Ghosts: True Encounters with the World Beyond
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Join paranormal expert and storyteller extraordinaire Hans Holzer as he explores ghostly manifestations of every variety and delves into the true nature of "the other side." In this groundbreaking book--featuring eye-opening photographs of ghostly apparitions and visitations--Holzer presents hundreds of case histories, tips on interpreting sounds and other signals from the beyond, and more.
Hans Holzer is the author of 120 books, including The Truth About Witchcraft, The New Pagans, Hans Holzer's Travel Guide to Haunted Houses, and Witches. He died in 2009.
their room, getting ready to retire. It was a cold night, but no wind was about. The windows were the French window type that locked with a heavy iron rod from top to bottom. No one could open the window from the outside, the only way it could be opened would be from the inside, by pushing the rod up. “We don’t have to lock the window tonight, do we?” Vera said. “It isn’t windy.” But they decided to do it anyway as they did every night. They put their shoes on the window sill, something they
portrait of the late John F. Kennedy. The substance seems to be greenish-white, soap-like, soft material, and there is a glow to it, although it is not as strong a glow as that of commercial fluorescent material. I questioned all members of the household again. There was no doubt that no one had been playing tricks on any of them by painting fluorescent letters or that anyone from the outside could have gotten into the house to do so without the Rays’ knowledge. Of that I became sure and quite
to sneak out to Maco and have a first glance at the haunted spot. The results were disappointing. It was not so much that the ghost did not show, but what did show up was most disturbing. The Wilmington Star summed it up like this: An unwilling Old Joe Baldwin exercised his ghostly prerogative Wednesday night by refusing to perform before what may have been his largest audience. Huddled in small clusters along the railroad tracks near the center of this tiny Brunswick County village, an
we had some light now and then. How else can you explain all the work we did down there? We couldn’t have done it entirely in darkness. The only time I was really scared was when we saw two men dressed like power linemen. Don’t ask me what men like that were doing down on the bottom. But I saw them. Hank asked me two or three times to ask the men for some light. This idea scared me down to my toes. I had the feeling this was something outside of our reach, that we shouldn’t talk or do anything.
President’s permission to do so, or, if he preferred, that he deny the statements made in the article linking him to these activities. Far from denying it, Lincoln replied, “The only falsehood in the statement is that half of it has not been told. The article does not begin to tell the things I have witnessed.” The séances held in the White House may well have started when Lincoln’s little boy Willie followed another son, Eddie, into premature death, and Mrs. Lincoln’s mind gave way to a state