I love the show. I listen every Sunday night on 3KMGRADIO In Boulder, CO. (FM 100.7). I look forward to your witty comments and great stories. One night the wife and I were listening and she told me I should tell you our story. So, I hope you like it and I hope you share it.
I was camping with my family in the late 80’s. My two kids were very young at 3 and 6. We were on our way to California to meet up with my brother and his family and then head to Disneyland. Each night we stop, camp and each night we would have a relaxed dinner by the campfire. On our third night out we were traveling through New Mexico. It is beautiful there. Words can’t describe the desert at night. There is a peace that is very hard to explain. However, that peace was shattered.
My boy came running back to camp and yelled that he was being chased. My wife and I looked around and saw nothing. But he just pointed and said, “The Light!” Sure enough a pillar of soft yellow light just walked right into camp. It floated from place to place as if looking for something and then just faded away. We all saw it and we all felt it. By that I mean at the very same moment we all felt profoundly sad. Even the baby began to cry. That too faded and things returned to normal.
We went to bed that night, but none of us slept. What was it? Who was it? What was it looking for? I have no idea.
Thank you for your show,
JG Rathbone
Well JG that was a timely post. You see this week on Ron’s Amazing Stories we talk quite a bit about Orbs, Ghost Lights and UFOs. Sylvia is back for another round of ghost stories and guess what! That is the topic! You can listen to this podcast on Thursday at Ron’s Amazing Stories, download it from Apple Podcasts, stream it on Stitcher Radio or on the mobile version of Spotify. Do you prefer the radio? We are heard every Thursday at 10:00 pm and Sunday Night at 11:00 PM (EST) on AMFM247.COM. Check your local listing or find the station closest to you at this link
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This time we have a story from Gerry In New England. That is all I know about him, but I do love his story. He sent this in via the website and it was on the show a few years ago. Over the years I have had a lot of fisherman stories sent in and every time they have been UFO tales. Connection? Who Can say.
– Ron
Here is Gerry’s Story:
Ron, I loved what you did during the month of October and I should have shared my story then, but I was afraid. My wife said even if they don’t believe you it still a good story, so for better or worse here it is:
I work as a fisherman off the coast of New England. My job is to gaff the fish as they come into the boat, kill it, and then put it into the icebox. A much easier job than say, running the net, but back breaking nonetheless. We fish in the early mornings, fill the boat, and head to the market to sell our catch.
There are long stretches where there is nothing to do. So we, the crew, would talk a lot and look out at the ocean. One morning before the sun was up I saw a light way off. It bobbed up and down like a buoy would, but still looked strange. I pointed it out to my crewmates and they agreed that it didn’t look right. We forget about it and set about to get ready for the day. Margret (he’s a guy) broke the silence and shouted that light was closer. Sure enough that bobbing light was heading straight towards us at a high rate of speed. It had to be a boat. It was an odd shaped flat triangle with lights at each corner. As it got closer we could see it was smooth on sides and completely flat on the bottom. As a boat it would be useless, but as a flying machine it seemed right at home. It flew right over the top of the boat, slapping water in every which way. We were soaked. It didn’t stop, didn’t float and didn’t make a single engine sound. Of course with the wild crazy water spray any engine noise could have been drowned out.
It flew towards shore and we finally lost sight of it. What was it? What happened? None of us ever found it because the captain ordered us not to report it. Just as well who would believe us anyway? Thanks for letting me share my tale. I hope you put it on the show.
– Gerry
This Week’s Podcast: On the show this week we have more Bigfoot stories, a episode of The Shadow, and a short story read by Jerome Lawson. You can listen to this podcast on Thursday at Ron’s Amazing Stories, download it from Apple Podcasts, stream it on Stitcher Radio or on the mobile version of Spotify. Do you prefer the radio? We are heard every Thursday at 10:00 pm and Sunday Night at 11:00 PM (EST) on AMFM247.COM. Check your local listing or find the station closest to you at this link
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Our story for this week comes from episode RAS #305 – Arizona Lightning. It was sent in by Jasen of Carefree, Arizona here is his original email. If you want to hear the podcast version follow the link above.
Hello Ron,
I listen to the podcast every week and I love it. In fact my whole family listens to you! I work for the APS group. Which provides electrical power for over a million people! I am what would be called a lineman and drive the desert regions of the state a lot. This is what happened to me on a June night in 1995.
I was sent out on an inspection tour. This was a dream job and very coveted because you drive a set of power lines checking substations and recording values. Today this job is all computerized and we are only sent to a station when it reports an error.
I was driving between stations when I saw a flash of light. It was lightning, actual bolts spraying out from a lone, isolated storm. I had never seen lightning like that before. I stared in awe. It looked like jewelry, some kind of tiara, on a mountain. I never knew that 4:00 am could be so beautiful. I never knew it could be so terrifying.
I drove closer to the storm in hopes of capturing some pictures. I am not a photographer, but I always took my camera on these trips, because you never know what you will see out there. I was within five miles of the storm when the van stopped. I don’t mean turned off and rolled to a stop. I mean it just stopped! I was wearing a seat belt, so no harm done, but I thought for sure I had hit something. I grabbed for my radio to report in, but all I could hear was static. I got out of the car and looked at the front of the van, no damage and no barrier of any kind. I looked out at the storm and that is my last memory. The next thing I remember was being back in the van driving to the next substation. I glanced at my watch and it was 5:00 am. Almost an hour had passed.
The story does not end there. Several weeks later I took the roll of film that was in my camera, to be developed. There were three perfect pictures of the lightning storm. I don’t remember taking these pictures. Also, the quality of photos were better than my skills would allow. Lucky shots maybe, but why don’t I remember them?
Jasen – Carefree, Arizona
This Week’s Podcast: On the show this week we are loaded with stories. We have stories from you guys, a mind bender of a science fiction story, a brand new Johnny Is It True?, and an old favorite brought back by request. You can listen to this podcast on Thursday at Ron’s Amazing Stories, download it from Apple Podcasts, stream it on Stitcher Radio or on the mobile version of Spotify. Do you prefer the radio? We are heard every Thursday at 10:00 pm and Sunday Night at 11:00 PM (EST) on AMFM247.COM. Check your local listing or find the station closest to you at this link
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This time we have a story sent in by Shamir Dongsuk. Shamir lives in Ely Nevada and leads a ghost hunting group there. It first appeared in episode #281 – The Ghost Of Berlin, NV. Here is the email he sent in via the website:
Hello, my name is Shamir and I have a ghost tale for you. Many people have strange hobbies and I guess you have to put me on the list. You see me and my mates go to the many ghost towns of Nevada to hunt and find evidence. Most of the time we come home tired and empty handed. There was this one time we came home tired, scared and with this true story. The only evidence he has are some evps, bad pictures and soiled garments.
FACT: There are more ghost towns in Nevada than towns occupied by the living. By that count, it would take you years, if not a lifetime, to explore them all. One of them is the remote town of Berlin. Long before it was occupied by miners in the late 1800s, Berlin was home to a sharp-toothed reptile who roamed the warm ocean waters that overran Nevada 225 million years ago. In 1897, in the post-dinosaur era, Berlin was founded as a small mining camp with a peak population of 300. The town consisted of, a stagecoach station, a stamp mill, a school, and two blacksmith shops. Its downfall began in 1907 when the miners demanded higher wages and were refused. Today, 13 buildings still stand and my group agree this place is haunted.
We set up camp at a nearby campground. Our first night out while adventurous and fun.. was quiet. The second night we must have woken up because it was anything but quiet. EVPs, strange noises and even some missing equipment was the theme.
It was that third and final night of hunting that had my team and I running for the hills.
I was in what was left of a small home. The north wall was completely gone and the roof was nothing more than a few cross beams. I had a recorder and my partner, Barb, was sweeping with the EMF detector. We both commented at the same time about a temperature drop. When recording changes you say your name, time of day and make your statement. That is so that the person reviewing tape can know it was a team member and also record the information.
We made the statements and a then third voice, clear as day says, “ That happens here every night in the spring.” We both looked at each other and I watched barb go white.
I replied, “Oh have you lived here long?” Complete silence.
It was barb, who spoke next. She said, “My detector is dead.”
I again turned to my friend and standing next to her was a complete full-figured gal. She was all white and dressed in what best could be described as a nightgown of some sort. “Barb,” I began, “You are not alone over there. I just…..
She screamed and started to flail about like she was being attacked by wasps. “Get it off!” she yelled.
I ran over to her and I noticed that the full-figured gal was running towards her as well. I happened to get a look at her face and she looked as perplexed as I did. We arrived at Barb to find that a large tarantula was climbing up her leg. I knocked the thing off with my finger and then remembered the ghost. I looked around and she/it was gone.
Barb was still whining about the spider, but was calm enough to ask who it was that came to help. I told her and that was it Barb. She handed me her detector and went back to camp. I stayed in that building for the next three hours and never had anything else happen. After we returned home and reviewed all of the data there was nothing recorded for that time. A real shame.
We had one more event. Another group was in one of the blacksmiths shops. When a team member asked, “Do you want us to leave?” the reply was, “Yes”. We thought the reply so cool we decided to accept the comment and ended the investigation.
Shamir Dongsuk
Ron’s Thoughts: That is an amazing story. Incredible! I had never heard of Ely, Nevada so I just had to look it up. It was founded as a stagecoach station along the Pony Express and Central Overland Route. Ely had a mining boom with the discovery of copper in 1906. Most of the stations connecting the First Transcontinental Railroad to these mines have long been removed. However the railroad to Ely is preserved as a heritage railway by the Nevada Northern Railway. It is known as the Ghost Train of Old Ely. As of the 2010 census, the population of Ely was 4,255.
To Shamir I say thank you for your story that is a special one
-Ron
This Week’s Podcast: On the podcast this week we head to dreamland with four crazy stories from you guys that are amazing. Dreams, Night terrors, Shadows and Fingernail Pulling are just some of the events! You can listen to this podcast on Thursday at Ron’s Amazing Stories, download it from Apple Podcasts, stream it on Stitcher Radio or on the mobile version of Spotify. Do you prefer the radio? We are heard every Thursday at 10:00 pm and Sunday Night at 11:00 PM (EST) on AMFM247.COM. Check your local listing or find the station closest to you at this link
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Many of you have been asking when we are going to have the new podcast. Well, life is a funny thing and sometimes it throws you curveballs. I have had to put the “Live” part of this project on hold for now, but the blog part continues. This week we have a story that came in a few years ago from Alberto Sandoval who lives in Central Valley, California.
Alberto Writes:
My mother’s stories about her experiences are what got me into the paranormal in the first place. My interest grew by hearing other people tell similar stories on this oh so interesting subject. She told many stories to us, her children. They ranged from the infamous Llorona (pronounced yo-rohna) to disembodied baby cries, as well as witnessing a floating ball of light, the size of a basketball, which seemed to float around in an errant manner. What makes these stories scary are the settings where they took place. Places like old homesteads that lacked running water and lighting made for very dark nights that added to the horror of it all. Moonlit nights did not fare any better, even if they improved one’s ability to see, it only served to play with your imagination. A bush or natural formation of any sort took on a scary aspect and made it appear as if there was always something sinister In those shadows waiting to pounce on you. Here is one of my mother’s story which I have named, “Haunted Home In Old Mexico”
This account takes place in the summer months of 1962. The setting is a rural ranch house in central Mexico. This was a point in time where this particular area in Mexico did not have access to common utilities such as electricity or running water. The moonless nights made for a very dark setting and the lack of housing or neighbors meant a very desolate and eerie panorama on any given night.
My parents were born and raised in the area and they both have had paranormal experiences. My father once saw a haunting scene where a man that was killed by the federal troops during the Mexican Revolution retraced his final steps before being shot to death. My mother had MANY stories of her own, from hearing disembodied baby cries coming from a corral to accounts of a wailing heard by all her family said to be that of La Llorona.
In this story my mother and father were recently married and my eldest brother was only a few months old. My parents were young and searching for a home with some land where they could live and farm. An uncle informed them that another uncle had been living in a house with his family, and was moving. My parents would be welcome to stay there if they wished. Later they found out that the reason they were leaving the place was a female cousin was being tormented by apparitions and paranormal happenings. It was said my mother’s cousin was so traumatized by the activity that she was a shell of her former self. She was pale, skinny and wasn’t eating. Fear of losing their daughter, her parents finally decided to leave the house out of desperation and my parents agreed to move in.
Almost immediately they began hearing strange noises in the house. At night they would hear scratching and banging throughout. My mother was scared and my father did not want to show fear so he chose to ignore the activity. On one occasion the noises were so bad that my father decided to investigate after my mother’s insistence that something was wrong.
The noise was coming from a room above them. Most houses in the area built these rooms as warehouses to store grain and equipment. My father insisted that it was rodents or some other animal that had dropped something onto the floor. He went up the stairs to the room and returned a short time later looking puzzled. My mother knew he wouldn’t find anything because it had been completely empty since they moved in. There was no explanation for that loud thumping noise coming from that storage room and that put my parents on edge. Secretly, my father did not want to accept he was scared.
Another curious noise my parents frequently heard was described as, “a dragging of a large piece of rawhide.” This description continues to intrigue me as I also heard this from a Mexican podcast that interviews people who have experienced hauntings. A lady described it word by word, “as the dragging of a piece of rawhide.”
The most terrifying experience happened to my mother one day when my father was out working on the farm. My mother was busy tending to her chores when she saw a woman descending slowly down the steps from the storage room. My mother watched in horror as she came down. Her feet were not touching any of the steps. My mother was frozen in terror and lost it when the woman reached the bottom step. The apparition lifted her arm to point and opened her mouth as if trying to speak. The next thing my mother remembers is waking up to my father’s shocked expression. She explained to him what she saw and he was speechless. After this my mother no longer stayed on her own in the home and would help my father with his chores on the farm. There were more noises after her experience but she never saw anything again.
The final straw for my parents was on the occasion of my second brother’s birth. He was about a month old and my mother left him bundled up on the bed and she went out to help harvest that year’s corn. When she went to check on the baby she was taken aback to find him half on the bed and half off. It looked as if something had pulled him toward the edge. It was not possible for a month old baby to have moved himself. For my mother that was enough, after the apparition of the woman and her baby being moved, she was afraid of harm, and insisted that they leave that house, which they did.
I don’t know if that house is still standing. It was a single home on a ranch and it was far from any other homestead. That haunted home may be forgotten, but as for my mother…she will never forget.
Alberto Sandoval – Central Valley of California
This Week’s Podcast: On the podcast this week we have a Ray Bradbury story called The Earthman. Also, Paul Devin sent a true story from his childhood titled The Haunting on Rattlesnake Road. You can listen to this podcast on Thursday at Ron’s Amazing Stories, download it from Apple Podcasts, stream it on Stitcher Radio or on the mobile version of Spotify. Do you prefer the radio? We are heard every Thursday at 10:00 pm and Sunday Night at 11:00 PM (EST) on AMFM247.COM. Check your local listing or find the station closest to you at this link
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