Ghost to Ghost 2007 features unscreened callers recounting terrifying paranormal encounters—from Kathy’s grandfather’s transparent apparition in 1978 to a military base silo where a crushed crew member’s spirit triggered alarms, and a possessed caller claiming three evil ghosts. Stories span EVPs, ghostly figures tied to suicides or curses, and unexplained phenomena like floating handwriting and cursed objects, suggesting spirits linger where death is violent or unresolved. [Automatically generated summary]
From the high desert and the great American Southwest, I bid you all good evening, good morning, good afternoon, wherever you may be across this great globe of ours, all 25 time zones, whatever it is, prolifically covered by this program, Ghost to Ghost AM.
Good morning.
I'm Art Bell, filling in for George Norrie on this evening, this ghostly evening.
And we're going to do something a little different this year.
We're going to do unscreened ghost to ghost calls.
Now, there will be certain rules, and I hope you will try and abide by them.
Rule number one is only one ghost story per caller.
I repeat, one ghost story per caller.
Number two, please try and use anything but a cell phone.
I like cell phones.
I've got one.
They're useful in cases of emergency, but they're terrible for talk radio.
Now, if you have a ghost story that is just so good that we all have to hear it and you can only use a cell phone, well, then so be it.
But it better be awfully good to suffer over the indignities of a cell phone connection.
And of course, please, only the very scariest stories.
And I mean the scariest stories.
I'll give you an example here in a moment.
As a matter of fact, actually, I'll kind of pepper examples throughout the program.
These were sent to me in the last several days, and I picked a few choice ones, and I'll sort of drop them in.
But once again, this is an annual event.
We only get to do it one day during the year.
That is to say, when we have nothing but ghost stories.
Now, I would prefer they be first-person ghost stories if possible.
In other words, not something that your mom was told by your grandma and so forth and so on.
So if it's a first-person ghost story, it's better.
If it's not on a cell phone, it's great.
Remembering only one story per customer.
And oh, by the way, we took a Bell family Halloween photo.
It's up on the website right in the upper middle.
If you go to coasttocoastam.com, you'll see it.
We had fun doing that.
The three of us.
By the way, for those who are inquiring, all cats are fine.
All our cats are just fine.
Yeti, Abby, and our import Dolly, doing very, very well indeed.
So a picture of the three of us, myself, Aaron, and of course Asia, that's on the website.
And then if you click on a webcam, there's a picture of just Asia there that I took the other day.
I think it's really, really cute.
But once again, this is ghost to ghost, folks.
So let me run over it one last time.
One story per caller, one ghost story, your very best effort.
If you can do it on a landline instead of a cell phone, well, bless you.
Remembering you've got to let it, we're not going to use screeners.
So that means let it ring and ring and ring and ring.
And that way you'll not be charged for any on-hold time or anything of that sort.
We'll pick it up when we're ready to talk to you.
And only the very scariest stories.
I think this program has established over decades now, decades, that there is indeed some sort of consciousness, some sort of continuation after death.
Now, the nature of that continuation, we have not established.
But with EVPs, with other proof, we've established pretty well, I think, that indeed there is some continuation following physical death.
Ghosts would be certainly one main line piece of proof of that continuation.
So if you have a good ghost story, here we are.
Now, if you're west of the Rockies, the number to call is 1-800-618-8255.
1-800-618-8255.
East of the Rockies, 1-800-825-5033.
Remember, I will answer the phone, so it is up to you to have your radio turned all the way down right away as soon as you hear me answer.
First time callers, area code 818-501-4721.
Area code 818-501-4721.
Wildcard lines, we've got several of those.
Pretty good chance to get through at Area Code 818-501-4109.
818-501-4109.
Outside the country, the international line, call up your operator.
Have her connect you no matter where you are in the world to our toll-free international line, which is 1-800-893-0903.
1-800-893-0903.
In a moment, ghost to ghost AM.
Let's begin with something Kathy sent in from Springfield, Illinois.
Art, let me preface this by saying my grandfather and I had always been very close.
I know he would never have let any harm come to me in any way.
My grandfather passed away in February of 1978.
He had a heart attack in the bathroom of his home at about three in the morning.
My grandmother was home alone.
We took turns staying with her after the funeral.
About three weeks later, I was reading on the bed in the spare bedroom.
Something caused me to look up.
Coming out of the wall was what looked like my grandfather.
He was transparent.
You could see right through him, but he still had form.
Words can never express how horrible he looked.
He looked like he had dug his own way out of the grave.
He had on a pinstriped suit, the one he was buried in.
He had what appeared to be Spanish moss dripping from him.
I live in Springfield, Illinois.
Believe me, we don't have Spanish moss around here.
I began to scream and get off the bed to run when he suddenly disappeared.
Now, I didn't tell anybody because I was afraid people would think I was crazy.
This would be the end of the story, but 20 years ago, I found out my son had seen the same identical apparition.
As close as we can estimate it, it was about three months later, and in the front bedroom of our house, other family members have seen dark forms standing over the bathroom sink doors and lights that turn on and off, and all this for no apparent reason.
We're now 58 and 40, respectively, and we'll never forget the sight.
Was it a ghost?
A demon?
I'll never know, but I know we saw it.
I believe.
And of course, that's what happens after you see for yourself.
You believe.
Let's go to the first-time caller line and say good morning.
Probably about, I'd say it's about 20 years ago, me and I was living with this friend of mine in this duplex.
And just out of the blue, all of a sudden, I started getting all these scratches on my soft parts of my body, like underneath my legs or my calves are.
It was like, like nail scratches, just like, and then they would almost pop up almost to the point where it would almost blood would, you know, but then they would go away just.
We could just be sitting there at that time, you know, the early 80s.
We were sitting there watching some MTV or something, just sitting around hanging out.
And all of a sudden, I just say, hey, look, guys, and I pulled down my shirt, and then right there behind my neck is these rake marks, you know.
And then it caught my, like I say, that show, you know, with that narrator, and they showed this same similar to this guy that was just in like Boston.
And, you know, just, you know, so how did it resolve?
Not say for sure that it's a ghost, but human scratches on the body just suddenly appearing, barely felt when they occur, but then turning up as big welts.
So, very quickly, they made a call back to the base, and as quickly as possible, by helicopter, they flew out a medical crew.
The man wasn't doing very well.
His blood pressure was beginning to drop.
So, they asked him, is there anything that we can do for you?
Because it doesn't look like that you're going to make it.
The man said, yes, I would like to be able to tell my wife one more time that I love her.
So, they arranged to make a radio call to his wife, and he was able to speak to her one last time.
After the phone call was finished, they said, all right, we're going to release this arm from you.
The doctor told him, I don't think I'm going to be able to stop the bleeding, and this may be the end.
So, he said he was ready.
They released the arm, and as the doctor said, the man died on the spot.
The place where he died was Missile Silo Kilo 11.
All right, as I said, these missile silos can take a direct hit from a nuclear missile.
They have a 10-ton concrete door on top of the missile.
On the outside of the missile, there's nothing but a fence.
They don't worry about people getting inside, so all you need is a fence.
But there are alarms.
There are alarms on top of the ground and below the ground.
After this incident happened, almost every night, the alarm underneath the 10-ton door inside the missile, where it was impossible for anyone to go, would go off almost every single night.
And the men would have to respond and go out there and check outside the fence all around, and then they would have to open a hole and go down where the missile was.
There was a, I think it was Law and Order, very famous Law and Order series in which a man, in a similar fashion, was squeezed by a subway train.
And they actually got the train stopped, and it hit him about midline.
In other words, right across the stomach.
And as long as that subway was in place, much as the man just talked about the arms around the missile, the blood flow or the blood pressure in the upper part of the body stayed roughly, well, kept him alive.
But the very moment, of course, they moved the train or changed anything, blood pressure immediately dropped and the man passed away.
So what that man just had to say about kilo 11 was entirely possible.
What followed, with that alarm going off on a nightly basis, is, well, it's why we're here talking about ghosts.
Many times, spirits appear, and this is a part of life after death that I would love to have solved, because I think it kind of makes us all a little nervous.
It sometimes appears as though a spirit, or an echo of a spirit, if you will, remains continually setting off alarms or, you know, people getting a glimpse of the same thing again and again and again, like a terrible tape loop.
So I appreciate your call, and we'll continue with ghost stories.
I've got a number that have been sent in to me, and I'll kind of pepper the program with those.
But otherwise, we're depending on all of you, non-cell phone people, to call in.
Ghost to ghost AM, actually.
Unscreened calls.
We're just picking them up as we get them tonight.
But we do have some rules.
One story per caller.
Please, folks, don't use cell phones.
The last caller was an example of why I'm making that request.
For a story to be good, you've got to be able to understand it, right?
And please, only, if you will, the very scariest of stories.
In fact, if it didn't scare you, it probably won't scare us.
Those are the numbers.
Love to hear from you, and we will continue in a moment.
Dear Art, this is not going to be the scariest story on tonight, but I guarantee every word of it is true.
I'm a retired police officer.
I've never had a supernatural encounter, seen a UFO, but the following story is the closest I've come to a truly strange experience.
Around 1990, at nighttime, a robber held up a small Asian bar, which was tucked into a mostly industrial area of the city.
A solo patrol officer happened quickly upon the scene, confronted the robber, who was walking on foot in a nearby alley.
The robber turned, smiled, and quickly crouched and reached for his gun and his waistband.
In a classic one-on-one Western-style shootout, the type seen on TV but really actually experienced by most police officers, the solo patrolman kept his cool, killed the robber on the spot.
I was working that night, was on scene along with several other officers within minutes of the shooting.
I eventually left to handle other calls, but a short while thereafter I was dispatched to the hospital that a robber's body was taken to to do a follow-up report and secure evidence.
I was in the hospital room where the robber is lying dead, shirtless upon a bed.
His arms lay flat upon bed, palms up alongside his legs.
There was a hospital attendant in the room with me.
I had two plastic bags with which I was going to bag the dead suspect's hands for later GSR tests, stands for gunshot residue, to help determine that he had, in fact, fired a weapon.
Well, as I opened the first bag and leaned over him to bag his right hand, the dead man's arm lifted straight up in the air in a perfect 90-degree angle with his elbows still on the bed and his right hand now pointed toward the ceiling.
The attendant and I both gasped and stared at each other, and the attendant said something that you can't say on coast to coast.
Well, that's it, Art.
I won't embellish anything.
Nothing further happened.
Of course, it was a dead man's spasm, right?
But it was the only dead man's spasms, a spasm rather, I ever saw.
And the timing of it in that I was literally about to reach for the same hand was truly eerie.
Even for a police officer, I figured he was either trying to cooperate in the end or else he was going for one last desperate grab for his gun.
And he goes on to give me the names of those involved in the city, and I won't relate that.
I've got a cat story, cat-ghost story about a cat that passed away and basically said goodbye with the motion sensor light of the porch, you know, on the porch when I was in the city.
Yes, I was.
And it was crazy because it freaked me out in the beginning that the motion sensor was going off and there was no one around.
Various things appear to us, and I'm not sure if our brain makes the connection because it wants to make the connection because we want to be able to say goodbye.
We want to be able to say, I love you, or one last thing.
And so sometimes our brain makes that connection.
Sometimes, perhaps there is a little more to it.
East of Make That West of the Rockies, you're online.
Era, good morning.
unidentified
Good morning.
Hi.
Hi.
My name is Candy, and I'm calling from Sacramento.
I haven't told many people this throughout my lifetime.
I'm 36 now.
And I remember the weather was hot, so it must have been around June or August in the summer months from school.
And I was in the sixth grade.
And the family was on vacation and at home.
I didn't go with them wherever they went to.
I can't remember that now.
But grandpa stayed with me.
And he was in the living room, and I was coloring at the dining room table.
And I had one of these old organs in my room.
And down the hallway, I could hear this Music coming from the organ, and I knew I didn't leave it on, and it didn't play by itself, and it was beautiful yet eerie.
And I kept coloring, and I thought, well, it's going to end anytime soon, but it kept going, and I kept more curious about it.
So when I went down the hallway, there was this chill in the air.
And Grandpa had told me a couple of months previously that if I were to experience anything scary, just to call on the name of Jesus and everything would be all right.
And I was getting scared by the moment I kept walking up the hallway to my room, and I called on the name of Jesus, but it didn't go away.
I can actually hear the fear in your voice as you're telling this.
unidentified
I've been listening since 1998 to you and George Norrie, and this is the first time that I've ever been able to get onto the radio to tell my experience.
No, when I turned into the doorway real fast-like, there was this thing that I can't describe to anybody, but I could have drawn pictures of it to okay, we'll try.
When I was a kid in freshman in high school and got to run around with other kids on Friday and Saturday nights dragging the main and stuff, one of the guys, older guys, says, you know, have you guys been out to the cemetery?
He says, the damnedest thing, he says, we was out there a couple weeks ago with our girlfriends, because sometimes we go out there and they find a place and they park and make out what are girlfriends.
He says, we got out and he says, we went up to, and he said, there's this one girl that had this enormous upright headstone that was taller than we were.
And the girl said to us, he says, I didn't know we were by this one.
She says, let's go back to the car.
He says, well, why?
He says, because it's haunted.
He says, what do you mean?
She says, if you stay, there's an old man buried there.
And he says, if you walk up and you stand at the foot at totally on the stroke of midnight and say, Hey, old man, what are you doing there?
He'll answer you back and he'll say, Nothing at all.
Anyway, uh, we said to our friend, No, we'd never heard about it, so he drove us out there and let it go for it because we were just kind of really nervous.
And we did, we walked up stroke of midnight and stood like you said, and straight as heck, the old man asked me and he said, Nothing at all.
You know, I don't think anybody, any one of us, want to think that we just sort of hang around in the place where our body is returning to the earth slowly, year by year, and do the same thing over and over again.
In other words, something was taking all the energy, at least temporarily, from whatever you brought in that had it.
unidentified
Yes, there it was.
And our little base camp that we had set up, we had a cook and everything.
The first night there, our equipment of personal equipment we found in trees and scattered all over the place, so we thought it might have been animals or something.
Second night, the cook, he came out the next morning.
He was mad because everything, well, around the camp cook area was just scattered all over the place.
When we started excavating, we started finding human remains.
Well, that brought the Native American in to monitor this area.
Usually archaeologists or anybody else are prohibited from digging in areas of that kind, aren't they?
unidentified
It depends on what they're going to do.
If they're going to put a free wave through or if they're digging like a pipeline, you know, they've got to remove the remains or they try to reroute it.
Well, the elder got a hold of a spiritualist, not a shaman, but a spiritualist.
And he told us if we wanted to come and go into a sweat lodge, we could sweat out and do some incantations that he had done.
And then once we'd done that, he gave us each piece of ribbon, a colored cloth, and he told us to carry one piece with us and tie one piece onto our tents.
Those that went, nothing happened.
Those that didn't, everything happened over again.
In other words, things scattered, things going off, got it.
Well, once again, I don't think I would go digging in such an area.
And usually, as I mentioned, once you begin discovering Native American artifacts, they stop you from digging almost immediately and for a very good reason.
First time caller line, you're on the air.
unidentified
Good morning, Art.
I just wanted to fill you in on a story that I was lucky enough to experience myself.
The one in which the man was crushed by the train was Homicide Life on the Street.
So that was a few years yet earlier, but it was still an incredible episode.
I wonder how many of you remember that.
This is Ghost to Ghost AM.
Now, listen, everybody, unscreen calls.
We're not screening the calls at all, so it's up to you.
They've got to be good stories.
The show will only be as good as your stories.
One story per customer.
Please try to use anything but a cell phone.
And I still have yet to tectonic a few cell phones.
So please, if you can, get to a corded phone.
Only the scariest stories need apply.
We'll be right back.
The following is from Bill in Rockford, Illinois.
There's a house here in north central Illinois known to the locals simply as the Penfield Place.
The house's eerie legacy began back around the turn of the century when a kitchen fire took the lives of two small children and a servant.
Next, an undertaker took up residence, whose wife fell headlong down the main staircase there, breaking her back and her neck, killing her instantly.
The funeral director's body was discovered a few months later in his own backyard, swaying from the branches of a maple tree where he had hanged himself in despair.
Then the real tragedy commenced.
A newlywed couple by the name of Penfield bought the place, moved in, and one night, not long after, the young bride, Mara Penfield, went missing.
The jealous husband was always suspected in her disappearance, but nothing ever came of it not until a decade later in the 1940s, when 17-year-old Mara Penfield was finally found again.
Her sad remains were unearthed by some workmen in the backyard of her former home buried beneath that infamous maple.
She'd been stabbed, rolled up inside an oriental carpet, appendages dismembered, and removed to only God and the killer knows where.
Her missing limbs were never found.
After that, the house went really bad.
Future tenants would experience a frightening presence there, one which loomed over them as they slept and circled the bed, sometimes even touching their extremities inquisitively.
A soft voice could be heard whispering, am I dead?
And once an abomination was witnessed by a group of New Year's Eve revelers, a hideous shape crawling across the second floor stair landing in the darkness as if searching blind for something.
When somebody let out a scream, the form raised up suddenly and glided away, nightmarish and black with no face to speak of.
The large dwelling eventually fell victim to neglect and was converted into a tenement room and boarding, but I can distinctly remember once in the 1970s when a young expectant mother living there broke out in a high fever one night and miscarried inside that same shuttered house,
giving birth afterward to a stillborn boy at a nearby hospital, a stillborn baby boy, extremely misshapen and underdeveloped, no legs, no arms, the rambling old Penfield place still stands today, decaying and in ruins, a monument to all our very worst fears as human beings.
And I've seen this in other stories before about possession and different things like this.
The plant was shaped by itself.
Oh, boy.
And my mother was a very smart woman.
You know, she wasn't given to delusions or anything like that.
And she started telling me all this stuff.
And I said, well, I think we need to get rid of this doll.
I don't know what's wrong with it, but I think I'm going to try to get in touch with Ed and Lorraine Warren and try to see if there's something wrong with this doll.
I've had, and I won't go into details, but I've had a few cursed things like dolls sent to me.
And some pretty strange stuff happened.
People come into the possession of something like what she was just talking about, that doll, and they don't know what to do with it.
And so they end up in the old days when I was doing a five-day, six-day-a-week show, they'd send them to me, and they would tell me this, whatever it is, I won't go into what it was, is cursed.
Well, mistakenly, I did keep something for a few days, and what a mistake that was.
This happened many, many years ago, and I hate to say it, but a friend of mine and I were using a Ouija board.
And I have since learned not to use Ouija boards, but this was before I knew better.
And we were talking to various spirits.
And we eventually got an evil spirit that came on.
So we decided, okay, let's get rid of the evil spirit.
And that was enough for the night.
And it kind of freaked us out a little bit.
And the evil spirit was basically saying how she wanted to kill my friend, and she was going to get my friend and all this kind of stuff.
So before I left my friend's apartment where we were doing the Ouija board, I had told her, well, you know, I don't know much about this stuff, but I'll try and help you however where I can to, you know, prevent you from being killed.
So I left her apartment to go home, and it was around 2 in the morning at that time.
And I'd taken maybe about 10 steps out of her apartment.
And, you know, it was pitch black.
No one was up, completely quiet.
And all of a sudden, I heard something.
It was like someone stood right next to me and screamed in my ear.
And what it said was, don't help her, you jerk.
Don't help her, you jerk.
So, of course, that totally freaked me out.
So I ran back to my friend's apartment, and I'm like, help, let me in.
Sure.
So she calmed me down a little bit.
We kind of talked about it.
And what she said was, is that she was going to send her guardian angel home with me to kind of protect me because now we thought this thing might be after me.
So I kind of poo-pooed it.
I was like, yeah, right, her guardian angel.
But, you know, I figured, you know, why not?
Because I didn't really know too much about it and didn't know if I believed or not.
But it was getting late, so I eventually go back up to my car And I'm starting to drive home, and I'm driving along on the freeway.
Then, all of a sudden, as I'm driving along, bam, right in the passenger seat of my car, this man appeared.
That's not exactly a ghost story, although there's a little bit of terror certainly involved in it.
JC.
This is Ghost to Ghost AM.
We'll be right back.
Fascinating.
How many stories I get from police officers, ER nurses, and doctors, but they don't ever want to be named, or rarely.
I protect them anyway.
Matt from Plainfield, Illinois says, this is just a fast blast.
I used to be a narcotics detective.
One night I was called to the scene of a drug-related murder.
When I arrived, I saw a man standing over the dead body telling him to get up.
Long story short, it was the dead man yelling at his own corpse.
We'll be right back.
You know, even though what we're doing tonight are ghost stories, this is really all about whether there is some kind of existence after physical death, right?
Barbara says, not that scary, but this is the reason I believe our spirits go on after we leave our physical bodies.
In 2000, my ex-wife and I were expecting our youngest son.
I was in the Navy at the time.
We lived in San Diego.
I was on a six-week exercise in Hawaii when I got a sudden Red Cross message that I needed to get home.
My ex-wife had to have emergency surgery, and there was a very good chance she'd lose the baby at five months.
I was able to get emergency leave and a plane ticket, made it to the hospital 21 hours later, just before she went in.
The surgery went fine, though there were a few touchy moments, and we went home a few days later.
Over the next couple of months, my ex began talking in her sleep.
The conversations always sounded friendly, though I could never make out quite what was said.
She'd never talked in her sleep before and didn't say anything about having strange dreams, so I left it alone.
She was put on bedrest, and we were at the doctor's office about twice a week.
I was worried and prayed every night for my son to be healthy.
My ex went into labor, and it was a problem, and then another problem, and a problem after that.
There were issues with the pain medication they'd put her on, problems with monitoring equipment, you name it, it happened.
When my son was born, he didn't have a heartbeat, wasn't breathing, and was a light blue color.
I think every doctor in the hospital that night was in the room, and I can't say enough good things about them.
They placed my son on a cart and ran out of the room.
There were people taking care of my ex, trying to make sure she was going to make it, so I went to find my son.
I was not familiar with the area, that area of the hospital, and there wasn't anybody around to ask because everybody was trying to either care for my ex or my son.
I heard someone call my name on my right side, so assuming it was a doctor, I went towards the sound.
Then another voice called my name from down the hall.
I'm running down the hall, and the word here filled my head.
I really can't describe it.
I looked, and there was my son being worked on.
I walked into the room.
The doctor looked at me.
He had this look on his face, and I just know it wasn't good.
The nurses just looked at me.
I began to cry because I knew my son was dead.
Now, this is where it all gets a little strange.
I noticed some movement out of the corner of my eye.
It was very fast, so I looked in that direction.
There wasn't anything there.
I walked over to where the little baby was and was going to touch him, my hand an inch over his chest.
The doctors were doing whatever they were doing a little away from me.
They'd totally given up.
Then out of the blue, my son starts slightly moving and lets out this huge, strong cry.
Of course, I jumped a little.
I lost my balance and began to fall backward.
I turned a little, trying to right myself and see the window.
Both of my grandmothers were there in the reflection, smiling.
And it looked as if they were staring at the table, smiling at my little boy.
After that, he did have a few medical problems, a couple of surgeries to fix a few things.
Now, a healthy seven-year-old.
The only thing about him is, well, that's strange, he talks from time to time about angels that he sees at night.
He says that sometimes they're old ladies, sometimes they're mommy's age, but he says they always look kind of the same.
I did find a picture of one of my grandmothers a couple of years ago, and he pointed to it right away and said, granny.
So I'm sure they came to help.
That's our story.
Happy Halloween.
East of the Rockies, you are on the air.
Good morning.
unidentified
Mark.
Yes.
This is Wayne from Pennsylvania.
And my dad, he had 16 brothers and five sisters.
And he was the 77th son.
And one time he bought me a box of cracker jacks with a toy in it.
Okay, we were down in one of the graveyards down there.
And so we were there for about an hour, and we were just about to leave, and my boyfriend goes, well, why don't you try just to ask a couple more questions before we leave?
So anyways, we asked a couple more questions, and then my friend, for some reason, goes, oh, I wonder if somebody's going to come home with us.
And I'm like, that's not even funny.
Don't even joke about that, right?
So then we get into the car, and I'm like, well, let's listen to what we've got, right?
See if we have anything.
So we're driving back.
We get to the part on the tape, or I wasn't in tape because it was digital.
But we get to that part where she says that.
And clear as day, you hear on it, go home.
And we don't know who it was.
It wasn't like any of us saying it, but as clear as day, you could hear somebody say, go home.
Well, we only have time for one, so give us your best.
unidentified
Okay, let me think about it.
Well, I just moved recently to Washington State, and two separate incidents of a very similar kind of event.
I was laying in bed, and I stopped by someone walking towards me, and I was a what?
I looked up, nothing was there.
Laid back down, and then I felt something getting close to me again.
I was trying to ignore it, and nobody was in the room except for me.
And I felt something like lean on me, like kind of on my chest, and then something screamed into my right ear, just like screamed.
And then a separate incident, which is the same kind of thing, felt the same kind of pressure on me, and I something screamed in my right ear the second time, but it said, save me.
Oh, I, strange enough, I wasn't really, really that scared because I've had some other experiences before, but I tried just to go back to bed.
Well, the first one, I actually jumped out of bed and I said, okay, I better get in the shower and wake up.
The second one, I just, it was actually right before I went to sleep, and I just was like, okay, I'm going to ignore this, put the cover over my heads, and go back to bed.
So didn't you feel compelled to get up, investigate, and try to help somebody?
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Well, I mean, I honestly, when I first, the one when I heard something yell, save me, it was really only in my right ear, and I felt like something, it felt like something's leaning on your chest.
Originally, I thought my boyfriend was breathing right next to me, and I thought, well, maybe his psychic energy, at first I thought maybe his psychic energy was telling me something, I don't know, but a tree fell down behind our house maybe around that time, and he said maybe the tree was trying to say, save me, I don't know.
But I had to go to sleep, I had to go to work the next day, so I was like, okay, I'm kind of scared, so I'm just going to try to just go to sleep.
But it freaked me out.
I mean, the first tell one happened, like I said, I jumped out of bed and I thought, whatever it is, is trying to tell me to get, it's like trying to get me out of bed.
It's like, don't sleep anymore.
It was like saying, you better get out of bed and start the day.
And, you know, it seemed to be around this time, actually, probably beginning of November.
And, well, there's a place there called Valley Station, Kentucky.
And I was going to school, and I kind of ran a lot when I was younger.
And so I was kind of jogging.
And I was new to the area at the time.
I just moved there.
And what happened was I decided to take a shortcut.
And from this experience, it is ill-advised.
And I took the shortcut to get to school, you know, on time, you know, a little bit earlier to not get in trouble.
So I'm jogging up this hill, and I pass this golf course, and I get to the end of the top of this hill, and it is a place called Waverly Hill Sanatorium.
And of course, everybody's heard of it now.
But at the time, I had no idea, you know, of the actual experiences there.
But, you know, I was jogging and had my headphones on and decided, you know, at the time that place was abandoned around 1993.
And so I'm jogging through this place because the gate is usually, you know, it's left open.
And so I'm jogging through and I get, I don't know, heading west towards what's known as Dixie Highway.
And I get to the, you know, top of the hill and I pass the actual hospital and I'm listening to my headphones and my music's blaring and I head past the hospital and get to the behind of it, to the west side of it.
To the right of me was a strange shed and to the left of me was another kind of strange angled down shed looking thing.
I'm not sure to this day I've never been there other than this time.
So actually what happened was I had stopped and to take a break and my, you know, so I'd stopped and I decided to turn off my headphones and when I did there was these strange sounds of voices and it seemed like hundreds of them all around me at the time but I had no idea that this place was supposedly haunted and I'm not very easily scared.
So I had you know I turned around and said, you know, shut up.
And right at that instance, there was no more voices and every, you know, all the voices had shut up all at once.
I said, you know, it's kind of odd.
And I looked to my right of me at this shed and in the window is this black shadow-like figure that many people see with the red eyes.
And it just seemed to look at me with an eerie look and I got scared.
And I started running down the other side of the hill to the back side of the hospital as fast as I could.
And I was running and running.
I had a feeling, you know, like just things were around me.
I got to the bottom of the hill toward these railroad tracks.
And what seemed to appear out of nowhere was a man and his dog.
And this dog came running up to me and it was a Rottweiler, a large Rottweiler.
I was getting scared and I told the man, you know, hey, does your dog bite?
And the man never answered.
It was a man in a trench coat, a large man with a long beard.
And I repeatedly said, hey, does your dog bite?
Does your dog bite?
And he says, he never says anything until the dog comes up to me and just seems to barely nudge my pant leg and looks over at the man.
And then the man, you know, says something.
He says, who are you?
You know, I say my name, you know, Mike, you know, and I just got here from Chicago.
I thought, actually, that I was walking through a marijuana field and a guy was getting mad.
So, you know, that happens a lot in Kentucky.
And so I'm thinking, you know, I better keep it cool.
You know, he's going to get this dog on me.
And so I say, hey, you know, I'm just late for school.
Micah, what do you think happens to you after you die?
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I'm really not sure, but I think that there probably is a heaven and hell because, you know, I don't see why a book like the Bible would survive for so many years.
If it didn't scare you, it's very unlikely to scare us.
Back with more in a moment.
Remember, turn your radio off right away when I pick up.
Here's a ghost story from an emergency room in Arizona.
Art, I'm an X-ray technician who was working at an Arizona hospital back in the winter of 2006.
My work hours at the time, 7 p.m. to 7 a.m. graveyard shift, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.
On a Saturday morning, around 1 or 2 in the morning, the ER called to tell my partner that an ambulance was enrolled with a 50 to 60-year-old male patient that was non-responsive with a thready pulse.
We were to stand by and be ready to do a portable chest x-ray post-trachea intubation.
When the time came, my partner went to do this portable x-ray, leaving me alone in the x-ray control room not more than four or five minutes after, after he had left an older white male dressed in faded blue jeans and a stained white t-shirt, came to the door of the control room.
Now, this is a difficult task because you need an electronic card key to access the area at this time of night.
So I looked up from my paperwork, noticed this man, and asked, sir, can I help you?
He seemed to be looking for something or someone, but didn't answer.
I asked again, sir, can I help you?
Are you looking for someone?
Are you lost?
This time, he raised his bright blue eyes in my direction and seemed to look right through me.
The man said, No, son, I think I've found my way.
He gave me a sad smile, shook his head, and moved from the doorway toward the direction of the ER.
So I got up and went to the open door and looked down the long hallway, didn't see anyone.
I then checked the adjoining hallways, the two x-ray suites, even our file room, no trace of anybody.
Being a little confused, I went back down the hall to the ER department to check on my coworker's progress, shaking my head the whole way.
When I finally got to the nurse's desk, I asked an RN friend if she'd seen the man I described.
She gave me a funny look, said he was in trauma room one, where my partner was supposed to be performing the emergency chest x-ray.
I went to the trauma room door, walked in, just in time to see the physician declare the time of death on the man I saw in the x-ray control room not more than 15 minutes prior.
Needless to say, I must have looked like the one who was white as a ghost.
Well, one of the things that people with knowledge how to release demons or entities recommended blessing each room with holy water.
And then they said a lot of times there might be a new toy or something that you've brought in the home because these entities like to hide in Objects.
There was one particular teddy bear that was fairly new and it was handmade that was a gift to my daughter.
And I never felt comfortable with this teddy bear.
So my husband, when I had mentioned that to him, he instantly grabbed the teddy bear, threw it in the fireplace.
Can you imagine that, having a dual dream about your daughter raising up out of the bed and being slammed to the floor and then going in the other room and finding her, albeit asleep, on the floor?
My family owned a funeral home, and I actually really didn't think of it as a ghost story until I thought about it, but I really didn't believe in ghosts.
And about three years into my career, done plenty of removals, went to plenty of hospitals, been in plenty of morgues, been in plenty of homes.
But there's one peculiar situation came up where we were actually contracted, hired, to remove a man from a hospital who was being frozen, cryonics.
I don't know how familiar you are with that.
And yeah, so I was on death watch that night.
He was actually close to death for three days.
And it was just a matter of waiting for him to take his last breath for the doctor to actually pronounce him.
And then they give him the lethal shot of arbituates and hook him up to a respirator, a heart-lung respirator, which actually pounds on his chest.
Well, we did that, and not even thinking anything of it.
I mean, I'm thinking the same thing, but I'm not really thinking this until about what I'm about to tell you actually happens.
Anyways, I put him in the car.
He's in the green.
We're in the station wagon.
The machine's pumping in the back, and I turn on the radio, and I'm just driving along.
All of a sudden, in my mind, I hear kind of a moan.
And I look in the rearview mirror, and I shook my head, I said, no.
And then again, I heard this, where are we going?
And I look in the review mirror, and it was kind of like a ghostly image, but it was like, I turn around, and it's not there, but I see him actually sit up.
And I turned around and I shook my head, I said, no.
I said, this is my head.
And I turned the radio up.
And as I turned the radio up, it got louder.
Where are we going?
And I pulled the car over.
I put it in park.
And I turned the radio off.
I said, you've got to be kidding me.
Like, right.
And no, I said it out loud.
I said, you have got to be kidding me.
I said, I've been doing this for three years.
And I said, I do one thing that is different.
And can you hear me talking?
He goes, yeah, where are we going?
I said, well, we're going to the funeral home.
He goes, no, we're not supposed to go to the funeral home.
I said, where are we supposed to go?
He goes, I'm supposed to just wake up and be well again.
I said, wow.
I said, this is wrong what we're doing.
He goes, well, what have I done?
And I explained it to him.
Actually, I'm sitting there in the car talking about it.
If you're having that kind of conversation with somebody.
Anyway, you go ahead, sir.
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No, I know it wasn't with him in his physical body, though.
Because in the mirror, I could see him sit up and I can visually kind of see him.
But when I turned around, the machine's just going.
But the weird thing was I didn't feel fear.
As I look back, I said, I should have been running out of the car screaming and yelling.
But this guy, and I knew this guy was, he was stuck because he realized, and I realized, I felt horrible because we got paid a lot of money just to put this machine on this guy and then bring him back to the funeral home, pack him in ice, and put him in an ambulance to be put into nitrogen.
And the thing is, is I actually had to coerce him to go, because he was going to stay.
He was going to stay in the funeral home.
And my dad, I really haven't told this story to anybody, but my dad asked me, he goes, what's wrong with you?
I said, what we did tonight was wrong.
I said, this man is, what he's expecting of this cryonics is not, I know for sure is not going to work.
And how you kept your cool through that, I'll never know.
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It was strange because I didn't, in my mind, and throughout my career, I had actually put it out of my mind.
I said, you know what, there's got to be no such thing as ghosts because I deal with bodies every day, fresh death and situations, and I've never, ever, anything.
And that's when I heard him say, where are we going?
And I saw him sit up in the review mirror, I pulled over and I said, you've got to be kidding me.
You know, maybe there's something different about the expectation of a spirit that was, well, frankly, expecting to wake up in good health.
In other words, he was expecting to be cryonically frozen and to wake up one day in the far future healthy and probably wealthy if he had good investments.
But instead, he woke up on the way to the cryonics lab neither here nor there.
Art, in the mid-90s, we sold our rural home, moved into a small town of about 6,000 people.
We rented a quaint little house located beside a small church and graveyard in the center of town.
We moved in one week before Halloween.
Our four children were eager to decorate for the occasion and decked out the house and yard, including headstones on the lawn and a hangman's noose, which was suspended from a large willow tree beside the front door, including a very realistic dead man.
We bought tons of goodies in anticipation of the throngs of ghouls that would visit that night.
Halloween Eve came and went without one ghoul racing our door, even though we observed dozens of them greedily shuffling from door to door across the street.
By midnight, we were feeling a bit rejected, very rejected, turned in for the night, only to be awakened by a blood-curdling scream coming from downstairs.
I rushed to the stairs to find our 11-year-old daughter trembling in fear, and staring up at something, I glanced up to see a hangman's noose suspended from seemingly nothing.
It hung there a few seconds and then fell to the stairs, totally freaking us all out.
Needless to say, no one got any sleep that night.
The next day, I found what everyone else obviously already knew.
Apparently, we were living in the old church rectory in which a former pastor of the neighboring church had hung himself.
That's from Eileen in Alberta, Canada.
So, as you can readily see, whether it be a layman or a priest, if the death comes in an unseemly Way, a suicide, or in some unexpected, quick way, perhaps a body to be frozen forevermore and then awakened one day, healthy, wealthy, if not wise.
Look out, folks.
Isn't it fascinating?
We all hope or even pray that there's a life after this one.
And yet, we don't seem all that thrilled when we hear or see evidence of it.
Has that ever occurred to you?
We'll be right back.
The following is from Elizabeth in Morris Plains, New Jersey.
My mother and I had to stay with my grandparents during World War II.
My father was drafted when I was nine months old, and he didn't come home until I was just about five.
My grandfather owned and he managed a funeral home on the first floor of a very large Victorian mansion.
Mom and I lived on the third floor, along with an aunt and an uncle who was in the Air Force stationed locally so we could come home for the weekends.
My grandparents' apartment was the entire second floor along with my youngest aunt.
Grandpa told me when I was very young that, quote, these people are nice folks.
They wouldn't hurt you.
They wouldn't have hurt you when you were alive, and they won't do so now.
I said, okay.
And I was confident he told me the truth, at least until I was about 11.
I made the usual walk through the casket showroom where an older man was getting readied for his family's visit.
I found all the hair on my head and body standing straight up, and I just knew that man was staring at me.
I did a bit of whistling as I dashed out of the room and tore up the stairs to the safety of my grandmother.
That night, I awoke in the very early morning hours, and there he was, standing at the foot of my bed, staring right at me.
I took a deep breath and slowly pulled the covers over my head.
I did not go to sleep.
My ears were on super sensitive settings all night, waiting for him to make his move.
It was completely terrifying.
I could barely breathe and my heart was pounding.
His funeral was held at 10 o'clock in the morning, and they finally dragged his sorry ass to the cemetery.
I have never in my life been so terrified.
Now I'm 64 years of age.
I've always wondered what his problem was.
I've got a theory he was a child molester who couldn't figure out how to work with his new situation, death.
I hope he stays planted.
My second floor bed was directly above his first floor casket.
I would never again, never agree to sleep over another soul who had passed over.
My name is Jessica, and I am from Victoria, BC, Canada originally.
And my story is about there.
A couple years ago, I was going to art school and had a part-time job at a grocery store.
And a part of our art lessons were to go out into various parts of Victoria and like draw buildings and such things like that.
So one field trip we had, we went to a grave site and we started drawing, you know, tombstones and stuff.
So I remember I sat down, sorry, I'm a little nervous anyways.
I sat down and I started drawing this tombstone and this lady, it was the lady's name on there.
Anyways, I started drawing it and that's not the whole story.
But a couple weeks later, I'm working at the grocery store and I worked, I was pretty much the only one there.
It was a really small grocery store.
And I'm sitting there with another cashier and in walks this lady and I can't see her because I have my back to the door.
But the other cashier that I was working with, like, we're talking, blah, blah, and she looks at me like she was so freaked out.
So I turn around and I look and I see this weird lady with this long black dress on.
I'm not, I'm totally not lying.
She was wearing this long black dress, long, straggly hair, gross-looking skin, like gray, grayish tones.
And like I'm an artist, so I can tell like people's skin tones.
Anyways, she freaked me out so much.
That was not what regular people looked like.
So I screamed and ran away.
That was like my first instinct was to just scream and run away.
I couldn't believe it.
And once I realized that I had screamed and ran away from this lady that I'm supposed to help, like I'm in a grocery store, I realize this, I went back and said, I composed myself and I said, um, can I help you?
And she's like, I don't know where I am, like, in this really creepy voice.
So I was like, so froze up by this lady.
I looked at her and I was really close and her eyes looked like they were just held up by toothsticks, like it was like bugging out of her face.
And I said, you don't know where you are.
Let me call you a cab.
So I said, what's your name?
And she said, it's Elizabeth.
And just a couple weeks earlier, when I was drawing this tombstone, I remember what the name of that lady was.
And there were fresh flowers there.
And it looked like it was a fairly fresh grave.
And that name was Elizabeth.
And I was so freaked out by this lady.
Like, she did not look like she was walking.
She looked like she was floating.
Like, she had no footsteps at all.
And just, like, shook me out so much.
And it's been like five years, and I still get creeped out when I think about her.
Maybe by drawing that tombstone, you essentially called Elizabeth.
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I have no idea, but I do know that Victoria, where I'm from in Canada, in the whole Pacific Northwest up there is really, really big on witchcraft.
And like, I don't know if I had just seen, you know, that parallel between the living and the dead, but that person that I saw that like hovered at me was not human.
And I don't really tell that story very much because like, you know, obviously I don't think people are going to take me seriously, but my first instinct, and I heard you were talking about this earlier, Art, was to scream and run.
This is what I did.
And I don't do that with people who are living and alive, you know?
You know, if something like that happened to me, if an obviously dead person was in front of me, floating in front of me with gray skin, eyes that just didn't look human, alive human.
And so this strange voice from downstairs is, and then I start hearing the stairs sleep.
And slowly something's coming up the stairs.
So I'm not freaking out.
You know, my baby's doors are shut and I can still hear this.
And this is because somewhere into my proximity, I don't ever see it manifest, but my skin is falling.
I feel like a chaute dog.
And my hair is standing on end.
And all I can do from my background is I'm thinking.
So I start playing.
And after a few minutes, it seems to have left, but I'm still like totally freaking out and so forth.
But to get to the end of the story, this house, I had no idea, was haunted because this entity evidently had something to do with an incident there in Atlanta, Georgia, where a minister at Straightway's Church had a gay lover, and he killed the lover in the basement of his house.
So there was some really strange energy going around, and I got the experience that what was left over.
I had met her in high school, and for a while, I went on a road, and when I came back, I met up with her again, and her father passed away, and like most of her family members, I guess, he had his mind donated to medical science.
And two years after we got married and moved into this house here, I have a dream.
And in the dream, we're in the cemetery.
And I don't know how I knew it was their dad, because I really don't have a lot of recollection about what he looked like or sounded like, but I knew it was him.
And I asked, what are you doing here?
And he says, I'm looking for my body.
That's when I woke up.
And when I woke up, I was even more scared because I couldn't move.
And I barely was able to call up my wife's name twice.
And the next morning, I was kind of miffed at her because she didn't answer me.
And I was staying with my grandmother for one day a week.
She was about 87, 88 years old.
And would take her to church one day a week, and everyone in the family would volunteer one day.
So that night, I'm sleeping in my uncle's bed.
This was the heir apparent to my grandmother's estate who died prematurely.
He was going to inherit a great deal of money.
And unfortunately, he Died at the 50-minute pneumonia.
I'm laying in his bed in my grandmother's home, and I was very emotional because I really missed this man.
He treated me like his son.
And I said a little prayer.
I said, Uncle, I miss you with all my heart, and I would give anything to have you back again.
And as I was falling asleep in this dark room, all of a sudden the light, a great light engulfed the room where the light permeated my eyes, even though they were closed.
It's like the sun had come into the room.
And simultaneously, the sound of chimes or a ringing sound of loud teeth or chimes suddenly became apparent.
And I was terrified, absolutely terrified.
I had never been so scared in all my life.
Possibly in Vietnam was the only other time.
And I opened up my eyes for a split second, and there's a piece of paper floating in the air.
And I said, oh my God, I said, I know I'm not imagining this.
This is real.
And I jumped out of the bed, ran out of the bed to the next room, turned on the light, and my heart is jumping up and down.
And my grandmother comes hobbling from her bedroom with a cane and says, Andrew, Andrew, what's wrong?
And I said, Grandma, I just had a terrifying dream.
She said, turn the light on and sleep with the light on.
It's going to be okay.
So I go back to the room.
On the floor is a piece of paper.
And on the paper is handwriting that I asked several of my aunts and uncles, and they said it was my uncle's handwriting.
But anyway, we decided to get a Ouija board and scare our friends.
So I had quite a good memory.
I remembered pretty near every number I've ever dialed on a phone back then.
And so my brother was going to make the noises, the ghost noises, and I was going to recall these numbers to prove that the Ouija board would work.
So we had quite a few skeptics in the room, you know, being teenagers and what.
And, you know, they asked the question, well, what's the phone number for the theater?
Of course, I knew it from memory, dramatically moved the Ouija board around with my friends and came up with the right numbers.
And the head skeptic, Jim, had a phone book there.
He was verifying the numbers.
And I had to stretch my mind quite a few times remembering things like the grocery store, et cetera, et cetera.
But I got them all right.
And my brother, he would slip off in the other room and would make some different types of noises.
And I'm telling you, I really had to choke back the laughter a few times because I'd look at people's faces and they were as white as ghosts because they would hear the combination of hearing the noise he was making and my numbers that I was getting.
Well, anyways, we heard a blood-curdling scream.
And we jumped up.
I jumped up.
I couldn't believe my brother made that noise.
We rushed in, and here my brother was speechless.
And I was very shocked.
You know, I couldn't figure out what had happened.
And I gave him a wink, and he gave me a wink back, and everything seemed to be okay.
He joined us back in the room, took the phone book, and I did another number.
Well, this time, Jim, the skeptic, asked me a number that I had no way of knowing, a women's lingerie shop that was local to the town here.
Actually, Into the hours just after in some time zones.
Good morning, Ghost Ghost underway.
One story per customer.
One, folks, make it your best.
And if it doesn't scare you, it probably won't scare us.
And if at all possible, please do not use a cell phone.
They're just too difficult to understand, and you miss certain little parts.
At any rate, in a moment, back to Ghost to Ghost AM.
The following is from Joan in Ferndale, Washington.
During the 80s, I worked for a university in the Department of Journalism that had offices in an old Victorian house located off campus, a beautiful old structure with three floors and a widow's walk overlooking the bay.
It was during the summer, and the faculty was gone, and I was left alone attending to the routine of the office.
At first, I noticed a child crying, but upon checking found no one.
However, the desperate sound would continue over the summer, often interrupting my work.
My office was located on the second floor in what used to be a bedroom, down a long hall with a fladian window at the head of the stairs.
It became increasingly difficult to mount the stairs, pass the window, and go to my office, as I had to pass through an atmosphere that was chillingly cold and somehow thick.
On the third floor was what used to be a servant's quarters, but were now used for storage.
I had the keys to all the rooms.
I was not able to open a door that was located at the end of the third floor hall, though I tried repeatedly.
My friend, who was intensely interested in all paranormal things, expressed an interest in investigating the old house.
That Saturday was gray and wet, thoroughly depressing, made even more so by the house.
We entered, went room to room, my friend feeling nothing until we reached the third floor.
Amazingly, she was able to unlock the door that I'd been unable to, and she did it with ease.
It swung open to reveal a room papered in a yellow floral hanging in tatters, ragged curtains at the window.
Upon the floor, in a thick layer of dust, was a child's tiny footprint.
My friend said, we've got to get out of the house now.
Taking a piece of the torn paper before I shut and lock the door, we left, fighting our way, fighting our way down the stairs through what appeared to be a whirling, cold vortex.
Hand over hand, gripping the banister, we forced our trembling feet step by step until we thankfully reached the lower hall.
A backward glance revealed three columns of a gray fog interspersed with pinpoints of light.
I was shaking so badly I could hardly insert the key and lock the old front door.
Later, my friend took a piece of the wallpaper to a psychic who informed her it had come from a nursery.
The child, a little boy, had fallen down the stairs and broken his neck.
His mother had gone insane with grief, had been locked away in the third floor by her husband, an abusive man.
The three continued to haunt the property.
Even though the house was torn down and the land turned into a parking lot, still, late at night, if you look carefully as you drive by, you can see a gray-blue light spiraling up from the pavements.
Well, when I was 17, I had gotten really, really sick.
And I was in bed.
My mom had covered me with a lot of blankets.
And when I woke up, I was, you know, all the blankets were over my head.
And I could feel somebody shaking me.
So I flipped the blankets off me.
And standing there was a man that had, I could, you know, I had a glowing orange, one of those electric heaters in the corner of my room.
Oh, yes.
And what I saw was I could see he had blonde hair, he had green eyes, he was wearing a plaid shirt, jeans, and when I got scared was because I saw that he was floating.
I guess if you get a warning like that, it means something.
It's hard to know, isn't it?
If somebody comes to you, you can imagine it's in a dream, and I suppose the first instinct is to believe, particularly after it's over for a while, your mind does that as kind of a protective measure.
Well, it was a dream.
But then, of course, when it comes true, next time you listen.
When I was, this 1965 story, when I was about five years old, my mom had to go work with my dad, who owned a pharmacy, and they were out late, and she called and said they were going to be very late.
So my older brothers and sisters were in charge of watching us.
And long story short, first thing that went wrong that night is we had a TV downstairs and one upstairs, and there was no table then or satellite TV.
The TV upstairs started broadcasting like 10 seconds after the one downstairs, which started freaking everybody out.
Yeah, and then by the time we had to go to bed, my older sisters, Susan and Cindy, they had the downstairs bedroom, we had the upstairs bedroom.
So all the boys upstairs started screaming because we saw a shadow man on the wall because we had a stereo that was turned down, but the light allowed you to see it.
My uncle passed away back in the early 70s, and we went to his funeral, and I was just about eight or nine years old, and I got a twin brother, and the whole family went down there.
My dad flies an airplane, so we flew down there to get to his funeral.
Before we went down there, my uncle said that he wanted to come up and visit our new house.
We just moved to a new house on the lake, and he never got to see it.
And he said, well, I'll be up there on that Thursday.
My uncle said that, but he passed away before he got a chance to come up to visit the house.
So we went down to the funeral and flew back up to Michigan.
And on that Thursday that he said he was going to be there, my brother and I, my twin, shared a bedroom.
And we had hardwood floors on the floor.
And we started hearing somebody walking on the floor.
And we're going, you know, I'm shaking.
My bed was on one side of the room, and his bed was on the other side of the room.
And we heard this walking on the floor.
I got scared.
I jumped over to my brother's bed and we were hugged up against the wall, you know, and we left the door open.
And all of a sudden we seen this figure come into the room.
And my uncle dressed real nice.
I mean, top hat, he was his car salesman, you know, and restaurant owner.
And he always dressed real nice.
And he wore glasses, you know, and he just were leaning, you know, up against the wall, shaking like leaves.
And you just couldn't believe the feeling that I had, you know, and we had.
Um, he he come he uh he was in our room and uh and uh he peeked in the door and looked looked over at my brother and I and uh and then he went downstairs and then all of a sudden a bunch of banging noises started going off downstairs in the kitchen.
And my dad came in.
He says, what the heck are you guys doing to my brother and I, you know?
He says, what are you guys doing?
We said, we ain't doing nothing.
We just saw Uncle.
And he believe you, I'm sure.
Yeah, well, my dad went down to investigate because my dad saw something going downstairs.
I wonder if there's a certain period of time after you die when you do have an opportunity to do something like that man obviously did.
He had intended to make that visit.
And I wonder if there is a certain period of time after you pass when you can accomplish or finish or send a message or cause a piece of paper to fly in the middle of the room or something so that somebody knows that you're on the other side.
I'm a Palm reader, and I was reading up in a little town just coming from Salt Lake City on the way to Yellowstone Park, and had a little lady come up, and I said, now in your right hand, if you've ever had a visit from a guardian spirit or an angel, it'll show in your hand.
She had a line that came writing when she was 17 years old.
And I said, here's a visit from a guardian angel at 17.
She says, no, no.
She says, my girlfriend saw my dead mother.
She says, my mother died when I was 12.
And she says, when we were 17, my dead mother appeared to my girlfriend in her bedroom.
She said, I wasn't there.
She said, I was coming home from a ball game.
I was a cheerleader.
And she said, I'd stopped at the shell station to get gas.
And she says, I ran into some motorcycle gang there.
And I was in kind of a nefarious position with the guys that kind of backed her into the alley.
And she says, but my mother, dead mother, appeared to my girlfriend in her bedroom.
And she says, the spirit spoke to her, and it says, go help Polly, Shell.
And so her girlfriend was there, and I looked in her hand, and gosh darn, she had a line right at the same place, age 17.
And the lady says, she says, my dad, she appeared to my dad, too.
And she says, and the father walked over and I looked in his hand and right there at age 39, he had a line going into his timeline.
And I said, what happened?
He said, it's 11 o'clock at night.
And I was sitting there reading the newspaper.
He says, I looked up on the wall.
There was a big, huge painting of my dead wife.
And he says, I swear those lips moved.
And he says, they said, go help Holly now.
Shell, the lady's name was Holly.
She says, go help Holly now.
And he says, it was the strangest thing.
And he says, his daughter walked in and saw the same thing.
He says, let's go.
They jumped in the car and took off for town.
They lived three miles out.
The girlfriend jumped in her car and she took off too.
And they all headed for town looking for Holly.
Well, they found Holly and the motorcycle gang was just about that close to raping that little girl.
And they saved her and brought her home.
Now, I said to the father, I said, well, what age were you when this Holly was born?
He says, well, I was 22 years old.
Well, 22 plus 17 is 39.
So the lines all matched up exactly when the dead mother appeared to the girlfriend and to the father, and the dead mother said, go help Holly Shell.
I wonder if there is a period of time, again, when you can get something done, get a message across, or perhaps help somebody.
If they're in some sort of desperate straits, as that girl obviously was, if that can really be done.
If it's significant enough, if it's a matter of life and death, maybe you can cross.
First time call our line, you're on the air.
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Hey, I was going to tell you a story about when I was young and foolish reading ghost stories.
My husband worked late, and I was reading this classic story about by one, by two, by three, about a man who had a group of friends who got together for a big meal every year, and always one was missing, and got down to two left.
And the subject came up, you know, what happened to our friends?
Well, we really don't know.
And so the guy asked him to go down to the cellar to get a bottle of wine.
And at that time, when we lived in a little 20-foot trailer, and it was about 12 o'clock at night, it was really late.
I was reading this book, and we lived in this little tin trailer, and it was out in an orchard where scary things happen sometimes.
And I was reading about this man whose friends visited him once a year, and they had all mysteriously begun to disappear.
And they were talking about, wonder what happened to old so-and-so.
And so it came time for wine, and the guy said, why don't you go down to the cellar and pick out a really good bottle of wine?
So this guy goes down in the cellar, and it's a winding staircase.
It's dark, it's gloomy, and he hears these hoofs, two pairs of hoofs.
And he looks up as he's going down, and he sees the devil himself with the red glowing eyes.
And of course, he knew what happened to his friends, and he slammed this great door between them.
And I was imagining this exchange of the screaming and the yelling going between them about that time, something fell on the top of this little tin roof of the trailer we lived in.
And it was a big thump.
And then I heard screaming and a scratch went all the way down the outside of the trailer.
Two cats were fighting, fell out of the tree and were trying to hang on to the tin, you know, scritched all the way down.
While I was laying there, I couldn't breathe.
I was so frightened.
I'd been so caught up into this story.
My husband came home.
I don't know how long I'd been there.
I was catatonic.
I was drooling with my eyes open, and he said, what in the world happened to you?
And I said, read this story.
He read it.
He said to me, first thing you do in the morning, get up and burn this book.
Okay, well, listen, we've got to hold it right there.
I appreciate the recall, and I do recall that story.
And so I guess the dream was sort of the end of that.
Well, Carteline, you're on the air.
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Hi, Art.
This is Robert.
Come from Willer.
How are you doing tonight?
Hey, Robert.
About 10 years ago, I was in my apartment, and I was reading a book.
Well, it was The Exorcist by William Peter Blatty.
And it was around midnight on a Saturday night.
And I had a collection of comic book action figures just Kind of lined up on a shelf, you know, like Superman and Batman and so on.
And one of them was Morbius, the living vampire, which is a good guy in the Marvel Comics storylines.
But he's a pretty sinister-looking character.
And they were way up on a shelf above a set of dresser drawers.
And so I'm reading the book, and it's midnight, and the room doesn't shake, a truck doesn't drive by, there wasn't like a gust of wind or anything.
But the Morbius figure, and only that figure, plopped off the shelf and landed into an open drawer of underwear.
At the time, it was funny.
You know, it's kind of weird, but I don't know if maybe somebody was, you know, like if the spirits were trying to say anything about me or trying to be funny.
But, you know, at the time at 12 in the morning, especially when you're reading The Exorcist, it's a little creepy.
This story isn't actually about me, but I worked as an EMT, and I had a partner whose grandmother lived in Waterbury, Connecticut.
And there was one room in her house where everybody in his family, if they ever slept in there, had horrible nightmares, could never sleep, always had a problem.
And his whole entire family kept saying they saw some guy walking around his grandmother's house.
He'd never seen it.
Whenever he stayed out of her house and stayed in that room, he got the best night's sleep of anywhere he ever slept.
It slept like a rock.
Well, one day he's at his house a few towns away, and he's sleeping.
And in his dream, he wakes up and he sees this man in turn of the turn-of-the-sentry clothing, like a long waistcoat, top hat.
And he's in his grandmother's house and sees this guy walking up the stairs to his grandmother's, upstairs to his grandmother's bedrooms.
She gets up and follows this guy.
And as soon as he gets to the top of the stairs, he hears this blood-curdling scream and it's just bright white light and he wakes up instantaneously.
Well, the next day he's talking to his family, and none of his family had ever told him what this guy looked like before, but for some reason his family starts talking about what this ghost in his grandmother's house looks like, and it turns out it looks exactly like this guy that he saw in his dream.
Top of that, his grandmother had her bedroom remodeled in this room that everybody always had problems in.
She had to stay in that room while her bedroom was being remodeled.
She stayed there for a couple months while her bedroom was being remodeled.
And she kept getting all these ailments while she was in that room, including at one point in time, she got that flesh-eating bacteria and was being treated and started to get better, and then she'd go sleeping in the room again, and it'd get worse again.
As soon as she moved back into her bedroom after it was remodeled, she never had any more problems.
Right now I'm just east of Dallas and Houston, actually.
And I thought, I know you hate cell phones, but this one's about a cat, and I know you'd enjoy this one.
I lived in a 31-foot Bose Arrow trailer, and I had a cat, lived by myself in Bellingham, Washington.
And I'd come home after work, and after locking my door, and the door would be open, and the cat would be out.
And this went on for days, and I'd go on for a weekend.
I'd come home, and I'll be darned if that door would be open, nothing would be missing or stolen, but the cat would be out.
So I figured, well, maybe that crazy cat is opening the door from the inside by getting up on the couch.
So I fixed it so it absolutely could not do that.
Well, I came home one night after work, and the door was closed.
So I was thrilled about that, you know, because nothing like coming home and finding your darn house open for the world to get into.
But the cat was gone.
And I was thinking, well, where in the world did that cat go?
Well, those old travel trailers, they have a rear bathroom.
And so you go to the bathroom, and there's twin beds on either side.
I don't know if you know that kind of trailer, but there's these big drawers that pull out for your clothes and whatnot.
And So, anyway, so I'm looking for the cat, and I, you know, how you call the cat, you know, and I hear this real faint meow sound, and I'm thinking, well, where in the world?
And it sounds like it's coming down from underneath the trailer.
So, I go outside and get on my hands and knees, look into the trailer.
Well, there's no cat there.
And I go inside, and I look into the couch, and I hear this faint meow noise.
And so anyway, so I'm crawling on my hands and knees, if you can imagine, going from one end of that trailer to the other on the inside.
And I finally get to where the twin beds are, and I hear this faint meow sound.
Well, I pull this drawer.
Now there's some cavities underneath these beds.
One side has a big water tank, and the other side has this hollow cavity where the fender well is.
There is absolutely no way, anything, can get back in there.
But here I pull this big drawer out with all my clothes and everything.
That's the only access point to that cavity back there.
And that cat was back there.
And it shot out of there like a shot, and it ran out the door, and it was gone for two days.
But there was no way that cat could have got back in there.
You have to physically pull this big, giant drawer full of clothes out in order for any to get access back to that cavity back there, and that cat was back there.
Gee Wiz, why do you think you, well, you already told me, you called them.
Out of curiosity, why did you do that?
unidentified
Well, he's famous for his books, and he promised to help everybody who tried to approach him in going to the other world, but turns out they were predators.
So I leave her alone for a moment with, you know, there at the gravesite with the boyfriend.
And I'm walking, and I come across this dug-up grave that someone's going to be laid down to rest tomorrow, the next day.
So I, crazy as it was, I was in my early 20s.
I go, wow, how would it feel to just lay down in something like this?
So I jumped in, you know, I jumped in this thing, right?
And, oh, boy.
And so that night, that night, I'm in bed and this lady appears, right?
And she goes, she goes, you know, I really don't appreciate you laying where I'm going to be laid to rest, you know.
In other words, boy, oh boy, it scared it every day like that.
I mean, it was something else.
It was, boy, you know, I guess I'm getting some payback because the thing is, after she was visiting her boyfriend, she, and it was, this was as it was getting dark too, you know, it was just getting, starting to get dark when we went.
Anyway, she starts to look for me, right?
And I hear her calling me, and I go, oh my gosh, what am I going to do?
And so I come up out of this hole, you know, the hole there.