And the building that I was in was the original hospital building.
They called it Building 1.
And when we first got to the command there, they told us a few stories.
And one of them they told us was about a specter that they called the Lady in Red.
Excuse me.
And this had to be a nurse that was supposedly worked on a surgical unit there during the Civil War.
And she had apparently hung herself on the fifth floor of the building there, which was the old surgical unit.
How she got the term lady in red, we never quite understood.
But they told us when we first got there that there were strange things that would happen periodically, not to be alarmed.
So the first thing that I had that happened to me, the first unit that I was assigned to, and I did work in the psychiatric unit, which was stationed on the third floor.
So most of the shifts that I worked there were the graveyard shifts from 11 p.m. to 7 a.m.
So I spent a lot of time in there in the middle of the night.
And this first incident, we had just a handful of patients on the unit that evening.
It was somewhere around late November.
And it was rather cold.
So we had all the lights out except for a light at the very front desk where I was sitting and just reviewing some charts.
There was another corpsman with me, but he was off to the side.
We had a little wing that ran adjacent to it.
And he was by himself.
So I was out on the unit minding the store, so to speak.
And I had this young man.
He had about 18, 19 years old, and he had gotten up.
It was about 3, 4 o'clock in the morning.
And he approached the desk and went past me to the restroom.
But he looked a little shaky when he went past me.
And when he came back out, he asked me if I knew who was wandering around in the back of the unit.
And I told him that there wasn't anybody back there.
Well, he proceeded to tell me that he had seen this woman and that she was dressed in antique clothing and that she appeared to be floating in the back and she was circling around a pool table that they had in the very back for recreation.
And the next morning, when we mentioned it in the morning report to the AM crew coming on, the head nurse, he was a lieutenant commander, had been in the Navy for over 20 years.
Fortunately, someone was there to douse the flames.
I had the bedroom in the attic of this old house, and many nights I would hear someone walking up the stairs.
When I turned on the light to explore the situation, there would be no one there.
During lightning storms, my possessions, such as shoes and books, would be thrown across the room and sometimes directly at me while I was laying in bed.
You actually saw these things going through the air and coming directly at you?
I did.
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I felt them.
My dog, a golden lab, was always growling or whining at something in my bedroom.
I saved the best for last.
One night, we all retired to our respective bedrooms for a good night's sleep.
I must have been unusually tired because I fell asleep immediately and don't recall waking up all night.
In the morning, I woke up fairly refreshed and felt something cold beside me in my bed.
I reached for it and found a butcher knife laying beside me in my bed.
I wondered how in the hell a butcher knife ended up in bed with me.
I first thought it was a prank by one of my other roommates, but I realized that that couldn't possibly be because I always lock my bedroom door when I retire at night.
I proceeded to get dressed for the day and grabbed my butcher knife to return it to the kitchen drawer where it belongs.
As I was passing one of my roommates' bedrooms, he and his girlfriend were just exiting the bedroom.
And he turned white as a sheet when he saw me with the butcher knife in my hand.
I asked him what was wrong and he began to tell me about the harrowing experience earlier that night.
He said he was awakened by a person, he said looked like me, standing over his bed with a butcher knife in both hands above my head, about to stab him.
In 1974, I began having premonitions of my father's impending death.
I did not believe in psychic phenomena at the time.
And my father, so far as I could tell, seemed to be in perfect health.
And I kept dismissing these things as some sort of odd psychological thing that would just pass.
And one night I was asleep, and I suddenly woke in a cold sweat.
The family cat, which still lived in our family home in upstate New York, I was living in Manhattan at the time, I heard that family cat scream, and an image came into my mind of the cat being run over.
I took that to be a very odd image.
Went back to sleep.
And about a week and a half later, I'm visiting my parents at the home in upstate New York.
And it turns out the cat hadn't been seen since that very night.
And at that point, the reality of that experience hit me.
And I began to wonder if these premonitions I was having about my father were true.
Those were that my father was going to die despite the fact that he seemed to be in perfect health.
Now, I had always had a phobia about learning to drive.
And one of the reasons I was living in Manhattan rather than commuting was that I've never learned to drive.
The reason I never learned to drive is that any time I sat in the front seat of a car, I kept getting this visual in my head of going through the windshield.
Even when I would go to a store or be window shopping, I wouldn't get too close to the plate glass because I would have this visual in my head of going through the glass.
As a result of the experience with the cat, I was beginning to wonder.
And I'm beginning to look in the New York Times, trying to find another apartment in the city and move back and figure how I'm going to get rid of my car.
Well, one night I was, again, I was working in New York City at the time.
I would drive 35 miles to the bus stop, take the bus in.
I would work, and that night I had a date with my girlfriend who later became my wife.
And she did something she never did before.
And our relationship was four years' duration at that point.
She took me up.
And I'm waiting in the lobby of her apartment house, very swanky apartment house.
And I'm waiting one hour, two hours, three hours.
Finally, it gets to the point where if I don't leave, I'm going to be stranded because I've got to catch the last bus.
So I catch the last bus.
I drive home.
I get home very late.
I go into my room.
I can't sleep.
Suddenly, there's a knock at the door.
And my mother said, your father's breathing funny.
So I go and I rush in, and there's my father, eyes wide open, not breathing at all.
And I try to do CPR.
Nothing's happening.
And my father died in my arms.
I was 23 years old at the time, and you can imagine how traumatic that was.
I'm driving on Upper Manhattan, going downtown early on a Saturday morning.
I've worked about a 16-hour shift.
I had a pintum.
I glanced in the rearview mirror, and there I see my father died two years before with a look of urgency on his face, leaning forward with his hands on the back of my bucket seat.
Suddenly there's a bang.
The car careens out of control, and just like you see in the movies, time seems to slow down as the car flies.
Now, if any of you know Manhattan, down the center island at 74th Street, there's this big concrete pillar like they have in Paris where they post community notices.
So when we were little children in the 60s, my dad would always bring home, and anyone who grew up in the Midwest would probably remember this, these little red weenie whistles.
And they had the little holes and you would blow, and you played a little musical song.
Right.
And on like hot dog packages, they have the little weenie mobile on.
If you ever looked at the front of Oscar Meyer's hot dog package.
Well, anyway, so that was our family's joke growing up as kids.
We always had these red weenie whistles in the 60s and 70s all over the house and we played a little song and that was just our little family thing.
So fast forward to it, my father passes away.
And I called my sister and I told my sister that my father had died.
She lived in St. Louis.
So she was driving up to Iowa to go to the funeral.
And when she got to the funeral, I was already there and she just kind of looked upset and kind of bewildered.
And I talked to her and I said, well, what's, you know, what's wrong besides we're coming to the funeral?
And she said, Cindy, the weirdest thing has happened.
She goes, on my way driving from St. Louis to Iowa, as I was driving down the highway, this huge weenie mobile was driving toward me, the promotional car.
And she said, if that isn't a message from that, you know, I don't know what it is because we didn't get to say goodbye to him.
And so I said, well, that is really strange because most people in their lifetime will never see this car that drives around with a big hot dog on top.
And so that kind of tweaked her out, but she felt it was a message.
Well, I'm a school teacher.
And after the funeral, I came back to Dallas and my first day back at school, I'm a high school art teacher.
One of my students was looking through a big box of old magazines for an idea for an art project.
And just, this was my first day back from the funeral.
Out of the blue, the student says to me, I don't know why, but I just found a picture in an old magazine of a Weenie Mobile.
We celebrated our 100-year anniversary this past June.
And the original structure of the building was a gift from a former governor of Maine to his daughter, who was a young bride at the time.
And the home has two large wings on either side of it, and this is where the residents live in this assisted living building.
Right after I started working there, the residents, several of them, would come to me and complain of a young boy that kept pestering them, bothering them, telling them to go places they weren't supposed to go, pushing, you know, going in the elevator and the buttons would go up and down and he would climb up on top of their dressers and taunt them.
I mean, this is a place where older people are, assisted living, right?
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Right.
At first I thought it was a family visiting, and this little boy was part of the family.
So as I would go up to investigate this little boy who was bugging them so much, I would say, well, please tell me where he is, and I'll go talk to the family and see if they can keep him in better control.
So I started to get the hair rising on the back of my neck thinking, okay, am I the one, you know, or feeling weird here?
Is it just, you know, is it somebody else?
But I would talk to employees who've worked there for over 20 years and say, you know, the weirdest thing happened to me today.
And I would tell my story and they would be like, ah, so you're going to get to see the little boy too.
And I said, well, what do you mean?
And they said, well, this little boy has been showing himself, you know, at least as long as we've been here and probably longer.
And what we think he is, or who we think he is, is the young son of the bride who the home was given to, because apparently she had several boys and the youngest one had died at an early age.
We don't know what from, but it's a little weird when you're walking down the hall and you see the elevator door pop open and no one's there.
Do you suppose in life that when we begin losing some of our faculties, as would have been the case in the story she just told, and with the people she deals with, that our brain in some way makes up for the loss of those faculties by giving us some additional ability?
As in, I see a dead person.
Maybe not dead people, but a dead person, one who's been in residence here since he died here.
Okay, so it was raining that weekend like it can rain in Houston, in the coastal areas.
You know, it just rains and rains.
And our husbands went on and went hunting, but my friend had told me that I may not want to stay with her that night because weird things had been happening in her house.
And I told her, oh, you know, nothing scares me.
I was young then, and I welcomed the time to go spend with her and her daughter.
So we ate supper, and it got dark, and we went to bed.
Well, their house was a long contemporary branch-style house with one big bedroom on one end and the living room in the middle and the kitchen on the other end with an attached garage.
Well, we talked for a while and then we went to sleep.
And I woke up all of a sudden, both of our daughters were just screaming loudly.
They were in a little nursery that was kind of attached on the side of the bedroom we were in.
So I jumped up to go see what was wrong with them, but as I was getting out of the bed, I felt a cold, cold feeling just start from one side of me on my right side.
And it must have taken maybe 10 seconds to go half all the way through my body.
It was the coldest that I've ever been in my life.
Mike in San Diego, Fast Blast R, time supposedly does not exist in the spirit world.
So what the heck does the word eternity mean to a ghost?
So if a person goes to hell for eternity, then what would that mean to a spirit that has gone to hell for committing suicide?
I don't know, Mike.
I just know what I'm hearing.
And as you listen to these stories, an awful lot of them involve suicides.
And time, well, it may mean nothing, but how could you have a punishment for eternity without realization and understanding that you're in this for eternity?
And before he died, you know, he lived in northern Arizona, and I'm down here in Phoenix, of course, and he had been going through some marital problems.
And my mama lived with me at the time, too, me and my baby.
And he had asked, you know, could he move back in with us while he got a divorce?
And of course, I said, yes, of course, you can.
But I told him, I want to be with you when you pack your things.
You know, something just told me I needed to be there.
And he had promised, you know, at the time he was driving for a trucking firm.
And he had promised he would come get me.
And, you know, I just wanted to be there.
I wanted to watch his back, basically.
Well, on August 5, 1995, I had worked night shift.
And, you know, so I didn't get to bed till like about 5 o'clock that morning.
A Ouija board, whatever else, I won't say a lot about it because I, years ago, had an experience with a Ouija board that I really will not discuss.
But I will tell you this much.
It's absolutely a conduit to somewhere else.
And I'm not so sure that it's the Ouija board itself, but it's you.
I suppose it could be a slab of anything, but if you're inviting contact, if you're asking for contact, then you're very likely going to get it.
At the very least, you're going to open a corridor to somebody or something somewhere, and, you know, cussing it out and calling it out, in essence, wouldn't be such a good idea.
And asking it when you're going to die, even less of a good idea.
And, well, there you go.
So I wonder if what you might call out on the other end has the power to, let's say, change what would have been your date otherwise.
Because that was just too good an answer this night.
So do we conclude from that that whatever was on the other side had the power to arrange the date and had had about enough?
You're on the Air Coast to Ghost Day, with Ghost2Goast DAM, rather, with Art Bell.
Yeah, and he was still telling funny jokes and pulling pranks and grabbing the dog's tail when it walked by.
He was an interesting guy.
And he had had a heart attack, and he was in a coma.
And of course, the whole family gathered, you know, went to upstate New York and gathered around him.
And my sister was there, and she had recently gotten married.
And she was the apple of his eye.
They were just so very close.
And she had planned a trip to go overseas with her new husband.
And they had planned a trip to go to Israel.
And things were up in the air.
Obviously, they don't know exactly what's going to happen.
And in that situation, the prognosis wasn't good.
And my mom told my sister, you know, it would be best if you went.
He would want you to you know keep your plans and go ahead and go.
And reluctantly she got on the plane with her husband and they took the trip.
And I believe the day that they arrived they were sleeping off the jet lag and everything.
I think it's like a 15-hour flight.
And my brother-in-law had worked on Wall Street for a while, so needless to say he was a commodities trader.
He had a lot of money.
And he bought a Concorde watch before he left.
And it was a brand new watch and they were quite expensive.
And he noticed that the watch had stopped.
And shortly thereafter, they're getting gathered or whatever.
And my mom called and let them know that my grandfather had indeed passed away.
And that and they were starting to get the details and everything and found out that he passed away at exactly the same time as my brother-in-law's watch had stopped.
And the spookiest part of all is my grandfather was a watchmaker.
He said that, see, since the base was on a peninsula, there was two approaches from the front and back gate.
He said at the time there was an MP on the front gate and the back gate, and their plan had been to kill their watch commander and then kill themselves.
And the whole plan had kind of gone wrong, and the MP on the back gate has ended up killing himself anyway.
These suicides, a really disproportionate number of the calls this morning have really involved suicides and then appearances or continuing appearances.
And so there's another one, folks.
There obviously is something very, very much wrong with committing suicide.
With choosing to end your own life.
That would seem to earn you a period of time, if not eternity.
Doing something.
You're beginning to see a pattern here?
Not an absolute pattern, but nevertheless a pattern.
The relatives, they either make an appearance or dead bodies washing up on the shore make an appearance, or we get an appearance for one of many reasons.
But one thread that seems obvious, I mean, absolutely obvious, is those who take their own lives appear to stay exactly where they are, probably doing exactly what they were doing at the time.
And I don't know about you, but the prospect of doing that bad, evil thing for eternity, and you know, that eternity is a very, very long time indeed, right?
So, if you're listening tonight, then you're hearing that same pattern.
And if anything would ever discourage anybody from taking their own life, that certainly would be it.
And if you throw in a murder and something really evil in the process, then I think it's more likely than ever to happen.
All right, well, you're listening to Ghost to Ghost AM 2003 from the high desert in the middle of the night with the wind howling out there, I'm Mark Bell.
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Thank you.
A white bird in a golden cage on a winter's day in the rain.
A white bird in a golden cage alone.
The leaves blow across the long black road.
To the darkened sky in its rage.
But the white bird just sits in her cage unknown.
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I believe in God, too, but there are just too many things that are left unquestioned.
Mitchie Ikaki, with his extrapolation of superstring theory, says we're still learning about dimensions with more to go, so everything is still up in the air as far as I'm concerned.
Well, I was cutting my teeth on the night shift there when on the second floor in the elevator, mysteriously around one o'clock began to open and close and go up and down the floor.
I asked one of the aides, he says, someone on this elevator?
One is that, as a ghost, you continue to do whatever you did at the moment of death.
You know, if that's a suicide, then you keep doing that.
If you were an invalid in a wheelchair, then you keep going up and down that elevator.
So is it a tape loop?
Is it just sort of a lingering memory?
Or in fact, is George the person in that wheelchair in some other dimension affecting this dimension, doing what he did during the latter years of his life, just going up and down in that elevator?
It suggests some rather disturbing things about death, doesn't it?
So my dad, he was kind of obsessed with death, and he passed away January 31st of 1981.
And about two months after that, I had a dream about him.
And in the dream, you know, it was very vivid.
I told him that he had died and he didn't know and all this and whatever.
And he told me that he could come back anytime I really needed him.
So that was the dream and whatever.
And so then, like, 10 years later, some things were going on, and I was feeling very depressed about silly stuff and whatever.
And I just had this feeling like somebody was tapping me on the shoulder.
I just had this constant feeling like somebody was trying to tell me something, tapping me on the shoulder, whatever.
And so I'm headed home one night.
I work second shift, and it's like 3 o'clock in the morning, and I lived way out in the middle of nowhere.
And I'm going down the road, and I'm just feeling very frustrated, and I'm doing about 100 miles an hour going down this road, this back road in the middle of nowhere.
And I just let go of the steering wheel, and I just threw my hands up in the air, and I go, what?
Because I just had this feeling like somebody was trying to tell me something, and I just wasn't getting it or whatever.
So anyway, all I can say is that all of a sudden I just got this intense feeling like the only way I can describe it is like if you were a little pocket transistor radio and you had the antenna up and you touched your antenna to the transmitter.
Just like the ultimate hum, overload, squeal, feedback, whatever.
And the hair stood up on the back of my neck.
And I guess I let off the gas and grabbed the steering wheel.
I'm not really conscious of that at that point.
And I'm only like five miles from home.
I should have been home in like five minutes.
And I just got this, and I just heard him.
And he started talking to me.
And he's telling me, you know, I just wanted to let you know.
I wanted to prepare you that all this stuff is going to happen to you, all this bad stuff.
And I just wanted to prepare you for, you know, whatever.
And he said, you know, your mom's going to get sick and she's going to die and you're going to get laid off from your job and you're going to get divorced.
Oh, you hear from the grave with just nothing but bad news.
unidentified
Yeah.
So I turned down the gravel road and the gravel road is like a mile completely straight right to my house.
And so I turn down the gravel road and I'm just like coasting down the gravel road and he's just telling me all this stuff.
And I just, I'm afraid to look, but I look to my right and I can see him sitting in the seat beside me.
And he's like, it looks just like him, but he's like translucent and kind of bluish gray color or whatever, you know.
But it's like when I look straight ahead, I can see him like clearly out of the corner of my eye, but when I look straight at him, he's like not quite as clear.
And so I'm just coasting down the gravel road and he's telling me, you know, well, this, that, and the other.
And it's like, as soon as I can think of a question, the answer is already there.
And it's like I'm a computer downloading information or whatever.
And so I'm coasting down this Gravel Road.
And like one of the things I was stressing out about was the brakes were bad on my truck.
And I was like, oh, there's snow on the ground.
It's January.
I'm going to have to get out there, you know.
And he goes, well, why don't you go up there to the house, to our old house in the garage and build a wood fire and do it up there in the garage?
And I'm like, I didn't even think of that.
What's wrong with me?
And so I get right down there.
And as soon as I get to the pond right in front of our house, there's this little pond.
He's telling me all this stuff and then he's gone, instantly gone.
And so I pull up to the back of the house and my wife, ex-wife now, comes running out the door.
She goes, are you all right?
Are you all right?
Are you all right?
And I go, yeah, why?
And I'm just crying, you know.
And she goes, because I was sitting in the kitchen watching out the window, and the whole time you were coming down the gravel road, there was this bright white light above the top of your truck, and I thought it was the UFO, and I thought it was going to beam you up or something.
Well, I almost didn't tell this story, but then when your bumper music came on, when White Bird came on, I figured that was a sign, so I had to keep going with the story.
So I started just kind of wandering aimlessly around, hoping that maybe he was in a family plot in the old section where there'd be a stand-up headstone where I could see the family name.
But then I couldn't find him, and it started to get late in the afternoon, and the sun started to go down, and I started to think I wasn't going to be able to find him.
And I was on the far side near the woods, and all of a sudden, this bird flies out of the trees, chirping really, really loud and flies down about 20 or 30 yards and back into the trees.
And I do not know why, but I followed that bird and walked down in the direction where that bird had flown.
And when I got down to about where the bird had flown back into the trees, it came out again and flew another 20, 30 yards around.
And so I just kept following.
And I followed it pretty much all the way around to the opposite side from where I was.
In any event, I was just staring at her, and I don't remember her lips moving, but somehow she was communicating to me, and she was summoning me, and she said, come here, blue eyes, come here, blue eyes, come here.
And I do have blue eyes.
So I started to approach her.
I took a step or two forward, and I got towards the apparition as I saw it in the corner of the ceiling.
And she said, stop to me.
And at that point, she went poof and she disappeared.
And simultaneously, when that happened, I had a sharp pain in my left eye.
And I thought that was very strange that it happened simultaneously with the poof.
So I went back to sleep and tried to retain whatever I could of my composure at the age of three.
Obviously, not everybody has had an experience with an entity, but as you can clearly see as you listen this morning, enough people have in enough ways that it merits your attention.
Maybe if purely from nothing more than an investigative point of view, it merits your listening because so many people have and what it means.
Once you have an absolute belief, of course, you know, religions depend on this.
I mean, I'm told that we are controlled by religion, that we're kept in check by religion, that we don't misbehave because of faith and religion, and we don't go out and do dirty deeds and that sort of thing, right?
Because of religion.
It keeps us in check.
But you can see how it would.
And if you absolutely believed, you more or less would behave yourself.
If you didn't believe in a hereafter, well, then what difference, I suppose, some would say, does it make what you do when you're here?
Because there's really no ultimate reward or punishment when you're gone.
When my daughter was a little girl, we lived in a big house in, it was a big brick house in Cleveland, Ohio.
And what happened was that she kept getting out of her crib all the time.
And she was about 18 months old.
And she'd get out in the middle of the night and go and play on the staircase.
And I'd hear her laughing in the night.
And I'd get up and go back down and get her and put her to bed.
And she'd always have some toys around her.
So anyway, on this particular night, we had some people over from out of town, some friends of ours.
And we didn't have a guest room for them to sleep in.
So we used to have people just sleep downstairs in the living room.
We'd make arrangements for them to sleep down there.
And this staircase opened up on the living room.
It was the big house, and the staircase was an open staircase, and you could see through the staircase from the living room.
Anyway, so everybody went to sleep, and everything was fine, and we woke up the next morning, and they were kind of in the kitchen eating breakfast and everything, and they were talking about how cute our kids were.
And I said, oh, when did you meet my daughter?
And they said, oh, well, last night they were playing on the stairs.
And I said, well, was it early in the morning?
Because sometimes she gets up and crawls out of her crib and everything.
And they said, well, it was really cute how your son led her back upstairs and looked like he was going to put her back to bed.
And I said, well, I don't have a son.
I just have the one daughter.
And they looked at each other and I looked at my husband and we go, you know, it's kind of strange that you saw two children.
And they go, yeah, we saw two children playing on the stairs.
And I said, well, that's impossible, you know, because we just have the one child.
And so we kind of, at that point, realized that they'd seen two children.
And after that, I was always, you know, thinking that maybe she had a little playmate in the middle of the night that she got up to go play with.
The prospect of children as ghosts is very disturbing.
And so when we have the EVP people here, we're constantly getting the voice.
Too many times, we're getting the voice of children that appear to be on the other side commenting on various things.
But their little voices are unmistakable.
these are children that would mean that Do we have two parallel worlds that intersect at time to time, from time to time?
Is that what we have?
Do we have a world where one little child might save the life of another child by leading her to safety, or that the invisible playmates maybe are visible to those who are claiming to see them?
Well, she had appeared to me, and then I had approached her, taken a step or two forward, and then she poofed, vanished, and then I had a very sharp pain in my left eye.
I went back to bed.
Subsequent to that, years had gone by.
In the early 60s, I had developed eye problem.
I had to get glasses.
So I went to the ophthalmologist, and he was examining my eyes, and he noticed that I had a strange geometric mark at my left pupil.
He had never seen anything quite like that in a child before.
So he had asked me how I got that.
And of course, I was somewhat hesitant to relate anything as to the details of that whole incident.
But it turns out that 50 years later, I still have the mark of this particular ghost as evidenced in my pupil in the form of a triangle.
I had LASIC surgery about four years ago, and once again, I was examined by an ophthalmologist, and they were scrutinizing the triangle in my left pupil, wanting to know what it was.
Sure.
But that's it.
Basically, I don't dwell on the thing, but for some reason, when she exited her dimension, she apparently went through my eye and left a mark.
So that's another dimension entirely, and that is ghost stories where there is something that happened to you, some physical something that happened to you, in that case, his Mart Eye, as a real thing for people to examine and see.
And he knew when it happened, and it was a good-looking ghost.
It rang one time, and through the speakerphone thing, there was a really weird voice, and I couldn't make out exactly what it was saying, but it sounded almost like go to sleep.
Yeah, this story begins in a hospital, actually, before the ghost, if you can call it that, came about.
But my dad died about 15 years ago.
And the night before he died, some people told me to tell him that they had been to the hospital but hadn't been in to see him because they felt like they needed to just keep it together and be support for the family and stuff.
And the next morning, he died.
And immediately after that, just right at the same time, a clock stopped in their house and would not start back up again.
A couple of months later, I was on a train from St. Louis to Minneapolis, which was several hundred miles away from where my dad died.
And when my dad had been in the hospital, he was in a coma for about a week.
I kept meeting people that he worked with who were coming by the hospital.
And they kept telling me, your dad is really proud of you.
He talks about you all the time.
And that phrase, your dad is really proud of you, is important.
Because several months later, when I'm on this train, I went to the car behind the one we were riding in, which they had cleared out the car because they were going to drop it off overnight.
But I had to go back there to use the bathroom because the bathroom in our car didn't work.
There was one man back there, and a very old black man with white hair.
And as I passed him, we made eye contact and he said, I talked to your father the other day.
Okay, real quick, about 1993, my grandfather had emphysema, and he was sick for a long time, and I was praying, you know, that he wouldn't pass, and this, that, and the other thing.
Well, he did.
And I got real angry and, you know, had a bit there where I was cursing God and this, that, and the other thing.
And during that time, my mother was just distraught.
I mean, it almost destroyed her.
And every time I seen her, she's upset.
And then I seen her at one time and she's fine.
She's happy, back to herself again.
I'm like, what's wrong with you?
And she said that she was sleeping in the house where they lived in Tennessee.
And it was still dark outside.
And she woke up with a light.
And my grandfather was standing there.
And he told her, you know, Kay, you've grieved so long, you know, stop it.
I'm in a glorious, glorious place.
I wouldn't leave, you know, if I could.
And that, you know, that calms her down.
Well, that made me mad for two reasons.
One, I didn't believe it.
And the other one was that, you know, why didn't he come see me?
I'm just as messed up as she was.
And then I got stuck about it.
And I was joking with people with L.A. Priestley because I'm famous with my friends for being spooky.
If you can open the door, they got hobbies of scaring me.
And so I'd probably just leave him in whatever room he was in and be gone.
I'm calling to tell you about a friend's house in North Carolina was built about 15 years ago right out on the outer banks, one dune away from the ocean.
They have a very large, multi-generational family, and they're always inviting other people to come and stay there.
And so we went down one time to visit, and she said, now I want to warn you before you come that we do have a ghost or possible ghosts.
And I said, oh, great.
I just thought that was super.
I have my chance.
And she told us that there was a woman who walks through one certain bedroom who wears a dark, long, body-fitting, dark vest with many buttons down the front.
And she has a white blouse underneath it with long, loose sleeves.
And that one time she walked in the room, and somebody had put a crib with a baby there.
And she walked right through the crib and the baby.
And the mother was just horrified, took the child, and went to a motel for the night, never stayed in the house again.
The night we were there, my friend's giant 6'4-inch brother had slept out on the porch because the house was really crowded.
And he came running in in the middle of the night, terrified because of all the boot stamping out on the porch.
There were all these loud footprints.
So the other aspect of this was that in the wintertime, when neither she nor her family members are there, there is one permanent family just on the other side of some bushes, you know, two house, the length of a normal two-house away.
So it's maybe 50, maybe 100 feet away.
And they complained to her one time because of all the party noise all winter.
And yet they didn't know who was staying there.
So they were concerned that someone was breaking into the house because there were lights all night and lights would move from one room to another As those people were not using the electricity, which was turned off for the winter, so they were using candles or oil lights or something, and that there was all this raucous partying going on all the time.
So finally, my friend contacted not an exorcist, but a psychic who lived down in the Outer Banks of North Carolina.
And over the years, she got to know the locals, and she had heard about this woman, contacted her, and she came to visit the house and said that there was a shipwreck on that particular site, and that they, when they constructed the house, it had dug into it, and the ghosts were all disturbed, but they figured, well, if you put a house here, we'll just live in it.
But that they were actually shipwreck victims.
So the exorcist or the psychic, I don't know whether she did magic, you know, I don't know what sort of thing she did, but she asked them to leave, that it was alarming renters, and the family didn't mind, and they accepted it.
And the neighbors said they now see lights in the wintertime, in the dead of winter, when there's no one else around for miles because this is just as narrow.
So in other words, you could request that a spirit or a ghost that's occupying the place of its death leave the place of its death and have that happen, but have them stay close by.
So what do we have here?
Polite ghosts?
Or spirits that have to follow the words of the living?
Yeah, I had an experience about 14 years ago, and I sent you an email about it.
I really don't want to say where exactly it took place because I remembered a few things about the situation afterwards that make it still kind of scary.
What happened was there was a period, I'm very nervous right now.
In other words, you went to the place of your dreams.
Yeah.
unidentified
Well, I thought it was my dream.
And I was thinking I would come To this place, I'm walking through the orchard, it's a full moon, and all of a sudden I hear footsteps behind me.
And I turn around just briefly to look, and there's nothing there.
So I thought maybe it was a piece of fruit falling or something.
So I walk into this open area and I hear more footsteps.
And then I look around and make sure and there's nothing behind me.
So I head up to the end of this valley and I'm thinking, well, this dream, I'm going to come to it, and maybe these people that I'm seeing in this dream are going to be there and I'll be safe.
I get up to the top of the valley and I realize something's wrong.
And I go to turn around and all of a sudden this black net comes over top of me.
A black net?
Yeah.
And this thing can read my mind.
I don't know what it is.
And it starts to squeeze.
And it's accusing me of all of the maybe negative things that have happened in my life.
It seems to know this.
And I know that I got to get out of this place.
There's something wrong.
And the only thing I can think, I can't breathe.
I can't see.
Like, it was a full moon when I walked in.
And then it's like I have this thick black net over top of me.
So that's an interesting concept, though, to try and locate.
Have you ever had a repetitive dream?
A dream that keeps coming back to you and coming back to you and coming back to you until you have the opportunity, which probably feels like deja vu at the time, to actually be at the location of your dream, to actually find the location of your dream, even if it would be as remote as New Guinea, for example.
So I put everything back, went to my room, and was getting ready to go to sleep, and I hear a great big crashing out in the room.
So I run out through two other rooms to get to that room, and a pool cue was lying on the pool table.
Another pool cue was on the ground.
There was the sound of a ball going down the chute, because the pool table was one of those kinds that had chutes in it, so that all the balls ended up at the front of the table.
So I heard a ball running down that, and there was a white ball, the cue ball was banking off one of the felt edges of the table like somebody had just taken a shot and put down the pool cue.
So when I go to the front of the table to get the ball out of there, I notice that it's the eight ball.
So that was kind of freaky.
So then, after that, I'm freaked out because I'm thinking, oh my God, you know, this is an eight ball, eight ball, bad luck.
So I'm looking around and I just feel this immense need to get out of the house.
And I ran to the front door, but the front door wouldn't open.
And that really freaked me out because it was almost like he was trying to fling me into the next room because there was a room right next to the entryway of that house.
Yeah, I take it that's a problem on the other side, that you're not seen, you're not acknowledged, and that must be rather frustrating for the people on the other side.
unidentified
Yeah, it seems if you can see them or feel them, that you become a magnet for them.
I mean, if they finally find somebody who can either sense them or know they're there and is acknowledging them, giving them feedback, something they don't have on the other side, then naturally they're going to be drawn to that person.
unidentified
Well, unfortunately, I had a very bad one that stuck to me and stayed with me for several years and occasionally still does little things to let me know that he's still around.
And the way I met him was a long time ago, probably about ten years ago, my other friend's house, and one of them decided they wanted to play the Ouija board.
Yeah, it doesn't bother me as much, but that night, one of the people at that house happened to be my girlfriend, and she called me crying, saying something was scratching her wall.
I thought, well, maybe it was a mouse in the wall just making a little scratching noise.
And I heard a loud scratch, so I said, I'm coming over to pick you up.
I'll be right there.
So I turn on my light, and I get up, and I hear something over my head.
And I look up, and the chains from the fan are just swinging from side to side, hitting the fan.
Oh, my gosh, what do we do?
And then I hear something behind me.
I turn around, and the cord for the blinds, it's pulling up into the air, and then dropping and hitting the blinds.
And it's just pulling up and dropping, pulling up and dropping.
I went over there to pick her up, and on her wall, the scratches started at the ceiling, and they went all the way down to the pillow right by her head.
But they actually went through the paint, the spackling, and through the sheetrock into the middle where the chalk was at.
I'm beginning to think all of America is dysfunctional.
unidentified
I think so.
I don't think there's any ward cleavers out there.
That's right.
So for the longest time, you know, strange things used to happen in the house.
My sister, when we used to come home from school, used to literally come home and pet the porch and go, nice house, nice house, because she was scared to go inside.
And we'd be sitting in the living room watching TV, and you'd look over and all of a sudden one of those little pictures that you would sit on the nightstand or something like that would just kind of go pew and flip up in the air and then land on the ground and land straight up.
My 13th birthday, I decided, well, we're getting ready to, my mother was going to throw me a party.
We're going to have a few friends over.
And so I ran, took a shower, whatever.
And my bedroom was on the top floor along with my sister.
And nobody was upstairs.
And so I went to cut on the light in the hallway to run up the steps.
And light went out.
Poof.
I said, oh, man.
So I'm 13.
I think we just got through watching Jaws earlier that week.
And I ran into the kitchen to get the flashlight, which was up over the counter, and I had my towel on.
Of course, there's a window there.
And the towel fell off, and I'm trying to reach for the flashlight.
Of course, mom didn't like that, so get up here and change.
So I go running up the steps, and I get all the way up to the top of the steps, and a big sweeping arm, you know, to reach in to cut my light on in the bedroom.
Boom, I hit something mid-stream.
I'm thinking, I know there's nothing there because it's just empty space there.
And so at that point, you know, I knew something wasn't right.
And I looked up and I saw the most, the only thing I can describe it is it was like, if you ever heard of looking at terror, these yellow eyes had to be a demon because all I could see was terror.
The creepiest thing, though, I think that ever happened, and I'm not sure if this is a ghost or a poltergeist or exactly what this was, but when I was about 12 years old, I was doing my laundry like I normally do, downstairs in the basement, sitting there folding towels.
Our house is fairly old.
It was built in the 20s, not horribly old, but enough that we have to have a jury-rigged clip lamp over the washing machine.
It was just like this, like, it was like, it was like blurring a little bit, like it was just really shaking.
And then when it really kind of reached, I suppose the fever pitch, all of a sudden, a flame shot out of it about a foot.
And immediately after the flame shot out, a black blob object, probably the size of the old 50-cent piece of money, maybe a little bigger, came flying straight at my head.
I mean, we've had, you know, where my father and I have heard something, you know, heard a mumbling voice at the same time in different areas of the house.
So we're out of time, but thank you very, very much for the story.
All right, we are going to go into hour five.
I'm just going to go right on ahead and extend the program.
Why not?
You're listening to Halloween 2003.
This is Ghost to Ghost AM, and I'm Art Bell.
unidentified
This is Ghost to Ghost AM, and I'm Art Bell.
Be it sun, the sand, smell, touch, the something inside that we need so much.
The sight of the touch, or the scent of the sand, or the strength of an oak wind moves deep in the ground.
The wonder of flowers to be covered and then to burst up through tarmac to the sun again.
Or to fly to the sun without burning a wing, to lie in a meadow and hear the grass sing, to have all these things in our memories home, and they use them to come to us to fight.
Yeah!
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And I don't know, for the rest of you who aren't calling in, those who aren't getting through, sit back, listen to these stories, and decide in your own mind, all religion, everything else aside, if what you're hearing doesn't go an awful long way toward definitely hinting, whether you've had the experience or not, that there's really something happening out there after death.
There is really something waiting for us on the other side.
Anyways, long story short, my great-grandfather and his brother owned a mining company, and the mine, they sold all of them but one, and we kept one in our family.
And I'd been hearing stories and stories and stories about the mine and how much gold was still up there, and they never mined it because it wasn't profitable for them because they would have had to pay the workers and everything.
And I went up there one day, and I got a map and went up to the roads above Grands Pass, which is where the mine is, and I stopped in to check it out.
And I happened to walk in the mine and I looked across the creek and there was like this old, I don't know how to describe it, a Victorian-style house.
It was about three stories tall, just a beautiful, beautiful, almost like farmhouse.
And I thought, you know, that's really a neat house.
And it didn't look like it had been dilapidated at all.
And so I took my little flashlight and I went into the mine.
And as I walked in, I found a set of old mining tools, like a hand drill and a pickaxe and like a pan also.
And so I walked back into the mine and I walked back into the mine and I stopped and I was like, gee, you know, I wonder where the gold is.
And I'm looking around, and I can't find it.
And so I start drilling into the wall with these old tools.
And a gentleman dressed in a business suit and a top hat, you know, almost like 1890s, 1900s era comes and he looks at me and he says, you're doing that wrong, son.
takes the tools out of my hand and he grabs my hand and he walks me down to the edge of this mine shaft and he sinks the pickaxe into the wall and he starts drilling and he's like okay the rest is up to you and I said okay uh thanks for your The guy had just disappeared.
And so I sunk my pickaxe in there and sure enough, out popped a nugget.
And so I ended up walking out and as I happened to go back to the car when I was all done and everything and I'd gotten about three good-sized nuggets, I happened to look over and the house wasn't there anymore.
The house had been almost disappeared, but out front there was still this old hitching post.
And I walked over to the hitching post and I just couldn't figure out what was going on.
And I looked on the hitching post and it had Wells, which was the name of my great-great-grandfather.
That was his last name inscribed on the post.
And so I don't wonder if maybe my great-grandfather came back to give me some mining tips.
What if the entity on the other side, the relative, has enough power to not just manifest himself, but manifest an entire setting that this man would see?
A home, an old ranch house that's not there anymore, that wasn't really there in the first place, along with himself in period dress and all the rest of it, taking him right to the gold.
Well, I was entering high school one year when my grandmother died, and well, let me jump ahead here because I know you don't have that much time.
Anyway, I was in a car wreck, and a girlfriend of mine and I went to Lawrence, Kansas to do some shopping.
And on our way back from Lawrence, we were about five minutes outside of Lawrence when I decided, well, I had realized that I hadn't had my seatbelt on in the car.
And so anyway, I had just made a conscious thought that I wasn't going to put it on because we'd be home in about 20 minutes.
And I wanted to go through all the packages of everything that I had bought that day.
So anyway, I'm going through all my packages and looking at everything that I bought.
And then a few minutes later down the road, all of us were coming up alongside a truck, a large truck that was just directly ahead of us.
And anyway, so I'm sitting there looking at my things, and all of a sudden I hear a voice.
And my grandmother had been dead for about 10 years when this happened.
Anyway, all of a sudden I heard my grandmother's voice and she yelled at me in my left ear and she said, for God's sakes, Terry, you have to put your seatbelt on now.
And I just went, and I looked up at my friend, and she was just listening to the radio, and she obviously hadn't heard it.
And I said, oh, my God, Donna, did you hear that?
And she said, no, what?
And I said, oh, nothing.
I said, I've just got to put my seatbelt on.
So I put my seatbelts on, and within two minutes, all of a sudden we hear this explosion.
And this truck next to us had a blowout.
And it was a huge truck.
And so it just starts throwing debris in front of us and everything.
And my friend screams and puts her hands up to her face.
And I'm like, Donna, just calm down, take your hands off your face, put them back on the steering wheel and drive.
And I told her to slow down.
So she was just scared.
And so anyway, she starts slowing down.
Well, this truck, because it had a blowout, you know, it tries to slow down as well.
So we're caught.
And so anyway, this truck suddenly starts swerving back and forth.
And I know it's going to fall on us pretty soon because he was doing about 70 miles an hour and we were doing about 65.
And so anyway, she slows down and this truck starts swerving and he's going to drop it any minute.
And you can tell.
And so I just told her to floor it.
So she floors it and we get right about to where his he's he's about right across from the passenger seat where I'm sitting.
And all I can remember are about two flips in the air.
Yes.
And, well, we were told later that we flipped five times in the air before we hit the ground.
And it was a terrible car wreck.
And anyway, so we land, and we land upside down on the roof of the car.
And she's okay, and I'm suspended in midair by my seatbelt, and it's strangling me, and I can't breathe.
And so I'm trying to get this seatbelt off of my neck.
And my right arm, though, which I was holding onto the little hand thing up on top as we were flipping, my hand was just crushed underneath the metal, and I couldn't see it.
But all I could see was blood coming down, and my head is laying in the glass from the rear windshield.
And all of a sudden, this man comes up.
You know, these people just rush up to our car and, you know, are really concerned, and they want to help us.
A man and woman go to my friend's side of the car, and then this other gentleman comes to my side, and I'm just really upset, and I'm scared, and he grabs my arm, and he just starts stroking my arm, and he tells me to focus on his voice.
And I said, how can I do this?
I'm strangling.
I can't breathe.
And anyway, and I'm just entombed inside this metal.
And I can just barely see my friend through all the metal.
And anyway, he just tells me to calm down and listen to his voice and focus on him.
So I did this, and he just talked constantly.
And he told me that when the truck hit us the first time, he had immediately called 911.
And so they were on their way out.
So anyway, he said just to hang on.
Well, they tried to get us out of the car and they couldn't get us out.
Little tools that are used for harnessing the power of the mind.
Well, anyway, I'd like to start out.
I was in Bloom, Colorado, it's a small town.
My friend had a friend who lived with his parents, and he had a brother, and they had another trailer by this pre-established house that was there.
And he got to move into this house, and I was with him, and we're setting up an entertainment center in front of a big picture window because we didn't have any other place to put it.
And we heard a growl on the other side of the window.
We're like, oh, what was that?
And I jumped on the couch.
I was like, and he said, well, I heard it too.
We took it as a coyote or something.
So the next day, we were talking to his brother about it.
And his brother started going on about when they first moved there, he saw a ghost outside of the house walking with a limp.
Or not a ghost, a person, actually.
It wasn't transparent or anything.
So he grabbed his father, he was 22, and went out front, and he had a dog named King and always barked at anything.
And it was just sitting there, you know, nothing going on at all.
So he went back in while he was telling us this.
He got up and he described the limp.
And about at that same time, we heard an intense, like, well, it started out small from the back rooms of the house.
I mean, because then you're going to go down into a basement and down to a little confined space in a haunted house where something had just growled at you and kept you there all night long.
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Well, yeah, inside of there, well, we figured it, well, since it's dawn, it should be okay.
Well, I don't know.
But there was a small window right there in the attic or the cellar that went to straight dirt.
Yes, well, intensely, in my opinion, no reflection on you, sir.
Idiotic.
I mean, something that evil, that bad, something growling at you, growling at you, and keeps you there all night long, and you go back and go down into the basement.
And I had been living in a communal house, and the guy who owned the house and his girlfriend were, I don't know, I lived a sheltered life, and they were into what I've later found to be black art.
And it turns out they still don't know exactly what happened, but within a month, my boyfriend's brother committed suicide in that house within a month after this party.
And within two days after that, his girlfriend committed suicide.
And ever since I was a little kid, I've always been kind of curious about, like, you know, to see little haunted places and, you know, experience, you know, see if I could actually experience something.
yes i i want to send says is true it might not seem it but in japan suicide That would be an intensely haunted area.
The people who commit suicide don't really leave, you know.
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Well, the filling I was looking for, I think I actually experienced it.
Anyway, I looked on the tree, there was actually like a little straw.
It was made out of straws.
It was a cross, and it was pinned right onto that exact tree where I seen the person running, where we actually saw the person running.
And there was a, I don't read Japanese myself, but she translated it, and it was basically he had written his death note on the tree.
And as soon as I got up to, I basically had yanked her over here to see it, and basically about five or ten seconds later of just standing there in shock, raindrops, it wasn't even really a gloomy day, but it was almost nighttime, so it was kind of dark.
I'm sure you could kind of get the picture of how it would look in a forest.
Well, of course, another totally rational reaction.
Thank you very much.
In the Forest of the Dead in Japan, where the attitude about death and dying and religion and everything, for that matter, is so different that it's hard to contemplate here.
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As it will be every year, I have an opportunity to do it for you.
One thing it should have done is to have caused you to stop for a moment and think, as you listen to some of these obviously true stories, there's got to be something more.