Barbara McBeath, a 50-year ghost skeptic, debunks self-proclaimed experts while analyzing EVPs from Montana’s Deer Lodge Prison—voices pleading "help me" and "let me out"—and Utah’s pioneer village, where spirits like a "supercharged ecto" linger. A Skype caller’s mother recounts a 1960s Honduran strangulation by a tuxedo-clad entity, followed by a locked crib mystery. McBeath links unresolved trauma—like drowning deaths or suicides—to trapped spirits, citing damp footprints and Ouija warnings from abused children. EVPs from Rollins Penitentiary’s death house ("I appear") and a Western fort ("it's dark in here") reveal hauntings tied to historical suffering, suggesting spirits remain bound by unfinished emotional or physical circumstances, challenging conventional afterlife theories. [Automatically generated summary]
But I want to serve up a very quick warning, and I really mean warning.
Tonight is not a joke.
Some of the material in this broadcast may be very disturbing to some people.
So be warned.
This is not happy night.
Maybe some of it will be, who knows?
But some of this material is scary stuff indeed.
And the only headline that I'm going to even put in here actually qualifies as Halloween scary to me.
The United States has decided to send combat troops, special forces, actually, 50 of them, to Syria.
Now, I'm a Vietnam vet.
I know about Mission Creep.
Trust me, I know about Mission Creep.
Lots of the rest of you vets out there know about Mission Creep, too.
So this is the beginning of the war with ISIS.
And that's Halloween scary, in my opinion, by any measure you can talk about.
We're going to do some things you're probably not ready for tonight.
There will be some stories from all of you, some that have been phoned in, some that will no doubt leak in through Skype and other means.
And of course, our national number.
We'll get to all that.
I've got a couple of stories I want to read you first.
This comes from a young lady when I was 18, and I moved in my first place.
My friends decided to show me the local cemetery at night after a hard day of hauling boxes.
It was a large cemetery with old graves on one side decorated with statues on the other side, a lawn with headstones of veterans in the area laid flat in the grass.
The six of us walked down a path that separated these two sections of the cemetery, admiring the statues and pillars to our right.
We arrived at a low stone wall around a family plot and decided to get a closer look, wondering aloud if it was really a good idea to visit a cemetery in such a creepy, in fact a creepy old cemetery at night.
As one of my friends began reading the name and the dates on the headstones, another friend said, I think there's someone over there.
So we all turned to look, thinking we were about to be ushered out for trespassing.
Well, I looked where my friend was pointing, and beyond the graves of the hundreds of veterans who were buried there, we saw a dim light about 100 yards away.
In hushed silence, we watched as it moved closer.
Soon, we realized this was not the authorities with a dim flashlight.
As it moved diagonally across the veteran graves, we could see it was a gray, human-shaped figure.
We began asking each other, do you see that?
About 50 yards out now, I could see a solid gray figure of a monk, hood drawn over his head, rope tied around his waist, hands folded into his sleeves as he floated on his course toward us.
The closer this figure came to us, the more details it could be made out in the dark.
As the monk appeared to give off a light of his own, I could see the shadow of a face under the hood, his knees bending under his robe with each step he took across the grass.
Even the ends of the rope around his waist were swaying as he walked.
I stared in disbelief, wondering what my eyes were truly seeing.
I asked my friends to each point to it, to track its movement, to prove we were all seeing it.
They did, but they were growing more frightened by the moment.
The monk, now about 20 feet away only, full-bodied, seven-foot-tall apparition, was going to cross in front of where we stood as he did not appear to be changing the direction he was going.
My friends all ran back to the car, screaming for me to join them.
I stood, amazed, breath held, blood cold, and watched him slowly walk past me.
He must have been five feet away, close enough to just walk up and touch.
The details of his appearance I will never forget.
He looked exactly like a Franciscan monk, but light gray and dimly glowing.
My friends screaming for me in the distance, I've watched him disappear into the rear wall of the brick caretaker house.
This happened at the Greenlee Road Cemetery in Sonora, California in the summer of 1994.
That's from Heather.
And then I got this one, and you should prepare yourself for this.
When I was a young girl, and I was wild and crazy, up to things I never should have been, With little driving experience, not much sense, a little alcohol, a few of my friends set off for a joyride with me behind the wheel.
Well, as the morning came, I dropped them off and I was headed toward home, planning on dropping off the car somewhere close to it.
I somehow ended up on a very busy street during a morning rush hour.
My adrenaline, the alcohol, and a car, I could barely drive.
I hit an old woman who came out in front of a bus.
So I stopped the car.
The world spun as I saw her on the ground.
I rushed over and crying, I held her.
I had no idea what to do.
I kept telling her to breathe and that I was sorry.
I could see people calling for help.
I draped my jacket around her, and she died right before me, looking into my eyes.
To this day, I've never forgiven myself for this.
It's why I must write this to you.
I cannot speak because I might break down.
It was the most traumatic event of my life.
I was charged, sentenced, and did my time.
Many years later, I found myself living alone with a large black dog in an old house.
I vowed I'd never do anything, any of those irresponsible things I had done, so I kept to myself.
I had often felt very alone, very afraid at the outside world, would sit and work on music or listen to you, meaning me on the radio.
I would often have breakdowns of sadness and grief in my heart for what I had done, and I often felt like I didn't deserve to be living.
One night I was feeling as such, I was sitting on the edge of the bed going through a box of my court papers, the newspaper article of the accident, and I broke down and crying so badly I almost couldn't breathe.
I just thought it's time to end my life.
But then I felt something heavy touch me on the shoulder.
Something leaning up behind me.
Holding me.
A flash of this old woman's face.
That woman I accidentally killed, but not in the way I had seen her on the street on that horrible day, but a gentle sweet lady holding me.
And I was not scared at all.
She comforted me.
There were no words.
I never turned around to see her, but I felt her, and I knew her for that moment.
It seemed to last a long time.
I felt like I had cried for years and years of sorrow finally out of me that night.
But I stopped feeling alone for the first time in about 10 years.
This experience has forever changed me and the way I see the world, people, and learning to forgive myself.
I strongly believe that having such a traumatic moment like this sort of intertwined our spirits for some reason.
And I have no idea what that reason is.
But not a day goes by that I don't think of her or those moments.
Let's couple to just sort of start us off.
I've got a couple of people on the phone.
It's going to be a difficult night because I'm going to be like a one-armed paper hanger.
We've got a very great deal to do coming up in a moment.
Barbara Macbeth has actually independently researched and studied spirit and ghost phenomena for over 50 years.
She has conducted lectures, presentations, conducted ghost tours at locations where the ghost phenomena has been experienced by many different people over many years.
She's also been a co-spokesman on behalf of the Ghost Investigators Society, you know them well, in a USU documentary on television and radio.
Barbara will be with us alone tonight.
You will hear things you have never heard before.
Only perhaps two or three of the ones we have have ever been aired.
Barbara's leery of anybody who claims to be a so-called expert in any aspect on the subject of ghosts and hauntings.
She believes there are too many unknowns about it.
Anyone can claim a title.
She believes that a ghost is the essence or conscious soul of a person who has lived on this earth.
A ghost had a physical body, but the consciousness continues after death.
She believes that whatever kind of personality we have while we are physically alive continues and is still retained after physical death, or at least fragments of it.
The EVPs that have been recorded have every range of emotion and personality which clearly comes through those recorded strange-sounding voices.
In addition to the fact that Barbara is with us tonight, I would like to point out that if you go to artbell.com, click on Barbara's photograph, several photographs gathered by the GIS are up there for you to peruse.
That said, let's take a very quick break and we'll come back.
But once again, ladies and gentlemen, I'm telling you, this will be disturbing material.
We had been told at the Deer Lodge that there had been a riot, a prison riot in the prison.
It was approximately about 1959.
And the warden had been killed.
And there was two of the prisoners that was up in this prison tower.
And the police, sheriffs, and people that were trying to get this riot under control fired a grenade up into this tower where these two prisoners were that were hiding out, that were holding out.
And while we were investigating this prison, you're going to hear Barry and Brendan, they were underneath one of these massive towers of the prison, and you'll hear Brendan remark, you've got to think right here is where they brought those two bodies down from up there.
You know, he pointed up at the tower.
And directly after that, you'll hear this EVP say, my 11th year.
This was also done in the prison, and this was recorded by Brendan.
Him and Barry had entered into this main room of the maximum security building, and in this clip, you're going to hear Brendan say, I'm going to go see if the cell door is open and go see if the cell door is open.
He repeated himself.
And as Brendan is walking to the cell, this EVP says, let me out of here.
And we argue on what it says.
It either says, get me out of here or let me out of here.
And then you get more hours and hours and hours to sift through them and look for anything because at the time you're doing the recording, you don't know what you're getting.
That's right, because you don't hear them at the time usually.
I mean, there's been occasions where we have heard the voice and it just kind of throws you off.
You're not expecting to audibly hear it.
Right.
And so when, you know, if you spend three hours on an investigation, you are using another three hours just to listen to your audio tapes, another three hours to go through your videotapes.
We were in an amusement park that's located in Utah, and we were in a pioneer village where they've brought in old buildings and old houses and stables.
There's no rides or amusement rides in this area.
And Roger took a picture of a buggy and stable.
And that was the, it was at nighttime.
And we call it a supercharged ecto.
We don't know what else to call it from that first one.
And we were down on the strip working on a Friday, and it was busy.
And me and my partner were tired, and we just kind of wanted to go chill out.
So we jumped in the car and we took off towards Lake Mead.
And as we're going down, we didn't get all the way down through there.
We got to about Boulder Highway and Lake Mead.
And we pulled off, and there's a road called Pabco Road.
And that road actually goes all the way around out to the desert.
So we pull off into the desert, and we kind of just pulled around and turned the lights off and just turned on the parking lights and just sat there and started chilling out.
Now, my partner's sitting, I'm driving, and my partner's sitting there, and he's on his phone.
And as I'm looking, just illuminated to our right, I see somebody walking towards us.
And I said, oh, man, we just didn't want to get bothered.
So this person's probably about 25 yards away, and they're walking from my right to left.
So I tell my partner, I'm like, hey, heads up, there's somebody coming.
So he looks up, and we see as he's getting closer, we see a female.
She's probably about 15, 12 to 15 years old, short brown hair, and she's dressed in like 1950s.
It almost looked like a poodle skirt or something.
It was kind of light brown.
And so now she's walking in front of us, and she's right in front of our car, and she's not looking at us.
And then as she gets to about past my window, I look down, and she doesn't have any feet, and she's just walking by, but I can see her skirt moving.
Do you still keep in touch with your partner, Ben?
unidentified
Yeah, in fact, he was just texting me, and I told him to listen.
He's still active duty out there, so hopefully he won't have to go through a psychological eval after this because they're going to figure out who this is.
How does somebody on the other side, if that's where they are, you know, I mean, that's a statement, right, Barb, of somebody who is probably alive, a statement, or somebody who is very recently dead and doesn't know it yet.
Or the mind is continuing and they want to stop and they're still, as far as they're concerned, they're still alive because their consciousness is going.
On this one, this was recorded at an Indian school where they would take children, Indian children, American Indian children off the reservations and bring them to this school.
I just want to start by saying that I have had lucid dreams before, and I have never had sleep paralysis, and what I'm about to say is none of these things.
Okay.
I was about seven or eight, and I was sent to bed early.
I was being a bad kid, as I did at that time.
And I was sent to my room, so I took a while to get to sleep.
But when I did, around 9, 9.30, I was woken up by a woman screaming.
And anyway, there was like six or seven different apartments in the place that he stayed, that he lived in, that had all been carved out of his house.
And he was using a Ouija board and started to communicate with this something he wasn't aware of what it was, but he was being alarmed that the house, there was something in the house that was in danger, that there was going to be a bad thing that was going to happen in the house.
And it was driving him in his dreams, even when he wasn't on the Ouija board, to trying to find out what this was.
He finally started to get a sense that there was a family living in the house, and the father had been really abusive, and there were like six or seven kids, and apparently the two smaller of the kids were abused.
I don't know exactly to what extent or all the details on that, but anyway, the house was a place that was very sad because also at some point later the house had to be sold.
My brother looked all the records up on the house later.
The house had to be sold.
And so actually, because it was the depression, people often took their riches and they buried them someplace in these homes so that they would be able to come back to them.
And so there was this big treasure in the house.
This is what this Ouija board was telling him.
And there was different players that were, different roles coming on the Ouija board.
One time it was a little girl.
One time it was the father who was very abusive and angry.
And so it was a huge drama playing out, you know, with my brother and his Ouija board.
You've got good guts for these kinds of stories, don't you?
After all these years.
Anyway, so finally, the landlord does, you know, okay, you're crazy, but I'll go and I'll look around, I'll check everything.
So sure enough, 100 plus, you know how hot it gets out there, right, regularly.
And it's an old house, 100 plus years, well, not quite 100 years old, but it was pushing 100 years old.
Lots of little hacks everywhere to make it in the depression so people could rent it as an apartment all over the place, right?
So it's probably Chubby parted, if you will, if anyone knows what that means still.
But so he goes up to the attic, and it's over 110 degrees in the attic.
And there's a, sure enough, there's a faulty water heater up there.
And had they probably not gone up there, the house probably would have burned down.
But that's not the end of the story.
So David goes, wow, could you believe that?
Save the house from being burned down.
And he didn't tell the landlord really all that was going on, obviously, because he didn't want the landlord to think he was nuts, right?
So then later, I think he's nuts.
I'm thinking, oh, gosh, you know, and my mother, to just tell you a little bit about our family, she's a clairvoyant.
I won't get into all the details, but she would know who was in the cookie jar from two doors down, and there's four of us.
She just had eyes behind her head, and she is, I won't go all the details on that, but anyway, my brother is very clairvoyant, and I kind of think, well, maybe there's something to this.
So my mother comes to visit, and she stays in his room, and where his bed is, and she gets in the bed, and she's sleeping in the bed, and she feels this presence walking out of the closet, coming around the side of the bed, and climbing into the bed with her.
And my mother actually didn't feel threatened at all because she's so clairvoyant that she knew immediately that this was a child that wanted to get close to her, that had known her son, but didn't feel comfortable with a male person.
All right, we're kind of running out of time here.
unidentified
Okay, so I'm sitting there and I feel so clearly as day some kids sitting with their back up against the stairs pounding on my back up against the wall.
I would have liked for the treasure to have been located, but that much communication on a Ouija board, well, frankly, even a little communication on a Ouija board is a very, very, very bad idea.
This one was recorded, I think the one that's on the website was done by Jenny, but everybody picked it up and she was in a different location than me and Barry and Roger.
In fact, there was one that was being torn down, and I thought it would be an excellent place to go because I had had so many employees of that hospital and patients of that hospital tell me how they had seen a woman in red in the original intensive care area.
And so I waited until they relocated all the patients and all the machines and all their stuff out of the hospital.
And I had approached the members of their board of directors if we could conduct an investigation there before it was torn down.
Do you believe, Barbara, that the collection that we're hearing tonight and so many more, so, so many more, are evidence, absolute evidence of people who have died?
I'm glad I didn't, and I almost skipped it, good lord.
So I have to go now.
I'm dead.
I guess they get busy on the other side.
You know, actually, even though that was horribly creepy, it would suggest that, I don't know, maybe he's headed to a ginrummy game or I'm trying to think the best here.
You know, or some activity that they have over on the other side.
This is the GIS that has done the work for you over many, many years and thousands of hours of recording, transporting themselves to locations where they thought they could get things and getting them.
Yes, and she's very fortunate to have experienced that because there are so many people, especially people that research it, and all the ghost investigators that are out there now, they would love to experience something like that.
I'd have to listen back for it, but God, it's creepy listening to those voices.
Anyway, go ahead.
unidentified
Okay.
So one night I had went to sleep and I had this horrible dream that this demon thing was at the end of my bed grabbing my feet, trying to pull me off the bed.
And I woke up and I sat up and I was like, oh, goodness.
And I felt something on my feet and I was like, I happened to look down there and it was actually really there grabbing my feet and I felt it trying to pull me and I started kicking and I was just like, leave in the name of Jesus, leave in the name of Jesus because that's what my mama told me to always do if I ever encountered anything.
So back in 96, my brother was suffering a deep depression and he hardly ever came out of his room.
And one day I found him unresponsive in his bed with an empty bottle of pills and a note.
And the paramedics came, they worked on him for what seemed like hours.
And at one stage, they thought they had lost him.
And then they were able to revive him and stabilise him enough to get him to the hospital.
Long story short, they did get him to the hospital.
He did survive.
He's since turned his life around.
He's no longer in a deep depression and he's living overseas with a wife and family.
So fast forward to earlier this year, and my sister and I were helping out at my parents' house, and she was putting her son to bed in one of the bedrooms.
As she exited the room, she was startled because she thought she saw a solid human figure with its back towards her, who she categorically claims was my brother, because you sort of know the look of someone you've known for all your life when you see them from behind.
And she sees him turn and walk into the bedroom, and she knows at that time, like she called out to him, and I heard her actually call out to him, and like she knew full well at the time that it couldn't have been him because he wasn't there.
So she walks down the hallway, turns into the bedroom, and there is nobody there and no way anyone could have gotten out.
So now you and me would probably leap to some paranormal explanation, but my sister doesn't come from our world that we come from.
She didn't graduate from the Art Bell Paranormal Community College.
And so she puts it down to sleep deprivation of a new mother.
So we go downstairs, well, she came downstairs to me and my mum with a puzzled look on her face.
And I asked her why she called out to Marcus.
And she proceeds to tell my mother and I what she just saw.
And my mother's face went white as a ghost.
Pardon the pun.
My sister then asks her what's wrong.
And my mum proceeds to tell us that she never told anyone this because she didn't want to seem like she was crazy.
But one day she was putting linen away in the closet and she caught something out of the side of her eyes and long story short, she sees exactly the same thing that my sister did and called out to him, followed him, and nobody was there.
So I didn't witness this, but my mum's expression and the colour draining from her face when my sister relayed the story was just all the proof that I basically need.
Okay, so we've got two people, Jazz, processing it in very different ways, obviously, according to their own worldview.
I guess that's what we do as humans, right?
unidentified
Oh, definitely.
And this was like 10 years apart between my sister seeing it and my mother seeing it.
And like, I don't know what it is.
Is it a loop?
Is it something that's being replayed over and over?
Because my brother's not dead.
He was suffering a deep depression and he spent a lot of time in that room.
And we always assume that hauntings are the result of when a death is very sudden or it's violent or there's some kind of unrequited love or something like that.
And depression's a deep, strong emotion.
Was that something that was lingering, that emotion is lingering causing that?
Or he actually clinically died in his room while they were reviving him.
Was perhaps a part of his soul, if you believe in that, left behind.
Barb, that kind of depression that he described, combined with a near-death experience or a death experience, depending on how you want to look at it, I guess, could project some pretty strong stuff, right?
This was at an old Western military fort that was established back in the 1800s, and it's still in use today.
Barry was in the museum, which used to be one of the barracks.
And he recorded this child's voice.
It says, it's dark in here.
It was not dark in that room at the time.
There were still lights on.
But when we went back to that location and we were talking to the curator of the museum and told him about this child's voice, he informed us that he had just learned a few weeks prior that women and children were kept in the basement of the barracks for their own safety.
The women, the wives of soldiers, were referred to as laundresses.
And to keep them safe, they lived in the basements of these barracks.
Because we were surprised to get a child's voice there on this military base, you know.
Okay, so we don't have that one repeated unless I repeat it, and I shall indeed repeat it.
Okay, what's being said is I'm completely dead, and there's absolutely no mistake about it.
One more time.
That's so weird.
I mean, it must not have been, it might not have been the instant of recognition that that person was dead, but it had not been a long time since that person found out they were dead.
You're listening to Barbara Macbeth, who's kind of here on and off in between the ghost stories with her own EVPs, the best probably EVPs ever played on the air.
Many of these, most of these, actually never heard ever before on the air.
In that cemetery, we would always get cold drinks in a paper cup at a place and maybe french fries in a hamburger to eat before we'd start our investigation at this cemetery.
And Roger had finished his drink and we were walking down the road and he tossed his empty cup into a garbage can that was chained to a tree and the cup came flying back up and arched and he could have really almost caught it if he would have tried.
It went into the garbage can and came flying back out.
I went to a really small private college in North Georgia.
And the ghost legends around there are really sort of famous among the students.
But the one that I always heard, because I was a theater kid, is in our little black box theater was the spirit of Jesse, who was very big into the theater, always played an older role if they needed him, and was supposedly a janitor who died in a car crash.
And I experienced little things with Jesse, but he really got me one night when it was my first date with the woman who would become my wife.
We set up a little TV to watch a movie, and I dragged a couch in, and I was one of like three people who had a key to this place after hours.
So we watched our movie, and the thing you have to understand about this black box is in the middle, it's a wide open space for two floors.
So when you're in the middle of it, you can see not only the hallway around you, but you can see the hallway up above you with perfect clarity.
So we're sitting there talking on the couch.
Movie's over.
It's dark except for one single light on, ironically called the ghost light.
And we're sitting there, and all of a sudden we hear footsteps up above us.
And so we look at each other and we're really freaked out.
And we sit there and I kid you not, up above us, we hear these footsteps go running from one side to the other side.
And they sound like bootsteps, very, very loud, obviously someone there.
And we can see it.
We can look up there and see every bit of that and no one is there.
First time, I guess you could put it off to something, but when there are footsteps going right past you that you should be seeing, something attached to them and you don't, twice would be not nice.
unidentified
Oh, and it's not just footsteps.
They are running.
They are heavy boots and they are booking it from one end to the other.
I got you.
And the real punchline to it is that this is maybe January.
I graduated months later.
So right before I graduated, I talked to the head of the theater department.
We're sitting in her office just chatting.
And I happened to bring up Jesse because I never truly believed the legend behind him.
I'd experienced him.
I knew he was there.
I totally felt that.
But I didn't believe in the legend.
And she goes, oh, no, no, no.
She said, he wasn't a janitor.
And I said, excuse me.
I'm floored.
She said, Oh, I knew Jesse.
He wasn't a janitor, he was a cook.
He loved the theater, he absolutely adored it.
And she goes, Actually, and she reaches around and she grabs a picture and she hands me the picture, and there was Jesse.
And she absolutely confirmed that not only was Jesse a real man, not only did he love that theater, but that she believed that he was there too.
And let's go to Santa Rosa, I think, California on the phone.
You're on the air.
unidentified
Hi, my name's Kathy.
Hi, Kathy.
This took place in Marin.
I occasionally am called to help people if they have a disruptive spirit or weird energy in their house.
And some people down there had built an add-on to their home in Marin.
They added a guest room on the back.
And every time somebody stayed in it, they always wound up on the couch in the morning saying that it was freezing in there, that it didn't feel good.
It was too cold.
It was something wrong with their air conditioning.
And sometimes it looked cloudy in there.
So they would always wind up kind of afraid sleeping on the couch.
And they didn't deal with it too much because they didn't use it to sleep in themselves.
But then one day they decided they were redoing their house and they were varnished a mantle over the fireplace.
And when they woke up in the morning, there was a little child's footprints in the varnish going across the top of the mantle and they didn't have any kids.
So they all freaked out about that and they decided they were going to, they knew someone who knew me and they just said, would you just come over and take a look at this, what's going on in our house, kind of an energy function way, I suppose.
Sure.
And I went there with a couple of friends and I have some abilities to do this.
So we walked into the room, we opened the door and it was like walking into a refrigerator.
It was really, really cold.
I mean, they said it's never been this bad.
And we could see kind of a hazy, almost just a lightly milky cloud right in the middle of the room.
And it happened to be just right where the bed was.
And I went in.
I said, well, let's just stop for a moment and take a breath.
And what had happened is that the father was, he blamed the mother, and he was so livid, he literally showed up with bulldozers, I guess, and bulldozed the pool and filled it with earth.
And they moved out.
And two years later, the mother evidently, who had never gotten over it, died in a car accident.
It was a single car accident.
There was some speculation that she had killed herself.
And the little girl was, so as I talked, they told me this, I said to the little girl spiritually, just telepathically, can I help you?
And she said, again, I will need to find my mother.
And I did a few things that I know how to do in terms of assisting spirits to move on and reconnected her to let her know she didn't have to stay there.
And I did manage to reconnect her with her mother and help them both move on.
Do you have any, I mean, we hear, you know, with these EVPs, we hear so many children.
Do you have any clue?
You know, I'm going to go back and ask Barbara again.
But, I mean, we think, we adults, we somehow think that if a child like that drowns in a pool, they're not going to some nether region where there is nothing or darkness or cold or whatever.
They're going directly to heaven without passing go, but it doesn't seem that way.
Where was that child trapped?
unidentified
She was trapped in the anger between her parents.
They didn't let go of her.
She was actually trying to heal her mother.
One of the reasons she didn't leave was because she was really in pain about the fact that her mother literally disappeared spiritually.
She just went kind of in such deep depression, and the entire family was destroyed.
And on some level, the little girl was still trying to find them and heal it so she could move on and finish the cycle with them.
And it was a very, very painful thing.
We were all very sad when we got done, but uplifted because we actually were able to assist them.
You know, when I asked You about the something about, you know, tell us something about the other side.
You really can't.
I do understand that.
But do you believe, you do believe, right, that this is some sort of, I don't know, middle area before you go on to wherever your final destination, I'm not trying to spit out movie titles here, is?
I mean, when you first hear it, you go, oh, God, a baby.
But then when you listen closely, she's right.
I think it's laughing.
unidentified
It got better.
I want to think it was laughing.
Okay.
This is Michael.
So I've lived in Lake Charles, born and raised here.
But in 2004, I moved to Alaska to be a youth pastor for a church.
I was living in Seward and had was invited to come and speak at a church in Fairbanks.
It's about a nine-hour drive from the south, not used to, I got there in January.
This was in February.
I took out on this trip by myself and had been given tips.
And this is where you want to stop.
This is where you don't want to stop.
Gas is real expensive here, things like that.
So I got out of just north of Anchorage, north of Wasilla.
And up in that part of the country, I had been, the people that I had been with had stopped and picked up hitchhikers, and they just said it's just kind of a thing.
You don't really do it in Louisiana, but here it's life and death.
If you see somebody on the road, they're not going to.
So I saw a man walking north on the road, and I pulled over.
He got in the truck, and I remember distinctly he had kind of a little bit of a body odor smell.
He smelled like a campfire.
He was unshaven.
His name, he told me, was Alex.
He spoke with a Russian accent.
And he said he was a mountain climber.
And he said his favorite place on earth was the top of Mount Everest and that he was in Alaska to climb Mount McKinley.
So he was on his way to Denali Park.
He rode with me in the car for about two and a half hours, asking me about why I was there, about my calling that I felt on my life and feel on my life, discussed those types of things with me, gave me tips about driving in the ice, and told me not to do things that would have caused error.
And we came to a town called Trapper Creek.
I don't know if you're familiar.
And I was not going to get gas there.
It was one of the places I was told the prices will kill you there.
And he said, you'll want to stop here because the weather is too bad.
Denali is the part where I was planning to stop.
They're going to be closed.
And so I said, okay.
And he'd been in the car for two and a half hours.
We talked extensively about Everest and his plan to see the top of Mount McKinley.
Well, we stopped.
I got out, started fueling the car.
He grabbed his small backpack that he had, walked into, I saw him walk into the gas station, a little junction station, had a little cafe in it.
He walked through the doors.
When I finished filling up, I went in to use the restroom and pay and grab a bite.
And I asked the clerk, I said, where's the man that just walked in?
And she looked at me and said, you're the only one who's been here for hours.
And I said, no, a man just walked through these doors.
We spent 20 minutes walking around the back of the building.
We followed the tracks back to the two sets of tracks, back to the truck.
He was nowhere to be found.
There was icy wetness where he had been sitting in the truck.
The truck still smelled like him.
So at that point, I've chalked it up to, you know, was it a ghost?
Was it an angel?
I don't know.
I wouldn't have had enough gas when I got to Denali.
It may be that living on the other side, as he may have been doing, he could spend time on Everest because I can assure you the average human being can't breathe at the top of Everest.
Not for long.
There are a few who claim they've tried.
But the fact of the matter is there is not enough oxygen up there to support a human being.
And frequently, the stay on Everest is not somewhere.
Put it this way.
It's not a place you lollygag around at all.
You get there, and then you get down, if you can, as fast as you can.
Okay, let's go back to Barb.
And we've got the next one coming up that just is awful.
You've called me about six times now, still not having fixed whatever it is going on.
I'm so sorry with your audio, but you're going to have to work on that.
Here's what I recommend.
There is a Skype Echo server, Robert, and you can call it, talk to it, and it will play back your audio, and then you'll hear what your audio is doing.
I'm terribly sorry we can't get you on.
I really, truly am.
But you've tried that about half dozen times now with the same setup, and it's just not going to do the job.
So what ended up happening was the cop ended up shining like this big bright light like they always do.
But he said that for some reason when the cop asked him to put on the window, he felt a cold shiver.
So what ended up happening was the cop, you know, told him, hey, why were you going so fast?
He said, well, I just got out of a gig and I'm supposed to be home at 10 o'clock, but it's 2 o'clock in the morning and I want to get back to my house.
So the cop ended up telling him, you know what?
Well, you were going 90 on the 60, so I'm going to have to give you a ticket.
I mean, there's no other way you could have killed someone.
So he's like, okay, just go ahead and give me the ticket.
I just want to get home.
So, you know, he ended up writing him the ticket and everything.
And he said, you know what?
Just be very careful out here because there might be like a whole bunch of killers out on the road or whatever.
So just drive safe and lock your doors.
So he ended up going, you know, back home.
The next day, he said, you know what, I'm going to go ahead and pay the ticket.
So he went down to the, you know, to go pay the ticket.
And the lady up front said, well, what are you here for?
Well, I'm going to pay a ticket because I was going this much over the speed limit.
So she checked the ticket and she said, okay, well, let me go ahead and just verify something real quick.
So for some reason, he said that they're taking a long time.
And he said, is everything okay?
And they're like, yeah, yeah.
But we're wondering who gave you this ticket?
So he said, well, there was this cop last that gave me a ticket.
And, you know, it was like 3 o'clock in the morning or 2 o'clock.
So she's like, okay.
Well, she got really upset.
And she said, sir, are you joking with me?
Because you could get arrested for giving a fake ticket.
So he's like, no, no, actually, I mean, a cop actually wrote a ticket out for me for going 30 miles over.
You're going to hear me talking about another EVP in this.
You're going to hear me talking about how the quality was, and I'm saying you can tell he's real quiet and draggy, and it sounds like it hurts him to talk.
And this EVP was recorded, and it says, we can talk.
At the beginning of the show, before the first EVP came out, There was a spliced voice that came in while the two of you were talking, and we don't think you heard it.
We all heard it.
Did you hear it?
No.
You're going to have to go back and listen to it.
It was like right around the beginning, the first couple of EVPs.
And it was the cemetery that we've gotten so many great EVPs from.
This voice, we recorded him many times in the first couple of years that we would go there.
Really?
Or there were several of them that had the same voice.
But anyway, you're going to hear, we were discussing a voice that was previously recorded that said A Company when a military headstone was being read aloud.
And Roger was relating this and erroneously said Company A, real proud.
You'll hear Roger say that.
And I recorded this voice repeating him, Company A. So, okay, here we go.
Well, Barb, it has been unusually amazing tonight, a mixture that we've done, and I don't know how to thank you for doing this.
I know it took a very great deal of prep on the part of my producer and working with you, and then to be able to mix it with some of the greatest stories we've ever had on a show of this sort.