Some people are constantly on the move. The other day a woman joined the tour. She was living in
Saturday, February 9, 2013
Pocatello, Idaho
Some people are constantly on the move. The other day a woman joined the tour. She was living in
Madisonville, Kentucky
About a week
later the same thing happened. A moment later the assistant came in.
Peter Pan
A couple from Massachusetts shared a
few of their ghost stories during a tour. They were driving home form a camp
site when the woman saw the silhouette of a boy, like Peter Pan, leap three
times past the car and disappear into a brick wall. She said nothing to her
husband and he said nothing to her. About an hour later she mentioned it and he,
matter of fact, confirmed that he’d seen the same thing.
Another time they
were at an air museum in Massachusetts ,
taking pictures of an old WWII airplane on display, and there was a little boy
in the cockpit. She insisted to her husband that a little boy had climbed into
the plane, but he said no one could get into the plane at the height and angle
it was set.
Gainesville, TX
When one person sees a ghost, they often blow off the sighting, crediting an overactive imagination. But when multiple people see the same thing, it is harder to dismiss.
Over the Halloween holiday two couples from Texas came on the tour and the men had seen a ghost together, many years before. Back in Gainesville, Texas they had been driving with their father at about 2 o'clock in the morning, all three in the cab of a pick-up truck, in a relatively unpopulated area, when a woman in a wedding dress ran into the road in front of them. They all looked at one another, stopped the truck, and got out to look for a body.
They hadn't heard a thud, but that didn't change what they had seen. But as much as they looked around it didn't matter, there was no one there.
A week or so later, they were watching the TV and a panel on a talk show were talking about the very same sighting. Apparently they were not the only ones to see her, and fear that they had killed a woman on the road.
Over the Halloween holiday two couples from Texas came on the tour and the men had seen a ghost together, many years before. Back in Gainesville, Texas they had been driving with their father at about 2 o'clock in the morning, all three in the cab of a pick-up truck, in a relatively unpopulated area, when a woman in a wedding dress ran into the road in front of them. They all looked at one another, stopped the truck, and got out to look for a body.
They hadn't heard a thud, but that didn't change what they had seen. But as much as they looked around it didn't matter, there was no one there.
A week or so later, they were watching the TV and a panel on a talk show were talking about the very same sighting. Apparently they were not the only ones to see her, and fear that they had killed a woman on the road.
Yucca Valley, CA
It isn't often these days that you hear of people dying at home, but it is good to know it still happens. A couple came on my tour from Yucca Valley, CA and they had taken care of his mother, in the house, until she passed. She was in her eighties.
She would always wear a throw over her shoulders; it was covered in roses. When she wasn't on the couch with the throw over her shoulders, she would have it fan folded, laid neatly on the arm of the couch.
A while after she had passed the wife came home from work one evening. She had laid the throw on the couch, using it to keep the dogs from getting hair all over the couch. After work she walked into the living room to find the rose throw fan folded on the arm of the couch.
She went to her husband, in a back room, and asked why he had moved the throw because she was trying to keep the dog hair off the couch. He didn't know what she was talking about. He hadn't folded the throw and certainly not in an ornate fan fold. Only his mother did that.
She would always wear a throw over her shoulders; it was covered in roses. When she wasn't on the couch with the throw over her shoulders, she would have it fan folded, laid neatly on the arm of the couch.
A while after she had passed the wife came home from work one evening. She had laid the throw on the couch, using it to keep the dogs from getting hair all over the couch. After work she walked into the living room to find the rose throw fan folded on the arm of the couch.
She went to her husband, in a back room, and asked why he had moved the throw because she was trying to keep the dog hair off the couch. He didn't know what she was talking about. He hadn't folded the throw and certainly not in an ornate fan fold. Only his mother did that.
Friday, October 19, 2012
Beaumont, Texas 1926
A woman from Beaumont, Texas shared a great story with me tonight. The story is from her grandmother, who was Miss. Beaumont in 1921 and went on to the Miss America pageant. The story was reported in the local newspaper when everything came to light years after these events.
It all started around 1926. She and her husband lived in a little house, hallway down the middle, rooms on either side. Well, her husband did shift work, so she was alone a lot at odd hours. One night she was sitting in bed reading when a man appeared at the foot of her bed. Top hat, tails, very fancy. She said "What do you want?" and got no response. Again she asked, and he turned and walked into the wall.
She told her husband about it and he told her she was crazy. But later he found himself working nights and they were in bed in the middle of the day and the man appeared again. He just about came unglued, but she asked the man again, "What do you want?" Again, he just looked at her then turned around and walked into her wall.
Months after this her cousin came to visit. One afternoon she was in the bathroom, right off the bedroom, washing her hair in the sink, alone in the house. A shadow passed behind her and she called to Miss. Beaumont. No answer. There was a screened-in porch off the bathroom and the only way to enter it was to go through the bathroom, past her. She saw a shadow moving by the porch and again called out. Finally, she lifted her head out of the sink and standing in the doorway to the porch was the man in the top hat and tails. She fainted.
When the woman's grandmother came back, her cousin told her she could not stay with her anymore and left.
They moved away from the house and in 1938 all the houses on the block were torn down. Miss. Beaumont went to the demolition crew and asked them to let her know if they found anything when they tore down that house and gave them her name and number.
When they got to that wall they tore it down and found a door. They opened it up and there was a small room, inside was a skeleton in a top hat and tails with a bullet between his eyes.
It all started around 1926. She and her husband lived in a little house, hallway down the middle, rooms on either side. Well, her husband did shift work, so she was alone a lot at odd hours. One night she was sitting in bed reading when a man appeared at the foot of her bed. Top hat, tails, very fancy. She said "What do you want?" and got no response. Again she asked, and he turned and walked into the wall.
She told her husband about it and he told her she was crazy. But later he found himself working nights and they were in bed in the middle of the day and the man appeared again. He just about came unglued, but she asked the man again, "What do you want?" Again, he just looked at her then turned around and walked into her wall.
Months after this her cousin came to visit. One afternoon she was in the bathroom, right off the bedroom, washing her hair in the sink, alone in the house. A shadow passed behind her and she called to Miss. Beaumont. No answer. There was a screened-in porch off the bathroom and the only way to enter it was to go through the bathroom, past her. She saw a shadow moving by the porch and again called out. Finally, she lifted her head out of the sink and standing in the doorway to the porch was the man in the top hat and tails. She fainted.
When the woman's grandmother came back, her cousin told her she could not stay with her anymore and left.
They moved away from the house and in 1938 all the houses on the block were torn down. Miss. Beaumont went to the demolition crew and asked them to let her know if they found anything when they tore down that house and gave them her name and number.
When they got to that wall they tore it down and found a door. They opened it up and there was a small room, inside was a skeleton in a top hat and tails with a bullet between his eyes.
Outside of Dallas
The night before Hurricane Isaac hit the tour was pretty small. But a couple from outside of Dallas joined us and both of them had seen something in their day.
The man had driven down a road through Laurel Land cemetery late one night and saw someone jump over a barrier, cross the road in front of him and jump over the opposite barrier. He turned the car to see where the person was going and there was no one there, just the cemetery. The next day he spoke with a friend who worked there and told him the story. The friend was a security guard, if memory serves, and told the man he was crazy. But sure enough, the next night he was keeping watch and saw the mysterious person cross the road and disappear into the cemetery once again.
The lady had grown up in an old farm house outside of Dallas. The man who built it gets credit for bringing Chalet cows to the US. In her bedroom was a large circular burn mark. The story in town was the family had a daughter who was mentally ill, or handicap, and she was kept in that room. The woman had not seen the girl, but one afternoon in high school her boyfriend drove her home and she saw her father hop onto the wrap around porch and walk around to the side of the house, out of her line of vision. After he disappeared she realized her father was at work.
The man had driven down a road through Laurel Land cemetery late one night and saw someone jump over a barrier, cross the road in front of him and jump over the opposite barrier. He turned the car to see where the person was going and there was no one there, just the cemetery. The next day he spoke with a friend who worked there and told him the story. The friend was a security guard, if memory serves, and told the man he was crazy. But sure enough, the next night he was keeping watch and saw the mysterious person cross the road and disappear into the cemetery once again.
The lady had grown up in an old farm house outside of Dallas. The man who built it gets credit for bringing Chalet cows to the US. In her bedroom was a large circular burn mark. The story in town was the family had a daughter who was mentally ill, or handicap, and she was kept in that room. The woman had not seen the girl, but one afternoon in high school her boyfriend drove her home and she saw her father hop onto the wrap around porch and walk around to the side of the house, out of her line of vision. After he disappeared she realized her father was at work.
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