Ghost to Ghost 2005 explores haunting encounters—Dave and Joe hear a drowned child’s laughter in Ohio’s woods, while Peggy’s ex-husband’s home becomes a site of unexplained burglaries tied to a 1977 murder-suicide. Barbara sees her glowing mother post-death, and John’s truck is pushed off tracks by unseen forces amid children’s cries. Marilyn’s NDEs align with precognitive visitations, while Diana’s terrifying vision at a Louisiana school may hint at supernatural guardians. These stories suggest spirits linger to communicate or warn, often linked to unresolved trauma or death, blurring the line between grief and the unexplained. [Automatically generated summary]
If you're one of those, your phone's probably going to ring.
And then, of course, Fast Blasts.
If you want to do a one-sentence summary that will convince me yours is a serious and good ghost story and include your phone number, then maybe.
And then, of course, people who just get in on the line.
So we'll, you know, we'll mix it up.
Now, this program is only about one thing.
Life, and more importantly, death.
Life is short.
Really short.
Gee, I can remember when I was crawling in the crib, and here I am, you know, 60 years old, staring at the Reaper.
And so it shall be for all of you.
All of us.
Now, that leaves a really big question.
The one that probably drove me to begin this program in the first place.
Is there anything after all of this?
Or is this some accidental or even purposeful biological existence that goes no further than this?
I don't think so.
I've been convinced by a number of things, electronic voice phenomena, the voices of the dead that I have heard and the people I trust who have recorded them.
And then, of course, what you're going to hear tonight.
And that would be real ghost stories from real people.
So it is kind of scary at times because this is the real McCoy.
Ghost Ghost 05 coming right up.
Music As I said, these are just regular people you're about to hear.
Regular people.
And so, if you're wondering whether there's more to this life than just the short physical existence that we have, you're going to want to listen during the evening.
And I think at some point you'll begin to convince yourself, and for that reason alone, it's well worth the listen.
East of the Rockies, you're on the air and the first caller this night.
Well, I've been a police officer about 10 and a half years, and on the south end of the city in which I work, there are two large estates right across the street from one another.
And about four years ago, my buddy Joe and I were working the midnight shift, and we got called to one of the estates about 12.30, quarter to one in the morning.
Somebody had thought maybe there were some deer hunters on the property.
They have a large wooded area on the property there.
Last thing you'd expect to find in the woods late at night.
unidentified
Exactly.
So I said, okay, so we looked around a little bit and we didn't see anything, hung around for maybe another 10 minutes and nothing came of the call.
So we left and we had referred to it a couple of times over the years, you know, just kind of jokingly.
Well, fast forward ahead to about four months ago, Joe and another officer got called back to the same estate, this time for an alarm at the main house.
They got there and they were met by the caretaker who explained that the power line had been cut to the house and that's why the alarm had gone off.
And they were standing outside talking to him.
And Joe was, they were near the woods and Joe was kind of looking around, a little uneased.
And the other officer, Ron, asked him what the problem was.
And Joe said, these woods just kind of give me the creeps.
And that was all he said.
And the caretaker looked at him and kind of chuckled and said, why, have you heard the kids laughing at you from the woods?
And ever since then, according to the caretaker, the family and the maintenance people and caretakers and visitors and whatnot have all reported hearing these kids laughing from the woods.
Yeah, I know, and so many of them appear to be small children, you know, and as you're considering life after death, man, the last thing you want to imagine is that a child remains on this earth as it was after something, for example, like that.
That that's to me that's horrifying.
And even to the EV peop people, it's it's horrifying.
And so there you go.
And so you think that what was heard was a ghost and it was a child?
unidentified
Well, I know when I heard it, there was no mistaking it when I heard it.
And like I said, Joe said he heard the same thing.
I didn't have to ask him, did you hear the kid laugh?
He just said I heard what sounded like a kid laughing.
And as I said, the last thing you want to contemplate is that if there is another life that it's spent on this earth, perhaps in the same form, eternally, there is one counterbalance argument to that possibility, and that is that it is only an echo of you, that your soul has moved on, and that what remains to be heard by those two police officers is only an echo of some sort of your life.
Just about the last caller, I realized that the story was the children had died on the estate, and the woods may very well be haunted, but it has to be remembered that a lot of times you are called with children's laughter because it's very tempting to go and help a distressed child.
And I really should have asked them why they didn't venture into the woods, but anyway.
unidentified
Yeah, that's not why you called, right?
Yes.
Okay, my story.
I was an Army brat.
My father was in the Canadian forces.
And when I was around 10 years old, it was the mid-1950s, we were stationed in Western Command in Alberta, Canada.
And it was a desolate posting, the old story of the prairies where you can watch your dog run away for five days.
And so my mother originally was from Glasgow, Scotland, and she had come over as a young girl.
So she had been in Canada for 30 years or so, or 25 years.
And her only contact at home was in the old days.
You didn't phone.
It was the old four airmail letters.
And they went back and forth over the years.
But she had never seen her family or visited Scotland before.
So one evening, this is back and we're in Alberta.
We had gone to bed.
We'd been in bed for hours.
And my mother went up to bed.
And in the tradition of the 50s, my father locked up and secured all the windows, and he followed her to bed.
And sometime in the small hours of the morning, my mother woke up and really felt an urge to go downstairs and pour herself a glass of water from the kitchen, saying something she can't ever remember having done before.
So she simply used the light from the staircase to get down the stairs.
And as she got to the bottom of the stairs, she just froze because sitting in her armchair in the living room was an old woman.
And the old woman calmly gazed at her.
My mother, it was probably a few seconds.
My mother said she felt she was rooted there for minutes.
And then she was terrified.
She ran up the stairs and she broke into the heard my father's bedroom crying.
And he woke up and he said, okay, well, I'll go downstairs and find out what's going on.
So he came down the stairs and checked all the doors, all the windows.
So the next morning, when they got up, my mother was still pretty upset.
She hadn't got much sleep.
My father said, well, I can stay home today and take care of the kids, whatever, and I'll go to work and just be with you, you know.
And she said, no, no, go ahead to work.
I'll be okay.
Have coffee with friends and I'll get over it.
So he went off to work and he came back within an hour.
Because when he arrived at work, there was a telegram on his desk.
And he opened a telegram.
And the telegram said that my grandmother, my mother's mother, had died the night before when lightning struck the tenement houses in Glasgow in the ensuing fire.
Do you think it's that the departed wants, I don't know, somehow to comfort the living, let them know there is still an existence, still here, something.
unidentified
It's really something because they repeated your 1993 show, I believe, last night.
That's right.
And you had, at the end of the program, you summed up by saying that, you know, before the souls depart, they want to visit the friends, they perhaps want to.
To the closest one to you, to let in some way to let that person know that you're all right, that it's not all over, that things are going to be okay, and they too will be okay.
Very few by percentage make it.
But that's a pretty, pretty interesting story, I would say, wouldn't you?
I'm presuming they compared photographs and that the identity was firmly made.
And out in the marsh, I'm sitting down, and out in the marsh, I hear some dog tags, you know, they clanking together.
And I didn't think much of it.
I thought of dogs out there just goofing off.
And as I sat there, the chains just started coming closer.
The tags, you know, they were clinking and clanking and started coming closer.
So I'm thinking a dog's on its way and no big deal, no need for alarm.
And as my ears, I couldn't really see, to my left was a creek that came out of a pipe that came under the property and it wrapped around in front of me.
About a 10, 12 yard drop to the creek.
It creeks 10 yards.
Then the sandbank on the other side.
And then a bunch of marshy type small trees.
And then you could see maybe 10, 20 yards past the creek.
And here come those clanking sounds coming closer and closer.
And my ears were telling me that that should be visible soon.
Have you ever seen a deer that was being hunted, whether by man or a predator?
It doesn't matter.
The deer, just before, usually just before, it's pounced on or shot, it gets this invisible communication, and it suddenly knows it's in mortal danger.
Just bad, and I was ready to go because I should have seen it.
My ears were telling me it was there, but I couldn't see it.
And I'm looking around trying to figure, should I go back to the right or should it go to the left?
And I'm in New York, so it's not necessarily always a friendly place, and I'm out in the middle of this sump.
And you can't see that good.
To get to the back street of the neighborhood I was heading to, I had to make a left about 10 yards, go across the pipe to the right, go another 25 yards, and then up the side of the hill and bring me to the dead end street up there into the neighborhood where that have about 30 more blocks to my house.
And the trail on the other side went away from the creek.
So whatever should have been down there on that bank would have had about a 30-yard trip to where it was, and I had a 30-yard trip.
So I got up and bolted.
I figured I could beat it.
I hang to the left, run to the right, and I'm in full sprint.
And just as I got to the point where I would go up this hill, 10, 12-foot shadow, red, beady eyes, stepped up from the bank and was standing right now.
And I don't know how long I was there, sitting there contemplating some kind of communication coming at me, like step into me or something I didn't know.
But I didn't want to have nothing to do with it.
So I did what any red-blooded American 17-year-old would do in this situation.
I think I saw a bridge towards wizardry or shamanism or something.
That I had an opportunity had I done something maybe other than being totally afraid that maybe I could have maybe launched myself into another plane because certain things have happened over the last 25 years.
My family lived in Northern California at the time, town of Chico.
And we had a motorhome, a very big motorhome that we would take trips in.
And one summer night, I think it must have been a 4th of July weekend because my parents had decided to just take me and a couple of family friends on a little evening trip to some public park that was a little ways away along the Sacramento River.
So we were in the motorhome, and we never ended up making it to the Fireworks Festival because of this thing that I saw.
Still don't know what it is.
I'm hoping maybe you or some of your viewers might have an idea.
I have listeners radio, so you're going to have to describe it.
unidentified
Okay.
Well, while we were on the road, it was a dark, unlit highway, a heavily forested area, as I remember.
At some point on that trip, I decided to go to the back of the motorhome away from everyone else because there was a window right next to the bunk bed that I liked to look out of.
And I went back there, looked out the window, and like I said, it was pretty much pitch black outside.
You couldn't really see anything, but I was watching the shadows of the trees going by.
And all of a sudden, something appeared in the window right across from me.
It was a face.
It looked like a man's face, except it was hanging upside down.
I went screaming up to the front of the motorhome and freaking out, telling my parents and a couple of friends that were with us that I saw a bad man's face looking at me through the window.
And I don't know what they were thinking.
I don't know why they believed me, but they obviously saw that I was scared enough that I thought I had seen something.
Just looking out the window, watching the trees and the scenery go by, and a head upside down with glowing eyes pops upside down, staring you right in the face.
Hi there, you're on here Coast to Coast AM with...
Dana, we don't allow last names on the air, so I had to bleep that out.
So suffice to say it is Dana calling from where?
unidentified
Calling from Arizona.
The Clear Channel and KFYI.
Your signals come in loud and strong over this Halloween Eve tonight.
I have a son, Dylan, who, when he's about the same age as I was when this happened.
And the story I'd like to dedicate tonight for all your children, the listeners, who either their parents have said they could listen to your show or they've had to wait for their mother and father to go to sleep.
Of a time that's long gone here from things like that.
But we took our guns and loaded them with BBs and got ready to sneak out of the house to go over to the cemetery to see what could have been going on last night and the noises that we heard.
As Kelly and I were leaving out very quietly out the door, his two younger brothers, Steve and John, had woken up and they saw us and they wanted to come.
So in lieu of waking my Aunt Helen or Uncle Wayne up to let them know what we were doing, we took them with us too.
So off we went into the early morning with our Red Rider BB guns for an adventure.
Now, Art, as young boys, we didn't know what to do, so we thought we'd get Doug, Mark, or Craig, and they were some friends that were about two or three years older than us, and we figured they'd know what to do.
So we ran off down to get Doug, and he came back with Mark and Craig, and they decided they would take the casket and take it over to Doug's barn and put it there for safekeeping until we could figure out what to do with it.
All right, well we only have time for the scariest of them all.
unidentified
All right.
Well, we were living with my in-laws at the time, I was married, and I was working the night shift, and it was my night off.
Everybody else upstairs sleeping, and I was sitting in a semi-darkened living room, lit only by a street light outside, meditating on nothing in particular.
Suddenly, there was a presence in the room by the TV.
Nearly everyone's had the experience of sitting in a crowded auditorium and felt someone staring at the back of their head and turned around and looked at that one person.
That's how I sense entities.
Anyhow, I've had several such experiences, but this one was very strong.
I also sensed basic emotions such as anger, fear, confusion, and so on.
And I was sensing great fear.
I saw nothing but the inside of the room.
I said something like, it's okay, go outside and someone will be there to meet you.
In just an instant, whatever or whoever it was was beside my chair and gave me a hug that almost knocked the wind out of me.
There was no physical feeling to this, but it was definitely a powerful hug.
And then in an instant, it was gone.
I spent the rest of the night wondering exactly what had happened.
The next day, while I was sleeping, my mother-in-law called Uncle Harold, her 90-year-old brother-in-law, who lived across town, to see how he was doing.
There was no answer, so she took a key to his house and went over to check on him.
When she got there, she could see him sitting in his easy chair, but there was no response to her knock, so she let herself in.
The best guess was that he had died at the exact time that I had received my visitation the night before.
It was after I got up and told them of my experience the previous night, and they informed me of Uncle Harold's demise.
No doubt in your mind about where that hug came from.
unidentified
Oh, I have no doubt at all.
Uncle Harold and I were very, very close.
And he had willed his house to my mother-in-law.
And since we didn't have a home at the time, we moved into there.
It was just full of his little inventions.
He was quite the inventor.
And when I got a novice ham license, I was privileged to use the same antenna that he had used to contact Admiral Perry on at least one of his polar expeditions.
It's always wonderful to move into a house where, if you're a ham radio operator, where there's already an antenna.
But in this case, a hug, huh?
Yes, already indications of a sort of an early theme that the dead want to come back at least long enough to let somebody know that they're all right or in some way give them an indication.
I believe I had such when my father passed.
Is it that?
Or is it that you're looking for something?
Well, I can tell you honestly, I certainly wasn't.
In the case of my dad, it was a little bat that landed on our porch on the morning of his passing.
It was so unusual, it stayed the day and it just left, and it was fine.
But this bat just flew virtually right down to my feet on the front porch, and just it was bizarre.
Anyway, I think that those who pass do try to let those who remain know in some way, sometimes very graphically, that they're still there.
Subsequently, we had two burglaries and then had a burglar alarm installed.
He was traveling to Sierra Vista and Fort Huachuca on a weekly basis with his job for the city there, and he'd be gone about five days a week, and this went on for months.
After we put the burglar alarm on, he was gone, and each night he was gone at exactly 2 a.m.
No later, our burglar alarm would go off.
When responding, the police couldn't find any entry.
Even the burglar alarm company had reviewed the system many, many times.
And I don't know if you're familiar with Arizona.
You can have your window open because of your swamp cooler about an inch and a half, two inches max, and still have your system operational.
Well, anyway, both the police and the alarm company would have it set so that the window was open and try to set that alarm off.
It would not go off for them.
Now, mind you, while this was going on, each time the alarm went off, I had trained my children to immediately run to my room, lay down next to the bed, and I had a 357 Magnum underneath my pillow that I would point toward the hallway, the bedroom door.
You know, these shows end up scaring me every damn time.
This is really doing it for me.
Already I see this theme and here you are again with children and what a tragedy.
Well, did it ever all end or is this something that's just going on and on?
unidentified
Well, you know, after months and months of this and the police responding, one of the policemen pulled me aside and he said, lady, if I were you, I would not spend another night in this house.
I've heard that when you go to sell a house with the kind of activity that you had, you're actually legally responsible to tell the person, maybe in California or just some states, I'm not sure, that it is a haunted house.
Well, you sure got one to tell you to get the hell out, though.
Thank you very, very much for the story.
So many of these hauntings seem to have some kind of tragedy, incident, you know, some horrible accident or suicide associated with them.
Could it be, of course, we frequently speculate, that souls are held here on earth or in some kind of purgatory when it's something like what was just described?
East of the Rockies, you're on the air.
unidentified
Hello.
Hi.
Hi.
I've been listening, and we've had quite a few incidents happen, and there was one that just happened recently, and it really sort of worried me.
But we'd gone through the hurricane, and I had been up all night, you know, going through the hurricane.
Well, it seems to, thank you very much, Ron and the family then.
Anybody out there watching the show Medium, it's kind of interesting, actually.
I believe they ran three in a row this night.
It's the story of Allison Dubois.
Allison Dubois lives down in Phoenix.
She's a real person.
I'm trying to get an interview with her, by the way.
I'm working on that.
Even if I have to do it during the day and tape it or something.
God, I really want to interview Allison Dubois.
But in the show medium, she frequently has, what you just heard, encounters, actually seeing a person who is dead in trying to resolve some kind of situation, ongoing tragic murder or something associated generally with crime because she works for the district attorney.
Anyway, it's a pretty good show.
So if you haven't seen Medium, it's something you might want to check out.
And I certainly would be interested in interviewing Mrs. Dubois.
We're exploring with all of you real experiences people have had with, well, those who have passed, for the most part, not all of these stories may have been that.
And you have to imagine that in addition to human spirits that for whatever reason may remain or remain in contact with some of us, there are perhaps spirits that have never been, nor ever will be, human.
It's from a book that I've written on my experiences as a person who's been sensitive to those sorts of things over the years.
And it's called the Mineral Springs Sanitarium.
This is a true story.
And the Mineral Springs Sanitarium was a tuberculosis center built in the early 1900s down in Cannon Falls, Minnesota.
It was kind of way out in the sticks.
Well, anyway, when we were back in high school, Me and some friends decided to go down there, and we didn't know where it was, but it turned out that a friend of the family had a mom who worked there, and she told us where it was because it was abandoned.
So we went out there to shoot a music video.
We just kept on getting this weird feeling.
And you can imagine, it's just like a standard hospital.
You know, it's four floors, an elevator on one end, and a staircase on the other end.
And we went in the place, and there were still beds in the rooms and files in the filing cabinets, and even stuffed toys left in the nursery.
The whole place had just been like it was just abandoned.
So anyway, what we did was we decided to go back the next night and explore, you know, and see what it was like at night.
And so we went there, me and a friend of mine, and we took some baseball bats with us because there were rumors of like satanic tuls and stuff down there, of course.
You know, it's Urban Legends stuff.
And anyway, we went down there and we decided to start at one end of the building and she took one side of the hallway and I took the other side and we'd go in the room with the flashlights and the baseball bat and see if anybody was in there.
And if nobody was in there, we'd shut the door behind us and leave.
Well, we did this for like the first floor and the second floor and finally we got to the third floor of the facility and we were about halfway down the hall and all of a sudden I come out of this room and I shut the door and nobody's there and we're going on to the next door and all of a sudden bam, one of the doors slams behind me and I turn around and she looks at me and it happened to be the room that I just came out of.
Well we're trying to explain it off.
You know I might have missed somebody or maybe it was the wind because there was some broken windows.
So I go back to the door and the handle's still jiggling and that's when I realized that the door opens in, not out and I had shut the door behind me.
So I opened the door and look into the room and it was a room that didn't have a closet or anything in it and the glass was still in the window of this room.
And she looks at me and goes, we should get out of here.
So I'm like, okay, I'm with that.
So we turn around and we start heading down towards the stairwell, which was maybe about 50 feet away.
And we made it about halfway there.
And all the doors on that floor started opening and slamming as hard as you, I mean, you know, as hard as you could open and slam a door physically.
This happened years ago when I was living in Colorado Springs in the mid-80s.
My girlfriend and I were out for a drive one night on a dark mountain road up in the mountains above town and parked at a place where we could overlook the city lights below.
But we were sitting on the car facing away from the city lights and looking down into the darkness of the road as it headed back into the mountains.
And suddenly, two shadowy figures emerged from the blackness and were coming silently toward us.
And each black, featureless figure appeared as a head and a torso, but the lower form was indiscernible and appeared to just fade into nothingness.
Yeah, were these things, how would you describe them as floating?
unidentified
Absolutely.
I was just going to say they were floating straight towards us, and they weren't weaving side to side or bobbing up and down or jostling in any way that you might associate with normal walking.
I mean, living humans, as you say, when you move, you jostle, you walk, you move back and forth, you don't float evenly.
That's horrible to begin with.
unidentified
Okay, so that's make me nervous.
So as I first laid sight upon them, they appeared to be about 75 yards away from us and coming straight towards us, floating straight towards us.
And I just casually said, here come a couple people.
And about three seconds later, they appeared to be only about 50 yards away.
And I said, and they're coming pretty fast.
And then about two or three seconds later, they appeared about only 25 yards away.
And I shouted, get in the car.
And we scrambled into the car, nervous wrecks.
And I'm shaking my keys so bad I could barely get the car started.
And finally, I get it started.
And I gun the car, peel out, just as my girlfriend, who's looking out the back window, screams, Jimmy, go.
And we got out of there and drove home.
We were scared out of our minds.
And we took a lot of time to quiet down.
And I began to ask her to tell me her version of this story.
I didn't tell her anything that I saw, I just wanted to see what she would tell me and see how well they match.
And they matched virtually perfectly in every detail.
But she did add that as I was peeling out and she was looking over her shoulder out the rear window, these two ghostly figures had closed the remaining distance and were nearly upon us.
Yeah, and she would have, of course, been the only one to have seen that looking back telling you to get the hell out of there.
Yeah, I've got that.
unidentified
Right.
And you would think by that close, something more detailed would have come into view, but she didn't mention that any did or that they diverted off the path.
Well, this is probably a silly question for you because you have no way of knowing.
But had you not made it the hell out of there, what do you think might have happened?
unidentified
I've wondered that all these years, and I have no idea what would have happened if it just would have gone poof and it was gone, or what turned out to be people.
But I've had doubts as to whether it's people like riding bicycles or something, because even then you would still see some wavering of some kind or maybe hear the bikes.
Well, a rational human brain tries to make sense out of something that makes no sense at all, you know, like floating parts of bodies.
Very bad.
unidentified
I never could imagine anybody taking that kind of chance coming upon us because, I mean, for all they know, we could pull out guns and blast them down, you know.
So it just kind of casts a little more doubt on the likelihood of just being a couple casual strollers, you know.
Well, anyway, everybody that would come over, you know, cousins and friends and, you know, just whoever, they would go upstairs and, you know, you get hungry and I'd run down and get something.
All of them.
All of my nieces, all of my nephews, all of my cousins and friends hated going upstairs.
They didn't want to go up there because they kept telling me things would happen to them.
Well, nothing ever happened to me.
So it didn't bother me.
You know, I wasn't afraid of any.
So I'd laugh because it would keep everybody out of my room.
We go in and open up the door, and in the middle of the room is this big bird, you know, way back when when they had big birds that would talk, and I'm sure they still have them, and a teddy rubskin that would tell stories.
Okay, well, they were carrying on.
It was like they were talking to one another.
And so me and her start laughing.
It's like, oh, you've left the toys on.
You know, you're scared for nothing.
We go into the room to turn them off.
And it's at that point that we realize they're not on.
Perhaps because I understand how impossible that is.
unidentified
Anyway, she took off, huh?
Well, after she had moved, and I guess it was a year or two later, I went back up to visit her at her new house now.
And We were laughing, cutting up, talking about how everybody hated my upstairs bedroom, and how she kept saying that's haunted, and she never did go back upstairs.
I was laughing about that because here she was, a mother now, and she still wouldn't go upstairs in that house that I used to live in, my home.
And this actually happened when I was living in Southern California.
I was runicoping at a hospital, and I'd been there maybe about six weeks.
And one of the floors that we had, it wasn't earthquake retrofitted, so it was an abandoned floor.
So one night I got off the elevator and looked at the first patient room to my left, and we had looked for transients and things like that, make sure, you know, everything's okay.
The bathroom lights on in there, and that wasn't a problem.
You know, plumbing still worked, you know, electricity worked.
So I walked in there, I flicked off the light, and I started checking all the rooms, subsequently down the floors, or down the floor.
And I get around the other side, and I hear two voices.
It sounded like maybe a male and a female just talking.
I mean, and I'm thinking it might be our environmental services people.
So I'm like, yeah, you know, let me go say hello.
So I backtrack and go back around and there's nobody there, but that light's on now.
I'm like, that's sort of strange.
So I go back in, I turn off the light, and I start checking it again.
I get back to the same spot where I was at, and I hear the two voices again.
Just sounded like just a male and a female just talking.
And could barely, I couldn't make out what they were saying, though.
So instead of going back the way I came, I went up and around to the nurse's station.
And again, it was, you know, hospital for it, it's almost a circle type deal.
And there's nobody there.
And at that time, I started to get this feeling that, you know, there's something up there.
And so, you know, but I have to do my job, so I finish it out.
And later on, I was talking to one of my partners, and he told me that when he was in training, he was up there, and he had got done checking all the rooms also.
And he had walked over to the elevator, and he hit the call button for the elevator, and he saw something flash out of the corner of his eye.
And he looked over, and the last room he had checked, the call waiting light was going off now.
And the only way to get that to go off is if you have to be inside the room pressing a button.
Tess Gerritson, Dr. Gerritson, who told us a story about how they used to put bells with ropes inside of coffins so that if you were to awaken in your coffin, you'd be able to yank real hard, no doubt, on this cord and, you know, let everybody know you're still alive, but you're trapped in your coffin.
Most of you have good hearts.
That's one good part of all this.
I mean, so much of this is virtually heart-stopping that the majority of you calling who have been through these experiences, you've just got to have good hearts, right?
Good, strong hearts, because here you are telling your story.
East of the Rockies, your turn to tell your story.
Well, there are many who believe that on the other side, if we make it, you know, to the supposed good place, you are restored to your best health and all the rest of that sort of thing.
You know, could it have been some sort of psychological protection, you know, your own mind reaching out and telling you what you essentially want to hear?
Well, that is one thing about this program, of course, that people do hear other people, and then they say to themselves, I guess, well, I guess I'm not nuts.
And you could, same thing, see right through them.
They were made of black smoke.
Like When you burn plastic, I don't know, when I was a teenager growing up in Missouri, like on 4th of July, you'd see plastic burn, and it was just acrid black smoke, and it was just angry.
But now, subsequent to that, there have been so many stories about people who have intentionally parked their vehicles on the train tracks, some of them sprinkling powders and stuff.
And these vehicles are pushed over these train tracks in San Antonio.
And you can actually see little children's hand marks on the back of the vehicles.
unidentified
Yeah, I tried the baby powder, but I never got anything from that.
But what's amazing that this vehicle that we're in is very big, very humongous.
And what was weird is that it goes up on a hill a little bit.
And the third time around, I was telling my friend to mess with the brakes.
He kept messing with the brakes.
He kept messing with the brakes.
I told him when you get right to the slope and the truck's pointing kind of up at an angle, I said, step on the brakes.
I said, "Make it come to a complete stop." He did that, and then I told him to let it go because I wanted to see if he was going to push the big They pushed over the truck and it went sliding to a slope to the side.
And there were four guys in the back.
I had four friends in the back.
There was three people inside the truck.
Girl in the middle, my friend Donald, Angel driving the truck, four of us in the back.
You should not have, all right, first of all, you should not have been testing that in that way.
um you know i i've heard from enough people about this story that i guess i believe it's true that these children that were killed now push vehicles off these train tracks but to go and intentionally test it in the way you did and to apply the brakes and to cause these entities to break out in tears that's a little much i don't think i'd be testing it in that way that's really tempting some kind of fate i think you're on the air coast to coast a.m. with our bell high good
Okay, you're going to have to speak up good and loud for me.
unidentified
Okay.
My wife and I make a number of trips to Ireland.
We've been there three of the last four years, four times total.
And we like to hunt out castles.
And there are so many there that the people are so nice you can usually knock on the door or the caretaker or the castle itself and get the guided tour or get permission.
And we hit it, finally made that one mile drive up the driveway and parked in the parking lot.
And just a beautiful gothic castle, very big.
And went and knocked on the door and of course nobody answered.
And so we kind of just walked the perimeter and we noticed a lot of saw horses and construction material around and we figured like a lot of old castles it was under renovation.
And I told myself that and then like, this is probably the dumbest thing I've ever done.
So kind of rattled around and found her, came back down the stairs and we saw her, stairs going down.
So we proceeded and we ended up in the dungeon.
And all this time, from the time that we came in with the wedding party, this white cat was following us around.
And kind of rubbing against our legs and we'd pick it up and pet it and it purred and just it followed us up the stairs and in the grand hallway and then down into the dungeon.
So we get down into the dungeon.
now we know we're really kind of in an area we shouldn't be so our senses of senses are really heightened because we're just sure we're going to get caught and there's really not much apologizing you can do other than just place the constable on it.
And so we're down there and we start hearing the construction noises and the remodeling noises and saws being placed down and saw horses being moved around and tools dropped and people walking.
So we're really trying to avoid that.
And we hear it ahead of us and so we go a little bit further and then we kind of back up.
And down in this dungeon in Charlotteville, it's a long narrow hallway with alcoves shooting off to the left and to the right, like little black tunnels, which is kind of creepy as you're walking by them.
And excuse me, all of a sudden we hear the footfalls coming down the steps.
And it's one of those kind of square spiral steps.
So the boots are coming down the steps, and my wife leaps in a dark alcove and beckons me in, and I kind of hit that deer in the headlights thing and just froze.
And the cat was on the bottom landing at the last turn, and the steps came down one at a time, distinctly hearing these steps.
And all of a sudden, the cat looked at me, looked up at the steps, and just hissed and arched her back.
And then the noise stopped.
And so we thought, boy, caught another break.
And kept kind of walking around and hearing a lot of these noises, but could never find them.
Well, as we came out finally and left the castle, we went out to our car and noticed that, you know, we were the only car when we got here, and now we're the only car while we're here.
And it's like 6 o'clock on a Friday night.
We know that these Irish, Good Irish folks aren't working construction after 5 o'clock on a Friday night.
So what were those noises coming from?
And never really did figure it out.
Now, this last year, 2005, In fact, in September, we went back for a trip, and we met the owner of the castle.
Wonderful lady.
She's an American, been there, I think, 15 years now.
And she gave us the guided tour of the castle, which is just steeped in history and Masonic history.
I mean, most people would, in photography, would say these are, you know, lens flashes, and everybody knows that if you get the sun in a lens, you're going to see a whole bunch of different suns.
And these are what they attribute orbs to.
But on the other hand, orbs have been picked up in some photography where it really may be the spirit or a spirit or something like that, because there's absolutely nothing that would do that to the lens.
So I'm, orbs, I don't know, they're kind of in my gray basket, but some of them are kind of eerie.
In 1977, actually, I had just rented a lovely little, cozy little duplex, half of a duplex, in Portland's West Hills.
And about the third night that I was there, just settling in, first I sensed this entity behind me as I walked into, I was going in and out of my little place, and it was evening.
And I sensed first, and I figured, well, maybe, you know, maybe I'm wrong about this.
I sensed a very tall being, and I actually turned around and I addressed him, and it was a male.
I knew somehow it was a male.
And I said, and I greeted him and told him I was no harm.
And I had emailed you with, it was just three little stories about how I was raised in a haunted house.
I will tell you the first incident, and it actually was the most frightening, even though I don't think you ever really get used to that kind of thing when it happens.
I just figured it was a kid, you know, like my niece or something.
But these thoughts are coming as quickly as what you could even think them.
And so I think there's somebody under the bed, but I know there's no one there.
And then I hear Donna.
Now I look to my bedroom window because all the kids in our neighborhood, we all got together and played until the sunset, and things were different back then, what they are now.
And we would talk to each other through the open windows at night if one could be out later than the other or whatever.
Are you sure I remember?
And I look to the window, but the window is shut.
And I am wearing flannel pajamas.
So now I start thinking, no, it's cold outside and there's no one there.
And before I can even get that thought out of my head, this voice says to me, Donna, don't be afraid.
I just want to talk to you.
And with that, I became so afraid.
I remember opening my mouth, but no sound came out.
I tried to scream so hard and no sound could come out.
You know, the moment something tells you, don't be afraid, your reaction is going to be, I've got something to be afraid of.
unidentified
Finally, when the voice came out, my father came running to me, and he comforted me, but he really didn't even know what to say.
I know that he and my mother had talked about it after that.
And then, of course, there were other incidences in that house.
And as I grew older, then my father would start to talk to me about how he had experienced things just like that in this house.
But the thing that, and I've tried to analyze this, and listening to your programs, I'm wondering now if what I experienced there in that room that night was maybe a sort of time travel because I refused to sleep in that room ever, ever again.
I was with my friend, and I was about 12 years old at the time, and we were walking out in the piney woods, and we saw this cabin.
And it had a window that was a little bit open on the bottom, and we didn't see any cars around.
So being kids, we opened the window and crawled down into the basement.
And we didn't hear anybody, and I was attracted to a piano, so I went over and lifted the piano bench, and I was looking at the music, and it had music like the Andrews Sisters from World War II, and it had like Lynn Miller Orchestra.
And I thought, well, this is funny.
All this music is from the 40s.
So I went over into a closet, and there was like a leather sports jacket from the 40s and a prom dress.
So I said, well, let's go upstairs.
So we went upstairs and went into the living room, and on the coffee table were these papers, newspapers, describing World War II.
And I got the thinking, this is so strange.
And I just looked around, and there was nothing from the 50s.
No, you know, rock music or Elvis music or any other papers.
It's kind of like you slipped into another time, sort of accidentally or somehow everything was from some other time.
unidentified
And but it was not like dusty.
At first I thought, well, maybe the family had just left the vacation home and been killed or hurt in an accident and never returned, but everything looked shiny and new.
And I went to the kitchen and there was like a small light on in the stove and like a coffee cup.
You know, I sometimes wonder, there are a lot of people in this world that just go missing.
I mean, they're just never heard from again.
Nobody's ever found.
You know, they just go missing.
There are many, many, many cases like that.
And you've got to wonder if occasionally somebody like yourself has an experience like you had, except doesn't come back.
unidentified
Well, in kind of analyzing this, looking back on it, my father was in the, he was an Army airman, and he helped work on the timing device that dropped the atomic bomb.
Well, that might be a leap on your part or another.
unidentified
It took me a long time to kind of come to that conclusion, but I thought maybe I had gone back in time to try and see how things might have been back then.
So by this time, I'm up at the top of the door because it's pulling me up.
So I've got my head inside the door and my other arm and my other leg.
I've got both my legs wrapped around the door jam, and this thing's pulling me, and my arm is burning.
And my mom comes out of the kitchen, and she looks at me, and she thinks I'm joking around or something, because I'm up at the top of the door, and that's all she can see.
And she goes to grab me and pull me off, and when she does that, we both get yanked out the doorway.
And then she starts to realize that something's pulling on me, and what's happening.
So you think he took energy, life, energy from you?
unidentified
Well, what I think happened is this is the thing that I finally got out of him.
He was kind of a troubled youth, and he grew up in Oregon, Eugene, Oregon area.
But one time he said he was walking in the woods as a young teenager, and this voice came to him and said, well, I will give you power if you want this power, and he accepted it.
And I just think that he had allowed this dark power to kind of give him this confidence because I found out later, I mean, so many big things he lied about.
But yeah, I think that the spirit left his body when he was thinking of killing himself.
That's what I think happened.
And then I think it actually was like in the tree outside the front door.
I was telling you about the Yorktown Victory Center and the ghosts that pop up every once in a while there.
And being a security guard out there, I love security guards.
One night happened to have a certain circumstance where I had just finished going through the inside museum area and had glanced over and saw what I thought was George Washington.
I glanced back again.
I didn't see it.
And a few moments later, I was outside going into the forest area out behind the camp.
And all of a sudden, I started hearing this sound about six feet behind me.
Okay, I was hovering up above the ground, and I noticed a large group of people on the road, and I was curious, so I kind of just floated over, and I looked in there, and I was really startled when I saw myself laying on the ground.
And with that, I just kind of, that's the last thing I remember.
I was like stuck back into my body.
That was just like the beginning of everything that started happening to me.
Many, many people who have had near-death experiences have a lot of follow-on stuff happen to them.
unidentified
Well, I would get these, what I called visitations at night.
Before a close friend or a relative in our family would die, I would have visitations by ghosts.
And there would always be more than one night of it.
So when it started, I would just be terrified because I couldn't fall asleep.
I knew it would keep happening and happening.
Well, one time this visitations had started happening to me, and I knew another one was going to come that night.
I had the bed pushed up against the wall, and my husband sleeping on the outside.
I was kind of afraid there.
And I was laying there in bed, just totally terrified, and I could feel like these fingers going up the nape of my neck, and I could feel that the fingers were so like grabbing the hair.
And I knew within myself that if it was able to grab my hair, it would pull me to somewhere.
I don't know where, but I didn't want to go there.
And so I started screaming, and I woke up my husband.
And I had subsequent visitations to that.
I would see, like, shadows marching up against the wall.
You know, of course, your story is very similar to other NDE type experiences that people have had.
I mean, I've really interviewed quite a number of people who have had a sort of a brief instant on the other side, and inevitably they have these follow-ups.
And I wonder if there is some kind of connection, kind of like, you know, once you've been there, once you've made a connection with the other side, it maintains a connection with you.
And a lot of people have precognitive experiences.
A lot of people have visitations, much like that young lady was just describing.
I would think that would be the repetitive kind of thing.
That worries me, has always worried me, this apparent repetitive action that people seem to experience in these stories.
I mean, you know, in death, that they do the same thing again and again and again, a hell of its own, really, if you think about it.
But again, it does lead one toward the possibility that all we're experiencing and all we're noticing is some kind of, I don't know, endless tape loop, sort of a vibration that remains, but not really a ghost as we think of a soul.
Excuse me, I'm just getting over a cold right now, so if I sound a little hoarse to you, just let me know.
Okay.
Okay.
Back in 95, me and my dad and a friend of ours, we were out hunting.
There's about a foot and a half of snow out there, and we go back into our tree stand, separate up, and around about lunchtime, we meet up with my dad on his tree stand.
We're sitting there having lunch, and look out across the hillside there in the thicket.
My dad says, look at that.
He said, there's a guy and a woman over there.
And he's holding her hand, and they're making tracks up through the woods, up through this thicket.
And we're looking at him, and he has a long-sleeved dress shirt on, dress pants, and dress shoes.
She has a white dress on with high heels.
Now, there's 18 inches of snow out there, and it's about 10 degrees out.
And we're all bundled up and like, what the heck are they doing back here?
So my buddy pulls his binoculars out, and he's looking at them, and I pull mine out and out of my pack.
We're looking at them, too.
And, you know, all of a sudden, you know, we're checking them out, and they just like disappear.
So towards the end of the day, maybe about 4 o'clock in the afternoon, we're working our way out to go home, and we're looking at the tracks in the snow.
It's, you know, almost like you went to another time or another time came to you, or there was some little window of something that just should not have been.
unidentified
Well, it's more like, I think it was more like there was a window that came to us because about three-quarters of a mile from us used to be an old farm up at this place up in the state park.
And there was an old farm up here because we found foundation stones from like 1810, 1835 up here.
And, you know, kind of wondering, you know, wonder what happened back then that you see a young guy and a young woman and they're making tracks up through the woods.
And when you leave for today, you see no tracks in the snow from them.
And I had never had this happen to me before, kind of unfamiliar with it.
And I battled with this for about five minutes and then fell immediately back into a deep sleep.
Into this sleep, I was in this dream state where I was in like a grayish-like hallway, and I saw my grandfather, who had committed suicide when I was about six months old.
And I went to approach him and hug him, and he pops me right in the nose, bloodies my nose in the dream, and we're struggling, and a woman in a blue gown came and got this, got my grandfather off of me and told me it's going to be okay.
She's just confused.
I'm so sorry.
So when I wake up, I snap immediately back just completely awake, not the least bit tired.
And there's my ex-girlfriend, and she is bawling.
I mean, completely in tears.
Couldn't get a word out of her for an hour.
And finally, when I did get a word out of her, she said, what does she mean that I'm confused?
Yeah, thank you very much for contributing to it as well.
Well, I guess my first reaction would be that you really did not escape the paralysis, that you really didn't fall, obviously, back into a normal sleep after the paralysis, but instead you in some way gave in to the paralysis and voila, what followed.
You can fight off this sleep paralysis and wake yourself up or whatever, but that's not what happened to you.
You immersed yourself into it.
You're on the Air Coast Ghost to Ghost AM with Art Valhai.
By now, you probably figure somebody's messing with you.
unidentified
Yeah.
And so then it's like, okay, it's like, I got to get some sleep.
I got to get to school, you know?
So I lay down again, start to doze off, and then I hear this voice that goes, sleep now, Diana.
It's okay.
And I'm like, all right.
And the next thing I know, I wake up and my bed starts shaking.
The room, everything in the room just starts like crackling all over.
And then I look toward my closet door and there's this face, this like orangish red face with these reddish fire eyes and these arms on the head and like a black hood over the head.
And it's like getting brighter and bigger.
And it's like, I'm frozen.
And I'm like, oh, God, what do I do?
You know?
And the only thing I knew to do is just say, God, get me out of here.
And the next thing I know, I'm running, but my feet aren't touching the floor.
It's like something's carrying me out of that room.
And I ran to my best friend's room.
And I said, something happened.
Something happened.
She says, well, take it easy.
Just sleep in my room tonight.
And I didn't go back in that room for the rest of the night.
What conclusion do you now, when you think about it now, you're older, what do you think?
unidentified
I don't know.
Maybe something just trying to scare me because it knew things in my future, good things in my future that were going to happen to me, maybe trying to scare me.
I don't know.
I could never figure it out.
But I mean, I've had other little scares through my life, you know, where certain little things have happened, like trying to stop me from doing things or, you know.
When I was a boy, we lived in this house in Oregon City, Oregon.
I think I was about six years old when we moved in there.
And in Oregon City, there are a lot of historical homes.
It's built right at the end of the Oregon Trail.
And this house was one of those.
We still had the old clothfoot bathtubs and the old Art Deco light fixtures.
Everything was original to the house.
Anyway, it was a spooky old place.
I mean, you just looked at it and it was weird looking.
It was a spooky house.
And I'd play around in the basement, building forts and whatnot.
And our landlords lived across the street.
And I remember one day I was talking to the landlord, and in casual conversation, he brought up the fact that, wow, there was a ghost that lived upstairs in their house of an old lady that had died there.
And I didn't pursue the matter, what that was all about.
But not too long after that, things started happening around our house, you know, little lights going on and off and strange sounds in the house.
And every time I was in the basement, I felt like I was being watched.
So being a little kid, you know, my mom, we tried to tell, my brothers and I tried to tell my mom and dad, and they just kind of poo-pooed it, you know, overactive imagination type thing.