The boy went on to explain how that they had all lived in this house and specifically in this room before, and they all died a long time ago, but they like to come back and visit. Actually, we all were hard pressed to believe his stories. But, none of us could explain the muddy multiple sets of footprints along the side of his bed. It was obvious something made the mess. However, that wasn’t the end of the tale. My friend said he had on-going problems in that room with his son and often heard voices of people talking to him. However, every time he tried to sneak into his son’s room to catch a glimpse of the people talking, he would only find his son sitting up on the edge of his bed, wide-awake. Each time the boy said his dad chased off the cowboys. However, the last time I visited my friend and his two children at their house, was the weekend before I left to accept the bank job in Alaska. I brought my girlfriend over so we could say our farewells. He and I were on his patio outside. It was very nice day. We drank some beer; BBQ'd some ribs and just sat there enjoying the sunset and a nice spring evening. I was sitting facing the rear of the house, able to look up and see the boy's window. My friend was facing away from the house. My girlfriend was inside likely cleaning up the dishes. I suddenly caught out of the corner of my eye, a movement of something shadowy running up the back of the house and into the boy's open window. My friend and I were talking and I wasn’t really paying attention, but it was registering in the back of my mind. I think I assumed it was car lights or something. Then, two more shadowy figures did the same thing. This time, I really paid more attention and mentioned it to my friend. He turned around, but didn’t see anything. As I was explaining what I thought I saw, my girlfriend comes running out and says she heard men talking upstairs. My friend and I went into the house and looked around. We didn’t see anything. Then we went up stairs and entered the boy's room. The boy was not in the room, but we heard him laughing up on the 3rd level which is where the attic was. We slowly walked up the stairs to the attic and quietly listened. All we could hear was the boy talking and laughing. We carefully opened the door and heard a man's voice say something but we couldn’t understand what it was. By the time the door was fully open all we saw was the boy standing alone. But as before, there were a lot of muddy footprints on the floor. The boy said the mess was from the 3 cowboys that were there. Well, I never saw anything in the room. But, I did see the muddy prints. I left California a week later and I have never had contact with my friend since then.
A side note about this child…… One morning when he was staying with his dad, he got up and begun to describe how in a former life he was killed by a mace during a battle in France in 1330. He said he was to be married on that very day, but died instead. Each morning he would elaborate more and more about the events leading up to the pending marriage and his subsequent death. Finally, my friend fearing the boy was going over the edge took him to a psychiatrist that the TV show had made available to the children on the defunct program. The boy told his story and the doctor recorded it. After some time he met with my friend and said he believed that he may have read about this battle and was injecting himself into the roll of a soldier. However, he said he would further research the story because he mentioned a certain town in France that appeared to never have existed. And, the doctor felt that if he could prove he was making up the story, he could help him.
Apparently after doing his research, the doctor was convinced that the whole story was made up. But before he confronted the boy with his theory, he asked a colleague who was an expert on 13th century France, to listen to this child's tape. To everyone’s surprise, that doctor was able to confirm most of his story right down to his pending wedding. Apparently there was an actual town by the name the boy said, there was a young woman who was left at the alter by a soldier that was killed in a battle with the English, who indeed did have his head bashed in with a mace. Also, since the original doctor was unable to verify any of his story, it was because very few history books would have had any information on this little town, because it was totally destroyed 45 days later when a volcano erupted and covered it entirely with lava, killing almost 90% of everyone living there. The second doctor said he doubted seriously that he could have ever read anything about this town as he only had a small group of very rare books that had any information at all about this village and its people. The boy recalled other such stories of previous life experience, but he is a subject alone for an in-depth discussions.
My life went along pretty well without any spiritual visits until about a year after I moved to Alaska in 1975. I was transferred to Fairbanks in 1976, a very wild part of the state at the time do to the construction of the Alaska Pipeline, running from Prudhoe Bay to Valdez. A distance of about 3,500 miles. While in Fairbanks, I was asked to make the city of Nome a loan to pay for its annual liability insurance. To accommodate them I had to fly west about 800 miles to Nome, a former very popular gold mining town of the late 1800s. This was a very wild west town Wyatt Earp had operated a saloon and gambling house there for over 15 years. Other saloons and brothels were also very prominent along Front Street. They too had their version of Boot Hill. Anyway, it was a very high profile town at one point, with a population of more than 100,000 minors. I was boarded in a very old hotel that had been remodeled, but had sections that was once part of an old saloon and brothel. And, it had a reputation for being haunted. So, I was looking forward to spending the night there. After I finished my banking business I ate dinner with the town’s mayor and family, and then walked back to my hotel. I spent about 2 hours downstairs in the remodeled historical saloon and talked too many of the locals about the buildings history. Seems there were many stories, many killings and fights in the old days. The madam that ran the bordello was said to have been killed one evening by an angry patron who felt he had been cheated. And, because she was so popular, the locals upon learning of this killing captured the patron and hung him in the rafter of the very saloon I was standing in. Anyway, given all this activity, I figured if there was ever a place something might happen it was here. Around 9 PM I went ahead up to my room, undressed and got into bed. Almost immediately, I began hearing stomping and walking up and down the stairs, and along the corridor outside my room. At first I attributed it to guests coming and going. However, this kept up until well past midnight. It got so bad; I finally got up to check it out. When I opened my room door it stopped. And there was no one to be seen. I returned to bed, actually getting tired by now. I was just about to fall off to sleep when this light knocking occurred at my door. I wake up, not sure what I heard.
Then again I hear a knock, but very lightly. I get up and open the door and there is a very young woman standing at the door with a bath robe on. I asked her what was wrong and what she wanted. She stood there for a while, and then said she guessed that she was at the wrong room. She just turned and walked left down the hall. I went back to bed assuming she was a local prostitute and simply went to the wrong room. And, to be honest, I did not pay close attention to her or how she was dressed. Again some time later that night, a knock on the door woke me again. I looked at my watch and it was almost 4 AM. Then I hear the doorknob being turned, first kind of slowly, then more vigorously, with the door being shaken at the same time. Now, I was angry and assuming it was some drunk, who was trying to get into the wrong room. I jumped out of bed and was ready to get into his face. However, when I opened the door, there was no one to be seen. And, given the length of the hall, I know a drunk could not have moved away that fast. Then it occurred to me, maybe all of these interruptions were real ghosts or spirits associated with the hotel. Since I was awake, and it was too early to get up, I decided to get back into bed, but now I would stay awake and leave the door unlocked, to see what else might happen. But as you would expect nothing did. However, when I checked out I retold my story to the morning manger, who wasn’t surprised. But as to the people stomping up and down my stairs, and down the hall, he said I was the only guest that night at the end of the hotel. And, hanging above him was a picture of a young woman that looked a lot like my late night visitor. When I asked who she was he said it was the madam that had been killed by the unhappy patron. I asked what room she lived in, but he didn’t know. And, I can’t help wonder if it was her spirit. And, I also learned my section oh the hotel was where the former brothel was located. All the way home I felt like I too had been cheated. Was this my first and true encounter with a spirit? And if it was, I blew it.
I never had reason to return to Nome again, but that hotel is still there and I would love to try my hand again, in the same room. Maybe someday I will be able to do it.
From Fairbanks I was transferred south to a small town called Kenai. This is home to the world’s largest king salmon run from the Cook Inlet to the Kenai River. It is a tremendous tourist area and a very beautiful place. It is the type of place people dream of moving to and retire. But this wasn’t a totally quiet place either. This little town was the home of a once very large Russian military post. (Alaska was originally owned by Russia.) And, this outpost was home to about 500 soldiers, between 1825 and 1870. It was basically there to provide protection to fur traders and to guard against native uprisings that might interfere with what was then a very large fur trade business. Also, in this town were several tribes of Eskimos and some Indians. These people are very similar to the American Indian. In fact, their dress, dances and spirit worshiping are also very similar. It is obvious that at one point in time, they all were from the same area. However, physically the Eskimo is very Asian in appearance while the Indians are more traditional looking. Anyway, each had their individual beliefs and burial grounds. Also, outside of Fort Kenya, the Russian Fort was their own burial grounds.
The bank I worked for had a policy of provided its incoming branch managers with a free apartment for the first 6 months of being transferred to a new assignment. And, when it was time to transfer somewhere else, the bank would purchase the home the manager bought while living there. So, when I arrived, one of the bank’s board of directors owned an apartment there. And, like everyone before me, I had my choice of which ever one of the units was vacant, I got it. And, never mind that it was right next to the public cemetery, which was next to the old Russian cemetery. It was nice and it was free. One of my favorite characters I met there was the local mayor. A former New York Wall Street stock broker and a guy that looked so far out of place in Kenai as anyone could ever be. But, he loved the area and had a really nice fishing boat that he insisted I join him on one evening. Fishing the Kenai River was a real treat. And, while fishing with him one night I caught my first really big King Salmon. A 72 lb. beauty that took about 1 ½ hours to land. And that was after we drifted with it down the river about 10 miles. Anyway, I was a proud as could be of this fish. When we got back to shore, he showed me how to clean it, and I packed it off to home. I placed the salmon on my draining board, next to the sink, and took a few pictures of it.
I was anxious to get the picture developed to send copies to family and friends back home in California. Well, you could have knocked me over with a feather when I got the picture developed. Standing next to the salmon as it laid on the counter, was a shape that looked exactly like an Indian. No facial details, but there was an outline of the head with feathers, both shoulders, body, legs and one arm was touching the fish. I absolutely couldn’t believe it. I took it to a friend in town that was a camera nut and asked him to look at the negative and try to see if he could determine what would cause such an anomaly. He said he had no idea what it was. And, he sent it to a friend in Anchorage who also could not explain it. Later, I was at a dinner for a retiring leader of the area’s native tribe and I mentioned the picture to him. He was anxious to see it, and when he did, he said it was a deceased fisherman from one of the native tribes. The image didn’t surprise him at all. In their culture the dead continue right along side the living and he said looking at the picture he must have been proud of the fish too, otherwise he would not have intruded in the picture. Who knows, but after that, I bought a good camera and spent a lot of time taking pictures of the two cemeteries at night.
Picture taking brings me to another comment. I cannot tell you how many pictures I tossed out because they had those little circles and white streaks in them. It wasn’t until I recently started looking at various ghost web sights on the internet that discussed orbs, white streaks and ecto. Most of my pictures had some or all of these things. And, I just thought they were bad pictures.
It was later this same year that I met a very lovely lady in Kenai that was employed by the local court house. She and I hit it off immediately. I was really taken with her. And, while I was building a new home there, she jumped right in to help out. On one of the evenings we were working late, we both observed a strange glow in the backyard.
I pointed it out to her, and we walked close enough to it to almost touch it. Then it just zoomed away. We looked at each other and at first I was hesitant to saying anything about ghost or anything, as I fearful of scaring her off. But she immediately brought it up, so it was OK. I have no idea what that energy was, but it opened our communication totally up. As time went on, I told her everything and she did the same. It seems she had a grandfather that died in Anchorage several years before, but every birthday (hers) she thinks he visits her for a moment or two. She says he smoked a pipe, and she had given him a special tobacco blend that he always used. And, every birthday, before she goes to bed, the smell of that tobacco is very strong in her house.
But something occurred soon after that which to this day I think was responsible for what happened in my new Anchorage house. It began innocently enough, by my association with a bank customer that built houses. His wife worked in the same office with my girlfriend, and they were very good friends. So, as knew the husband, we all began getting together socially. They all loved to play cribbage, and almost every Wednesday we usually went to their home to play, because they had two little girls and the kids could sleep in their own beds. After a winter season passed the husband was talking to me about establish a line of credit for his upcoming construction season when he told me how happy he was because his wife was again pregnant. He came from a very large family in Kansas and he wants children. Well, later that week I was called by my girlfriend and informed that this guy had fallen off of the roof of a house he was building and broken his arm. It was a hard fall, but he seemed OK. However, it turned out that wasn’t the real problem. Apparently he told the doctor that he became dizzy on the roof, passed out and fell. So, the doctoring in our little town was not real sophisticated. So, the doctor made him go to Anchorage for a proper check up. Unfortunately, the test confirmed that he had an inoperable brain tumor. And, they gave him only months to live. It was very sad. The baby was due in about 6 months and he confided to me he would be sure to live long enough to see it born. He refused to take any treatment, since they said it was fatal. But he did load up on pain pills. We watched this 6ft 3inch, 230 lb man dwindle to about 90 lbs. In about 180 days. It was awful. Yet, he never lost his sense of humor. He loved his wife and really enjoyed being with his kids. And, right up until a week before he died he was able to remain at home. On the night his wife went into labor, my girlfriend drover her to the hospital.
I went to their house to sit with him. He was so excited wanting to know the sex of the child that he couldn’t contain himself. He was hoping for a boy, to go with his two daughters. After an hour or so, my girlfriend called and said it was a boy. And at that moment in time, tumor or not, he was the happiest man I ever saw. The next day he was taken to the hospital for his final days of life. The wife and new child were also still there and he was able to hold his new son once before he died. The wife said in spite of his pain, the holding of that child was like therapy for him. Later, at his funeral and at his home after the mourners had left his wife told us that his last 3 nights were so very peaceful. He told her that each night he would travel out of his body and went to visit all of his relatives in Kansas.
Of course, I had never heard of such a thing and didn’t question the wife about it. But later that night, my girlfriend explained that there is a medical theory that terminally ill people often do this to not only get away from their pain, but to actually say good bye to friends and relatives. AND, hearing that comment, I immediately wondered if all of the visits I had that I thought were dreams could have been from these types of visits? It made very good sense and was an acceptable explanation.
So, I became very curious about out of body experiences. I read everything I could find. I learned there were multiple plains one could travel through. Some more dangerous than others. Everything I read lead one to believe it is something we all can do, and very often we have already done it at one time or another. But all of these books cautioned the amateur not to attempt to do it alone. It said there needed to be a guider to help you get back, and if you get too far out into other dimensions, there were demons that would try to divert you, and cause you to become lost. Anyway, I wanted to try it. So, on one of the nights my girlfriend could spend the entire night, I tried it. The instructions clearly said how to go about it, and not to be too anxious, as it might take hours of concentration before the first actual experience would succeed. Well, after many attempts, I finally succeeded. I believe I was on the ceiling looking down at my own body and my girlfriend. The instructions said to go no farther when this happened and to return immediately. And, to do so, you only had to think “return.” I did, and instantly I was back and awake. My girlfriend did not realize I had done it, but she did say she thought she saw a white mist or something like it rise up and hover on the ceiling for a while. I was exhausted. But I was sure I had done it. Over the next several months I would do it easier and more often. And, after a while I began to travel at first from room to room. In fact, I would have my girlfriend hide something of hers somewhere and I would go look for it. I think she was still skeptical that I was really doing this, until after one trip I returned and told her she had placed her black bra on the tall lampshade downstairs in the guest bedroom. Which is exactly what she did. After that, there was no doubt on her part. I think doing this really spooked her, because she refused to stay with me if I wanted to do it anymore. But, by now I had decided I didn’t need a guide anyway to get back. On my own I would simply think where I wanted to go, and instantly I was there. One night I decided to journey as far as I could. I wondered if I could visit my mother in California. I laid on the bed, arms stretched out, and palms up, concentrating on a spot on the ceiling. Soon, I felt my body rise up, exit through the ceiling and I felt the night air. I was moving incredibly fast and before I knew where I was, I saw my mother sitting in bed reading a book. Beside her was this tiny white little dog. (I had never seen this dog before.) I tried to talk to my mom, but she couldn’t hear me. But the dog apparently could because it barked non-stop at me. Getting a little tired and scared I said to myself, back. And everything moved rapidly in reverse, and I was soon back in my bed. This trip really tired me out and I fell asleep almost immediately. I sleep until noon the next day. Something I never did before. I got up, called the office (as it was a weekday) and told them I would be in soon. That night I called my mom. And, I discovered that she had just purchased a tiny cockapoo, white puppy. So, did I travel to her or not? I think I did.
After a while this became boring and I let it alone for a month or two. Then I began reading more and more about traveling through other dimensions. And, even though I was skeptical, I was also afraid to try it. I knew I couldn’t ask my girlfriend to help, because she believed I had stopped doing it all together. But finally one night after downing a couple of Jack Daniels and water, I said to myself, do it.
I laid there remembering everything I had read about. Soon it was pitch black. I didn’t know where I was or what direction to go. Then, all of a sudden I saw a grassy meadow and a farmhouse. I thought how nice this looked. I was instantly inside the house. I remember seeing a farmer, his wife and 2 kids, and they could see me too. The wife said it wasn’t safe for me to be there, and I should go back immediately. The children and husband just stared at me, and said nothing. The wife is getting very verbal and actually takes my arm and pushes me upwards, causing me to float back outside of the house into the air. I look around and I see a beautiful countryside, with miles and miles of open planted green fields. Then, I feel some type of danger. I didn’t see anything but I just felt it. So, back a thought and I was soon in my bed. Had I dreamed it? I wasn’t sure.
I tried it again after a couple of more nights, this time I was back in the same farmhouse, but instead of traveling there in the air seeing the beautiful fields, I was instantly in the house. Again the wife tells me to leave. But this time the husband bends over and opens the trap door to his basement. He points downward and says what I want is in there. I approach the trap door and I feel something very evil is down there. I do not see anything, but it scares me badly, and I immediately wish to retreat back to my bed. However, I am still there and all of my wishing isn’t working. I am scared, because the books say these demons want to keep you from returning if they can. It also says it can kill you if you cannot return. I remember looking at the wife, and as always she appears to want to help me. I say nothing nor does she, yet in my mind, I hear her say to keep trying. I do, and then I am able to return to my bed. I am sweating profusely, my heart is pounding and I have to get out of bed to walk around and calm down. My dog is down stairs, (She is a puppy) so, as I walk down to her, I see her looking up at me and at the walls and ceiling. She too is afraid, and when I get close enough, she comes over stands behind my feet. I wonder what is it she sees? Did something come back with me? I see nothing, but something is bothering her. Then, just as quickly as she became afraid, she is OK, as whatever it was, appears to be gone.
Soon after this event, I am transferred back to Anchorage. My girlfriend and I try for a short period of time to stay together by me flying her back and forth every other weekend. But our relationship just isn’t the same anymore. I fear my out of body experiments spooked her too badly.
Soon after getting back to Anchorage I found a lot to buy so I can build my dream house. It took about 9 months to build and I am able to move in almost a year from the date I moved back to Anchorage.
For the first few months it is just me and my dog, with occasional parties, and no serious problems. Then, one night I am bored, I decide to see if I can still just get out and roam the immediate area. I do it easily, and it is fun. I feel the night air and just float around until I decide it is enough and I return. I am now doing this maybe 2 or 3 times a week. Sometimes going downtown other times just around the neighborhood. I remember once spooking my dog, as she can obviously see me, and she knows who it is but she does not like it. So, I decide not to tease her again.
Soon I am dating a new person (who eventually becomes wife # 2) and she too is interested in the possibility of spirits and ghosts. One day she and I are at lunch, and the subject of out of body experimentation comes up. I think I was telling her about the young guy in Kenai that died of the brain tumor, and how he said he went out to visit relatives to say good-bye before he died. With that I told her of my trips. She of course didn’t believe me. So, I invited her to place some object in her bedroom that was unique and something I could never guess what it was. I had only been to her house a few times, and I was never in her bedroom. So, I figured that was a good place for her to hide something. I was confident in being able find it and prove my theory. So, that night I took her home and she promises hide something odd. I remember that it was raining that night and I had never attempted to cruse around in the rain. When I got home and went to bed, I remember that I had a very tough time getting out. I do remember getting to her house, but I was confused and could not seem to navigate around very easily. I know I looked around, but I was never sure where I was. And, before I knew it, I am back home in bed.
The next day she calls me, anxious to hear my story and to find out if I saw what she hid for me. I confessed that I think I bombed out. Then, as if by magic, an image appears to me. I said to her, do you have a French telephone? Long pause, yes. Did you have a pair of nylon stockings tied to the receiver and a light bulb tied to the other end? Even longer pause, Yes! Oh my God she exclaimed, you were actually there. Too this day I cannot remember seeing this object, but I must have.
Soon after this she began spending the nights on weekends at my house. She wanted to witness my out of body experimenting. She swore when I would leave my body I would actually slightly levitate. And, like my former girlfriend, she said a white mist would be seen rising up and out of the ceiling when I would depart. Another odd thing she would say is when I was gone the first time she thought I had died because I did not appear to be breathing. But she said she was afraid to touch me if I was not dead, thinking it would disturb my re-entry. I was never able to read what would happen if I was disturbed while I was out of body, nor whether or not I continued to breathe regularly. Obviously I did breathe, but I do not know how much.
In my first story to you I mention the door knocking, the compressions on my chest and everything else. When these things happened, I wondered if my traveling around had caused something to attach it's self to me, and I brought it back. Not knowing, I decided to completely stop the out of body experiences. And, to this very day I haven’t tried it again.
I was constantly aware of entities living in my new home. And, we became use to them. We were never fearful of anything in that house. However, when we decide to move back to California, I was forced to stay with my mom for about 2 weeks, until I could find somewhere to rent. While at her house there were no problems. However, as soon as I left she began to experience terrible hauntings. The first thing that occurred was the feeling like someone was in her bedroom, constantly trying to pull off her blankets. She said when it first began, she assumed it was her own body just rolling around, but it soon became more obvious. She got to a point she was afraid to go to sleep. Then the events escaladed. As she would sit watching TV the light from her lamps in her bedroom would switch off and on by themselves. Then she would be in her living room and her stove in the kitchen would start rocking and shaking. Dishes got knocked out of the cupboards, and her personal treasures like china knick-knacks would disappear. She was very frightened by all of this. And, I couldn’t help but wonder if my spirits in Anchorage might have somehow attached themselves to me and traveled to California, dropping off at my mother’s house while I was there. And, maybe they stayed with her because I wasn’t afraid of them and she was? However, what they obviously had not counted on was how tough she is. She took these events in stride and began getting angry at what ever it was. In fact, one night when the covers were being pulled off, she swung a crow bar she kept under her bed at it and damned it to leave her alone. Then she told what ever it was to put back her knick-knacks. And, leave the lights alone.
Then, one morning she was sitting on her front porch waiting for the morning paper to be delivered, when her stove started up shaking violently again. She just sat on the door entry, smoking a cigarette. She leans back into the house and yells at what ever it was to stop and leave. (She had never ordered it to leave before, just stop bothering her.) Now, knowing my mother, I am sure she used very firm words when ordering it to leave. She said no sooner had she told it to leave, than something very heavy stepped on her hand, which was on the floor as she sat there waiting for the paper. She said it was just as if it did it intentionally, while exiting her house. And, to this day she has never had any problems again. But, she never did find her missing knick-knacks either.
"I even think there might be something to the sightings of Big Foot.
And, I definitely believe in extra terrestrial life."
"How can earth people be so arrogant as to believe
we are the only life forms in the universe?"
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