October 30, 1995: Ghost to Ghost 1995
Callers share deeply personal accounts spanning decades and continents. A man in Canton, Michigan, describes his brother's spirit visiting him in a hotel hallway just hours after committing suicide. A caller from Houston recounts a story passed down through three generations about a spectral bird descending through a fireplace to tend a crying infant. From Guam, a caller tells of a dead brother's young sister insisting his spirit wanted them to open a cupboard that no adult could budge, revealing a letter written for her in case of his death.
A camper from Graham, Washington, describes a terrifying night on the Olympic Peninsula where enormous boulders were hurled around his camper for three hours by an unseen creature, arranged in a perfect circle by morning.
Key Moments
Detroit caller: brother summons Satan, trident burned into carpet: The first caller of the night, Casey from Detroit, describes a Ouija session about 20 years earlier where his brother called Satan, a flimsy front vestibule door slammed shut on a windless night, the lights would not work, and when they replaced a bulb they found the impression of a trident - the devil's pitchfork - pressed into the two-by-four-foot vestibule carpet, with no opportunity for anyone to have done it in the dark.
Art's Ouija warning - the witch's gift in Las Vegas: Art tells the story of his Las Vegas radio days at the Union Plaza Hotel when a woman calling herself a witch phoned in with disconcerting personal information he had to bleep, then later left him an ancient Ouija board. He refuses to say what happened to it but uses it to deliver his definitive on-air warning that Ouija boards are an opening - 'like opening a door, and you just don't know what's going to walk through' - and to flatly advise listeners not to play with them.
Aaron from Los Banos: skeleton in white dress on Blood Alley: Aaron from Los Banos, California recounts a 1951 story from his father's cousin Norbert driving home north from a Morgan Hill movie theater on the stretch of Monterey Highway known as Blood Alley. A young woman in a white dress walking the shoulder stayed exactly the same distance behind no matter how fast he sped up, then appeared floating beside the passenger window where he turned and saw a skeleton face with white straw hair and an open mouth - he slammed the brakes, closed his eyes, prayed, and when he looked back it was gone.