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Oct. 31, 2007 - Art Bell

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Coast to Coast AM with Art Bell - Ghost to Ghost 2007

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art bell ▲ ● ▼		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.
	You have arrived at Ghost to Ghost as number one.
unidentified		Hi, Art.
unidentified		How are you doing?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Very well indeed.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Thank you.
unidentified		I am so glad to talk to you.
unidentified		You know, I racked my brain for a ghost story and I couldn't think of it.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		What I really want to ask you If you don't have a ghost story, you shouldn't be calling.
unidentified		I know, but I wanted to ask your AOL.com so I could get a picture of you and your family.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		All right.
		Well, there's a picture of our family on the website right now.
		And that would be coast2coastAM.com.
		Now, you see, the very first call was a violation of the rules.
		Ghost stories only.
		Ghost stories only.
		Now, I'm trusting in you tonight because this is all unscreened.
		I'm just putting you on the air.
		Now, if something is said that you can go on the air, I can certainly eliminate it.
		This is unscreened.
		That means it's the honor system.
		So ghost stories only.
		West of the Rockies, you are on the air.
		Good morning.
unidentified		Good morning.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Yes, sir.
unidentified		Hi, my name is Raul from Tacoma, Washington.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		All right.
unidentified		And let's just tell you a real quick story.
		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.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Big wide scratches or like cat scratches?
unidentified		It looked like there was at least always four rakes.
		It looked like I was getting raked on my back by, you know, my friends would joke and laugh.
		Hey, what did your girlfriend, you know, making jokes like that?
		And I would say, hey, you know, I don't know what I'm getting here, you know.
		And then my dad's being in the medical field.
		He says, well, it's probably just some, you know, psoriasis or something like that.
		And I was thinking, well, I don't, you know, and then I caught my, what caught, you know, what kind of made me think more about it.
		I saw like this show with like Spock on it.
		It was kind of like that's what was the only thing back in the 80s, you know, that was like about paranormal stuff.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Were these like human scratches?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		I mean, like nails, human nails or what?
unidentified		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.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Did you ever feel it when it happened?
unidentified		Just very, very, very vaguely, very, very vaguely.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Was this occurring when you were asleep?
unidentified		It could just occur at any time.
		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?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Did it just go away or something?
unidentified		Finally, when we moved from that duplex, it just went away.
		And then finally, as years went on, people would say, yeah, you were a victim of like a stigma mod.
		And I didn't even know what that was.
		You know, I didn't know about all this stuff until I started listening to your show.
		And then I started hearing more about it.
		And I think, you know, one of these days, I'm going to call art.
		I'm going to do it.
		Sure and hearing enough.
		I get in the first call.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		This was, well, the second call.
		This was your night then.
		Scratches.
		Wonder what that could be.
		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.
		East of the Rockies, good morning.
		You're on the air.
unidentified		Hi.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Hi there.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		You're on a cell phone, aren't you?
unidentified		Yes, I am.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		So that means your story has to be extra good.
unidentified		It is very good.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		All right.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Go ahead.
unidentified		Are we on?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Yo, yep, we're right on the air.
unidentified		Yes.
		Okay.
		This is why I believe in ghosts.
		For 10 years, I was stationed at F.E. Warren Air Force Base, Cheyenne, Wyoming.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Yes, sir.
unidentified		I was a security policeman, and we did maintenance.
		We did security for all the missiles that were in the missile field.
		There were thousands of people that have been through this Air Force base, and all of them, I bet, can repeat this story.
		All right, the story goes.
		One day, a missile maintenance crew was out in the field.
		While they were working on the missile, a set of arms clamped a man.
		If you can imagine sticking up your finger in the air and grabbing it with a pair of pliers, that's what these arms are like because...
		Why would everybody know about This story because this, when I finish, you're going to understand this is a very famous story.
		But I've never heard it repeated.
		So, this missile is held in place by these large clamps because it can take a direct hit from a nuclear missile.
		So, these things are very, very solid.
		So, while he was working on the missile, for some reason, this clamp activated and pinched the man almost in half.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		God.
unidentified		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.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Good Lord.
unidentified		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.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		So he was still there.
unidentified		So they say.
unidentified		Yeah.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		I really appreciate the story.
		Thank you.
		I've heard similar stories.
		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.
		Like something that wasn't finished.
		Wildcard line, you're on the air.
		Good morning.
unidentified		Hi, how are you?
unidentified		And it's a pleasure to talk to you.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		It's good to have you, too, but you're also on a cell phone.
unidentified		Yeah, I hope the distortion's not too bad for you.
unidentified		It will clear up.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Not too good at the moment, but go ahead and give it a try.
unidentified		Okay, my name's Herbert.
unidentified		I'm a truck driver.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Yes, sir.
unidentified		I was in the military.
		It's stationed in Mayport, Florida.
		That's on base housing.
		And we had a baby goat.
		So I started hearing it at different times.
		It would cry.
		And when I started hearing it, I'm sure you're familiar with footy pajamas.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		With what kind of pajamas?
unidentified		We call them footy pajamas.
		It's got the feet, the just up the middle.
		And I had a few small boys, and sometimes at night I would hear the footy pajamas come in there to my room.
		And right there at my head, boy, I'd think it was one of my sons.
		And I'd reach out, neither one of them would be there.
		And I'd get up, go check on them, and they'd be sound asleep.
		So it was kind of funny at times.
		It just feels it.
		And then one night I heard the footy pajamas come into bed, and all my hair is being on in right now.
		And I felt the foot of the bed go down.
		So I knew it was one of my sons finding in bed with me.
		And I raised up, and the moonlight was coming through the window, and there wasn't nothing there whatsoever.
		And I couldn't scream.
		I couldn't holler.
		I was just terrified.
		And my wife, she was a real light sleeper.
		Anytime you touch her, she wakes up to see what's up or what I needed.
		I started shaking her on it.
		I almost pushed her out of bed.
		And just out of the blue, something come over me.
		I don't know what wielded over me, but I lost all emotion, all feeling.
		I wasn't scared.
		I wasn't anxious.
		I wasn't nothing.
		And something without the feeling of touch just made me lay back down.
		Instead of hit my fellow, I was out.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Were you paralyzed?
unidentified		No, I mean, at one point when the feeling came over me, you know, I didn't have no emotion.
		It's hard to describe.
		It was almost like a void.
		I had no feelings whatsoever.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Okay, so this was not sleep paralysis of anything.
unidentified		Oh, no, I was wide awake because I was wide awake running some things in my head because I was going up for advancement exam the next day.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Yes.
unidentified		And I was wide awake and I was running over these fingers in my head so I could do good on my advancement test the next day.
unidentified		So I wasn't even asleep when this happened, but I...
art bell ▲ ● ▼		All right.
		Well, listen, we're coming up on a break here.
		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.
		West of the Rockies, you're on the air.
		Good morning.
unidentified		Is this coast to coast?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Yes, it is.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Ghost to ghost.
unidentified		Oh, there we go.
		Yeah.
		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.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Well, sometimes insects can set them off, you know.
unidentified		Oh, no, this wasn't set that sensitive.
		Like, it had to be a person walking by or a car.
		But I think this was a way of the cat saying goodbye, and I'm okay because it had been hit by a car the day before.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Oh, I'm sorry.
		You know, it could be.
		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.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Yes, Candy.
unidentified		Well, my story is a pretty scary one.
		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.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Did you get into the room?
unidentified		I got so close to the doorway that the music was blasting my ears.
		And what happened was I didn't know what to do, and I didn't want to go back and get Grandpa because I thought I could handle this by myself.
		I can hear you.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		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.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Okay, so what finally happened?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Did it just stop or what?
unidentified		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.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		You're going to have to give it a try.
		This thing, non-human thing.
		I guess if it was human, you wouldn't say thing, would you?
unidentified		No, it was unearthly.
		I have no formal description of how to put into words what it looked like, but it was red.
		And it was glowing.
		Oh.
		And it must have been a demon that I saw.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Did it have a form, a body, arms, legs, that kind of thing?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Or any appendages at all?
unidentified		Yes, and it was using its hand-like fingers on my organ player.
		Yikes.
		And it looked straight at me with yellow eyes.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Yellow eyes.
unidentified		And red with yellow eyes.
		Yeah, it was the most unbelievable, undescribable being.
		And I'm shaking right now, but it challenged me at the age of six years old.
		So I said, in the name of Jesus Christ, be gone.
		I command you.
		And it lifted its head up like it had never been told this before and just vanished.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		All right.
		Well, that's some story.
		That's some story.
		And those are some words from a six-year-old.
		I really appreciate your call.
unidentified		Well, thank you for taking my call.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Thank you for making it, and take care.
		Yellow eyes, huh?
		Listen, I've got a picture up on the website you might want to see.
		I'm pretty picky when it comes to so-called ghost photographs.
		I don't latch on to just any, but this was sent to me by Roberts.
		It arrived about a week and a half ago or so.
		It's obviously taken in an ICU room in a hospital in Colorado.
		And it was just a nurse testing a new camera, you know, testing the flash in a new camera.
		Nobody else in the room.
		And yet, if you look in the mirror, you will clearly see somebody dressed in what appears to be perhaps a uniform, sort of half there and half gone.
		It looks like an old uniform to me.
		Looks like whoever this is has been around for some time.
		This has to be one of the best ghost photographs I think I've ever seen.
		So you might want to go take a look at that.
		Again, from a Colorado ICU room.
		And Robert, I want to thank you for sending that along.
		It's really a good one.
		I can usually pick apart a ghost photograph and say, well, it's this or it's that.
		But if you look carefully at the mirror, the objects reflected and all the rest of it, there's nothing at all bogus about this one.
		On the wildcard line, you are on the air.
		Good morning.
unidentified		Yes, Art.
		Hello there.
		This is Lee from Phoenix.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Yes, Lee.
unidentified		I got a ghost for you.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Good one?
unidentified		Well, you be the judge.
		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.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		And you heard that clearly.
unidentified		Don't you get it, Art?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Yes, I do.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Nothing at all.
unidentified		Thank you, Art.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		You're welcome.
		That's fairly normal in the world of spirits.
		A repetitive this and repetitive that.
		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.
		Wildcard line, you're on the air.
		Hello.
unidentified		Yes.
		Hi.
		This is Bill from Southern California.
		Hi, Bill.
		Yeah, I got a ghost story for you.
		It deals with Native American burials.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Okay.
unidentified		You still there?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Yeah, I'm right here.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Go ahead.
unidentified		Okay.
		Well, I'm an archaeologist.
		I don't have a PhD, but I do have a master's.
		And I was working on a survey crew, and we found an area that had a lot of broken pottery and whatnot.
		And we flagged it, and we went on, came back to it a couple days later, started excavating, and equipment failure.
		Like you would not believe.
		Laptops would go dead.
		You come out of an area, they come back on.
		You go back in, they go back off.
		Generators, the same way.
		For lights and stuff, it was just a crazy deal.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		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.
		And this was going on for like almost a week.
		Finally, we got a hold of one of the elders.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		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.
unidentified		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.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Right.
unidentified		That kind of thing.
unidentified		Well, where we were at, it was going right through the center of the valley, and they couldn't reroute this area for fiber optics.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Okay, so how did it resolve?
unidentified		Back in?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		How did it end?
unidentified		Oh, how did it end?
		Yes.
		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.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		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.
		My name is Chris.
		I live in Virginia.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Yes, Chris.
unidentified		When I was a child, I was staying over at my aunt's house who had a furnished basement.
		It was middle of the night, about two in the morning.
		I hadn't slept yet, and I made sure to double check and make sure I hadn't slept in this situation.
		Excuse me.
		Anyway, while I was sitting there attempting to go to sleep, a lady appeared.
		You have to understand that the area that I was at also used to be a battlefield for the Civil War.
		So this lady appears in a beautiful gown, and a gentleman came up to her.
		These were full-bodied apparitions, by the way.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Yeah, I was going to ask, completely visible.
unidentified		Almost solid.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Almost solid.
unidentified		Yeah.
		I mean, they were very close to it.
		Anyway, he was wearing a blue uniform.
		So obviously, I think we have an idea of what side he was on.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Yes.
unidentified		And they began, they embraced, and they were having, seemed to be having a romantic interlude, I'd have to call it.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Wow.
unidentified		All of a sudden, a gentleman in gray appeared in a tattered, you know, tattered gray beat-down uniform with bayonet in hand.
		He ran up on the gentleman in blue and started sticking him over and over, repeatedly gutting this gentleman with the bayonet.
		And when I say gutting, I mean intestines hanging off the end of the bayonet, kind of.
		It was quite nasty.
		And then after a few moments of that sticking him, and she's, forgive the term, freaking out, understandably, poof, vanish.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		So it's kind of like you had a north-south battle of manifest right in front of you on all apparently, I guess you would guess over a woman.
unidentified		That's the best way I can view it.
		The gentleman in blue definitely dead.
		No question about that.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Was all this just visual, or did you hear things as well?
unidentified		You could hear little bits and pieces, but not very loud.
		You know, you could hear her crying kind of deal, her saying to stop.
		You could hear a groan here and there.
		You could hear a stick occasionally.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		And so once all this was over, they all just faded away, huh?
unidentified		It wasn't even a fade away.
unidentified		It was a poof gone.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Poof gone.
		All right.
		Well, poof gone is what we have to be right now.
		This is Ghost to Ghost AM.
		One correction.
		That episode was not Law and Order.
		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?
unidentified		Am I dead?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		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.
		First time caller line, you're on the air.
unidentified		Hello?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Yes, hello.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Turn your radio off, please.
unidentified		Hello.
		Hi.
		Is this Art?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		It is.
unidentified		Hi, Art.
unidentified		This is Judy from Huntsville, Alabama.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Hi, Judy.
unidentified		I just wanted to tell you a story about a doll.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		A doll?
unidentified		Yes.
		Okay.
		Okay.
		My mother and dad bought me a doll.
		The last one they ever bought me was the size of a three-year-old child.
		One night, many years later, I had the doll standing up in the corner of the bedroom.
		I was reading a book, and all of a sudden, out of my peripheral vision, I saw something move.
		And it startled me, of course, and I looked up and I looked toward the doll and the doll raised its arm and put it down.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Oh, brother.
		Now, in this modern day, let me just stop you for a moment.
		I've seen the ads for them.
		Today they sell dolls that are, you know, like a three-year-old size, a two- or three-year-old size, and infant size.
unidentified		Right.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		And they do move, and they do say things.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		They even memorize the name you give them.
unidentified		Right, but this was, I'm 58 years old.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		I hear you.
		So there was no name memorized or there was no movement.
		This was just a doll.
unidentified		Just a plain doll the size of a three-year-old child.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		And you saw her raise her arm.
unidentified		She raised it up.
		She put it down.
		It, of course, terrified me.
		You know, I broke out in a cold sweat.
		And the only thing I knew to do was to go and pick the thing up and take it and put it in the den.
		And I did that.
		Well, the next day I told my family about it.
		And, you know, of course, some believed me, some didn't.
		My mother said, well, I don't want you to do away with the doll because that's the last one we bought you.
		You know, it's sort of sentimental.
		She took it over to her apartment.
		She said, I'll Keep it.
		Okay.
		Things started happening at her apartment.
		She woke up one night out of a deep sleep, and she said standing beside her bed was a dark figure.
		And the only way she could describe this, it was during Star Wars, was it looked like Darth Vader, but you know, to me, it was like a demon.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Not the doll, though.
unidentified		No, it wasn't the doll.
unidentified		It was a dark figure standing beside her bed.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Do you think the doll brought this to her?
unidentified		I think it did.
		And also, she had a plant on a plant stand.
		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.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		So did you get rid of it?
unidentified		Well, I got married.
		My husband put the doll out at the trash and they picked it up.
		So I have no idea where the doll is now, but I hope no little child has the doll.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		It's probably out just walking around the trash yard somewhere.
unidentified		I don't know, but this is the truth.
		I mean, I'm a nurse.
		I'm not a person given to delusions or hallucinating or anything like that.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Trust me, I believe you.
unidentified		I don't like dolls.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		That's why we do these programs.
		Thank you very much.
		We do them because these things really do happen.
		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.
		Good morning, West of the Rockies.
		You're on the air.
unidentified		Hello.
unidentified		I'm calling about a man under a table.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Turn your radio off for me, sir.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		That's number one.
unidentified		Yeah, I'm calling about a ghost in Bishop, California under a bed.
unidentified		Under a table.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Under a table or a bed?
unidentified		A table.
		I was sleeping in my uncle's sister's house in Bishop, California.
		We're on vacation.
		And I was sleeping in the living room facing the kitchen.
		And when I woke up at 3 in the morning, I heard voices calling me from the kitchen.
		I woke up, and everyone was asleep around the living room.
		And I could see the kitchen.
		I looked in the kitchen.
		I got up.
		I could see somebody under the table calling me with his hand.
		I could see his dark figure calling me.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Actually, audibly calling you or sort of beckoning you to come?
unidentified		A guy under the table calling me, like, come here, like, come to the dark side.
		I'm like, fuck that.
		I mean, I mean.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Okay, well, all right.
		Unfortunately, you just used some language that I can't have on the air, so I had to eliminate that.
		That's what happened there, folks.
		I understand that people get very emotional when they're telling a story.
		But there are certain words, the deadly seven, I think they are, that have been articulated that you cannot use on the air.
		And so we have a special little thing to eliminate that, and that's what just happened.
		He got to a part in the story where he indicated emotionally with a word we couldn't use that he was not about to follow the suggestion of that ghost.
		Wildcard line, you're on the air.
		Good morning.
		Hello.
unidentified		Wildcard Line.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Yes, Los Angeles.
unidentified		Hi, how are you?
unidentified		Happy Halloween.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		I'm just fine.
unidentified		Okay, this is my phone.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Okay, turn your radio off first, dear.
unidentified		Oh, I'm sorry.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		It's going to be very confusing for you otherwise.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Because we're putting you directly on the air.
unidentified		Okay, it's off.
unidentified		All right.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		And what is your first name?
unidentified		Rebecca.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Rebecca, go right ahead.
unidentified		Hi, okay.
		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.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Wow.
unidentified		Like fully formed, completely solid, you know, not like ghostly, wearing jeans and a shirt.
		And he basically turned towards me, smiled, waved, and then disappeared.
		And I was like, wow, the guardian angel really did follow me home.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Well, maybe.
		I mean, these are reasons why you don't screw around with Ouija boards.
		Because what happens is you open doors that you didn't expect to open and that you cannot close.
unidentified		Well, I realize that now.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		And so I take it now, if somebody presented you with a Ouija board and said, let's have some fun, you'd go the other way.
unidentified		Yeah, exactly.
		Because I did use the Ouija board a few times after that.
		But every time I did, I noticed that my life would get bad.
		You know, bad stuff would start happening, and I finally connected it, so I got rid of my Ouija board.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		So you're not a real fast learner.
unidentified		Well, it's been like 10 years since I've used one, so it's been quite a while.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Right.
		Thank you.
		It's pretty widely known that years ago I did use a Ouija board.
		I won't tell the story.
		It scared me so badly.
		What occurred scared me so badly.
		Maybe one day I'll tell the story.
		Don't use a Ouija board.
		Don't screw around with the Ouija board.
		That really is a lesson that you ought not have to learn the hard way.
		Easter the Rockies, you're on the air.
		Good morning.
unidentified		Morning.
		In 1958, I was 10 years old.
		It was a family tradition that we would meet at my grandmother's house on Easter Sunday.
		My mother had gone up on Friday, and my father was an Atlanta City policeman, big man.
		Never saw him afraid of anything in his life.
		He picked me up, and we headed for a small town in Tennessee.
		On the way up, all my life and my brothers and sisters, we'd passed this house that had an iron gate, and we called it the Haunted House.
		My dad's, I stopped, I said, Dad, can we stop and look?
		And we didn't have anything to do, and he wasn't too eager to get to my grandparents' house too early.
		So we got out and went in.
		Dad walked up on the front porch, and I started up a flight of stairs inside.
		And, you know, like a kid with a little bravado, I ran right to the top of the steps.
		As soon as I got to the top of the steps, there was about a three-year-old girl standing looking at me.
		A little blonde-haired girl, nothing extraordinary about her.
		And I said, Dad, there's a girl up here.
		My dad thought maybe some squatters were in the house.
		And he ran up the steps behind me.
		And as soon as the little girl saw my dad, she just went straight across the hall into a bedroom and slammed the door.
		My dad walked up to the bedroom door.
		My dad was a big man.
		He was not afraid of anything.
		He pushed the door.
		The door pushed him back so hard he almost fell down.
		That made my dad mad.
		He got up and gave the door the boot.
		The door flew off the hinges, and we went in the room.
		It was about an 11 by 11 bedroom, two windows going outside, and my dad went over to them and couldn't open either one.
		There was a closet in the room.
		My dad opened the closet, and the closet was just four walls, wood panels, solid.
		My dad knocked on everything in the room.
		He knocked all over the floor, and we found nothing.
		So my dad and I went back outside, and my mother was related to the sheriff in a small town right where we were.
		And my dad went down there.
		He thought that people were squatting there, and it also alarmed him that the little girl might be in some kind of trouble.
		My dad told the officer there what had just taken place.
		And the officer went into the chief's office, and the chief was related to my mother.
		And the chief came out and called my dad and I into another office.
		And he opened a file cabinet, and he pulled out a file.
		And the file was a newspaper article.
		That house had belonged to a doctor that the copper company had brought in there to treat their miners.
		The doctor was in Atlanta.
		The doctor's wife evidently had a boyfriend.
		And the doctor came back to his home.
		His maid told him that his wife wasn't there, that she was downtown.
		He went downtown.
		He shot the lover.
		He shot the mother, went back to the house and shot the little girl and shot himself.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Oh, my God.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		And so that little girl or her spirit or what was left of her remains in that house?
unidentified		The article went on to say that people heard the little girl.
		He shot the maid also, but the little girl was the last alive, and she went running up the steps screaming.
		And they were gunshotting.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Wow.
		I really appreciate your story, sir, and your call.
		I don't know.
		Again, what this tells us about life after death, many ghost stories are associated with violent deaths.
		Many ghost stories are associated with suicides.
		In other words, some sort of very traumatic, unfulfilled, unrequited love.
		All of these things seem to bring about a continued presence.
		Now, whether this is a contemporary awareness or it's just some sort of echo of what was, it's hard to say.
		Either way, it certainly is freaky.
		Wildcard line, you're on the air.
unidentified		Hello, yes.
unidentified		Is it a Coast to Coast?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Yes, it is.
		A Ghost to Ghost.
		Turn your radio off, please.
unidentified		Oh, okay.
		Oh, sorry about that.
		Yes, I'm Kevin Palmer.
		I'm sorry, sorry for the last name.
		I'm Kevin in Iroquois Falls, Ontario.
		Yes.
		And I have to say, the first time I listened to Coast to Coast AM, I get it through the internet.
		I was listening to older episodes, and I invoked a demon when I listened to Coast to Coast AM.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		While you were listening to Coast to Coast?
unidentified		Well, I got into Coast to Coast AM after through my friends on Pell Talk, and they sent me a link for some of the shows.
		And I invoked a demon when I was listening to Pell Talk.
		And his name is JC.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		All right.
		Thank you very much for the call.
		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.
		And I took it upstairs and put them in my drawer.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		I remember those toys, yes.
unidentified		And so I went down and played outside a little bit.
		I was like eight, seven, eight years old.
		And I decided to go up and get it.
		And then the door was locked.
		There was no lock on the door.
		It was like, you know, I couldn't push it open.
		So I looked under the door and I can see these feet like dog feet.
		And I was pushing, pushing, and all of a sudden it opened.
		I seen it going out the window.
		Then my toy was gone.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		So something like a dog had taken your toy, not let you in the room?
unidentified		All I see is just got just two dog feet.
unidentified		You know, I didn't see the rest of the body.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		But they were like dog feet.
unidentified		Yeah, and my toy was gone.
		It went out the window quick.
		And then what Rural got me, and when I was about 14, and my mom and my dad were separated.
		And all of a sudden, about 2 o'clock in the morning, there was like a big explosion in my head.
		And I got up, ran out in the kitchen, and my mom, she goes, she asked me, what's wrong?
		What's wrong?
		I said, something's wrong with Dad.
		You know, because he worked, you know, a distance away.
		And she said, nah, it can't be.
		I said, Mom, there's something that's going on because I have a feeling something's wrong.
		And then about an hour later, she got a phone call.
		He got hit by a truck and killed her.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		I'm so sorry.
		There are so many, many stories like that.
		For some reason, people, they seem to know when something awful has happened to a relative.
		Now, I have no idea how that happens or why that happens, but it does.
		That communication takes place.
		A relative somewhere has died, and as that man said, it's like an explosion in your head.
		You just suddenly know.
		And you've got to ask yourself, what mechanism transmits that message?
		It's really as mysterious as other things that we cannot explain.
		Wildcard line, you're on the air.
unidentified		Hello?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Hello.
unidentified		Hi.
unidentified		I have a story about EVPs for you.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Where are you calling from?
unidentified		I'm calling from Niagara Falls, Canada.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Okay.
unidentified		And my name is Cindy.
		Okay, Cindy.
		Hi.
		Yeah, I was we were my boyfriend, myself, and a friend decided to go ghost hunting, and we brought our digital recorders with us.
		And we were out in a graveyard down in Niagara on the lake.
		I'm not sure if you're aware, like, if you know where that area is or not.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		I do, yes.
unidentified		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.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Go home.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		And I assume you kept going home.
unidentified		Yeah.
unidentified		Yellow.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		That's because EVPs work.
		Now, what they are, of course, we don't know, but we know they're real.
		That's why I continue to have my EVP guests on the air.
		Because they're real.
		And if you doubt it, get a recorder.
		If you've got the cojones for it, take it to a graveyard or somewhere else where there might be spirits about.
		Do a few hours of recording.
		Come home.
		And then send me an email or let me know what was said.
		Fact of the matter is, EVP works.
		What it really is, we have no way of knowing.
		But it's not a joke, and those who take the time and trouble to really go out and try it inevitably get something they cannot explain.
		First time caller line, you're on the air.
unidentified		Hi, Art.
		This is Vince from Wyoming.
		I got a ghost story for you.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Yes, well, it's got to be extra good since you're on a cell phone.
unidentified		Okay, well, going across Pennsylvania one time, back in the 70s, the truck got awful cold inside.
unidentified		Look over in the passenger seat, and there's like an entity sitting there.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Oh, well, this is good.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		When you say an entity, describe, if you can, what you saw.
unidentified		Very, very light shade of white.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Okay.
		And that was it.
		In the form of a human being or what?
unidentified		No, I can't say it wasn't the form of a human being.
unidentified		It was just something white was sitting over there in that passenger seat.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		And you managed to stay on the road?
unidentified		Yeah, yeah.
unidentified		It didn't bother me.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		It didn't bother me.
unidentified		Not at all.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Okay, I appreciate the call, but I don't understand that at all.
		If something manifested itself next to me on a truck or car seat, I would be awfully lucky to stay on the road.
		In fact, I don't know how I'd stay on the road.
		No idea at all.
		West of the Rockies, you're on the air.
unidentified		Hi, my name is Tanya.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Hi, Tanya.
unidentified		Hey, I just want to say that I've had several ghost experiences in my life.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		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.
		It screamed like, save me.
		Really?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		And what did you do?
unidentified		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.
		But it was really weird.
		I didn't know that.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Well, the words save me have obvious meaning.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		So didn't you feel compelled to get up, investigate, and try to help somebody?
unidentified		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.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Okay, well, if that had happened to me, I'm sure it would have worked.
		I doubt that I would have slept the rest of the night.
		Whether or not I would have got, you know, awakened and tried to help somebody, I don't know.
		Easter the Rockies, you're on the air.
unidentified		Hi, Art.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Hello.
unidentified		Mike from Indianapolis.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Hi, Mike.
unidentified		And I am just calling.
		I had a story when I lived in Kentucky in 1993.
		And it's very interesting, and it involves some pretty famous landmarks there in Kentucky.
		To begin with, I was a teenager, a senior in high school, and I had missed my bus for school.
		And seeing as I really had to graduate and I didn't want to get in trouble from my father, I decided I better get to school as fast as I can.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		For me, that was usually a reason to stay home.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Miss the bus, Mom.
unidentified		Yeah, yeah.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Anyway.
unidentified		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.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Okay, so what happened?
unidentified		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.
		I'm passing on through.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Okay, Mike, we've got to get to the end of it here.
unidentified		Oh, okay, sorry.
		So I say, you know, okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
		And, you know, the guy, you know, I say, I'm late for school, you know, bye.
		And the guy says, you know, okay, leave and don't look back.
		And so I run off and I'm walking down the railroad tracks towards the Dawes High School over there.
		And I'm thinking to myself, you know, I'm not going to look back, not going to look back, you know, and what man is not going to look back.
		And as I look back, the man and his dog is gone.
		But in that field where I was standing was about a hundred, over a hundred apparitions, gray-looking figures.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		What had been all those voices?
unidentified		And they had were just looking at me.
		And I ran and ran to school.
		And for a long time, nobody believed me until recently I had found out that that place was so famous.
		And I just wanted to let that story out.
		And I just wanted to let people know.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		That it really is true.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Micah, what do you think happens to you after you die?
unidentified		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.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		That's a good point, but if there really is a heaven and hell, then where had these people come from, Mike?
unidentified		Well, maybe they had just like the stories go.
unidentified		You know, usually maybe the stories are right and they are, excuse my French, damned or cursed.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		And just around.
		Thank you very much for the call, Mike.
		So in this case, hundreds of spirits, first in voice, and then almost, almost in flesh.
		Ghost, ghost, 07, you're on a ride, all right.
		And you just never know when it's going to end.
		Remember, folks, we're doing unscreened ghost stories from you, all of you.
unidentified		So one story per caller.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Please try not to use a cell phone.
		Get to a corded phone if you can.
		And only the very scariest stories.
		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.
		Robbie from Phoenix, Arizona.
		East of the Rockies, you're on the air.
		Good morning.
unidentified		Good morning, Art.
unidentified		This is Beverly from Dayton, Ohio.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Hi, Beverly.
unidentified		Yes, I would like to share one of my spooky moments.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Go right ahead.
unidentified		Well, back in the mid-70s when The Exorcist first came out, my husband and I bought a home, and it was in the country in a lovely setting.
		And in the newness of the home, every evening when I was fixing supper, the basement door would open up all by itself.
		And I thought, well, maybe it's just the settling of the house and the change of the season.
		But night after night, the door would open right around the same time.
		And then my son, he would say that there was something that was coming into his room and it was scary.
		And of course, you dismiss these types of activities because it's a new home.
		And then one evening, my husband and I were asleep and we both had a vision or a dream.
		At the same time, we saw our daughter being raised up out of her bed and slammed to the floor.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		My God.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		And you both had this dream at the same moment?
unidentified		At the same moment, and the whole house shook.
		And we flew up out of bed and ran to her room.
		And there she was on the floor, but she was sound asleep and unharmed.
		And we knew then we had an entity in the home.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		What did you do?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Did you remain in that home?
unidentified		Well, eventually I did move out, but we got holy water.
unidentified		I threw away my book, The Exorcist.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		I don't know what I'd do.
		I doubt that I'd remain in the home.
		I'd get buckets of holy water.
		I'm not sure what I would do.
unidentified		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.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		My goodness.
		Teddy bears, dolls?
		It's not been a good night for toys.
unidentified		Really?
		But the unusual thing, you would think by handmade stuffed teddy bear, it would be consumed in just a few minutes.
		It took hours for this teddy bear to burn.
		And the fire would dance from eye to the, from eye to eye, back and forth.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		I'd be so out of that house.
unidentified		Well, in a few months, I did leave.
		The children and I, we vacated.
		We found another place to live.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Oh, that'd be it.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		I'll tell you, if we had dual dreams, went in, found our daughter on the floor, that would be it right there.
unidentified		Yes.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Thank you very much for the call.
unidentified		Thank you so much.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Take care.
		That's a freaky one.
		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?
		Oh, my God.
		Wild Card line, you're on the air.
		Good morning.
unidentified		Excuse me.
		I was drinking.
		I wasn't expecting you to pick up.
		Drinking orange juice got stuck.
		Okay.
		Hi there.
		Hi.
		I got a good one for you.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Fire away.
unidentified		Okay.
		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.
		We did the removal.
		I put him on the gurney, strapped in the gurney.
		This machine's pumping.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		I might.
		Let me stop you for a second.
		I don't quite understand the procedure.
		In other words, the doctor pronounces him dead.
unidentified		Correct.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Okay, but then he's given a lethal shock.
unidentified		Yeah, a lethal injection of Barbituous.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Why would that be necessary?
unidentified		Well, from my understanding, because the Heartland machine is put on almost immediately after he's pronounced dead.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Okay, all right.
unidentified		Okay.
		And I asked the same question.
		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.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		So you're having a full conversation with a dead man.
unidentified		Well, you know, that's going through my head.
unidentified		I was like, well, is he dead?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Well, I'm going to put on my shoulder.
		I'm sorry?
		If you're having that kind of conversation, I'd be turning around or something.
unidentified		I did.
		I'd turn around.
		Every time I would turn around, I don't mean turn around and be in the car.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		I mean turn around and head back to the hospital.
		If you're having that kind of conversation with somebody.
		Anyway, you go ahead, sir.
unidentified		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 he's stuck.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Obviously, this man thought it was going to work.
unidentified		Yes, he did.
		And he was going to stay.
		He was hanging out at the funeral home when the ambulance took off.
		I said, you can't stay here.
		What do I do?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		How did you finish up the conversation with the man?
unidentified		I'm sorry.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		How did you finish up the conversation with the man?
unidentified		With telling him that he must go with his body in the ambulance and he needs to figure out his path.
		I mean, it was weird, but I told him that he couldn't.
		I've never dealt with anything like this before, and he couldn't stay with me.
		It wasn't like he wanted to stay with me.
		He was stuck.
		It was like traumatic for him.
		That would be the last body I'd ever drive.
		But it was freaking.
		That was the last cryonics situation we put ourselves into.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		That's an amazing story.
		Just absolutely amazing.
		And how you kept your cool through that, I'll never know.
unidentified		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.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		I hear you.
		All right, Charles.
		I really appreciated the story.
		Thank you.
		Thank you.
		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.
		That is a freaky story.
		East of the Rockies, you're on the air.
		Good morning.
unidentified		Hey, Art.
unidentified		How's it going?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		It's getting very interesting, sir.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Go right ahead.
unidentified		Okay, I guess you could call it a haunted house story.
		There was a farmhouse near where I grew up, big old house, and dated back to like the 1800s.
		But people had lived there on and off up to like the 1970s, and then it was vacant.
		And it was kind of set back on a dirt road.
		And, you know, we were teenagers back in the early 80s.
		And we went there one night, and it was a big old house, and it wasn't really dilapidated or run down.
		It was just nobody had lived there for a while.
		And I'd been there a couple times, and I was showing my friends around.
		And there was six of us, three boys and three girls.
		And two of the boys, two friends of mine were farm boys.
		And down in the basement of this place was an old, beat-up, broken-down old antique tractor.
		And they were down there looking at it.
		And me and the three girls were upstairs.
		And I was showing them this place was pretty big, and it had like some old servants' quarters, which I thought was kind of neat.
		And I was showing them that.
		And so we were in the second floor.
		And all of a sudden we heard this huge noise, big kaboom, smash, bang.
		Something going down the stairs, obviously.
		And we ran out to look, and something or someone had thrown the toilet from the second floor bathroom down the stairs.
		Now, we didn't hear it getting ripped out of the floor or anything.
		It was bolted into the floor.
		I remember that.
		You know, there's no water, of course, hooked up.
		But while we were up there, something had torn that toilet out of the floor, carried it down the hall past us.
		We didn't hear anything and threw it down the stairs.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Anything that could rip a toilet bolted in right out of the floor and then throw it down the stairs is nothing to be trifled with.
unidentified		Right.
		And like I said, you know, when it we didn't hear it getting torn out of the floor or anything like that.
		We just heard it go down the stairs, you know, about five feet away from us.
		We were in the like, boom, boom, boom, wait, boom.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Yeah.
unidentified		And the kids from the basement came running up, and the girls, of course, they wanted to light out of there as quick as could be.
unidentified		And I'll tell you what, I was the first one out the door myself.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		I was going to say, when it comes to that kind of thing, there's not a lot of difference between guys and gals.
unidentified		No, well, we can run faster.
unidentified		And I'll tell you what, I ran the fastest that thing.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		That's an awful.
		And so this thing was just sitting at the bottom of the steps, and that's when you took off.
		Well, for once, I agree.
		I would have done the exact same thing.
unidentified		Hey, happy Halloween, Art.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Well, happy Halloween to you, sir.
		All right.
		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.
		Too risky.
		Well, Cardeline, you're on the air.
unidentified		Hi, George.
unidentified		How are you tonight?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Pretty good, but I'm not George.
unidentified		Oh, sorry.
unidentified		I mean, Art.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		It's an understandable mistake.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Go right ahead.
unidentified		Okay, George.
		Art?
		Well, I am living in Austin, Texas right now.
		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.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Maybe by drawing that tombstone, you essentially called Elizabeth.
unidentified		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?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		I hear you.
		All right.
		Thanks for the story.
		I really appreciate it.
		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.
		I'd scream.
		I'd run.
		I'm sure I would.
		East of the Rockies, you're on the air.
		Good morning.
unidentified		Hi, Alex.
unidentified		Is this Pitcher from Houston, Texas?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Yes, sir.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		In a truck, I bet, right?
unidentified		I'm a trucker.
unidentified		It's the best I can do, but I've got a good story.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Okay.
unidentified		All right.
		I was staying with acquaintances of acquaintances in Atlanta, Georgia, a few years back on a business trip, and I'd rented a room from them.
		And one night I was calling my girlfriend back in Texas, and the lion kind of looked dead.
		And when she came back on, she said, well, I think there was a demon on the line or something.
		I couldn't hear you, and I rebuked it.
		And I was like, well, man, that's strange.
		I never heard her say anything like that before.
		But then I hung up the phone, turned over to go to sleep, and I started hearing, and I was the only one in the house this night.
		Everybody was gone.
		Started hearing kind of voices from the basement.
		In fact, if you've ever been on a lake on a calm day and you can hear somebody kind of across the water that you can't understand or say.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Sure, it carries very well.
unidentified		Exactly.
		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.
		All right, sir.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		I appreciate your story.
		Thank you.
		But that's why we're not doing cell phones.
		It's very, very difficult to understand a lot of cell phones.
		And while they're fine for emergency communications and things like that for telling ghost stories, they're not so good.
		Wildcard line, you're on the air.
unidentified		Hi, Art.
unidentified		This is Carl from Milwaukee.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		How are you doing?
unidentified		Good.
		This involves my wife and her family.
		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 asked her, did you hear me call you?
		And she said, yes, I did.
		And I said, why didn't you reply?
		She says, because you sounded like my father.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Well, that's pretty strange, all right.
unidentified		I don't know if, see, I have two explanations.
		I mean, I have narcolepsy, and people who have narcolepsy also have what's called cataplexy, which is paralysis.
		Now, which one might have all been my voice?
		Or it could be supernatural.
		I don't know.
		Take care of yourself.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Well, it could have been some kind of sleep paralysis, or your body could have been taken over.
		In other words, one could go with the other.
		Paralyzed, and then the voice that came from you was indeed not yours.
		Wildcard line, you're on the air.
		Hello?
unidentified		Yes, backcard.
		Yes?
		Yes.
		I have a story to tell you.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Okay.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		This is your first call?
unidentified		Yes, sir.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Okay.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Where are you calling from?
unidentified		I'm calling from Los Angeles.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		L.A. And you're on a cell phone, too, aren't you?
unidentified		Yes, I am, sir.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Okay, well, we'll see how it goes.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Go ahead.
unidentified		Okay, fine.
		This happened when I was about 21 years old.
		I had just been back from Vietnam.
		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.
		He had been dead for about six, seven months.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		And what was written there?
unidentified		That's a good question.
		It was his doodling.
		He would doodle on paper, you know, like just nothing that you make sense out of.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Okay, but nevertheless, it was his handwriting.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		And you saw that paper in mid-air.
unidentified		I swear to Almighty God, I saw it floating in the air, touching the ground.
		That's when I knew I wasn't dreaming.
		I knew, and the sound of the chimes.
		And by the way, I had heard one other story, one other story.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Okay, well, we've got to keep it to one story per customer, but that was a good one.
		And I am convinced that if people who pass away really have a strong enough will to do something, they can do it.
		West of the Rockies, you're on the air.
unidentified		Hello.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Hello.
unidentified		Hi, I was calling in to tell a ghost story.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Okay, I'm hearing clicking on the line.
unidentified		I just turned off the radio.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Okay, again, I'm hearing a lot of clicking.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Where are you calling from?
unidentified		I'm calling from my house in San Francisco, California.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		San Francisco, okay.
unidentified		I'm taking it upstairs where the receiver is.
		I was calling to tell him this story about this place I used to live in.
		It was in San Jose.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Okay, I'm going to have to pass on this one.
		You're going to have to try and get reconnected.
		That was a very bad clicking sound.
		First time caller line?
		You're on the air.
unidentified		Yeah.
		Hi, Art.
		I guess I'm a first-time and probably a last-time caller as well.
		Really?
		Well, I was going to tell you, it was in the mid-80s.
		I was quite a youngster.
		My brother and I were a couple troublemakers.
		Being from Idaho, you can guess that we're kind of like Hicks and a stick.
		We thought we'd scare some people with the Ouija board.
		We had a Halloween party, along with the bobbing for apples.
		Have you ever tried to bob for apples?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Oh, sure.
unidentified		It's pretty tough.
		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.
		How am I going to remember that?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		We're almost out of time, so end it quickly.
unidentified		Anyways, I just made a number up out of the clear blue.
		As it turns out, the next day, my brother verified that that was the correct number in the book.
		I thought he was pulling a prank on me and a grin with it.
		But as it turns out, that was true.
		The number was true.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		There you've got it, sir.
		The Ouija board unfortunately worked.
		It's Halloween.
		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.
		West of the Rockies, you're on the air.
		Good morning.
unidentified		Hi, is this Ghostline?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		It is.
unidentified		Oh, hi.
unidentified		This is my first time calling.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Yes, ma'am.
unidentified		I just want to tell you a story.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Okay.
unidentified		I've been listening all night.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		What is your first name?
unidentified		Jeannie.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Jeannie.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		And where are you?
unidentified		I'm in Grants Pass, Oregon.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Okay.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Far away.
unidentified		Okay.
		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.
		He was about a foot off the floor.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Oh my God.
		Why?
		I'm curious, if he was shaking you, why would you, the last thing I would have done was throw the covers off me.
		I'd probably bury myself in them.
unidentified		Well, that's what I did.
		I yanked the covers right back over my head.
		I screamed for my mom.
		Yeah.
		And nobody came, and I tried to listen for footsteps going out of the door.
		Even though I could see through him, I could see my orange Peter in the background.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Right through him.
unidentified		I could see right through him.
		But I could still see him.
		You know what I mean?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Yes.
unidentified		Perfectly clearly.
		So I couldn't hear any footsteps.
		Nobody left.
		My mom didn't come in the room.
		And so I peeked out underneath the covers to make sure nobody was standing there.
		And I walked out into, like, down my hallway.
		When I got to the end of the hallway, you know, I passed the kitchen.
		Nobody was in the kitchen.
		Nobody was in the dining room.
		I get to the living room, and the TV was on, and it was all staticky.
		It was like just a static channel.
		And I stood there.
		Nobody's there.
		I looked in all the bedrooms because bedrooms were to the right.
		And nobody was in the house.
		And the TV switched off, and I took off out of the front door.
		And I ran next door, and that's where my mom was.
		So she told me it was just a dream.
		So five years later, I saw the same spirit.
		He had come to me in a dream and taken me to a room and was telling me that my boyfriend, which was my son's father at the time, was going to hurt me.
		And I said, no, no, no, he's not going to hurt me.
		He would never hurt me.
		He said, you need to get out.
		He's going to hurt you.
		I said, why should I have to get out?
		I don't want to leave my things.
		These are my things.
		I shouldn't have to leave.
		He's not going to hurt me.
		And he goes, You need to get out.
		And he screamed, get out, really loud.
		And then all of a sudden, I was back in my bed and he was floating over me.
		And the next thing I knew is I had landed on my back on the floor right next to where my son's father was sleeping.
		And it was like I bounced from my bed onto the floor.
		I didn't roll.
		Just bounced.
		And the next day we did get in an argument.
		And right there, in the spot where he, you know, I had landed the night before, he choked me until I was, I believe I was dead.
		And he couldn't, you know, he couldn't wake me up.
		He said I had turned blue.
		And he was slapping me, and I could hear him slapping me, and I could hear him talking, but I couldn't feel it.
		And he was crying.
		His tears were dripping on my face, but I couldn't feel anything.
		I couldn't remember anything.
		But if I ever see that entity again or that spirit, I will absolutely listen instead of argue.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Yeah.
		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.
		On Wildcard Line, you're on the air.
unidentified		Hi, Art.
unidentified		How are you doing?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Doing well, sir.
unidentified		This is Finch from West Jarmouth, Massachusetts.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Welcome.
unidentified		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.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		That is weird, yes.
unidentified		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.
unidentified		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.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Right.
unidentified		And we ran downstairs into her room.
		She thought we were nuts.
		Then we were all in her room downstairs.
		They opened the door, peeked out into the living room, and we all saw it again.
		And when my parents got home, they didn't believe any of us on the TV or the shadow man with the hat that looked like Lincoln.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		The story about the TVs is very interesting.
		Now, in this modern day, you can observe such a difference in transmissions, for example, from a C-band signal.
		Some of you will know what I'm talking about, C-band satellite signal, and then one that comes in on Q-band.
		You can notice a five to eight second delay.
		But with respect to what he's talking about, that would indicate some sort of time distortion, if you will, that could be real.
		On the international line, you're on the air.
		Hello.
unidentified		Hello.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Going once, going twice, gone.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		East of the Rockies, you're on the air.
unidentified		Hello.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Good morning.
unidentified		Good morning.
unidentified		Is this Art?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		It is.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Turn your radio off, please.
unidentified		Oh, my gosh.
		Okay.
		Oh, my gosh.
		I didn't.
		I've been trying to get a hold of you for years.
		Long time Woofner.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Yes, sir.
		Thank you.
		Well, you're on the air.
unidentified		Okay.
		I got a ghost story, and it's a real true thing.
		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.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		So there was no question about who it was.
unidentified		Yeah, it was my uncle.
		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.
		He thought it was my brother and I, you know.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		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.
		Used to the Rockies, you're on the air.
		Hello.
		Going once, going twice, gone.
		West of the Rockies, you're on the air.
		Good morning.
unidentified		Good morning.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Hi.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Turn your radio on.
unidentified		Oh, I've got my finger on the radio.
		There you go.
		Am I on the air?
		You are.
		Oh, this is Kat from Idaho.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Hi, Kat.
unidentified		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.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		I wonder if 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.
unidentified		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.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		I'll tell you what.
		I'll tell you what.
		We're coming up on a break.
		Hold it right there.
		When we get back, we'll continue with that story, okay?
		Can you hold on?
unidentified		I sure can.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Okay, good.
		Stay right there.
		We'll be right back.
		Do you feel that hand?
		Ghost to Ghost A.M. on this All Hallows Eve.
		I'm Arbell, and we'll be right back.
		All right, as promised, back to the first time caller line.
		Catch us up and go right ahead.
unidentified		Is that me?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		That's you.
unidentified		Oakie Doak.
		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.
		Don't you ever read that kind of stuff again.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		And I take it, you burned the book.
unidentified		I burned the book.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		All right.
		Thank you very much.
		And good morning, most of the Rockies.
		You're on the air.
unidentified		Hi.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Hi.
unidentified		This is Elliot out of Arizona.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Yes, Elliot.
unidentified		When I was like nine, ten years old, my mother and my grandmother, and we all went on a picnic out in the country to this lake.
		And as it was getting dark, well, we decided to leave.
		And my grandmother took the wrong turn.
		And she didn't realize it.
		And we were traveling down this dirt road for a long ways.
		And she realized that she went the wrong way.
		And we pulled up to this driveway.
		And by this time, it was night.
		And there was a glowing pillar that we noticed off the side of the road.
		It was like a bluish-white pillar.
		And we started driving up closer to it.
		And I remember my mother started screaming, back the car up, you know, and she started beating her hands on the dashboard.
		And we could see it was an apparition of a woman.
		And it was drifting towards the car.
		Yeah, and so we got the heck out of there.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		But you also saw it.
unidentified		Yeah.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		And it was indeed an apparition of a woman.
unidentified		Yes.
unidentified		All three of us seen it.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		All right.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		And so you beat Pete and got out of there.
unidentified		Yeah.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		All right.
		Okay, thank you very much.
		As I would do.
		You see, the lines are just hundreds, thousands of people trying to call with ghost stories.
		Now, what do you make of that?
		So many people have seen so much.
		There's got to be something to it.
		East of the Rockies, you're on the air.
unidentified		Yeah.
		Hey, we must have hung up on the phone or something happened.
		I called earlier about my uncle passing away and all that.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Okay.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Well, did we not get the end of the story or what?
unidentified		Yeah, I wanted to tell you the end of the story.
		Well, the beginning of the story was that my brother and I were husband.
		My uncle passed away and we had to fly down to Indiana.
		And my uncle showed up in our bedroom.
		We heard him walking on our floor.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Yeah, I recall.
unidentified		Okay.
unidentified		Well, anyway, to finish up the story, my dad went downstairs because he heard some ruckus going down there in the kitchen.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Right.
unidentified		And the pots and pans were laying all over the floor.
		And my dad had seen something go down the stairway.
		And then the pots and pans were all over the floor.
		And then later my dad told me that told us, he saw Uncle.
		And then my dad just passed away here a few years ago.
		And in my dream, and this is real weird, my dream and I got two other brothers, we all had the same dream.
		And that night, then my dad passed away.
		And we dreamed that dad was up in heaven, and there was a big crowd blowing, you know, thousands and thousands of people.
		And my uncle was up there to greet him.
		And my dad just looked so great.
		And he just had a big spiral on his face.
		And he just twitched his eyes and nodded his head.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		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.
unidentified		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.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Maybe Morvia's just not a big fetish.
unidentified		I guess.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Thanks.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Anything more to it?
unidentified		No, that was it.
unidentified		That was kind of weird.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Okay.
		Thank you very much for the call.
		And wild card line, you're on the air.
unidentified		Hey, Art.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Hello.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Turn your radio off, please.
unidentified		Sorry about that.
unidentified		This is Andrew in Las Vegas.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Yes, sir.
unidentified		I got this great story I got to tell you.
		We used to live in this old house.
		It's about 50 years old here in Las Vegas.
		And one night, my dad's like, so there's this guy, Art Bell.
		He's doing this show called Coast to Coast, and you're doing Ghost to Ghost tonight.
		So it's the first time I've ever listened to your show.
		And so it was about 1 o'clock in the morning.
		I got up to turn off the radio.
		I had a remote.
		So I clicked it.
		The radio turned off.
		Then I turned right back on again.
		Then I clicked it again.
		Turned off, turned right back on.
		This went on for a couple of minutes.
		I went to the radio, pulled it out of the wall.
		In the other room, the radio turned on and dialed into ghost to ghost.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		That is the power of this program, sir.
unidentified		Yeah, so I was waiting to tell you that.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		That's a true story?
unidentified		True story.
		And then the next morning I went in and I had that radio set to SM, and you guys are on AM, and it was changed to AM, so it really happened.
		And it was off, too.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		That's the power.
		I appreciate the call, sir.
		Thank you.
		Yes, indeed.
		The power.
		Wildcard line, you're on here.
		Good morning.
unidentified		Morning, Er.
unidentified		How are you?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		I'm fine.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Turn your radio off, please.
unidentified		Yeah, it's off.
		Okay.
		Hi, I'm Alex from Connecticut.
		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.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Boy, that's fascinating.
		I wonder if there really can be places that are bad.
		Just literally bad places where not only do you not get a good night's sleep, but you get sick.
		Wild Card line, you're on the air.
unidentified		Oh, Art.
unidentified		Hey, what privilege?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Yes, sir.
unidentified		This is Jared.
		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.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Well, maybe that cat had powers that we can only wonder about.
		Cats are very strange, mystical creatures.
		It was once said, I believe, that the Egyptians worshipped cats, and cats have never forgotten that.
		Wildcard line, you're on the air.
unidentified		Hi, Art.
unidentified		Thanks for having me on the program.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Sure.
unidentified		My problem is that I'm possessed by three ghosts.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		You are possessed by three ghosts?
unidentified		Yes.
		I know who they are.
		They're famous people.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		And how do you know that?
unidentified		Because they told me.
		I called them, really.
		I made a mistake.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		In other words, you called these three famous ghosts to you, right?
unidentified		Yes.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Big mistake.
unidentified		Yes.
unidentified		They're evil witches.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Really?
unidentified		Yes.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		And so what are you going to do?
unidentified		Well, I know how to kill them.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Or exorcise them?
unidentified		Well, I want to kill their ghost.
unidentified		That's what I want to do.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		How do you kill a ghost?
unidentified		Well, their names are Carlos Casaneda, Carol Tiggs, and Nuri Alexander.
		If everyone joins together in trying to bash them, we could win.
		Kill these predators.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Hmm.
		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.
unidentified		They were tricking everybody.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		You might want to see an exorcist, actually.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		First time caller line, you're on the air.
unidentified		Hey, Art.
		I'm in.
		All right, great.
		How are you doing tonight?
art bell ▲ ● ▼		I'm just fine, sir.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Don't have a lot of time here, so right on.
unidentified		Here we go.
		This is it.
		Okay.
		Well, okay.
		I'm escorting this girlfriend of mine.
		She's a friend, and her boyfriend just died.
		And so we get there.
		I knew the guy, but not very well.
		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.
		And boy, she was scared to death.
		She saw me coming out of that hole.
		And it was something else.
		Boy, she turned really white.
		I felt so bad.
		She was so mad at me after that.
art bell ▲ ● ▼		Yeah, don't, the moral of that story is do not lie in others' graves.
		Listen, everybody, that's going to do it for Ghost to Ghost 07.
		Some pretty good ones along the way.
		It has been my pleasure.
		And who knows, perhaps 08 will do this again.
		From the high desert and the great American Southwest, I'm Mark Bell.

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