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Oct. 31, 2006 - Art Bell

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Coast to Coast AM with Art Bell - Ghost to Ghost 2006

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art bell ▲ ● ▼		From the Southeast Asian capital city of the Philippine Islands, Manila, I bid you all good evening, good morning, good afternoon, wherever you may be.
		This, ladies and gentlemen, is the annual Ghost to Ghost program.
		No guests, just you all.
		It's your opportunity to tell what you consider to be a very, very scary, very real ghost story.
		Now, I've got a copy of Merriam-Webster's collegiate dictionary here, and I took a look at it just for fun before airtime, and it says ghost one.
		This is very, very interesting.
		Definition one is the seat of life or intelligence.
		Check that out.
		The first definition, the seat of life or intelligence.
unidentified		Soul, if you will.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Two, a disembodied soul.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		The soul of a dead person believed to be an inhabitant of the unseen world or to appear to the living in bodily likeness.
unidentified		Three, spirit, or demon.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		But it's one that I really like.
		One, the seat of life or intelligence.
		It comes from the big collegiate dictionary.
		Really big one.
		So tonight is going to be your opportunity.
		If you know the numbers, you're welcome to begin lining up now.
		But I must warn you, we have a tough screener.
		Tom Danheiser is screening tonight.
		He will want to hear a little bit of your story and know that it fits in, that it's going to be a good one.
		Spirit attacks, entity attacks.
		Oh, I love those.
		Ghost stories that have kind of a catch, a gotcha at the end of them.
		I love those too.
		And of course, I have received, as requested, some by email, for example, art.
		My sister inherited my mother and my aunt's psychic abilities.
		My sister was asked to come to a house in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, a house that's over 100 years old, to smudge it.
		Now, I'm not familiar with the term smudge, but I guess I have an idea, a small idea.
		A family had recently bought it, and after they moved there, they began to experience strange activities.
		As my sister walked through the house, blessing it and smudging it as she went, she continued through the house into the dirt basement.
		When she walked into the basement area with four residents and her son, she suddenly threw up her arms and gasped.
		This stunned everybody.
		What she was experiencing was a long, skinny rifle in her face.
		She thought she was about to be shot.
		When she realized that, in fact, she was seeing a vision, she turned to her right, and there huddled together were two young Confederate soldiers with so much fear on their face that she started to pray for them, told them to go to the light.
		They'd been there for a long time.
		They'd be all right.
		She said the evil she felt was absolutely indescribable.
		Even though the residents told her there was some improvement after the smudging, they wanted her to return for additional smudging.
		The impact of the evil presence and the fear of the young soldiers prevented her from returning to this residence for any additional smudgings.
		In fact, she tears up to this day and cannot discuss the impact of the vision without crying.
		The owners of the house, of course, abandoned the house a few months later and moved back to their old neighborhood in Maryland.
		This, I can assure you, is a true story.
		Or this.
		A few weeks ago, my wife and I were driving about 100 miles to visit my family.
		While on the interstate, we came to a complete stop due to an accident up ahead.
		As we sat there, it became apparent that this was going to take quite a while, quite some time.
		So we turned around through the medium.
		Have you ever done that?
		Went back to the next exit and went around the wreck via country roads.
		Well, when we found the next on-ramp, just past the wreck, we started to get on the interstate and continue our trip.
		As we slowed down to look at the wreck from the bridge, we all do that, don't we?
		I saw a lady walking up the off-ramp.
		That's up the off-ramp, folks.
		Our eyes met for a moment, and for some reason, I got a very strange feeling from this lady.
		She just sort of stared right through me with the most bewildered and confused expression I've ever seen.
		A few days later, I was reading the local paper, and I just about had a heart attack.
		Her picture was there in the O Bits as one of the people killed in that wreck.
		Funny thing is, just after I saw her walking there deep, deep down, somewhere inside of me, I already knew.
		But the unbelieving side of me simply dismissed it as fantasy.
		Guess not, huh?
		Or this art, longtime SWL, ham, and coast fan.
		That means shortwave listener.
		Thought about telling you about this one for some time, so here goes.
		Back in 1978, I was driving out in a secluded rural area sometime after midnight on a date with a young lady.
		We parked on a deserted country road, talking and enjoying each other's company.
		When we noticed all the dogs and coyotes in the area were howling like crazy, so much so that we were a bit spooked at this point, and it was well past the time that she was supposed to be home.
		I started out of there, driving her on home, which was nearby, well out in the boonies.
		We approached her house from the long way round, as she didn't really want to go home yet.
		But I was anxious to get her home lest we both get in hot water With her parents.
		Anyway, we were rolling slowly toward her house, and we approached an old church.
		It was about an eighth mile from her house.
		It was such an old church that it had a graveyard in the back of it, as was practiced years ago.
		Remember that?
		Anyway, my date suddenly said, Look at that.
	I looked, and I saw what appeared to be a woman crossing on foot from the old church across the road in front of our path.
	So I slowed the car to a near stop, and the, in quotes, woman, crossed the road, probably not more than 50 feet in front of the car.
	But in the headlights, I could see it was a woman in a nightgown and nightcap of the old style, but she was floating about two feet off the ground and had no legs.
	I could also see that her eyes were just dark holes.
	No eyes visible.
	She never looked at us, but just stared straight ahead.
	My date was totally freaking out by now.
	I was so astounded, this part grabs me, that I stopped the car and popped the door open thinking I would jump out and get a closer look at this thing.
	But my date, having none of it, screamed at me to get us the hell out of there.
	The woman continued on across the road, passing right through rows of vines that grew parallel to the road.
	My girlfriend was just about hysterical at this point, made me promise to sit outside her house for a while, make sure nothing was around.
	That was the most fantastic thing I've ever seen.
	And believe me, Art, an absolutely true story.
	Now, I have many of these, and I'll kind of spread them around as we move through Halloween night.
	Now, listen, my ham cam photo is in the middle of the page, coast2coastam.com.
	It was kind of weird.
	It went up there, and the one I had put up there indeed went up there, and then I guess I got some other server, and I got an old picture, but I'm sure most of you are going to get the correct one.
	Now, many of you may have seen this before, but to me, it's a blowaway.
	And it was years ago.
	I think I posted this some years ago.
	I've always thought it was one of the top three ghost photographs ever taken by anybody.
	This particular one, obviously, the target of the photograph was a young lady.
	And that's one thing I always look for.
	You know, it's not like people are just randomly taking pictures and happen to catch ghosts.
	You know, something like that might be faked.
	This was not a random photograph.
	It was a little girl, somebody taking a picture of a little girl, but, oh, my God.
	In the foreground, in front of this young lady, there is this form of a being.
	Well, that's somewhat translucent, but it's pretty awful.
	I mean, you can see you can see sort of arms, you can see a head, you can see a body, you can see legs, and you can see some kind of tail.
	And it's, you know, somewhat translucent.
	It's really pretty freaky.
	So that's my little offering for the night.
	You may have seen this one before, but it's definitely, oh, definitely one of the better ones.
	All right.
	So again, tonight will be nothing but all of you.
	Now, again, we've got a tough screener.
	So what I want are tough, scary, well-told, gotcha kind of ghost stories.
	Now, I don't rule out, as I mentioned, entity attacks.
	There's something very, very frightening about being grabbed by something or touched by something or in some way manipulated physically by something.
	Actually, it's completely awful.
	Now, for the occasion, though outside the Philippine sunshine is bright and clear today and the weather good, I have darkened down my little cubicle, my little area where I do this program to give me the feel, the exact feel that I want for Halloween, which is what I've got right now.
	So in a moment, we're going to turn to all of you and we're going to begin sampling what is in the night across North America.
	Stay right where you are.
	Rob in Cedar Rapids, Iowa says, since when does Art Bell use call screeners?
	Rumph.
	Well, Rob, always in Halloween.
	And frankly, since I've been over here in Southeast Asia, it's been an easier way to go.
	And particularly on Halloween, when I want to make sure I get the very best of what's to be told out there.
	You see, I guess until you've experienced the reality of ghosts, you're fully entitled to go rumpf or anything else you want to do, or I don't believe, and I don't blame you.
	But once you've experienced something, well, then it's never as easy again.
	You can't join the skeptics.
	You can't join the doubters because you have seen yourself.
	So the very best you can do is sort of perhaps avoid the conversation or even the subject so that you don't have to talk about what you've seen.
	All right, let us begin.
	Let's go to the wildcard line and say hello, Jack, in Miami, Florida.
	You are on the air.
unidentified		I was at a Halloween party last year at a Frat House on a college campus.
		It was very Wicca and occult-oriented, the party.
		I was only there because of the girl.
		I wasn't interested in any of that at the time.
		Something that happened there did pique my interest in it.
		Basically, I was just downstairs, and someone came to the top of the stairs and asked if there was a Jack here.
		And I was like, that's my name.
		The guy said, would you come upstairs real quick?
		Because the board keeps asking for me or asking for you.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		The board?
unidentified		Yeah, they said the board.
unidentified		And I didn't even know what they meant by it, but I wasn't really having any fun at all.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Well, we're talking Ouija here.
unidentified		We're talking Ouija board.
		You know, so I just, I went upstairs.
		And when I got upstairs, I walked in the room and the people, the three people around it were reading it.
		And they just said, it said, I'm okay.
		And I asked them, I'm like, what's okay?
		Was it talking to me?
		You know, I was just asking questions.
		I was like, what is that thing?
		What's okay?
		They said they didn't know.
		And the one guy who did seem to know what was going on concerning all that said that the spirit that was talking then was different than the one that was asking for me.
		But that before, it was very insistent to them that it spoke to Jack and no one knew who I was because I wasn't in that group.
		I was just there because of the girl.
		And then the next day, this is why it's kind of hard for me to tell a story, but the next day I got a call from my mom, and it turned out that my dad passed away the night before at around the same time that I was at the party.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Oh.
		Jack, there is something to this, and I'm going to tell you, buddy, there is a kind of a window.
		Some ghosts perhaps can continue to haunt for years or be around for years, but there is, after somebody passes, a short window of hours, days, maybe as long as three weeks, according to some religions, when spirits can very easily make contact, and that's exactly what happened.
		And so that was your dad.
unidentified		Yeah, it got me into the show when I started researching it, so that's a good thing, too.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Did it, I'm curious, did it comfort you, Jack?
unidentified		Well, it confused me, really.
		I had to really wonder, you know, if that was him.
		Doing a little more research, I think it was him.
		It did, now that I know that he just, you know, he did want me to know that he was okay, even though at the time I had no idea what or who it was.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Boy, you know, in retrospect, what an opportunity to ask about the nature of the other side if only, you know, the same spirit had been there.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		But maybe that's something we are just not to know, Jack, until we get there ourselves.
unidentified		Possibly.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Take care, buddy, and thank you.
		Yeah.
		Yeah, that's exactly what I want.
		Ouija boards.
		A number of years ago, somebody, and I will, I'm not going to finish this story, so don't hound me to do it.
		But somebody sent me what had to be truly an ancient Ouija board.
		Really ancient.
		I mean, this thing looked like, you know, like it had been around since the 1800s or something.
		There was no explanation with it.
		There was no little letter with it or, hey, Art, I thought you'd like to have it.
		A number of you may recall, I think we had a quick interrupt there.
		A number of you may recall that I had this Ouija board, and something truly awful occurred.
		And I mean something truly awful occurred.
		Something so awful that I will not talk about it here on the air.
		Suffice to say that the Ouija board was dealt with by Ramona and myself in a manner that she understood much better than I did.
		But my God, that scared me.
		I mean, it really scared me, folks.
		And I don't scare that easily, but that incident, what happened with that dog-gone Ouija board is really frightening.
		West of the Rockies, you're on the air.
		Ghost to ghost AM to ghost.
unidentified		Thank you, Art.
unidentified		Okay, the screener liked to call mine a toy from the other side.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		A toy?
unidentified		A toy from the other side.
		That's what he said.
		A toy from the other side.
		I'll call it that.
		But what happened was I've been around spirits, ghosts, all my life since I was two.
		Some of them are good, some of them are bad.
		One that always came around that I could never see or never saw would always, I'd go to sleep and a strong burning smell would fill the room.
		And it was the type like out in a forest burning trees or burning wood.
		And it would wake me up and, of course, I'd flash to some place and see if everything was safe.
		And then one night, one night, because one night it happened, and it all happened so fast that apparently my spirit was out of my body while I was asleep and doing what they're doing.
		But I woke up so fast and I thought fire, and I flashed from my bed, and I didn't kill myself or anything, and I crashed right into him, right into him.
		He was on the corner of my bed, on the corner of my bed, and I flashed and we collided into each other.
		And because I had just woken up and in a real tranquil state, I could tell his features, his eyes and a mouth.
		You could just see, because it is energy, just open wide, and I scared the heck out of him.
		And I scared, and of course, I was just really, I don't know what, but in the moments that quickly happened, he came back up, and I was still trying to come back or get awake or whatever.
		And he, And I knew mental telepathy-wise, he showed me a toy.
		He had a toy.
		He was saying to me, this is my toy because we had this meeting.
		And I looked at it, and I'm an artist, and I can describe what I saw.
		I can describe what I saw.
		And afterwards, you can ask me what I saw, this toy from the other side.
		But I was so irritated, I had to get to this fire.
		So I just said, get out of my way.
		I ran to the kitchen, but I realized my spirit wasn't in my body, and I couldn't catch up with myself.
		I went forward, and I fell into the kitchen.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Diane?
unidentified		Yeah.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Hold the story right there.
		We've got to take a break here at the bottom of the hour.
		This is Ghost to Ghost AM.
		Ghost to Ghost AM indeed.
		A special liner from Ross Mitchell, the voice from down under.
		Good evening, good morning, good afternoon, whatever it may be wherever you are across most of the Americas.
		It's, of course, Halloween.
		In fact, of course, across all of the Americas.
		I suppose not the Eastern time zones.
		It may have clicked over.
		But what we're doing all night long is nothing but stories from all of you.
		Nothing but the very best.
		If you have a very excellent ghost story, I mean, grab you by the shorts and just tug, you know, that kind of ghost story, then we want to hear from you.
		Those are the numbers.
		Now, there is going to be one additional way that you can get your story on the air because we realize the phone lines are jammed.
		So if you have something totally beyond excellent, Tom Danheiser, the screener for this night, and a very tough screener he is, would be happy to peruse the Fast Blasts.
		And what you can do is go to Fast Blast and just put a little tiny nugget and say, Tom, this one is really, really good.
		And then supply your telephone number.
		And if Tom has time, he will indeed call you.
		So, in other words, calling in is not your only possible avenue to getting in, since we're so jammed on the lines.
		We'll add Fast Blast.
		Just put a little tiny nugget of information trying to tempt Tom into calling you about, you know, something about how good your ghost story is.
		And then put your area code and phone number there.
		And if you're lucky, if Tom is tempted, he will call you.
		Your phone will ring.
		And before you know it, you will be on the air.
		This is Ghost to Ghost AM.
unidentified		Ghost to Ghost AM.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		The Philippines are absolutely cell phone crazy.
		I mean they are cell phone crazy.
		We've got a young lady telling us about a toy.
		Well, I just got a new toy.
		It's a P990i, a Sony, new Sony cell phone.
		It's really cool.
		It allows you to do video calls back and forth.
		Oh, my God, it's cool.
		Also, Wi-Fi connections to the internet.
		You can send email.
		It's a smartphone, combo, PDA phone, and it just does everything you can possibly imagine, and then more.
		I'm still learning about it days later.
		So that's my new toy.
		Back now to Diane's toy.
		Diane?
unidentified		Okay, so I flee from him after I tell him, get out of my way.
		And I was going towards the kitchen, and it was as if I was trying to get there with no legs.
		And I could feel behind me something trying to get in me, trying, you know, trying to get in me.
		And I fell to my knees in my kitchen, and then I felt entered.
		And I entered, and I just felt it was my spirit.
		And all this had happened was my spirit out of my body and the conscious.
		And now I realize some things about this whole thing, what happens when we are asleep.
		So I was able to pick myself up off the floor and go back into the room.
		And of course, the smell and everything, as usual, is totally gone.
		But the toy, okay, I told you I'm an artist, so what the toy looked like, he held it from behind.
		I could tell he was maneuvering it from behind for me and holding it up in front of me.
		I can best just say in Star Wars, the very first Star Wars, not the little robot, but the companion of the little robot, E2, or what was his name?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Well, it was R2D2.
		That was the little one.
		And then 3CPO, I believe.
unidentified		Yeah, it was the taller one.
		Okay, this is what it looked like, but I don't know what it's called when scientists work with their calculus and you see all these lines crossed and all that stuff.
		Well, he was entirely the toy looked like that figure, but was of all these lines, dimensions and everything, crossed.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		That's weird.
		I have two questions for you.
		You said that you woke up in a start really quickly.
		You know, maybe these entities, Diane, depend on the fact that you're sort of in sleep and sort of coming out slowly of sleep.
		And so they can normally, quickly, easily get away before you're awake enough to know what was even there.
unidentified		Absolutely.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		That's comment one.
		Comment two, you said some good, some bad.
		Now, when you say good and bad, do you mean angelic versus evil?
unidentified		Yes, because I have my picture of one that was taken that was over me, and she's beautiful.
		She's just a beautiful, beautiful.
		It's in color.
		She's leaning right down over my head.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Well, there you have it.
		Thank you very much, Diane.
		As you might imagine, as in life, as in death, there's always an opposite.
		I guess you cannot define good.
		You cannot know good unless there is bad, unless there is evil, right?
		It has to be there, perhaps even on the other side.
		Certainly the stories would seem to verify that.
		Again, if you have a really good ghost story, don't be afraid to put a little tempting sentence about it on Pass Blast along with your area code and phone number.
		And who knows, mean Tom may call you.
		Wildcard line, you are on Ghost2Ghost AM.
unidentified		Hi, Art.
unidentified		This is Rose of Durango.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Hello, Rose.
unidentified		About 20 years ago, when I was in college, I rented a room in an old 100-year-old house.
		It's called the Gable House.
		Now, this house was an old, dusty brick color, a dark red, dusty color, with a black roof.
		And it was called the Gable House because it had these turrets and large gables and balconies, that sort of a thing.
		It was built in the late 1800s by a rich man.
		It later turned into the first hospital Durango ever had.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		I lived in a home just like it, hon. Have you?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Yeah, in Maryland, right on the Maryland-Pennsylvania border, very, very old house with 32 rooms.
unidentified		Wow.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		And it was a house that had secret passages in it.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		It was used as part of the slaves, you know, to get slaves from the south to the north.
unidentified		Oh, that would be fascinating.
		Well, this house had fallen into disrepair, and then in the 70s, a couple had bought it and refurbished it.
		They did the whole bottom part for themselves, but they kept the old operating table.
		And it came down from the ceiling on pulleys.
		And it was their living room conversation piece.
		Well, of course you move in, and all of the other college students are more than willing to tell you what your room was used for.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Yes, I'm sure.
unidentified		I was up on the third floor in the very back room.
		And they said, oh, I wouldn't want to be in that room.
		And I said, why?
		Because that's where they kept the mental patients.
		It was farthest from the front door.
		So I had, I've lived on Indian reservations a lot, and I had friends, and I asked them what to do.
		And they said, to protect the room, you do this, and they gave me a feather and everything.
		But they forgot to tell me to cleanse the room.
		So one night, I was laying in bed, and I woke up in the middle of the night.
		And over to the right of me were these three, you could call them shadow people, but I could tell that they were trapped within a small circle, and they couldn't get out.
		And I knew they couldn't harm me, but they just bothered me.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		I should say, yeah.
unidentified		One was a short, fat sort of woman.
		Another was a medium-sized, thin woman.
		And the third was a dark, thin man.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Did they have substance or were they sort of translucent?
unidentified		No, they were solid black.
		But I didn't get the impression that they were souls.
		I got the impression that they had been created as entities by the despair and sorrow that went on in the hospital.
		Have you ever heard of people creating an entity?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Yes, of course.
		The monster from the id.
		Yes, of course.
unidentified		Yes.
		And they didn't really seem to know I was there, but they were just so depressing.
		And so this all happened rather quickly.
		Next, I noticed that up at ceiling level to my left were three white entities.
		These three were men.
		One kind of reminded me of an old Greek scholar, Aristotle, Sophocles, or something like that.
		Sort of a Sean Connery for people who don't have the picture in their mind.
		And he was the one who was in charge.
		He was sort of the mentor of these other two.
		The other one seemed to be a short, fat, medieval merchant type.
		And the other one was just a non-time descript.
		He was just a young man, young athletic man.
		And the older fellow was sitting there.
		Here I was with these entities, and they're saying, well, now, in these situations, the protocol is to do blah, blah, blah.
		They were discussing it this way.
		And then suddenly, the young athletic spirit, and they were just white light, but I got the impression of what they were.
		But they did have arms and legs, white light with arms, legs, head.
		It dropped down on my left side, put its arm around me, and, you know, white light may be good, but I still don't want anything laying down next to me and putting its arm around me.
		No.
		So I said, what are you doing?
		And the young man said, I'm here to protect you.
		I fell asleep instantly and slept till morning.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Well, maybe perhaps again, the yin and the yang, the good versus the evil.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Maybe they were protecting you from the darker entities.
unidentified		Yes, that I had not cleared out.
unidentified		So people should clear before they protect.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		All right.
		All right.
		Thank you very, very much for the story, Rose.
unidentified		Thank you.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		And you take care, yes.
		The good and the bad.
		The good and the evil.
		They do seem to come together, don't they?
		I guess they're here, and they're, well, on the other side as well.
		Let's go all the way to Nebraska and say, James, you're on the air, ghost to ghost AM.
unidentified		How are you, Art?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		I'm very well, sir.
unidentified		Yeah, the story I was telling Tom was about when I was probably about nine or ten years old.
		I lived in a house that was an old, I would say, from what I was told when I was younger, it was an Army recovery hospital.
		And my brothers remember seeing when they were younger, down in the basement, people all bandaged up, you know, reaching out to him as if to say, you know, help me.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Yes.
unidentified		And one of the other things is that when I was also younger, we lived, the house unfortunately is no longer there.
		I would have loved to have gone through it nowadays to see what we could get.
		I always remembered having a feeling of being watched from we were like in the center room and then there was a room off to the right of us, off to the east, that also contained our bathroom.
		But I always felt like something was looking at me from the darkness.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Something probably was.
		You know, even when we do the EVPs, you'll notice that the electronic voice phenomenon, they go to prisons, they go to hospitals, they go to places where there were suicides, they go to graveyards, they go to...
		Any place where it seems like there was a great deal of suffering, something lingers.
unidentified		Exactly.
		And what I was telling Tom was one Saturday morning, when me and my younger brother were watching Saturday Morning Cartoons, of course, I just glanced into the kitchen, and the way that our home was set up at the time is that we were in the living room, then the dining room, and there was basically a doorway into the kitchen.
		Now, right across, literally parallel with this doorway, was a window to the outside.
		And the sun had just come up, and I seen a woman in nurse's garb cross in front of this window.
		Now, the only reason I seen her is because she blocked out the light.
		And I went in there, and there was nobody there.
		Nobody.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		So whatever was had substance, or it could not have blocked the light.
unidentified		I mean, this had to have some type of substance.
		And it just, to talk about it now, just kind of creeps me out.
		It's like, sends a shiver up my spine.
		But I truly believe that not only was that house somewhat haunted, but my family, every house that I've lived in has some type of activity in it.
		Including the one that I've got.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Do you think it's you that's bringing the activity?
unidentified		You know, to be honest, every house that I have lived in has some type of activity.
		Even when I'm not there, everybody said that there's some strange things that go on there.
		One Halloween, actually, this is kind of a funny story.
		My brother's mother-in-law was staying with us, and she had a little trinket on, or not a trinket, but a little squeeze toy on her keychain.
		And this thing, when you squeezed it, it said, I love chocolate, those little chocolate mousse.
		One Halloween night, that thing went off by itself.
		I had no clue what it would do.
		I was like, whoa, you know, it was like right across the room from me.
		I go over and I squeeze it, and it said, you know, it says it's lying.
		I turn around and I walk back to the chair, and just as I sat down, that thing went off again.
		And I, you know, I'm a big guy, but that made me scream.
		I was like, you have got to be kidding me.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		All right, James.
		Thank you very much.
		I was almost ready to imagine that it was going to say something other than, I like chocolate.
		Perhaps something like, get the hell out.
unidentified		I don't know.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		The one thing you can't deny as you listen to all of these stories, and they will line up throughout the night, is that they're real.
		These things are real.
		It's one of the great things.
		Now, some of what you're hearing is not exactly comforting regarding the nature of life after death.
		But, well, there's an interesting question for a lot of you.
		Given what you've heard tonight and what you will be hearing through the night and what you've heard with EVP, if that indeed is the existence you can expect after you die, would you prefer the great nothingness?
		Or would you prefer, well, what you've heard?
		East of the Rockies in Colorado somewhere, John.
unidentified		Hi, Art.
		It's an honor.
		It's a pleasure to speak with you, sir.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		And with you.
unidentified		I just can't believe I even got through tonight.
		It's amazing.
		And my birthday's in two days, so this must be an early birthday present.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Happy day.
unidentified		It's All Saints Day.
		Actually, tomorrow's All Saints Day and then All Souls Day is the day after, if you're aware of that.
		But I want to tell you a ghost story, of course.
		One appropriate thing to do.
		When I was about 12 years old, I went up to Mackinac Island, which is a part of Michigan.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Oh, I know it well.
unidentified		I had a great aunt and uncle that had a place up there.
		They had a place there and in Florida.
		And, you know, they offered us, you know, it's a nice place to stay.
		Would you like to come up and stay there?
		And my family, it was my sister, my mother, my dad, we all said, sure, we'd like to come up.
		And so we went up there one summer, not knowing anything about the house or anything, of course.
		But we went up there and as soon as I walked in the house, I felt something weird.
		But, you know, you're thinking, well, no one's going to believe me, or they'll think I'm crazy if I say there's something in this house.
		But I've always kind of had a sense of that, you know.
		And I've lived in old houses most of my life, so I've been around that stuff.
		One thing that would happen when you be walking up the stairway, you'd find yourself, it's kind of like if you're in a crowd.
		You step around people because you can feel they're there, but you don't always see them.
		You have the sense of someone standing there.
		You would find yourself stepping around people and then kind of look and say, well, how come I can't see anybody?
		I can feel someone there, but they're not, I don't see anyone there.
		But, you know, that happened.
		And then I was watching TV in another room, and I felt someone sit down on the couch right next to me to the point where I looked over to see, you know, well, to see if the cushion in the couch went down.
		If someone sat next to you, you'd feel that, right?
		Or you'd see that.
		The cushion didn't go down, but I can tell you someone sat down next to me watching TV.
		And so, you know, and plus you never felt alone in the house.
		Someone earlier said they felt there were eyes glaring at them.
		That's exactly how it was.
		You never were alone in that house.
		You'd be in the bathroom and there was eyes glaring at you.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		It's a part of a sense that we have.
		I think animals, of course, have it.
		And I think that we have it as well.
		It's a very old ability.
		Many of us in the modern world have kind of blocked it out.
		But it's a danger sense.
		You understand if somebody's near you, if somebody's stalking you, if somebody's got a rifle aimed at you.
		You know if somebody's in the room with you.
		This is Ghost to Ghost AM.
		In addition to the aforementioned numbers, you can also go to FastBlast on the coast2coastam.com website.
		Send something very tempting.
		I mean, we only want the very best, very scariest ghost stories.
		The very scariest ghost stories.
		And so if you've got one that qualifies as 10 out of a 10, then go to Fast Blast and put your phone number, area code number there, and perhaps Tom will call you.
		And so we'll collect stories not only through those who dial, but perhaps some of them.
		Your phone may ring, and it may be Tom.
		And that means you'll be on the air.
		So we'll collect in both ways.
		In a moment, I've got yet another story that I really like sent to me.
		The following is from Debbie.
		She says, my story is not the usual spook story.
		I wanted to share my feelings about ghosts.
		Six years ago, I was in recovery from a bad accident.
		I began to hear noises on my ceiling at night.
		I told everyone about the noises, but they doubted I was hearing anything.
		The noises went on for several months.
		Every night, I'd be woken up by the noises coming from the ceiling in my bedroom.
		My soul seemed to be telling me I was hearing something.
		I just couldn't find anyone to believe me.
		I began to doubt my own sanity.
		Just when I thought I was crazy, a ghost began visiting me every evening.
		I could not tell anyone because they thought the stress of the accident caused me to imagine things.
		A visiting ghost arrived with a bump in the night.
		This began the signal that my ghost was arriving.
		Fear gripped me.
		I'd hang on to the Bible in terror.
		Over the next few months, I realized whatever I was seeing was not going to harm me.
		My fear started to disappear.
		I accepted the ghost for what it was.
		My journey of insomnia began.
		I'd go to bed, same time every night, lie awake for the bump of the night to come, watch the ghost come through the window and float around the room.
		When the noise came from the ceiling, when that started, the ghost would cry softly and go through the ceiling.
		This would go on for a few hours every night till dawn.
		I decided if I was crazy, then so be it.
		In desperation, I sought an answer.
		My answer came to me one evening.
		I decided to set up a video camera in the attic and have the feed come through to the TV in my bedroom.
		I'm the most fortunate woman in the world as I have people that love me.
		I asked my son to help me do this.
		He doubted me, but agreed to help set up the video because I could see he loved me and wanted to help me resolve whatever I was hearing.
		The first night came with the video in place in the attic.
		The ghost arrived, crying and weeping, floating all around the room.
		When the noise started, I jumped up and switched the video camera and TV on.
		Within minutes, I saw large roof cats, rats rather, I saw very large roof rats.
		Gosh, why did I say cats?
		Running everywhere in the attic.
		I sat on the floor crying, knowing that I was hearing something very real.
		I felt the ghost touch me as a brush as dawn came.
		The first night, I forgot to push the record button.
		Next evening came, I was like a little girl with a deep secret, and I could not tell anyone until I had solid evidence the next evening.
		I did push the record button.
		I called everyone to come and see my video of the roof rats.
		Next, I phoned an extermination company.
		The first two companies I hired after visiting the attic left refusing to do the job.
	Well, I did finally find a company to come clean the attic and fix the hole in the roof.
	When they were cleaning the attic, they found the bones of a woman.
	I knew this was the ghost visiting me.
	I knew this because after the discovery, I didn't see the ghost again.
	20 years ago, her children, this woman's children, thought she had run away with someone else.
	It just wasn't true.
	Her husband had murdered her and put her in the attic.
	Her husband had died years before.
	Her Children were amazed to find out what really had happened all those years ago.
	The exterminator company that cleaned up the attic told me later they had felt a presence with them in the attic, but they decided it was not bad, so they kept on with their job.
	They knew my story and wanted help.
	When I purchased the house from the previous owners, they had left me a bundle of sage to burn before I moved in.
	Though they wouldn't admit it, I believe the ghost had visited them, but they chose to move.
	It took me two years to recover from the stress of hearing and doubting myself.
	In the end, I'm much stronger for the experience.
	I decided to learn to remote view because I needed some tool to help me.
	I'm sending you this story because not all ghosts are mean and nasty.
	I believe that ghosts put the hole in my roof so the rats would get in and the attic would be investigated.
	All the best, Debbie.
	I thought that was a good one.
	So in that case, obviously, the woman wanted her remains to be found.
	And while it seemed rather conventional with the rats, can you imagine the shock?
	Can you imagine the shock when you find bones?
	My God.
	All right, let's go to San Diego and a wildcard line.
	And I think Derek.
	Hello, Derek.
	You're on the air.
unidentified		Hi, Art.
unidentified		How are you this evening?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Very well indeed.
unidentified		Good.
		My story happened in 1971.
		My stepfather, who was in the Navy at the time, was transferred from Los Angeles here to San Diego.
		And what we had to do was rent a house out in one of the surrounding suburbs.
		We ended up finally getting naval housing.
		It took about two and a half years.
		We moved in.
		And one evening, while everyone was gone, I saw a very bright green light emanating from underneath my covers.
		I opened my covers and I saw a fully clothed skeleton.
		It had a very, very evil grin.
		And I was just petrified.
		In fact, I couldn't move.
		And I thought, oh my goodness, what is this?
		Well, the next morning, when my mother and father did come back, I told them about the story of the skeleton that I had seen in front of me.
		And of course, my father, stepfather, if you will, hogwashed the whole story.
		So, upon further investigation, we found out that the family had to move out of that particular home.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		I take it when you showed, when you tried to show this fully clothed skeleton to somebody else, it was not there.
unidentified		Correct.
		It only showed in front of me.
		I was 11 at the time, 1974.
		So the next morning I did tell my parents, and of course, upon further investigation, we found out that the family had to move because the father had passed away.
		And when you're in the Navy, of course, if you have no naval dependents, they have to move.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		That's right.
unidentified		In this case, we had found out that the man who resided there in the family, the man had passed away in a hunting accident.
		Actually, he was coming home from hunting.
		His car went over a cliff.
		And the clothing that I had seen on this skeleton, if you will, had a cap, a hunting cap, if you will.
		It had like a flack jacket.
		And it was completely green.
		It was completely luminescent.
		It lit up the whole room.
		And I had no lights on in the room.
		So I was just absolutely petrified.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		No, I'm sure you were.
		No chance you were sleeping.
		No chance this was a dream.
unidentified		None.
		None whatsoever.
		It was very vivid, very, very much awake is what I was.
		And so what absolutely frightened me is that I could tell in my father there was a change and an attitude change for the worst, if you will.
		And he became a monster, absolutely hard to live with.
		And ultimately, they did divorce.
		But this was a man who was happy-go-lucky before the fact.
		And I thought, this has to connect somehow, some way.
		The person that I saw, the skeleton or apparition, was very evil.
		It had a sardonic grin on it.
		And I really don't know, but I think that had something to do with his attitude change.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Perhaps whatever it was began to inhabit your father.
unidentified		I believe so.
		I believe so.
		From happy-go-lucky, you know, a man who used humor in every regard to suddenly not being very happy.
		In fact, one day, he put me up on the wall and asked me who I loved more, my mother or him.
		And of course, I said both.
		And this from a man who wouldn't harm a fly.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Oh, my God.
		And so then your parents divorced.
		And have you ever heard from your father again?
		How it turned out for him?
unidentified		Well, since I've heard, he has passed away.
		And I don't know how long ago.
		But I just know that there was an absolute attitudinal change in him.
		I was very shocked.
		As my mother was and my siblings.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Well, I'm glad it wasn't you, buddy.
unidentified		I'm very happy about that.
		Well, my mother had passed away two years ago to the day.
		And she's visited me quite often and said hi.
		And, you know, it's a pleasure, absolutely, to have her around and other good spirits as well.
		And I thank you for having the show.
		It gives a good platform for folks to talk out these things.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		It does.
		And I know that those who don't believe in this kind of thing or just some people get angry when they hear this sort of thing.
		It's a way of dealing with what they hear.
		Oh, what baloney, they say.
		What hogwash, or much worse.
		It's just a way of dealing with it.
		I understand that, but I believe every word that man just said.
		And I think that probably what happened is whatever had been in that fully clothed skeleton then inhabited is his father.
		What an awful way to go.
		To lose your personality, to lose yourself to some spirit with unfinished business.
		No, thank you.
		Moving to the first time caller line, it's Bruce in Glendale.
		Hi.
unidentified		Hey, Art.
unidentified		How are you?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Fine.
unidentified		Good, good.
		Got a very interesting story here.
		It's a three-part story.
		It's one story, but it has three different parts.
		My wife and I married in 1985.
		We were both in our 20s.
		And we made a promise to each other that if one of us should go before the other, we would make every effort possible to contact the survivor.
		Well, unfortunately, my wife was killed in a motorcycle accident in 2003.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Sorry.
unidentified		Thank you.
		And about a month afterwards, I was in my jacuzzi on the patio, dark night.
		Had all the lights off in the patio, all the lights off in the house.
		Once I finished with the jacuzzi, I got out, put a towel around me.
		The kitchen door was maybe, you know, 20 feet from the jacuzzi.
		No, not even that.
		Eight or ten feet from the jacuzzi.
		As I got out, something caught my peripheral vision, really startled me.
		I turned around very abruptly as it was like I saw something there.
		Well, there was nothing.
		As I walked towards the porch, stepped up on the porch, I opened the door to put my hand in and turned the kitchen light on to go in.
		And I jokingly said under my breath, I said, Tina, is that you?
		Turned the light on.
		Immediately, all three of the light bulbs flashed and blew out.
		They didn't explode, but they all flashed at the same time, like when a light bulb blows out.
		Sure.
		So that really startled me.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Okay, naturally.
		Three at once, no way.
		Exactly.
unidentified		So then, within a month, and I have photos of this, I took a series of about five or six photos.
		I went to the graveyard to visit to put flowers on the grave.
		She had worn an electric blue dress back in the 80s, which was my favorite dress.
		And when I was in the graveyard, there was this magnificent bluebird, a type I've never seen before, with this electric blue color.
		It would not leave my car alone.
		It kept trying and trying to get into my car.
		Bounced from mirror to mirror to roof to windshield, kept trying and trying.
		And fortunately, I had my camera with me because I came to take pictures of the headstone.
		So I captured all this on film or on digital photography.
		And it's just an amazing picture.
		And I still have a picture of her wearing the dress.
		And you can see that the bird and her dress were the same color.
		And it was right next to her grave.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Oh, there's something about birds, sir.
unidentified		Well, yeah, absolutely.
		Absolutely.
		And never seen this bird again at the grave site.
		But there are birds that are always a harbinger of something.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		They sure are.
unidentified		And then the final part of the story is about six months after this, I was asleep, 4 a.m., sound sleep.
		Woke immediately, just shockingly out of a fitful sleep.
		Right at the very moment of waking, it's kind of hard to say when the events took place.
		I woke first.
		I didn't, you know, it all kind of happened at once.
		But she, clearly a vision of her, when she died, she was 46.
		She looked be about as she was when she was 30.
		Beautiful flowing blonde hair, almost translucent, came out of my walk-in closet towards me, simply said, there is an afterlife.
		I'm okay.
		Turned and vanished back into the closet.
		I was just shocked.
		I had, as I say, woken out of a sound sleep.
		Heart was racing.
		I know I saw this.
		It was not, you know, I'm a completely sane businessman, but I had this trilogy of three things happen, and they were all indications that she was okay and that she kept her promise that she would contact me if there was a way that this could be done.
		And ever since that last time, nothing.
		That was the last one, the third one when she came during the night.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Seems like once that message is through, that's what the loved ones seem to want to get through.
		And once that message is through, it ends.
		That's amazing.
		And I'm sure you, you know, after you got over the fright of it, I'm sure you felt so much better.
unidentified		Oh, I do, because I'm convinced.
		I know that I'll see her again.
		It's almost like I have a relationship with her now, like she's by my side.
		I've got a very nice, significant woman in my life now, but I always have a little piece of her still with me.
		But that final, you know, assurance that she was okay made me feel much, much better.
		And obviously, you and I kind of share a certain bond because of both of us losing our wives at an untimely time.
		So you understand what I'm talking about, I'm sure.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Bruce, thank you.
unidentified		Thank you very much, Art.
unidentified		Take care.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		My wife, of course, was 47 when she passed away.
		And it was the second experience that I'd had with a bird.
		And I think you all know about my dad and the first one with the little bat.
		The second experience occurred just before we left on our trip, the RV trip.
		And damn, it was unnerving because I knew something was going to happen.
		Well, I can't now, you know, I'll back away from that.
		I didn't really know something was, I suspected something was going to happen.
		This bird, we were out on our porch a day before the trip, and this bird, just nothing but a sparrow or a common bird that we had in the desert, actually not only flew on the porch, but flew right in my face.
		I mean, the wings of this bird were flapping on my cheek.
		It was really freaky.
		And I said, hunt, wow, did you see?
		She said, yeah, I saw.
		And it just came right up to my face and sort of hovered and flapped.
		And I could actually feel not just the breeze, but I could feel wings touching my face.
		And that doesn't just happen.
		That means something.
		So I guess I have become convinced that birds are harbingers of something.
		Or maybe if you think they're harbingers, they become so.
		I really, I'm not sure About it.
		I just know that for me, a bird doing something really odd like that, it has meaning.
		Definitely has meaning.
		Let's see if we have time.
		Barely, so we'll probably have to hold over.
		Jack from Denver.
		Welcome, Jack.
unidentified		Hi there.
		I am calling to tell you a story about something that happened to me when I was about 13 years old.
		My mother and her three sisters grew up on an old farmhouse in the middle of nowhere in the Nebraska Panhandle.
		And, well, I won't say middle of nowhere, but it's out there.
		And she grew up there, and they built a room onto the house when they moved in.
		It was on the second floor.
		And this was the house that one of my aunts stayed in, and she's a big fan of your show, too, so she's listening.
		Hi, Gay.
		But anyway, I was talking to her one time because that was the room, you know, that was grandma and grandpa's house when I was growing up, but that was always the room that I stayed in when I was there.
		And so I was talking to her one time, and she says to me, have you ever noticed anything like creepy or weird going on in the house, you know, especially in that room?
		Do you ever feel anything strange?
		And I had kind of had a foreboding sense in the room, but nothing more than that.
		And so I said, yeah, you know, I felt weird in there before.
		And she started to tell me some of the craziest stories of things that had happened to her while she was growing up in that room.
		And one of the ones I remember most vividly, just briefly, was she got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom or something and left the room.
		And when she came back, lights off, door is wide open.
		But no matter how hard she tried to enter the room, she couldn't.
		It was like there was a wall in the doorway and she couldn't get in.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		That's a big thing.
unidentified		Yeah, and so the next time I'm there, I am terrified, of course.
		You know, I'm 13 years old, and I felt spooked in there before, and now I have all these freaky stories running through my head at 11 o'clock at night or, you know, 12.30, and everybody else is in bed, and all the lights are off and everything.
		And I'm just laying there, desperately trying to get to sleep.
		And I'm laying in the bed, and the bed is facing the closets, and the closets are those kind of accordion-style closets on tracks that they kind of roll open, and they make the rolling noise on the tracks.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		All right, Jack, hold your story right at that point.
		This is Ghost to Ghost AM.
		For those who have never experienced it, these are just stories.
		For those who have had the experience, as you're hearing tonight, nothing will talk them out of it, ever, because they know I know.
		Good morning, everybody.
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		One, the aforementioned telephone numbers.
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		The End Well, so here's Jack approaching this room.
		Jack?
unidentified		Yeah, yeah.
		So, yeah, so I'm actually laying in the bed, and the lights are off.
		I'm in my grandparents' house, and the bed faces the closets, and they're these accordion closets on these runners.
		So you can hear them open and close, and I'm laying there, and I'm freaking out because I've always felt weird in this room, and my aunts told me all these crazy stories, and I'm laying there, and I can't sleep, and I'm tossing and turning, and I'm terrified.
		And finally, I just give up, and I flip over on my back, and I think to myself, I never said a word out loud, but I thought this very clear thought in my brain.
		I remember just thinking, you know, if there is something in this room that wants to kill me or hurt me, I wish it would just do it now or let me get some sleep.
		And no sooner had that thought gone through my brain than the closet doors roll open on their tracks from both sides.
		It's dark, so I can't see it, but I can hear them roll open.
		And I sat straight up in bed, and in the next instant, I was in the living room downstairs.
		And I think I ran in that amount of time.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		I would have.
unidentified		Yeah, but I really, I mean, that's what my, there's a, you know, memory stuff.
		I sat up in bed, and the next thing I know, I'm downstairs.
		And, of course, nobody, you know, believes me.
		Our whole family says, you know, oh, that's the room that was built onto the house.
		So if there's one room that can't be haunted, that's the one.
		And I don't know if I necessarily agree with that idea, but yeah, but yeah, but of course my aunt believes me all the way.
		And the crazy thing is that to this day, I've slept in that room hundreds of times and never, ever had a problem again or even felt the slightest spookiness in that room.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Yeah, well, after that, thank you.
		After that kind of challenge, like either kill me now or let me get some damn sleep, the door is rolling open, I'd be gone too.
		So, so quickly, because obviously at that point, the decision to kill would have been made.
		There's something about closets anyway.
		What is it about closets?
		What is it about closets?
		Now, I insist that the closets be closed at night.
		And, you know, I'm an older guy now, and you wouldn't think I'd have these kind of superstitions, but I do.
		I don't like open closets.
		I do not like open closets.
		And even in the dark, you know they're open, and there's just something about them.
		There's nothing in there, clothes and hangers and all the rest of it, but let's go.
		Oh, I don't know.
		Let's go west of the Rockies to Beatrice.
		Hi.
unidentified		Hi, Art.
unidentified		How are you today?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Just fine.
unidentified		Great.
		Well, my ghost story, it was I lived in Reno at the time, and I lived in a small apartment.
		And it was an apartment building where there was like a long hallway, and then all of the doors open into this hallway.
		Right.
		Well, I had fallen asleep.
		I had been in the apartment only like three months.
		So I had fallen asleep in the living room watching TV, and I was on the couch.
		And I was awakened by the sound of somebody putting their key in my door and the door opening.
		And my manager had told me that they had changed the key, so I wasn't expecting anybody to have a key.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Obviously.
unidentified		So anyway, I hear this guy coming in my apartment, and he goes to the, my kitchen was immediately to the right.
		So he goes in the right, or to the right, and goes to the phone that's hanging on the wall.
		And he's on the phone talking to this guy, telling him that, you know, the deal was off unless it was a 50-50 split.
		And then I guess the guy finally agreed with him.
		So the guy hangs up the phone and he gets a paper bag from between the wall and the refrigerator.
		And he opens the bag.
		You know how when you open a bag, but you just kind of shake it and open it with the air?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Of course.
unidentified		That's how he did it.
		And he walked to the back bedroom, and I could hear him like putting clothes in the bag.
		So then he comes to the kitchen again, puts the bag in the kitchen, and then he gets a banana in the refrigerator because he opens the refrigerator and gets a banana.
		I didn't have any bananas in my house at the time.
		But you know when somebody opens a banana, you can smell it.
		I smelled the banana.
		And I'm laying in bed, and I've got the cover.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Why aren't you on the phone calling 911?
unidentified		He was in the kitchen.
unidentified		And the kitchen was only the bottom.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		That's where the phone was.
		Okay, I got it.
		Yeah.
unidentified		Okay.
		So I'm on the couch, and I've got the blankets up covering everything except my eyes.
		So he comes around the kitchen area and goes into the living room where I am.
		And he goes and opens the curtains, you know, like looking out through the sliding door.
		And I'm petrified.
		And this guy, and he was solid.
		It was a solid ghost.
		And I thought he was real.
		But anyway, he was about 5'7, blonde hair, fair skin, blue eyes.
		He was wearing jeans and a white t-shirt.
		And he had his t-shirt rolled up like, you know, they rolled him up in the 50s, I guess.
		Well, I thought he was real.
		I thought he was going to kill me.
		I thought he was going to rape me.
		I didn't know what he was going to do.
		But then he bent down like if he was going to tie a shoe.
		And that's when I saw that he didn't have any feet and he didn't have any hands.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Oh, God.
unidentified		So then I didn't know what to do.
		I was going to scream.
		But then I didn't want to scream because then he would have known I was there.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Yes, yes, yes.
unidentified		So then, finally, he gets the bag and he goes out the door and goes and meets his friends, I guess.
		And I got up and I called the police and they came around and stuff and looked, but there wasn't anybody there.
		So in the morning, because this was like one or two in the morning.
		So in the morning, the deadbolt on my, well, it wasn't a deadbolt.
		It was like the chain lock.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Oh, of course, yes.
unidentified		That was on.
		The door was locked.
		The windows were all locked.
		And there was a banana peel in my trash.
		And I had been getting, you know, the guy's mail for the last three months.
		And after that day, I didn't get any more of his mail.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Obviously, he concluded his business.
unidentified		I guess.
		Well, I was still scared, and I wanted to know who that guy was.
		So I called the manager of the apartment building, and I said, I'm going to describe this guy, and you tell me if you know who he is.
		So I described the guy and everything, and the manager says, oh, that's the guy that used to live in the apartment before you.
		And see, they hadn't been able to rent the apartment for like two months before I did.
		So, and the guy didn't know where he was.
		The manager didn't know where this guy was anymore.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		I wonder if he was even still alive.
unidentified		I don't know.
unidentified		I don't know.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Apparently not.
		All right, dear.
		Thank you very much for the call.
		Somebody with a little unfinished business now I wonder if that has something to do or a lot to do with time.
		In other words, was that some sort of ghostly time slip?
		Somebody who had passed away, who had lived there previously, who had some unfinished business.
		But to use a phone and to make a call and consummate a deal.
		That's really odd.
		But you see, it is a very odd world that we live in, isn't it?
		Very odd indeed.
		On the fourth wildcard line, you're on the air, Michael, from Michigan.
unidentified		Good morning, Mr. Bell.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Good morning.
unidentified		I try not to eulogize you this morning.
		My parents' house was a farmhouse built in the 1870s.
		A very large farmhouse with the complete Michigan basement, what we call the Michigan basement, complete basement.
		Four rooms in the basement and a coal chute.
		Very old farmhouse, very large.
		In 1994, between my sophomore and junior year of college, I had come home to make some summer money, and my parents and my siblings had decided to go on vacation.
		I couldn't go with them because I was working a full-time job at the time, second shift.
		And my parents' house, you know, we had a very sober, very religious upbringing, but we were all used to the hauntings of the house.
		Everybody agreed that the house was haunted, but it was a very benign haunting.
		You know, you'd hear footsteps when you were the only person in the house.
		Lights would turn on, and very benign haunting.
		Nobody paid any attention to it.
		I'm working second ship, so I left the fire light on every day when I left home so that when I come home off my ship, there'd be a light on still that I could get into the house and have light.
		The second night after my parents and siblings had gone on vacation, I came home to a dark house.
		And I thought to myself immediately, I must have forgot to turn on the light before I left.
		So I unlock the door and I go over the black switch and I flip it up and down and I get no response from the light.
		And I proceed into the next room and I do the same and go through the entire downstairs of the house and there's no lights coming on.
		And you've got the creepy empty house feeling, but that's the only feeling I'm getting.
		The refrigerators, the refrigerator is not running, the freezer is not running, so I go upstairs and I repeat the same to the same result.
		So I grab a flashlight out of the kitchen drawer and the circuit box is in the basement.
		And nobody ever liked going in the basement again, the best of times, because there's always a feeling in the basement that you weren't wanted in the basement.
		You didn't need to go down in the basement if you didn't have to.
		I opened up the basement door and I had a very malevolent feeling coming up the basement well.
		So I went and grabbed one of our house cats, one of our pets, and took it over to the basement.
		I've always heard that animals can see, and growing up on a farm, you know that animals know what's going on, even if people don't.
		And walk over to the basement door, and the cat starts hissing and spitting, growling in its throat.
		It was very unhappy with me.
		I walk down the steps to the basement, and each step is harder than the last step to take.
		The feeling of malevolence is getting stronger each step I take.
		And this fuse box, the secret box, is in the third room in the basement over by the coal chute.
		As I go over to the coal chute, getting closer and closer, this cat finally hisses, spits, clogs me, jumps out of my arms towards the circuit box, hissing, spitting, clawing the whole time, turns around and runs up the stairs.
		When I got over to the circuit box, the circuits hadn't been popped.
		They had all been flipped to the off position.
		And this is in a house that was locked up tighter than a drum.
		Every circuit in the house had been flipped to the off position.
		All I had to do was move them to the left to turn them all back on.
		And then I hightailed it out of the house.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Boy, I'll tell you, I don't know how you kept going.
		You mentioned it.
		You could feel a darker and meaner spirit every step of the way, and yet you kept going.
		Even after the cat clawed and jumped out of your arms, I...
unidentified		Yea, though I walked through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Yeah, we were held evil, though.
		I know the Psalm.
		All right.
		Well, thank you very much.
		Cats, indeed, are very sensitive to this sort of thing.
		Perhaps even more than dogs.
		I think more than dogs.
		Cats are very sensitive to this kind of thing.
		And I can assure you.
		If that cat had been getting increasingly on edge, and then it never would have come to the point for me where the cat would have had to have clawed me and screamed and gone running back up the steps.
		I'd have been taking the cat to a backup.
		I can assure you myself.
		Let's go to the, well, let's see.
		Let's go here and say Butch in Ohio.
		You're on the air.
		Ghost to ghost AF.
unidentified		Hi, Art.
		Hi.
		I hope this story is worthy for your listeners.
		But back in 1981, I was a paramedic in a suburb of Cincinnati.
		I'm currently living in the Cleveland area, just placed Cincinnati now.
		And it was my first suicide that I had ever gone to.
		And any person who has ever done that kind of line of work, they never forget their first suicide.
		And I remember getting the call from the station and we're on our way to the residence.
		And something told me this person has hung himself.
		And I'm panicking because I've never seen a suicide before.
		But when we got to the residence, I walked in the door with my partner, and it was no hanging.
		The place reeked of gunpowder.
		And there was a woman standing in the living room, and she pointed up the steps.
		She said, he's up there.
		And I knew what I was in for.
		And there he lies alongside the bed.
		And he had put a gun to his head, and he had a note there and everything.
		And it was just a suicide.
		And that's where, that's the only thing that I can guarantee what happened.
		And we treated him.
		I've never been on a suicide where a person was dead when you get there.
		They're always gurgling on their own blood, trying to breathe, and the blood flows from their head into their throat.
		And bottom line, the man didn't make it.
		I've never had one that did make it.
		Now, fast forward to the year of 2002.
		My wife, Diane, and I are vacationing in Gettysburg.
		And are you still there, Art?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Oh, I'm still here.
unidentified		Okay.
		We're vacationing in Gettysburg in 2002.
		And what do you do in Gettysburg?
		But you visit the battlefield and you go to these ghost seances or these entertainment places, what I'd tell you, ghost stories.
		Well, after the presentation was over, we're standing outside, my wife and I, and we're talking to another couple that we had met there.
		And she starts talking about how the house she lives in is haunted.
		And one thing led to another.
		We're talking, and here she's from the same suburb of Cincinnati that I used to work in.
		And we're talking, and she tells me what street she lives on.
		And I said, Well, I made a run there one time in 1981 for a suicide on Timely Terrace, which was her street.
		And she said, That's when it happened.
		And she began to tell me that she was in the process of suing the realtor, the previous owner of the house, because it was haunted.
		And I said, haunted?
		She said, yeah, that man didn't commit suicide.
		He was murdered.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Oh, my God.
unidentified		And I said, murdered.
		He was never murdered.
		It was a suicide.
		The police were there with me and everything.
		I'm sure there was an investigation.
		And she said, no, that man has appeared to her son.
		And he looks at the boy and he says, she murdered me.
		All I can guarantee is the part that I was involved with was that the fact that I went this house in 1981, a man committed suicide.
		I did my best, and he didn't make it.
		And now in 2002, I run into the woman that owns the house, and she says it was not a suicide.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Got it.
		I'll tell you, I think that in the case of suicides, forget the rest of it.
		Even if it had just been a suicide, there's something that so frequently, more frequently than not, seems to cause spirits to hang around.
		Now, that may reinforce some of what some of you or many of you have heard about suicides and the fact that you don't get to see your loved ones if you commit suicide.
		Now, there's a great deal of disagreement about this, but in fact, more times than not, when there has been a suicide, there is some sort of spirit that seems to remain.
		Now, in the case of a murder, it would perhaps even be more so.
		And the person murdered, well, I told you the story about the lady who found the skeleton in her attic.
		They want it known.
		They want it known.
		They want to know, they want the world to know what happened to them.
		And I guess until they find out, they don't move on.
		They don't rest.
		They're unable to, that's the only way I can put it.
		They're unable to be at peace.
		And until they're at peace, they don't move on.
		Remember, move to the light.
		Isn't that what everybody says?
		Go to the light.
		Remember John Lear's statement, which actually came from somebody else, which said, oh, no, no, no, don't go to the light.
		The light is a trick.
		Go to the darkness, said John.
		That will bug me until the day I die, and I'm faced with that choice.
		Nevertheless, I think I probably will go to the light, and I recommend that for the rest of you as well.
		In the night, this is Ghost to Ghost AM.
		Indeed, here I am.
		I'm not going to say happy Halloween for the children that go around and collect candy.
		I'm sure it is.
		For adults who have experienced what you're hearing tonight just doesn't fit, does it?
		Sandy in Liverpool, New York sends the following.
		Art, as a young child, I experienced a paradox that has haunted me throughout my life.
		This is a true story, never told to anyone because it still disturbs me.
		So I don't know if it's going to have the same chilling effect on other people, but here it is.
		As a young girl, I had past life memories of another family.
		I was convinced I was adopted, which my parents always denied, and I accepted.
		But when I was older, they showed me my birth certificate.
		There was much sadness in the other family because my grandfather was a stern, controlling, professional man that was angry with his daughter, my mom, for falling in love with a man of the working class.
		He refused consent to their marriage, so they eloped and eventually had a child.
		That would be me.
		The marriage failed, and the mother and child moved back in agreement.
		They'd live by his rules, his house, his rules.
		The mother became severely depressed and stayed in her room.
		The child was raised in the house without love from others.
		The twist in all this is that the home of this family was about eight blocks from my own house.
		So we'd occasionally drive past the house.
		Every time we passed that house, I'd hear a girl calling to me, pleading for me to help her.
		The first few times it happened, I believed that she was real and would ask my father to stop the car because I had to help her.
		She was pleading loudly, but they were unable to hear her.
		I eventually was able to see her silhouette in the window, and she'd implore me to help, but I knew she wasn't real.
		She was a ghost that I could see and hear telepathically.
		I was very disturbed.
		It was disturbing for me indeed as a young child.
		When I was older, I learned about reincarnation.
		Then I understood the family was, in fact, a past life.
		The paradox?
		That ghost was me.
		Me in a past life, pleading with me to help me.
		The question, what is a ghost if it is not a soul that has remained earthbound?
		More in a moment.
unidentified		More in a moment.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		To the third wildcard line we go.
		You're on the air.
		It's Ghost2Ghost AM.
		Good morning.
		Hello there.
		Going once.
		Going twice.
		Gone.
		Okay, let's move here and say, Sharon, good morning.
		In Toronto, you're on the air.
unidentified		Good morning.
unidentified		Hi, I'd like to tell a story about a house I grew up in in Brampton.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Far away.
unidentified		My mother, brother, and I all had a lot of experiences with haunting there.
		Benign, sometimes even friendly, sightings, smells, and sounds.
		But what I want to tell you about is my father, who was a big skeptic, he sometimes couldn't deny that he heard certain things, but he really wouldn't get into it like we all were.
		But one time when he and I were in our living room, he got up, had a coughing fit, being a smoker, and he had a stroke.
		I was a little kid.
		I freaked out, ran across the living room, bumped my leg into the coffee table, tripped over the dog, tripped up the steps as I was hollering to alert my mom and my brother.
		Everyone was in the living room fussing over him.
		He was unconscious, calling 911 and such.
		And he came out of it okay, pardon me.
		And about a week later, we were sitting in the living room talking about the ghosty stuff.
		And this time, my father chose not to make fun of us.
		In fact, he was wanting to tell us that he was more into it than before.
		He was having a hard time telling us that he's changed his mind.
		So what he did was he told me that when he had a stroke a week before, he told me that I bumped my leg into the coffee table, tripped over the dog, and tripped up the steps while hollering.
		Of course, this gave me chills because I knew he was unconscious.
		I, you know, yelled at him first when he fell down and passed out.
		I knew he was out.
		So, you know, this got our attention.
		And he told us that while this all happened, he had an out-of-body.
		His experience was a viewpoint from over a mantle near the ceiling, watching the family fuss over him and the ambulance come and all.
		Also, an old woman and an old man were there watching everything as well.
		And looking concerned, he said they seemed concerned.
		The elderly part of it confirmed some of the sounds that my parents heard, which were a very distinct sound of these velvet homemade slippers that the old people used to wear when my parents were young, always coming down our wooden stairs.
		This is the thing that my father couldn't deny when him and my mom were together, and she would hear it.
		She'd see in his face that he heard it too, but he wouldn't admit it.
		I have chills right now.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Well, listen, once you've been out of your physical body, as he was, there's not much doubt left, is there?
		Not really, because, I mean, you're those skeptics, those doubters.
		When they leave their physical body and they begin observing the living from a non-living position, well, what's left to doubt?
		Then you know there is an existence that can be outside of your physical body.
		And so that sort of changes everything you think, doesn't it?
		Of course it does.
		First time caller line, Rob in Toronto.
		You're on the air.
unidentified		Hello, Art.
unidentified		How are you?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Hello.
unidentified		I'm fine.
		I'm glad to speak to you.
		This is the first time I've ever spoken to you.
		What I've got to tell you is it's really strange.
		My aunt, this was years ago, lived up in Sault Ste.
		Marie, Ontario, and our family lived in Toronto.
		This was one very cold winter.
		Around 11.30 at night, I got a phone call from my aunt asking us, asking to talk to my mother and asking the family to forgive her for all the problems she had been, the black sheep of the family.
		And, you know, we told her we loved her, and then, of course, we forgive her.
		Then, it didn't make much sense.
		But, you know, you know how families are when you have a black sheep that sort of wants to make up.
		We found out, alright, the next day that my aunt had a heart attack and had fallen in the snow and had frozen to death that night.
		Oh, my God.
		But the problem was that she had done it around 9 o'clock at night.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		So obviously that call was made from elsewhere.
unidentified		Yeah.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Got it.
		These kinds of things do happen, and I'm very curious.
		Everybody on the other side can avail themselves of electronic communication.
		There is something about electronic communication, whether it be a telephone or a computer or whatever it is, that seems to lend itself to those on the other side.
		Now, it may be that the only medium they avail themselves through some other means is electromagnetic, rather, I'm sorry.
		And so perhaps they're able to manifest and use electronic things as a step that would be ahead of manifestation that may take an awful lot of power, an awful lot of oomph, an awful lot of whatever it is you have or don't have enough of on the other side.
		I don't know.
		Wildcard Line 1, you are on the air.
		Ghost to Ghost AM.
unidentified		Hello, Art.
unidentified		Hello there.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Yes, hello.
unidentified		Hi.
		Pleasure to talk to you tonight on Ghost to Ghost.
		I was working in a funeral home back in the late 70s.
		I was a teenager working part-time after school and worked 6 to midnight every night.
		I was there at night with a lady that was a licensed embalmer, and I'll call her Dorothy.
		We had one body in the prep room that night, and He was a biker of some repute in the local area, supposedly into Satanism and other unsavory things.
		And among my duties, all I did things like wash the limos and the hearse and keep the casket display room nice and neat.
		And I was working one night.
		I had polished all the caskets and was vacuuming the carpet in this room.
		This was a very, very old building that had started out as a colonial mansion.
		It had been many decades before turned into a funeral home.
		I had the old-fashioned two-button light switches, if you remember those.
		Of course.
		And all the circuits in the room were powered by these switches out in the hallway, even the wall outlets.
		And I was running the vacuum cleaner, and suddenly over the sound of the vacuum, I heard one of these switches click and the vacuum cleaner died.
		And a second later, I heard another click and the lights in the room went out and I was left in the dark.
		I assumed that this was my co-worker, Dorothy, playing games with me because we did this occasionally, just trying to freak each other out.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Sure.
unidentified		And I wasn't going to give her any satisfaction, so I went back out in the hallway and I turned on the switches for the vacuum, and I turned on the switches for the light, and I went back in and went back to work.
		Not a minute went by when it happened again.
		Well, same thing.
		I went back out, turned it on, went back to work.
		And then it happened a third time.
		I went up to the office where Dorothy was, and I told her that I wanted to get my work done and go home for the night, and please stop playing games with me.
		And she, of course, protested her innocence, and so I insisted that she come back to the room with me.
		There was nobody else in the funeral home, and it was locked up for the night.
		So she and I were standing in there, and of course she still maintained her innocence, and I started vacuuming again.
		And no sooner than I started the vacuum cleaner up, it went off, and I had enough time to look up at her standing right there face to face with me and heard the light switch click, and the lights went out in the room again.
		And I knew that it had to be this biker fellow that was in the next room.
		And he obviously did not want us in there.
		Apparently the vacuum cleaner was bothering him.
		But we...
		We looked at each other in the dark and decided that it was time to lock up and go home for the night.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		You've got a deep kind of biker voice yourself, like to swallow too many bugs on the road or something.
unidentified		Call me smoke.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		All right, buddy.
		Thank you very much.
		I don't like that because, of course, I don't think anybody really wants to think that they're still connected to their body.
		I mean, upon physical death, you want to be gone.
		You want to be out of your body, gone on to whatever is next.
		Even if it's some sort of haunting or some sort of, you know, barely visible or even invisible existence, that's what you want to imagine.
		You don't want to imagine that you're with your body that is simply any other way beginning to rot away.
		Wildcard line, you're on the air.
unidentified		Hi, Art.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Hi, Jen.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		How are you?
unidentified		I'm doing good.
unidentified		A little cold here tonight, but not too bad.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Cold is good for these kind of stories.
unidentified		Yeah, I have a spirit writing story.
		I used to kind of dabble in it because I'd read about it, but I didn't really think it was real.
		And when I did it, nothing ever really happened.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		What are you talking about?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		This automatic writing story?
unidentified		Yeah, where you just kind of let your hand move.
		Yes.
		So, you know, I never really thought anything of it.
		So this one time, the last time actually I ever did it, because of this incident, I noticed that when I did it, it was kind of like when you do a Ouija board, it kind of moves around in a circular kind of figure eight pattern, and then it moves around.
		Well, the pencil starts moving like that.
		But then it started going faster and faster and faster.
		And I thought, okay.
		And then it just started like digging into the paper.
		And I thought, okay, this is kind of weird.
		I'm going to stop.
		And my hand wouldn't stop.
		It just kept digging harder and harder in a figure eight pattern into the paper and it was kind of freaking me out.
		So I thought, I'm going to stop now.
		And my hand wouldn't stop.
		It was like it wasn't my hand anymore.
		So I had to physically grab it with my left hand.
		And it was still trying to move, regardless of what I was doing.
		So I finally just called out and said, I don't want you here.
		I want you to go away.
		And I had to say it a couple of times before I felt like whatever it was let go of my hand.
		And it wasn't really that I felt anything holding my hand.
		It was almost like a kind of a tingle.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		What happened is you invited something in.
		It came in.
		Yeah, I never had control and it didn't want to let go.
unidentified		Yeah, but the weird thing was, was right after that happened, and it was like the moment I kind of decided I wasn't ever going to do it again, this second-hand bookstore chain here that I go to, the one that I was going to most often, they had the sci-fi fantasy books next to the occult section.
		And it just happened that right after that, I went to the bookstore, like a few days later or something, and I happened to look at the occult section since it was right there.
		And there was this book that caught my eye, and I can't remember the exact title, but it was something about symbology or something.
		So I opened it up, and I was skimming through it, and like the second part that the book fell open, it said something about if you're doing spirit writing and you get a figure eight, you've got an evil spirit.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Oh.
unidentified		And I just thought it was freaky that that was like the second page that it fell open on.
		And I thought, okay, that's a sign never to do this ever again.
		So I've never done it again.
		It kind of, I like to be in control.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Yeah, I fully understand, Jen.
		So do I. That's an interesting story.
		It seems as though it has everything to do with intent.
		So it doesn't really matter whether it's a Ouija board.
		Obviously, you know, when you sit down at a Ouija board, you have a certain intent.
		You're saying, okay, if you're out there, come on, let's rock.
		Or if you put a pencil in your hand or a pen and say, let's try this automatic writing thing, your intent is what?
		Your intent is to invite a spirit or something to take over and begin doing it.
		Well, in her case, it did.
		I think it really, really, really has to do with intent.
		I don't think the Ouija board in and of itself is important, nor is the pencil important.
		It all has to do with your intent.
		Be careful what you invite in.
		Let's go to the international line and say, hi there.
		You're on the air.
unidentified		Hi.
unidentified		This is Art.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		That would be me.
unidentified		Hi, Art.
		It's John DeBole.
		Hold on, I'm not forgetting my last name.
		I was talking to you before on the other line.
		I didn't get to tell my rest of my story.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Oh, I'm sorry.
		You're actually only allowed to call one time, buddy.
		Just one call per customer.
		East of the Rockies, Joe, you're on the air.
unidentified		Hi, Art.
unidentified		How are you doing tonight?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		I'm fine.
unidentified		I called in to tell you a story about an angry spirit.
		I'm not the kind of person that has seen a lot of stuff in my life.
		But once when I was a child, I was about eight years old, my mother, we lived in an apartment building about 20 miles northeast of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.
		We lived there for some time, and we got to know a lot of the other people that lived in the building.
		And one of the couples that we met was an elderly Italian couple that lived down on the first floor.
		My dad became real good friends with their son, and, you know, they had some of our birthday parties at their apartment, that kind of thing.
		When the wife passed away, they decided to move.
		And they asked my dad if they could store some of the stuff that they needed to store in our apartment for a while.
		And he, you know, of course said, sure.
		They, for some reason, you know, I was an eight-year-old boy, they decided to put a chest in my room.
		And all they told me was, don't get in there, which I got to say really piqued my interest.
		As soon as we got sent to bed that night, the first thing I did was open up the chest and start looking around in there.
		And there was a lot of really neat old stuff.
		There was like a wedding dress and there was some dishes and pictures.
		And I was really excited to just look through it all.
		I happened to hear my dad coming down the hall at one point in time.
		And I like just hurriedly stuffed everything back into the chest.
		I jumped up into my bed and I covered myself up like as if I was already trying to pretend that I was in bed the whole time.
		And my father walked away.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Hold the punchline to this one.
		We're up against a break, so we'll be back with you in just a moment.
		2006, Ghost to Ghost AM.
		That would be me.
		It's all you this night.
		If you've got a good story, the aforementioned numbers, or send us a fast blast.
		Be sure to include your area code and phone number.
		If it's a good one, we'll call you.
		Back in a moment.
		All right, back to Joe in Pennsylvania.
		Joe, you're back on the air.
unidentified		Yeah, like I was saying, I had gotten into the woman's chest, and I had messed around.
		They had a bunch of stuff out on the floor.
		When I thought I heard my father coming, I hurried up and threw everything back into the chest and closed it and jumped into bed and tried to pretend like I was already in bed.
		He just walked right by the door.
		He didn't stop.
		And I thought, boy, I was pretty lucky, you know.
		And I laid there for a second, and I thought I heard somebody whisper my name.
		Sort of sounded like it was sort of coming from the closet in my room.
		And my first thought was it was my younger sister maybe, you know, playing with me.
		And I just ignored it.
		But then I heard it again, and I said, hey, come on out of the closet, quit messing around, you know.
		And I heard that the third time, the name was getting louder each time.
		And the third time it was kind of almost insistent.
		It was just Joey.
		And I actually got up out of the bed and walked to the closet and opened the closet to make sure, you know, to get my sister and tell her to get out of there.
		But the closet was empty.
		And I went back to my bed and I climbed back in bed and I was a little bit worried about it.
		And I heard it again the fourth time and it sort of sounded like it was coming from behind me.
		And as I rolled over, I want to say it was the woman that I knew maybe two feet above me glaring at me with such an anger, just a furiousness.
		I can tell you that it was a smoky sort of an appearance.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		You had violated, it's like violating somebody's diary or something.
unidentified		Yeah, apparently it was her hope chest that she had had since she was a teenage girl.
		Like I said, I want to say it was her, but it really didn't look like her because the woman that I knew was always very gentle and kind and smiling and happy.
		And it was very vivid down to where I can tell you that I could see the hair like flowing.
		And I mean, instantly, I was out of that bed and down the hall and into my parents' room, screaming at the top of my lungs, mom, help me, help me.
		I was so totally terrified.
		My m mother panicked.
		She called my f uh told my father to call his friend and have them take that chest right now out of the room.
		By the next day, when they had gone through it, they found out that I had broken a couple of things in a couple of the dishes when I had thrown everything back in.
		And my mother was pretty angry with me, but they decided not to punish me because they felt like that had been punishment enough in itself.
		And I got to say, since that day, I've never doubted for a second that there is something after this life.
		I mean, it's as certainty as anything I could say that I know is the truth.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		All right, Joe.
		Thank you so much.
		Yeah, that's what it does.
		It makes you absolutely certain.
		Okay, to, let's see, let's go to the first-time caller line and say, Rachel in Burbank, you're on the air.
unidentified		Yes.
		Hello.
		I'm a first-time caller, and I just want to say awesome to be able to talk to you.
		So cool.
		Thank you.
		Thank you.
		Okay, so first off, I never really believed in ghosts at all, and people would tell me ghost stories, and I was always like, yeah, whatever, okay.
		But I started working at a restaurant in Colorado.
		That's where all my family is, and then I moved out to California.
		But when I lived in Colorado, I worked at this restaurant, and when I first started working there, one of the girls told me that the place was haunted.
		And I was like, okay, whatever, yeah, sure.
		So she goes, no, a lady came in and she did a seance, and she said, what happened?
		And then she said, and she told me that supposedly there was a girl that was murdered in one of the upstairs rooms.
		And then there was also a guy that was involved in some Chicago mafia of some sort.
		And he would come out to Colorado for vacationing, and he would come to this restaurant, and he loved it there.
		It was one of his favorite places.
		But when he was killed, they said that his ghost came back to this restaurant, and it still haunts it.
		And he was a really big womanizer.
		So I was like, okay, whatever.
		So she tells me this, and I work there, and I'm like three months in now, and it was time for me to open.
		And they were only open in the evenings.
		And so I go in to open, and I am bending over to get trays, because you have to put them all out on the tables first off to catch the food because it's a really fancy restaurant.
		So I'm bending over to get these trays out of this chest.
		Well, not chest, but it's like a cabinet area.
		And I'm bending over and something, I swear to you, grabs my behind.
		That's what they told me to call, say.
		But like literally grabs me.
		And I swing around, you know, really fast, and there's nothing there.
		And I'm totally like flustered and panicky.
		And I run back to the back kitchen to see, you know, if the chef had come in yet.
		And I run back there, and he was just walking in the door.
		And he's like, hey, what's going on?
		And I was like, oh, my gosh, did you just get here?
		And he goes, yes.
		And I was totally like panicking.
		I was like, ah, because it's never, ever, I've never heard of even them like making physical contact of any kind.
		So I called my mom immediately, you know, and was crying to her.
		And I was like, I can't believe this happened.
		And so she called her friend.
		And her friend said that, yes, she knows a lot about ghosts or whatever.
		And she goes, that is true.
		They have made some kind of physical contact.
		They have been able to.
		But that's pretty much my story.
		But now I totally, I believe when I hear stories like that, because I used to not.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Well, I appreciate the story, Rachel, and I'm going to have to think a little bit about what that says about physical urges.
		Now, as far as I always knew, they were inclusive of those in bodies.
		But maybe not.
		That's really wild.
		I wonder, you know, everybody's always asked about sex on the other side.
		Maybe we just got an answer.
		I don't know.
		Wildcard line four, Rebecca in Chicago, you're on the air.
unidentified		Hi, Art.
		Pleasure to talk to you.
		Well, I've got a story about a friend of mine that believes about 32 years ago this happened, that she and her husband saw an apparition in the middle of the night.
		And we lived in an apartment building, and they lived right next door to me, apartments side by side.
		And one morning she came over, and she was visibly shaken, and she asked me, did you smell anything burning during the night?
		And I said, you know, no, you know, what's going on?
		And she said that she and her husband were woken up in the middle of the night by a smell of something really bad, something really bad burning.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		I'm getting a lot of that tonight.
unidentified		Yeah, well, they jumped up out of bed and headed towards the hallway to, you know, exit out of the apartment, supposedly.
		And she said as they got into the hallway, they saw a really large, kind of tall, dark figure.
		And she said she felt a great sense of evil and harm at that time.
		And she said that they're both of Hispanic descent, Catholic, very devout Catholic, and they fell to their knees.
		And she said they started praying and they were crying.
		And she said that all of a sudden it just disappeared.
		Well, she said earlier that day they were unfortunately in some financial troubles and her husband had said that he would sell his soul to the devil to help them get out of their financial bind.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Oh my God.
unidentified		And she was convinced that the devil had come to collect.
unidentified		So I think.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		You never say anything like that.
unidentified		Never.
		No.
		No, no.
		I said, you never say anything like that.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		I certainly appreciate your call.
		I think that once you make such a deal, whether you say it out loud or just think it, that the deal is done.
		I don't think there's any going back or canceling deals of that sort.
		I really don't.
		I think that's we'll just leave it alone.
		You're on the air from Redding, California.
		Albert, hi.
unidentified		Hi, how are you?
		Okay, good.
		I have a brief ghost story.
		I once lived in a very small apartment, and I used to have weird things happen, things would move around by themselves.
		And anyway, one night I walked into my living room, and right by my door, I saw a female ghost just standing there looking at me.
		And she was wearing some kind of dress from another century.
		She looked very ancient.
		And she was very pale and white.
		And as I looked at her, she just slowly faded away.
		And some time went by, and one night I used to always turn my phone ringer off at night so it wouldn't wake me up.
		I turned it off, went to bed, woke up some time later hearing the phone ring.
		When I answered, there was no one there.
		I turned it off again, went to bed, the phone rang again, got up, and there was no one there.
		And then it happened a third time.
		And the third time I said to myself as I was going to, well, I turned my heater off too, by the way.
		I forgot to say that.
		And it was an old heater where you'd have to turn a lever to turn it off.
		And I said to myself, wouldn't it be interesting if I wake up and the heater is on?
		And that's exactly what happened.
		I woke up and the heater was on.
		So I went out there and turned it off.
		And then I finally fell asleep and I had a dream where there was a storm, a really bad storm in my apartment complex.
		The wind was blowing intensely.
		And this female ghost appeared to me and she said that she was just passing by and she was the one that did those pranks.
		And anyway, a little bit of time went by and I asked the managers and maintenance men if they had any knowledge of a graveyard being in that area because I know that those kinds of things tend to happen around graveyards and cemeteries.
		And they all say they had no knowledge of any graveyard or anything.
		And about a year went by and I heard on my local news that they were building a Walmart right next to my apartment complex.
		There was a field right outside my window of my bedroom.
		And they were building this Walmart and they had to stop construction because they found a sacred Indian burial site right there.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Oh my God.
unidentified		Yeah, it was just right outside my window.
unidentified		So I don't know if that woman had anything to do with the graveyard there, but I think that there might be a link.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Could be.
		Could certainly be.
		Again, it unnerves me to imagine that we are required to remain in the immediate vicinity of our bodies.
		I don't like that one at all.
		What if it's a house?
		That's not so bad.
		You can imagine a house.
		You can even imagine an area, but you don't want to imagine remaining with your body or something like that.
		And so many stories seem to sort of point in that direction.
		West of the Rockies, it's Alicia.
		Is that correct, Mike?
unidentified		That is correct, Mr. Bell.
unidentified		How are you this evening?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Just fine.
unidentified		My story was back in 1982 in Chicago, Illinois.
		It was like October, early October, and it was a beautiful Indian summer couple of days.
		And it was a Sunday night, and it was beautiful, magnificent weather.
		And my husband and two children were coming home, and the people next door had company, and the kids were outside.
		But it was about 10.30, quarter to 11.
		It was really late.
		It was a school night.
		And I told the kids they couldn't play, and I put them to bed.
		A little while later, in the back of the house, we had this room that we used as a television room for the kids.
		We hear a knock.
		It had big windows, and we hear a knock really hard.
		And I said, ah, that's, you know, the neighbor's kids trying to get, you know, our kids' attention.
		Don't worry about it, honey.
		And we hear the knock again.
		So my husband gets up, not too happy.
		And I was pregnant with our third child, and I was wobbling out, chasing behind him for him not to, you know, make a scene with the kids.
		They didn't realize it was late at night.
		And he turned the corner from the kitchen into the dining room to go to that back room.
		And as I went to turn the corner, he backed straight into me, pale as a ghost, like terrified.
		So I didn't know what he was seeing, but he was in law enforcement, and he had his gun.
		And I said, I've never said that.
		I said, get the gun, pull the gun, just shoot it.
		And he's just nodding his head no.
		And he looked at me and he said, what I just saw, my gun will do nothing.
		So then he's just walking toward the dining room.
		Now, I'm crying, wanting to be upstairs with my children, but terrified to, I was like stuck to him.
		You know, I was not going to be alone.
		And he went into the dining room, and whatever it was knocked again.
		And then he went into that back room, and I was with him, and there was a door that went into the yard from that room, and he went to open it.
		So I started screaming, please don't let it in.
		I don't want whatever you saw.
		I don't want it in if you can't kill it.
		And he went and he opened the door.
		And so then I thought, our life is ruined.
		I'm crying all over the place, hanging on to him.
		And he looked at me and he said, would you be quiet?
		I saw a woman standing in front of the window knocking from the inside.
		I think she wants to get out.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Oh, my God.
unidentified		And it was like, he said it was like a black, all black.
		And I said, well, like a nun?
		And he said, either very long hair or a nun.
		And he said you could see through her.
		She was like transparent.
		She wasn't completely solid.
		He said, but her right hand, she was just standing in front of that window with her right hand up, knocking.
		And I heard the knocks.
		I did not see her.
		Thank goodness.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		I wonder if she made it out.
unidentified		Well, about seven or eight months later, we were in the Lions Club, and it was our turn to have a meeting at our home.
		And one of the members had brought a professor from the University of Illinois who was thinking about joining the Lions Club.
		And he was sensitive and he could channel people.
		And the man called me the next day and he said, you know, I don't know if you're a believer or a non-believer, but, you know, the friend I brought, you know, can channel people.
		And he says, there's a woman all in black that walks through your house.
		Yeah.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		I'm sure that did it for you.
unidentified		Huh?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Oh, I said, I'm sure that did it for you.
unidentified		Oh, God, yes.
unidentified		After the guilt of leaving my poor children sleeping upstairs, O bone and me being too scared to run up there, yeah.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Been okay ever since?
unidentified		Yeah.
		I mean, I never saw her, and she didn't knock again.
		I figured if I don't hear the knock, we'll live through this.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Maybe she made it out.
		All right.
		Thank you very, very much.
		How can you listen to these stories one after another after another and not begin to believe, even if you have not seen with your own eyes?
		And I know it's so easy to be skeptical and it's so easy to blow it off if you haven't seen with your own eyes.
		But even listening to a program of this sort, one after another after another, you don't honestly think all these people are making this up, do you?
		Susan in Florida, but you're not making up your story.
unidentified		No.
		No.
		Hi, Art.
		Hi.
		I would like to share with you and with a coast audience how I ended up talking to a ghost.
		It wasn't any plan of mine, but it just ended up that way.
		And the event that started this, I was watching TV, I was watching the news, and they had a special report come on that a local high school, a 17-year-old student, had stabbed another student that was 15 years old.
		And I thought, oh, my gosh, that's terrible.
		And they showed they were rushing them off to the one that was stabbed.
		They arrested the one and they were rushing the other one off to the emergency.
		And I thought, oh, gosh, that's awful.
		And then they showed students at that school.
		Some of them had gathered around a flagpole and they were praying.
		And then they showed, they were having football practice before all this happened.
		And all the football players out there just knelt on one knee and they were praying.
		And when I saw that, I thought, you know, I should be praying too for this young guy.
		And I started to pray, and I just closed my eyes, and just in a few minutes, all of a sudden, it was like I was transported somehow to the emergency room where they were working on this young guy.
		And I saw his spirit, the spirit of this young guy standing by his body, watching them work on him.
		And he turned, I guess I don't know what I looked like.
		I must have looked like a spirit too.
		Nobody noticed me or anything.
		And he turned to me and he said, I'm afraid to die.
		I don't want to die.
		And I don't know.
		It was like I just felt so bad for him and I had been praying for him.
		And I said, you don't have to be afraid.
		Jesus is the way.
		He's the truth and the life.
		And if you're absent from the body, you're present with the Lord.
		And he was still frightened.
		So I'm talking to him while they're working on his body over here.
		And I'm hearing some of the things they're doing, like there was some kind of a suction thing going on.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Listen, we're just about out of time.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Did he make it?
unidentified		After I talked to him, it was all of a sudden like he got sucked back into his body.
		He says, I've got to go now.
		But he said.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		I've got to go now, too.
		You hold on.
		We'll come back to you dear.
		Stay right there.
		This is Ghost to Ghost AM.
		Ghost to Ghost AM indeed 2006.
		Good morning, good evening, good afternoon.
		Whatever it is, wherever you are, it certainly is a pretty spooky night.
		We'll get back to Susan in Florida right after this.
		The reason I was asking, Susan, whether he made it or not at the last moment before the break was because I had to know, since you were there while he was observing everybody working on him, did he, after he came back to the world, remember you?
unidentified		Well, what happened was that, like I say, they were working on his body and they could hear the noises.
		And it was getting to a point, I think, where they were going to kind of revive him a little bit because they were saying he's choking on his blood and they were doing some kind of suctioning or something.
		And he was still afraid.
		But then I told him, God can help you through this.
		You can trust him.
		And when that young man's spirit, when he said, yes, I'll do that, all of a sudden it was like there was like light that came out of his spirit.
		It just sort of flooded over his spirit and in him.
		And he just had like, he says, now I'm not afraid.
		Now I know what you mean.
		And he says, I've got to go.
		And it was like, almost like just like a vacuum cleaner or something just sucking him back toward his body.
		And he was sort of half in his body and half out of it.
		And he said, thank you.
		I'll be all right now.
		I'm not afraid.
		And then all of a sudden, as soon as he said that, it was like a vacuum cleaner or something sucking me back.
		And it was like I opened my eyes and I thought, oh, my gosh.
		And I looked around and here I was sitting in my living room.
		And I thought, oh, my gosh.
		And then I turned the TV back on to see what was going on.
		And about 20 to 30 minutes later, they announced on the TV that he died.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Oh, my God.
unidentified		And I was sad to hear that he died, but I know that that's the weirdest sounding thing.
		I can't explain it except that somehow prayer must have made a bridge that somehow spirit to spirit could communicate.
		And even though I'm sad that he died, I really sincerely feel that he died safely.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Yeah, it sounds like you gave him the comfort before he passed.
		You gave him the comfort to pass.
		That is really quite a story.
		Prayer, of course, is intent.
		And so she put herself right in the middle of a life and death situation.
		Amazing.
		Absolutely amazing.
		West of the Rockies.
		Zach, you're on the air.
unidentified		Hello.
		I used to be at a security guard at a cemetery.
		And I was in between rounds one day.
		And I'm in the office.
		And it was like the end of my shift.
		I'm getting ready to leave, packing up.
		And there's a window, a big window that's like by the front of the office.
		And you could see outside in the parking lot.
		And I felt something like somebody was watching me or something like that.
		And I looked up and I saw a foggy light, like it looked like a person, kind of like the outline of a person by the window, like a foggy type of mist, kind of.
		And as soon as I saw it, it moved away from the window.
		And I ran outside to make sure it wasn't like a car light, like somebody pulled into the parking lot, or like maybe somebody was in there by the window.
		And I looked around and nobody was around.
		And it just struck me as weird because, you know, I'm a little suspicious.
		I work in a cemetery.
		So, you know, it made me think something was going on.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Well, so beyond that, though, you don't know what it was?
unidentified		No, but another time I was in the back office and I was trying to relax like in between rounds, you know, from checking the cemetery to make sure it's all secure because I was a guard there.
		And I thought I heard voices in another room and I went and I checked everywhere, the whole place.
		I checked on the front of the cemetery because I thought I heard something, like somebody talking like casually, like just in another room.
		And I'm trying to find, you know, the voice.
		And there's nobody around.
		You know, it just sounded like people just casually talking.
		That's the creepy part because it was kind of low.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Well, you had a creepy job anyway, Zach.
		Being a guard in a cemetery is kind of creepy.
		And it keeps taking me back.
		People keep mentioning these cemeteries.
		I don't want to think that a spirit is anywhere near its body that it's left.
		That doesn't make any sense to me.
		With everything that we know, with everything that we know about death.
		That part makes no sense to me whatsoever.
		Why would you hang anywhere near your body?
		There are so many things that we truly don't know, aren't there?
		Rob Hardline, you're on the air, Tim, in Wisconsin.
unidentified		Was that me, Yard?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		That's you.
unidentified		Oh, fabulous.
		Longtime listener.
		Good to hear you, and good to hear that you're getting along very well over in your second life dimension, shall we say, experience.
		But I've got a story for you that happened to me when I was a teenager.
		Naturally, we were kids interested.
		My father gave me the book about Roswell when I was about 13 years old.
		So I've been interested in all the paranormal, different stuff since then.
		And so when we were kids, three of us, your screener said to jump right into the story, so here I go.
		And we were interested in, you know, Alistair Crowley and reading all kinds of different manuals.
		And it turned out that one of our friends' sister was involved in what evidently they call a coven and had access to this manual supposedly written in blood and all of this stuff.
		And of course, again, we were teenagers.
		So part of this may be, you know, there was probably a little gleam put on it for us to get us interested in this stuff back when we were teenagers, if you understand what I mean.
		So anyhow, we decided to go ahead and give this a try to conjure up this being, which we had no idea what we were doing.
		This is kind of along the lines of the Ouija board.
		We had to actually go around and get some different items, some rice paper, a quill, a pen made out of a crow's feather, a lemon, a black candle, a piece of charcoal.
		And basically, I don't know if you want me to go into the details of how we did it.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Just tell me what happened.
unidentified		Well, what happened was after we did what this, I'll use the term, recipe called for, we kind of went into a haze for about an hour and woke up and realized that about an hour's time had gone by.
		And what this was, was a supposed blood curse.
		And again, we were kids and we were playing around, you know, who is our current enemy of the week?
		You know, who are we arguing with at school or something that week?
		You know, so we put the names of our current enemy on this rice paper, after which you had to cut yourself and use your own blood and use this quill to write the name of this person and recite this recital while you're chanting, or chant this recital while the candle is burning and whatnot.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		And so what happened to these people?
unidentified		Astroth?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		What happened to these people?
unidentified		Well, what happened is, strangely enough, I'm friends with actually one of these people still.
		He's still alive.
		But what happened was we came to about an hour after we had started this ritual and realized, holy cow, and saw this kind of misty, kind of cool, weird feeling.
		And it seemed like something had happened.
		And what had happened in the long run, to get to what you're asking, is one of the guys, again, this was supposedly to create some sort of a blood curse on this victim that you very short on time, Tim.
		Okay.
		One guy got gout.
		Another guy, unfortunately, died in an auto accident through loss of blood.
		And the third guy moved away and none of us, we live in a small town up here.
		Well, it's not so small anymore in Racine, Wisconsin.
		He moved away and we've never heard from him again.
		But this was really about the most interesting part of the story is that about another hour transpired after we were all done and, oh, well, you know, we did this, whoa, whoop-dee-doo, we went down and started listening to music.
		And we got a telephone call by a guy who identified himself as Maynard.
		And as I recall through reading and whatnot, Maynard is kind of an old 16th century name, possibly for one of like Mephistopheles or Satan or Maynard was one of those names that was used evidently in which was strange that this guy who had no knowledge of what we did called and
		told us to destroy what we just created or we would open portals and doors that we would not understand.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Okay, well it sounds as though it's a good thing that you ended that when you did.
		And that sounds also like a fooled around with somebody's instructions who had been playing with the craft.
		That story unwinded kind of slowly for us there, but can you imagine hurting that many people?
		The craft is real, and I would urge those of you who are tempted to play with it, tempted to do the kind of thing that he apparently did with his friends, not to do it.
		You really do open doors and bring in things that could affect the rest of your life, could affect other lives.
		It's not a game.
		Don't do it.
		Let's go to Wildcard Line 5 and Tim in Illinois.
unidentified		Hey, how you doing, Art?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		All right, sir.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Another cemetery story.
unidentified		Another cemetery story.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		You're breaking up on me there.
unidentified		What about that?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Tim?
unidentified		Hello?
unidentified		Hello?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Yes.
unidentified		All right, I caught this figure out in the corner of my eye one day, and I turned back real quick and looked at it, and it looked like it was like a short, fat Abraham Lincoln.
		He had the hat on his head and all that.
		And I looked at him for a second.
		I kind of looked down again, and I looked up at him.
		He turned, he looked at me, and he smiled.
		And it was like he met with me in my head.
		And he told me we were doing a good job, you know, and the place looked good.
		And he, like, turned and he just started walking away and he just faded.
		And then that was it.
		He was gone.
		I mean, it wasn't like a scary ghost story or not, but I really believe I seen a ghost that day.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Well, sounds like you might have.
		Not all ghosts are scary.
		And not all ghost stories are scary.
		Now, we try to get the scary ones for you on Halloween, but look.
		I believe in life after death.
		I'll just sort of lay that on the table for you.
		I believe in life after death.
		I believe that it's real.
		And so not all ghost stories are going to be scary.
		Not all deaths are scary.
		Many are, and I think that's where the majority of the ghost, so-called ghost stories, the scary ones, actually come from.
		If you listen very carefully, I think you'll find that whether it's people messing with the craft or particularly like that young fellow who had been messing with the others.
		It could turn out very poorly, but it doesn't mean that all ghost stories are bad.
		Many are just attempts to communicate.
		Many are attempts to let the person on the other side know you're okay.
		But all of them, if you add it up like a great column of math, they all add up to the same thing.
		Bottom line, there is life after death.
		East of the Rockies, you're on the air, Mike, from Iowa.
unidentified		Art, it's good to hear your voice.
		Thank you.
		On Ghost Ghost.
		I had an encounter with a couple of strangers back when I was a teenager delivering the Des Moines Register.
		And at the time, there was a new addition to the town, probably about five years old or so, a string of houses southeast of town.
		And I always delivered the paper at 3.30 in the morning before school, and it was always pitch black.
		Took my bicycle up to the southeast house of the town.
		And I never cut through people's lawns, so I went up their Gravel driveway and turned right and paralleled the front of their house on their sidewalk.
		Walked up the three steps and put the paper in their screen door, turned around and walked down the three steps and then turned right to walk the sidewalk to their driveway.
		And I looked up and right where I walked over was this old man wearing a wide-brimmed hat, a flannel shirt, and baggy pants and boots.
		And he had absolutely no color to him.
		and I could see right through him.
		And I just...
		Well, I really disagree with that.
		I think there's a tertiary called frozen.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		And that's what you were, frozen.
unidentified		For about 10 seconds, I was just frozen.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		No, I think that's also a natural reaction.
		For example, if you're near a wild animal, a lot of times frozen is the best thing you can be.
		Running is the worst thing you can do.
		So frozen is perhaps okay, and it's perhaps a natural reaction.
		It shows a non-threatening stance.
unidentified		Well, it is a reaction of no action.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		That's right.
unidentified		It's not doing the fight or the flight.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Right, so you froze.
unidentified		And the only I thought of a plethora of things, but what predominantly went through my mind is I just walked over that spot 15 seconds ago.
		So I decided I would talk to him.
		And I asked him his name.
		Oh, he was, what he was doing is he was pumping water from an outside water pump, and he had the bucket on that nook on the spout, and he was filling the bucket with water, but it never overflowed.
		And I asked him, well, first thing I said was, well, I'm sorry I walked over where you are now.
		And I asked him his name, and I apologized.
		And after about 15, 20 minutes, I ran out of things to say.
		And my brother and I, my younger brother and I, back then, we late weekend nights, we would watch Creature Feature and then the scarier Acry Creature Feature, which was the sighting company or roughing company, I forget which.
		And I learned that if you ran, the monster would catch you from behind.
		It always happens.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Yeah, that's the way it works, all right.
unidentified		I never recall someone that didn't run that got caught from behind by the monster.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Yeah, I think freezing and perhaps even getting into the conversation was the wiser of the moves you made.
		I think that kind of goes back to an animal instinct in some of us.
		When we're presented with something like that, we just freeze.
		And maybe that's not such a bad move.
		Ghost Ghost AM 2006.
		You've got a story for us.
		Those are the numbers.
		An additional way to get in, perhaps, is to include your, I don't know, a sentence about your story and your telephone number, including area code, and we'll get to you.
		So it can happen that way, or you can pick up one of the lines.
		All of this continues in a moment.
		Time is short, so very quickly to Clint in Calgary.
		You're on Ghost to Ghost AM.
		Hi.
unidentified		Hi, how you doing?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Just fine.
unidentified		Fantastic.
		Okay, well, to start my story, before this happened to me, I actually didn't believe in ghosts.
		Like Edgar Allan Poe said, I don't believe in ghosts, but I've been scared of them my whole life.
		So that's kind of my attitude.
		I moved into this apartment with my friend Calvin when I was about 20 years old.
		And every night when I would lay in bed, I'd have my back to the room, I would feel like I would hear something, like maybe a breath, or I would hear like the clicking of an ankle, you know, or a knee when somebody's walking.
		And every time I heard that, as I was falling off to sleep, I'd kind of look over my shoulder and there's nothing there.
		So I'd kind of smile and go to sleep.
		And that would happen, like, every night when I was going to bed.
		And one night, I was laying on my back, and I had this weird feeling like somebody was looking at me.
		So I opened my eyes, and there was somebody leaning over my bed, looking at me, about two inches from my face.
		And when I opened my eyes, I went, I made, whoa, like a noise like that.
		And this entity or whatever it was, it jumped back too like it was scared.
		And it ran behind my little bookshelf in my bedroom.
		At the time, though, I wasn't really, it was kind of dark in my room, so I thought I had an intruder in my bedroom.
		So I went behind the bookshelf, you know, with my lamp in my hand ready to clug whoever it was.
		I turned my light on, and there was nobody back there.
		And there's no way to come out from behind the bookshelf.
		There's no windows or doors or anything like that.
		So I told my friend Calvin, you know, the next day what had happened, and he said, if you're having a problem with something in your room, maybe just write a note and saying, I don't know who you are or what you want, but if I can help you, please let me know how.
		But if I can't help you, please leave me alone.
		So I did that.
		I wrote the note out on the desk, and after that, I never had any troubles.
		I never had any clicking or breathing or breaths or anybody lugging at me in my bed.
		So I just thought I could.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		I'll tell you what's interesting about that is that you, and I've had so many stories like this, that we apparently startle them many times as much as they startle us.
		Not always, but so many times in these stories, the entity or the spirit or whatever it Is when it realizes it can be seen, appears to be as startled as we are.
		And I'm trying to put together in my head what that means.
		First time caller line, Chris in Nebraska.
unidentified		Good morning.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Good morning.
unidentified		Hey, I wanted to share with you guys a story that kind of spooked the Jesus out of me, but at the same time was kind of a relief.
		I used to be an over-the-road trucker, and I was cruising down I-40 in New Mexico, and I got flagged over on the CV from another trucker that there had been a rollover accident.
		And all the passengers in the vehicle had been ejected.
		It took a long time to get any kind of state patrol or flight for life medics or anything out there.
		But there was a young girl that had gone into shock, and I wrapped her up in a blanket and was holding her.
		And about an hour and 15 minutes later, they finally got there and got the major triage taken care of.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		My God, that is a long time.
unidentified		It was a rough go.
		But when they finally came up to take the girl from me, they had told me that she'd expired.
		She'd passed on.
		And I never knew it.
		And so I was kind of a devastating thing for me.
		I avoided that I-40 Interstate and ran many miles out of my way just to stay out of there for a long time.
		Got in a hurry one night coming out of California and decided I'd had to run I-40.
		And just as I passed the mile marker where that accident had happened, my little dog that had been running with me forever and never messed in the truck before relieved himself in my passenger seat and went yipping and screaming into the back of the sleeper.
		And I looked into the back of the sleeper to see what was wrong with him.
		And he was down there cowered under my bunk.
		And as I looked back to the road, I noticed that there was a young girl sitting in the passenger seat of my truck.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		That would be my last trip on I-40.
unidentified		I scared to be Jesus.
		I almost wrecked my truck.
		But she was, you know, very, I mean, ghostly, I guess.
		You could kind of see through her.
		I could see my door on the other side through her.
		And she just looked at me and she smiled.
		And in a very, very soft voice, she said, thank you.
		And I'm okay.
		And she was gone.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Oh, that's an awesome story.
unidentified		I pulled over and walked around my truck for a long, long time before I got back in it.
		But, you know, it was, like I said, the most terrifying experience of my life and probably the most satisfying.
		You know, it's just something inner, inside that really settled.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		I hear you.
		Chris, thank you very, very much for the story.
		That is actually that's kind of a heart-warming story.
		Not all ghost stories are scary.
		Although I suppose, no matter what, they're scary at the time.
		But in reflection, obviously he had done something that she very much appreciated, and she somehow made it back to say so.
		That was quite something.
		Wildcard Line, Sandra, in Canada, you're on the air.
unidentified		Yes.
		My boyfriend and I were asked by friends of ours to own a fly-in fishing lodge.
		Now, this is about 600, 700 miles north of Manitoba, like in Manitoba from Winnipeg, just outside the Manitoba border in Ontario.
		I won't name the lodge.
		There's a half a dozen, like, they're log cabin style with bunks, like for the lodging, for the people that come to stay there.
		They fish.
		There's three people, just the fishing guide, an Aboriginal man, and myself and my boyfriend.
		His job was to do maintenance, you know, take care of the boat motors and, you know, gas the boats and oil them and make sure they're running properly and maintenance around the place.
		My job was to take care of the cleaning of the cabins and the making of the beds and the cooking.
		And anyway, the Keebler people were there.
		So that was the group.
		They were from the States and they had come to fish.
		So the guide's job is to take them to the best fishing spots and they catch fish and they get all drunk and everything and tell all their stories about all these big fish they caught, meanwhile, he caught them all.
		But anyway, where we stayed when all of the lodgings were built was the cabin.
		There was like a log cabin not too far from the lodgings, like maybe three quarters of a mile.
		And this is right out in the bush.
		It's all just bush, wild, wild bush.
		And anyway, it was August.
		It was really, really hot.
		And inside the cabin where we stayed in, there's a big wooden door on the inside, but it was so hot.
		There's an outside door, which is just a swinging door with this big screen in it.
		And the hook was on the door.
		And outside, just above the door, is like a lamplight, just so that you can see to go to the outhouse, to go to the bathroom.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Sure.
unidentified		Okay?
		So I woke up wanting to go to the toilet, to go to the outhouse.
		And I couldn't get up.
		Like I tried to get up off the bed and I couldn't get up off the bed.
		I felt myself being pushed back down into sitting position.
		And I thought, oh, I was just sleepy and still out of it.
		And I tried again, and the same thing happened.
		So I'm sitting there.
		I can move every other part of my body, my feet, my arms, my head, everything, but I cannot get up off the bed.
		And I looked ahead toward the screen door thinking, well, this is weird.
		I can't get up.
		I can't go to the outhouse.
		And as I'm looking toward the screen door, this man, an old man, not an elderly man, but an old man, comes right, walks right through the door.
		Doesn't open the door, walks right through the door.
		Not an apparition, a full body person.
		Turned on the kitchen light.
		There's an old kettle, you know those old ones with the wire handle and a wooden handle with a wire, you know, at the pointy spout.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Yes.
unidentified		It's like aluminum, and a gas stove.
		So he goes over, he pumped, there's a water pump, he dumped out the kettle, he pumped water into a container that sat beside with a spout so you could pour that into the kettle, into the top of the kettle.
		He took off the lid, poured the water into the kettle, turned on the gas, and he sat down on the kitchen chair by the table, waiting for the water to boil.
		He got up, he opened the cupboard door, and he took out, there's only one teacup in there with a saucer.
		Everything else was mugged.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Okay, not a lot of time.
unidentified		He pulls it out, he puts it on the kitchen counter, he takes down the sugar bowl, he opens the drawer, takes out a spoon, he puts the sugar in the cup, he takes the tea bag from the box, he puts it in the cup, and he brings it and he sits it on the table.
		Then he goes and he gets the kettle and he puts the water in the cup, puts the kettle back on the stove, sits back down, and he takes the spoon and he's squeezing the tea bag.
		I'm sitting watching everything he's doing.
		And I was really feeling scared because I could move every other part of my body, but I could not get up.
		I felt pressure to sit where I was sitting.
		And I just got up the gumption to say, who are you?
		And what are you doing in our cabin?
		Because I thought it was one of these maybe Keebler people, but it wasn't anybody I had recognized.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		So what did he say?
unidentified		And he says to me, you just sit there and be quiet.
unidentified		I want to have my tea in peace.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		I see.
unidentified		So I, like, am going, oh, my God.
		What if this guy, like, finishes his tea and starts to get a, like, a lumberjack t-shirt on?
		And, you know, those dark green pants that, like, engineers wear?
		He had clothes on like that.
		And I thought, what if he finishes his tea and starts taking off his clothes thinking he's going to get into bed and go to sleep?
		So I start pounding my boyfriend with the side of my fist all up and down his back as hard as I can, right?
		Just pounding him.
		And he won't wake up.
		He can't, he just won't wake up.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Okay, Zen, we've got to get to the end of this story.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		We're out of time here.
unidentified		Well, anyway, so the man says to me, quit hitting him.
		Let him sleep.
		I just want to have my tea in peace.
		And I'm like, oh, my God.
		He finishes his tea.
		He gets up.
		He picks up the saucer.
		He walks to the counter.
		He puts the saucer on the counter.
		He walks to the screen door.
		And he turns around and he looks at me and he says, I'll leave the light on for you.
		And you can go and pee now.
		And he walks through the screen door, just like the way he came in.
		So I figured the native guide might know something about some kind of like history of miss or anything from that area.
		And I went up to him and I said, you know, like you're going to think I'm nuts.
		And he goes, no, actually, I know what you're going to tell me.
		You saw the old man.
		And I said, then you know about this.
		He said, did he have his cup of tea?
		I said, yeah.
		And I said, and the tea bags there, the saucer, the teacup, the spoon, everything.
		And I said, if you were to have touched that kettle, the water was hot.
		Like, I know I saw what I saw.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Well, I'm sure you did, Sandra.
		I'm going to have to leave it there.
		My guest mentioned would be that this man knew you.
		And what he did was he froze you to the spot, knowing otherwise what would become of him.
		West of the Rockies here, Hockey Air.
		Hello.
unidentified		Yes.
unidentified		Art?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Yes.
unidentified		Yes.
		Okay.
		I didn't hear the first part.
		Anyway, I have a good story.
		This happened just a couple weeks ago.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Okay.
unidentified		I live in this small apartment, one-bedroom apartment with my wife.
		And see, I'm a truck driver.
		I drive overnight usually, and then I'm home the next day.
		And this happened to be a Saturday, and I was staying up.
		My wife went to bed because she had to be at work the next day.
		And it's about 2 o'clock in the morning.
		I'm sitting at the computer, and where I'm sitting, I can see the bedroom door.
		It's closed.
		My wife likes to sleep with the door closed.
		Well, as I'm browsing the internet and looking at coast-to-coast online, out of the corner of my eye, this apparition appears right in front of my door.
		And I feel this chill run down my spine.
		The hair on my hand stands up.
		And when I go to look, it just quickly disappears.
		I feel this Strong intention from this, you know, like somebody really peering at you, not just having a glance at you.
		Feel that energy.
		And I thought, wow, okay.
		So it happened.
		So I go on browsing, go to bed, wake up the next morning, and my wife is a little agitated.
		I ask her, what's wrong?
		She goes, last night around 2 o'clock, same time I witnessed this, there was a being in my room.
		It was shaking my bed.
		It was scaring me.
		And she goes, we're sensitive, and I know that we've, you know, sensed beings before, but this one is the only one that has scared me before, you know.
		And she was frozen.
		She was frozen to her bed, and she tried to scream out, but she couldn't scream.
		But she mentally screamed out to me, and she was just, you know, frightened.
		And I thought this was amazing because I saw that entity the night before, and here she is telling me what experience she had with that same entity, I assume, the next day.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Well, husbands and wives can frequently communicate with each other that way, not just husbands and wives, brothers, sisters, relatives, people who know each other and are very close or able to communicate that way.
unidentified		Right.
unidentified		But it's pretty amazing, eh?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		It is amazing.
		Of course it is.
		A lot of what we've heard tonight, what we've talked about tonight, is amazing.
		East of the Rockies, very quickly, you're on the air.
		Jim in Lakewood.
unidentified		Yes, hi.
		What happened was I rented a place.
		It was an older house, a downstairs house.
		And I remember when I closed the door when I was leaving, I could feel that like when you have a magnet, you get like that reverse polarity.
		It felt like something jerked the door that said, you know, like I couldn't close the door when I was leaving when I closed the deal with the landlady.
		Well, it was like a warning.
		And later on, what happened was I had like an infection and a blood infection.
		And I was in the downstairs, and the guy that rented upstairs with this lady that she was like 98 pounds and he was like 250, he beat her to death, and I listened to her die.
		And I saw her apparition in my bedroom, and she said, you know, don't come up to help me.
		And I thought, don't come up to help me.
		I thought I was like delirious because of the blood infection.
		Later on, the cops came the next day after he had killed her by kicking her so bad, he fractured her liver, dragged her across the floor.
		I witnessed all of that by listening to it.
		Well, they said that he had upside-down crosses and this and that.
		But you know what I got out of that?
		She gave me strength.
		Because you know what?
		Right now, I am armed to say that if it ever comes again, Evil ever comes again, I'm ready for it.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Gotcha.
		All right.
		Well, I guess the best offense or defense, that is to say, is a good offense.
		All right, everybody, that's it.
		We're out of time.
		Ghost to Ghost AM 2006.
		I'm Art Bellett.
		It's been my pleasure to be your host.
		You all have a good night.

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