No Home for Children - Audio Stories Podcast 0026

In Seattle, It’s known as “Lytton Cottage.”  The Lytton family built the cottage in 1888.  Originally, it had been sited on one hundred and fifty acres of land (as a small farm with incredible views of Lake Washington).  The family had made a success of the farm until Thanksgiving Day 1899. 

Sometime during that night, they were all murdered by a transient named Jacob Bird.  Bird used a double edge ax taken from the family’s wood shed to kill and dismember Shari, Thomas, their two children Jenny and Tom Jr. and Shari’s father Henry Morgan.  He also killed their dog Butch and all the families’ livestock.  

He stacked the family’s bloody bodies, like wood, in one of the bedrooms in the house.  Then he took a bath, put on some of Thomas clothes, and made himself breakfast.   At some point, he fell asleep.  He was still asleep when he was captured by the sheriff’s patrol.  On the wall of the bedroom where the bodies were found, Bird had written in his victim’s blood, “No home for children.”    

This is Audio Stories with J.B. Simien and this is a story about the paranormal nature of a particular dwelling.  It’s titled “Lytton Cottage, No Home for Children.”   If you are hearing this story on YouTube, please subscribe to this channel and click the like symbol.  If you are hearing the story in the Audio Stories Podcast, please review it and like it in iTunes or in whatever podcast directory that you use.  With your help, I’m hopeful that more people discover these stories.  

Before his death by hanging on November 12, 1900, Jacob Bird bragged that he had killed more than one hundred people throughout North America.  He used his last words to place a curse on everyone involved in sending him to his death and stopping God’s work.  Strangely, within three years of his execution, the five men most associated with the case all died by strangulation.  

Peter Duggen, the neighbor who discovered Bird sleeping, choked in his sleep.  Deputy Sherriff Frank Hodge, the man who arrested Bird, choked in his sleep.  Edward Josh, the Prosecuting Attorney, choked in his sleep.  James Horrigan, the Presiding Judge, choked in his sleep.  George Sherman, Bird’s  Defense Attorney (whom Bird blamed for an ineffectual defense), choked in his sleep.  It’s a wondered Bird didn’t place a curse God for allowing him to be caught.

By 1901, an electric railway had been extended into the neighborhood from the City of Seattle.  Over the next twenty years, the area changed from rural farm land to suburban neighborhood.   Finally, it was annexed by the City of Seattle.   The land became valuable as lots for housing.  Except for the cottage and the lot upon which it set, the remainder of the farm was sold by the owner.  He kept the cottage to rent out but it soon fell into disrepair.  

In those days, no tenant would live there for more than a few weeks at a time.  The place went through long periods with no occupants.  There are newspaper accounts from 1906 through 1918 of several vagrants found dead in the cottage by the county sheriff’s patrol.  Their deaths were attributed to disease or accidents.  The locals claimed it was the Lytton cottage ghosts.

In September 1920, Maude Adams purchased the cottage at a county tax auction.  She was a war widow with two small children.  County records show that the cottage was remodeled to include adding electrical power and indoor plumbing.  The family lived a quiet life.  However, the cottage retained a reputation for unusual happenings with the neighbors.  

This is one of the neighborhood stories (there are more).  A young girl was visiting Cordelia Adams the daughter of Maude Adams.  They were playing in Cordelia’s room when they heard Maude call to them from the kitchen for help.  As the girls were moving to the kitchen, Maude came out of her bedroom into the hallway and stopped them.  With her index finger pressed to her lips, Maude motioned for the girls to be quiet.  Maude said in a whisper to the girls, I heard her call you too.  It wasn’t me.  There were other stories of house guest awaking to find the ghost of deceased relatives standing beside their beds or worst kneeling on top of their chest.  

Mrs. Adams passed away, in the cottage, in January 1963 of natural causes.  Her children turned the house into a rental after they were unable to sell it and didn’t choose to live there.  The cottage was first rented to a family in the fall of 1963.  The family moved out of the cottage before the end of the year.  No explanation was given. That began a long troubled period of short term rental tenants until 1983.  Then it was purchased by the Gannon family (primarily for the views of Lake Washington).  

The Gannon’s (Thomas and Emma) had a boy and a girl under age ten.  One night a few days after  they moved into the cottage in July 1983, the children disappeared.  They were in their rooms at bedtime.  Their mother checked on them around eleven-thirty that night.  Both children were asleep.  When she went into wake them at seven the next morning, they were gone.  In the son’s bedroom was a message written on the wall “No home for children.”  

It appeared the children had been kidnapped.  There was no evidence of a break in.  The cottage doors were locked from the inside.  The children’s house keys were in their rooms.  The cottage windows were also secured.  None of the children’s clothing was missing.  They appeared too have departed while still in their pajamas without their shoes.  

During an interview with Seattle Police Detectives (later that day) something very unusual occurred.  Mr. and Mrs. Gannon, police detectives and other family members assembled, heard the children’s voices calling for help.  Their calls were coming from the empty hallway that led to the family’s bedrooms.  However, when they answered the children’s calls, it became apparent that the children couldn’t hear them.  

The police searched the house again.  No one could identify why they were hearing the children’s voices in an empty hallway.  The house was checked for hidden electronic devices.  None were found.  The police used a wall penetrating radar.  No hidden rooms were discovered.  Mr. Gannon ripped open the walls, the ceiling and the floor of the hallway.  They found nothing.  There is video from 1983 made by a local TV station on YouTube.  The children can be heard pleading for help.  The adults appear frustrated and confused.  

One of the Police Officers (standing watch over the property that day) had lived in the cottage twenty years earlier as a child.  She told this strange story to the detectives.  One afternoon, after school in November 1963, (a few months after her family had moved into the cottage) she and her brother Sam were watching cartoons on a TV in the living room.  At some point during the TV program, the face of an expressionless circus clown filled the black and white TV screen.  He looked like J. P Patches.  They could still hear the cartoons continuing in the background but couldn’t see them because the clown’s face was blocking the program.  

They changed the channel several times but the clown’s face continued to fill the screen.  They turned off the TV.  The image of the clown still filled the TV screen.  The children called for their mother Pam.  She turn on the TV.  She also saw the clown.  She changed the channel several times and then turned it off again.  The clowns face was still there silently watching them.  He was watching the children.  

In those day TV sets were very heavy.  Their mother asked them to help her turn the TV screen to face the wall.  As they moved to do that, something changed on the TV screen.  They could see the full body of the clown.  He was no longer watching them.  He was a participant in the incident occurring on the TV screen. The mother recognized the interior of her parent’s home across town.  The clown, in full circus regalia, was walking through her parent’s home.  

He opened the door of the master bathroom.  Pam could see her mother Viola (the children’s grandmother) laying nude in the bathtub.  She was unconscious and bleeding from her nose and scalp.  The clown pointed to their grandmother and a cartoon bubble caption with these words appeared above his head.  "Hurry, she just slipped, call an ambulance now!"  

The family only had one car.  It was with her father at work.  So, Pam called for the ambulance and also called one of the grandmother’s neighbor’s to help.   Pam and the children continued to watch the god’s eye view on the TV as the neighbor entered the house and helped Viola.  Then the ambulance arrived and they took Viola to the hospital.   The clown was in her parents’ house the entire time.  It appeared no one could see him.   Pam was watching the neighbor dial her from Viola’s house when the TV went blank.  The clown was gone.  

There were two final messages from the clown.  First, get out this house.  It is not safe for children.  Second, you will know this is true when your President is killed.  A few day after that, President Kennedy was killed in Dallas.  In December, we moved out of the cottage.  The police officer told the detectives with some risk to her career.  That thing build my mother’s trust to save me and my brother.  This house is haunted. The ghost are tricksters.  We can’t help this family.  They need the clown’s help.  

Over the next twelve days, the Gannon’s listened as their children’s pleas for help became weaker and weaker.  Since the first day, the children had been pleading for water and food. Now they were also constantly crying because they were dying of thirst and hunger.  At the end of the twelfth day, they could no longer be heard.  They were not saved.  

The Gannon’s committed suicide in the cottage on the fourteenth day by gunshot.  Their bodies were found together in the hallway.  The official police report said it was a murder and a suicide.  A book was written about the incident but the names and the location were changed  because the bank that took over the property (upon the deaths of the Gannon’s) threaten to sue the publisher and author.  The bank had a difficult time selling the cottage after what happen to the Gannon family.  

Since 1984 the cottage has changed ownership several times.  The main thing that attracts people is the view of Lake Washington.  For short periods of time, the cottage is owner occupied.  Then it quickly reverts back to its troubled rental history.  

In 2013, Seattle Police were called to assist the then current tenants.  They were in the living room watching a movie when the bodies of two emaciated and mummified children in pajamas suddenly appeared on the floor of the hallway (out of nowhere).  Written on the wall in one of the bedrooms was this message, “No home for children.”  

That completes our story.  I’m J. B. Simien.  I hope you have enjoyed it.  Please recommend this podcast to your fans.   Thank you and take care.

3 Unexplained Paranormal Incidents

It’s late at night.  At the end of your long workday.  You’re stuck in an eerie restroom of a now empty office building (all alone).  You just couldn’t hold it until you got home.  When you are at your most vulnerable, you hear footsteps echoing on the tile floor of the restroom (heading towards your stall).  There shouldn’t be anyone in there but you.  Everyone has gone home.  

Then you see them.  Two legs framed against the bottom opening of the stall door.  The person doesn’t make a sound.  Hello!  You cry nervously.  Who’s there?  Then someone pushes open your stall door.  They stand before you with their arms reaching out and their mouth open and say “stand by for three tales of paranormal strangeness.”  

This is Audio Stories with J.B. Simien. And this is Three Unexplained Paranormal Incidents.

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Incident # 1 Ms. Betty Knows

Daily, my family helps our older neighbor Ms. Betty.  We have known her and lived next door to her for decades (long before I was born).  She was always very helpful.  She use to baby sit us kids when my mother had to work.  I have eaten many meals and snacks at her house.  She is like our second
mother.  

These days, she lives alone.  Her daughter Lacy lives in Texas.  Ms. Betty sometimes gets confused about things but we watch out for her and we help her when she needs it.  Her doctor added some new medication recently to delay her memory loss. I think that the medication has had some strange side effects.   When she greeted me today, she said hello to my dad (then hello to me).   My dad died in Afghanistan ten years ago.  

I reminded her that my dad had died.  She reminded me that she knew.  She was at his memorial but he’s here now.  He wants to talk.  Then she begin talking to my invisible father.  She moved into the living room and continued her conversation while sitting on her couch (talking to the empty end).  I just stood in the living room doorway watching (deeply worried).  I wanted to call her doctor or her daughter but something told me to wait.  

She stopped talking to my invisible dad and turned her full attention to me.  She said that my father had been watching over the family since he died.  He plan to continue looking out for us until we all passed.  She said he had something very important that he wanted me to do. 

Hours later, based upon Ms. Betty’s instructions, I located my dad’s internet password notebook inside his old duffel bag (the one they had shipped from Afghanistan containing his clothing after he was killed).  In the notebook, I found information for a stock brokerage account in his name.

Online, I accessed his account.  My father had purchased 200 shares of Goggle when it first went public at $100 per share.  On the day that I checked his account, Google was trading at $1250 per share.  The account balance (in just Google shares alone) was $250,000.

Incident # 2 People See Things

For four years, my sister Karen has been raising her son Jim alone.  The kid’s father has never contribute to their family.  She occasionally needs help.  So, when her Army Reserve Unit was called up for a year-long service in Iraq in 2008, my nephew came to live with us.  By us, I’m referring to my mother Helen (his grandmother) and me (his uncle) Joe.  We were very happy to have my nephew living with us.
 
He slept in his mother’s old bedroom.  Every night before I went to bed at Eleven-thirty, I would just stand for a few minutes in the doorway of my nephew’s room and watch him sleep.  One night (about eight months after his mom departed for Iraq), I was approaching his bedroom door when I heard him talking to someone. Since there were only three of us in the house, I thought he was talking to my mother because I heard him say mommy.  

As I stepped into his darken bedroom, I could see by the illumination from the hallway light that my sister was holding my nephew in her arms and standing by the window.  Excited and surprised, I ran up and hugged them both.  I asked her, how she got here.  I screamed for my mother to wake up and join us.  My sister said cryptically that they must have let her go.

We all went into the living room to talk.  We were so happy to have her back home.  She wouldn’t put my nephew down.  She kept kissing him and telling him how much she loved him and how much she had missed him.  She kept telling us all how much she loved us. We talked about growing up together in the house and the things she had missed over the last eight months.  She cried the whole time.

At one A.M., there was a knock at our front door, I could see through the peep hole that it was Colonel Sheree.   She was the Brigade Commander of my sister’s Army Reserve Unit and she was in full uniform.  I knew something was wrong.  When I opened the door, she greeted me and told me she had some very bad news.  I asked her in and we went into the living room where the family was waiting. 

As Colonel Sheree stepped into our living room, she spotted my sister.  She seemed confused.   She asked my sister how she had gotten here.  At that point, I thought my sister must have gone AWOL (absent without leave).   However, I was wrong.  The Colonel had received a message that Karen was in a serious accident In Iraq.  

The vehicle that she had been traveling in had been blown up by a roadside bomb.  The Army had evacuated her to Germany for treatment.  She was in an induced coma in a hospital in Wiesbaden.   Karen didn’t remember any of that.  She told Colonel Sheree that she didn’t know how she had gotten here.  She said that she had gone to sleep and woken up at home. 

The Colonel called to confirm that Karen was in Germany.  The Army verified that she was in a coma in the hospital.  My sister, the Colonel, my mother and I talked about this unusual situation for the remainder of the night.   At the first rays of dawn Karen said that she was feeling ill and needed to lay down.  With my mother’s help, she curled up beside her son on the bed in her old room.  Colonel Sheree departed to write up the situation in a report.  She had taken pictures of Karen on her cell phone camera and had Karen spit into some tissue for a DNA test.  

The Colonel took me aside and said.  I don’t know who that woman is.  She seems to be your sister but she can’t be.  Your sister is in Germany.  If I thought that she was your sister, I would have to have the MP’s (Military Police) detain her.  You all be very careful. 

In a few hours, when my mother checked on my sister, only my nephew was still in the room.  My sister had vanished.  In a week, the Army had flown my sister, still in a coma, to Fort Lewis to continue her recovery and to be closer to her family.  She remained in a coma for weeks and we visited her every day.  At night, I would sometimes hear her playing with my nephew in her bedroom.  I would open the door and there she would be (a living ghost).   

Some weeks later, we were called by the hospital.  My sister had awoken from the coma.  When she could finally speak, she confirmed that she had somehow come home to us while she had been in the coma.  She could remember everything.  The Colonel had a DNA test performed on the sample she took within days of collecting it.   The results of the DNA test confirmed that the woman in our house that night was my sister.  They let the issue drop.

Incident # 3 It’s On Film

My stepson Greg is five.  He likes to imitate his mother Kim and me (Leo).  Unfortunately, we apparently spend too much time engaged with our cell phones at home because he wanted his own cell phone too.   Of course he is too young.  He does not need a phone.  Still, I don’t like disappointing him.  So, when I upgraded recently to a new phone, I gave him my old phone to use as a toy.


He carried that phone everywhere. I would charge it for him at night (when I charged mine).  I showed him how to use the camera and how to send us a copy of the pictures he took through email using our home Wi-Fi network.  He took pictures of everything thing that interest him.  Kim and I would receive email from him throughout the day containing his pictures.   

Then I showed him how to use the camera to make short films.  As with the pictures, he sent us email of his short films throughout the day too.  In one of the recent short films, my stepson interviewed his imaginary friend.  The films starts with him introducing his friend.  He says today I am talking to Kevin on my show.  Then he told Kevin to say hello.  I heard a deep manly voice say Hello Kim, Hello Leo.  I knew that voice.  It was Tommy.   Greg’s deceased father. 

That completes Three Unexplained Paranormal Incidents.  I’m J.B. Simien.  I hope that you have enjoyed this story.  Thank you very much for listening.  There are more stories below for you to
enjoy.  Thanks again and take care

A Ghost Story - The Ice Skater

After they had traveled together some distance, William checked his navigation by glancing at the North Star.  He realized that he was no longer on a direct path to his destination.  He wanted to resume his original path but he felt an irresistible compulsion to follow the mysterious skater.  Then it occurred to him. This skater maybe something supernatural (not human).  This is Audio Stories with J.B. Simien. And this is the story of two people in love and a mysterious ice skater. 

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This tale circulates in the family of a friend (Karen).  It about a strange event that happened to her great grandfather William in Canada one winter’s night around December 1912. In those days, the winters in his area were so cold that the lakes and waterways would freeze over until spring. It was normal for people to conduct business by using ice skates to travel from place to place (over the frozen waterways).  

On the longest and darkest winter’s night of the year, William departed his home to attend the wedding of his best friend Wally, which was scheduled for the next day, in another town.  He was the best man so he had to be there.   He needed to travel about sixteen miles over a frozen lake to get to his destination.  While moving at top speed over the ice, he was looking up at the sky and navigating by the stars.

He was excited because he was also going to see Marie.  She was the maid of honor.  He was in love with Marie.  He only got to see her when he traveled to the other town.  So, he was thinking about their reunion and the wedding.  Perhaps, he thought, it was time that he and Marie make their own wedding plans. 

After some miles of traveling over the ice, on that dark night, he discovered with a shock that he was not alone.  Suddenly, in front of him (almost within reach) he could see an ice skater dressed in white clothing traveling in the same direction.  He called out to the skater but there was no reply.  

Thinking that he had not been heard, he increased his speed to pull besides the skater.  However, whenever he increase his speed, the other skater increased their speed too.  He could never get closer than the original distance between them.

After they had traveled together for some miles, William checked his location by glancing at the North Star.  He realized that he was no longer on a direct path to his destination.  He wanted to resume his original path but he felt an irresistible compulsion to follow the mysterious skater.  Then it occurred to him.  This skater maybe something supernatural (not human). 

Then William remembered the strange thing that had happened when he was five. One night, his family had taken in two travelers who had been caught in, an especially bad, winter storm.  They were traveling light.  They had no luggage.  They had been walking to their destination when the storm unexpectedly hit.  They said that they were lucky to have found the family’s home on that lonely stretch of road.

   

By the next morning, the storm had ended.  When the family awoke, the travelers were gone.  William was the first family member out of the house that morning.  In the newly fallen snow, he discovered a trail of two wolf paw prints leading from the front door to the woods.  There was no trail of prints leading to the door (just away).  No human foot prints were found.

William felt compelled to follow the mysterious skater for the remained of the night.  At, the first rays of dawn, the mysterious skater disappeared before his eyes.  However, William discovered that he was now at his destination.   The mysterious skater had gotten him there by traveling the creek route instead of the more direct path over the lake. 

 As William looked towards the lake that morning, over the path that he would have followed that night, he discovered that some of the ice had broken up.  He could see open water.  If he had continued on his original path, looking at the sky and navigating by the stars at top speed, he would have fallen into the lake.  It would have been certain death for him.  Following that mysterious skater had save his life.  He believes that the mysterious skater was his guardian angel!

When he got to his Wally’s home, he discovered that the wedding nuptials had been postponed.  Marie, the bride’s maid had fallen ill.   The previous day, she caught a chill while ice skating.  Throughout the night, she had been unconscious.  Tossing and turning, she fearfully spoke in her sleep about William skating over the lake on the ice.  She said that he didn’t know the ice had broken up.  She kept crying for him to travel the creek route instead of the lake.  

She had only woken from her delirium minutes before William had arrived at Wally’s home. William told Wally that he had traveled the creek route.  He then told him the story of the mysterious skater (who had apparently saved his life).

In the spring, William and Marie were married.  William was convinced that Marie had somehow summoned an ice skating Angel to save him. For the remainder of their lives, the couple told people the story of the mysterious skater to prove that fate had bless their union.  Their descendants still tell this miraculous love story today.  I wonder though if this supernatural event should be properly attributed to an ice skating Angel or the living ghost of a woman in love.  

That completes the story of the Mysterious Skater.  Thanks Karen for your story.  I’m J.B. Simien.  I hope that you have enjoyed this story.  Thank you very much for listening.  There are more stories below for you to enjoy.  Thank you again and take care.

16 Predictions for the Trump Presidency

With Donald Trump in the White House, Republicans in control of both houses of Congress and partisan Republicans in control of the Supreme Court, here is what the United States can expect for the next four years:

1. Continued Republican efforts to restrict voting on the state and national levels.

2. Repeal of Obama Care and no viable replacement offered.

3. Increased restrictions on abortion by Republican controlled state houses.

4. Increase economic inequality.

5. Restrictions on press freedom.

6. Constitutional amendments to roll back same sex marriage.

7. Laws to restrict sexual minorities. 

8. Increase in gerrymandering of congressional districts to favor Republicans.

9. Constitutional amendments to require English only for official communications.

10. Increase efforts to empower White Supremacy in an effort to make America White again.

11. Continuing efforts to eliminate affirmative action policies.  

12. Tax policies that favor the wealthy and disadvantage the less affluent.

13. The use of government power to attack Trump’s adversaries.

14. Increase in the harassment of people of color by law enforcement officials.

15. A deep economic recession as Trump undermines established economic policies.

16. Increase in military conflicts as Trump is manipulated by foreign powers.

The United States has enter a dark period.  The change that is coming will not be for the better. 

Five Mostly True Halloween Stories

Five Mostly True Halloween Stories

On Halloween (also known as “All Hallows Eve.”) some people believe that the veil that separates our reality from the world of the supernatural is at its thinnest.  On this day, above any other day, we should expect to encounter ghost, spirits, haunted objects, supernatural creatures, and a host of other unexplained phenomenon.  However, what we usually encounter is just dangerous people acting crazy.  This is Audio Stories with J. B. Simien and what follows is five mostly true stories of crazy events on Halloween night.

Story One

Peter was obsess with Zombies.  He believed they exist and feared them.  Later he would be diagnosed with Kinemortophobia a fear of zombies.  He spent countless hours watching Zombie TV shows and movies.  He discourse with his associates in detail about his plans to survive a Zombie siege.  He showed his friends the loaded gun he kept in a holster strapped to the underside of a table lamp by his front door for emergencies.  He also had another gun prepared in the same way by the back door and loaded guns prepared in every room of his house.  Pete wanted to be ready if any Zombies showed up.  It’s a good thing he didn’t have children in the house. 

It’s unfortunate that late one Halloween night someone else’s children came to Peter’s house.  Two drunken college boys, costumed as zombies, chose to stop at Peter’s house to ask for directions to a house party in the neighborhood.  As they prepared to knock, Peter fired fifteen rounds of nine millimeter ammunition through his front door killing one boy and critically injuring the other.  It’s very fortunate for Peter that he lived in a stand your ground state.  His lawyer was able to convince a jury of his peers that Peter feared for his life and was therefore not guilty of a crime. 

  

Story Two

Halloween Night, three teenage girls were hanging out in the food court of a local mall.  They met a really cute older guy who invited them to a party at one of his friend’s homes.  They decided to go because the guy looked trustworthy.  The party was at a mansion in a really expensive neighborhood in Southern California.  The girls recognized some minor celebrities at the party.  So, they begin to relax and consume cocktails and some pills from a bowl that was being passed around.

The girl who tells this story is unsure how long she had been unconscious.  She woke up nude in a small dark room the size of a closet with a blanket over her.  There were four walls, no windows, no door and a concrete floor.  There was a toilet and a thin mat for her to lay on.  The only water she had to drink and clean herself with was from the toilet’s reservoir.

When the police found her more than six years later (based upon a tip from the utility company that there was possibly marijuana being grown in the house), she had spent those years being sexually assaulted and abused by her abductor. She had given birth to two children (whose disposition is unknown).   Her two friends have not been found.

Story Three

On Halloween, A divorced father took his two kids trick or treating.  They went all over the town and had a great time.  At the end of the night, when he dropped the kids at his ex-wife’s house, they both had enormous bags filled with candy.  Their mother inspected all the candy and she put it away.  She would allow the kids to consume it a little bit at a time over the month.

A few weeks later one of the children became very ill after eating some of the candy and had to go to the emergency room.  The test at the hospital reveal that the child had been poisoned.   The remaining candy was tested and several pieces in both bags were found to be poisoned.

The police brought the father in for questioning.  They wanted to see if he could remember the houses that the candy had come from.  The police officer who was speaking with the father.  Opened with this statement, well it looks like you did it!  The police officer was talking about the rare odds of receiving poisoned candy on Halloween. 

The father took the policeman’s remark as their knowledge that he had poisoned his children’s candy and confessed to the deed.  He reasoned, that if the children were dead, he wouldn’t have to pay child support and he could collect on their life insurance policies.

Story Four

Halloween night, a church decided it would put on a Halloween Haunted House for charity and to keep the church kids out of trouble.  It was a big hit with the customers.  The costumed actors and the props were very scary.  Almost everyone complemented the pastor on the old lady prop hanging by her neck from a tree in the graveyard.  They said that prop was especially realistic.  They were correct.  It turns out that the old lady hanging by her neck, in the grave yard, was a local homeless person who had committed suicide.

Story Five

A couple was driving to a Halloween party when some teens started throwing raw eggs at their expensive car as they passed.  The driver stopped the car to confront the teens.  There was a heated argument.  The driver turned to go back to his car.  One of the teens raised a gun and fired it into the back of the drivers head.  He died at the scene.  The killer was never found.

Well, that completes Five Mostly True Halloween Stories (based upon the actions of some very crazy people).  I’m J.B. Simien.  I hope that you have enjoyed this Halloween Audio Story and that you will share it with your friends.  Please, don’t forget to like it below also.

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Ghost Story - How I Know That The Dead Are Alive

I watched a YouTube video of an excited dog looking at a bubble floating from the ceiling to the floor in someone’s home.  From the dogs perspective, that bubble must have appeared to be a living being.  When the bubble collided with the floor and disappeared, that dog must have thought that he had just witness a supernatural event.

We know that this was not a supernatural event.  It can be explained by scientists as a part of nature.  Perhaps, ghost are like those bubbles.  They are perceived by us to be supernatural actors.  However, ultimately scientists may discover that they are just part of our yet to be explained natural world.  This is Audio Stories with J.B. Simien and this is “How I know that the Dead Are Alive.”

I’m sorry, I think that I misunderstood your last question.  Would you repeat it please?  The heavy set manager interviewing me displayed a little bit of nervous energy as he repeated the question.  “Would you be comfortable working alone in a building that is known to be haunted?  That question came near the end of my (I think) successful interview to become a night janitor at the College in Bellevue, Washington.  I don’t think I would have a problem.  I responded (still a bit confused).  I don’t believe in supernatural stuff. 

Still, the manager continued, if you knew that you would encounter ghost while working, would you still want to work here?  I assumed that his question was a test too measure how badly I needed this job.  I thought to myself, I’m desperate for work.  I’ve been unemployed for five months.  Employment is difficult to obtain when you are past age fifty and a felon.  A ten dollar per hour, minimum wage, job like this one is the best that I can do for now.  I also knew that they need me because people kept leaving.   I replied “Mr. Bell, I have no fear of ghost. That would not be a problem if you were to employ me sir.” 

Monday, my first night on the job, I met Fred.  We got to know each other briefly.  I was relieve because I was told by Mr. Bell that I would be working the shift alone.  Fred is not his birth name.  He is from China.   His actual name is difficult for English speaking people to pronounce.  So, he adapted Fred as his English name to make it easier for us to address him. 

We were tasked to clean the classrooms in C wing.  So we went to the end of that hallway with our equipment and begin.  We split up.  He cleaned the rooms on the right side of the hallway and I cleaned the rooms on the left side.  We were always across from each other.  He wouldn’t move to his next room, until I had finished cleaning my room, and I would wait on him also.

When we first moved to the end of hallway C, I notice one of the professors was still working in their classroom.  That classroom was on my side of the hallway and now it was time for me to clean the room.  So, I knocked on the door before entering the room and asked her politely if it was OK for me to clean up.  She continued to work at her desk and didn’t say a word.  She completely ignored me.  So, after some minutes of waiting to be acknowledged, I backed out of the room.  

I didn’t want to get into trouble for disturbing a professor on my first night on the job.  I went across the hallway to the room Fred was cleaning and told him that a professor was still in the other classroom working.  I think its best that I clean that room after she leaves, I said.  He said, OK.  So, I help him clean the room we were in.

When we finished with that room, Fred looked across the hallway to the room where the professor was working.  He said, well, I guess she’s gone.  Let’s clean that room together and we will move on.  When I got near the door of the room, I could see that the professor was still working at her desk.  I said, wait Fred she is still in there.  He walked into the room with his equipment and said No, there is nobody here! 

I grabbed him gently by his arm and said don’t you see her at the desk.  He turned and looked at me like I had lost my mind. There is no body at the desk, he said in a strong voice that indicated I should take my hand off of him right now.  I spoke out to the professor, we are sorry to disturb you mam but we need to clean this room.  She continued working as though she hadn’t heard me.  Fred, now clearly irritated with me, said forcefully, who are you talking too there is nobody in here but us!

I was shaking.  I understood the manager’s question now.  The professor was a ghost.  Fred could not see or sense her.  I said, Fred you have to believe me, there is a ghost sitting at that desk right now.  The manager warned me about them.  Fred turned to me and said.  No, that can’t be correct.  I’m the only ghost who haunts this building.  Then, I watched him fade into shadows and disappear.   

Now, this is the place in other stories where the person will tell you that they ran screaming from the building and quit the job the next day.  Well, I thought about it.  However, if you recall, I need that job because for me it’s difficult to find work.  Also, I had promised Mr. Bell that ghosts would not be a problem for me. 

So, here is what I did.  Filled with fear, I clean that room with the ghost professor still sitting at her desk because nothing was going to disturb her.  Then, I spent the rest of the shift fearfully completing all of my work. 

I kept that janitorial job for nine years.  I took an early retirement at age sixty-two.  After a few months of working there, supernatural encounters became just a routine part of my job.  Now, I encounter ghosts everywhere.  I’m tuned into them.  That’s how I know that the dead are alive. 

This ends the story of “How I know that the Dead Are Alive.”  I’m J.B. Simien.  I hope that you have enjoyed this story.  If you would like to be informed when more stories are posted, please subscribe to this channel now.  Also, if you liked this story, please click the thumbs up symbol below.  

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Sister Helgas Demon - Audio Stories - J.B. Simien #0021

Pete sent a tweet to Cynthia asking what is going on.  Within a few minutes he received a phone call from her.  She was speaking in a panicky and stressed out voice.  “I am so sorry Pete to put this on you but we have to do what Sister Helga wants.  This is Audio Stories with J. B. Simien and this is the story of “Sister Helga’s Demon.”

This is a story from the website ghoststory.info.   It happened in Houston, Texas in 2014.  Pete received a retweeted audio message, from one of his school mates (Cynthia).  The voice in the audio message said “Sister Helga prays for your good health but she will place a curse upon you if you do not follow her instructions.

You have been selected to provide $100 to help Sister Helga’s mission.  You are to deposit the money, in US Dollars, into this PayPal account (xxxxxx) within one hour.  You are also instructed to re-tweet this message to all of your followers on Twitter. If you fail to comply with Sister Helga’s message you will be haunted by a demon until you perform as required.”

Immediately Pete sent a tweet to Cynthia asking what’s going on.  Within a few minutes he received a phone call from her.  She was speaking in a panicky and stressed out voice.  “I am so sorry Pete to put this on you but we have to do what Sister Helga wants.

She said, “At first, when I received it today, I thought that the message was bull and I ignored it.  Then after an hour, I felt something standing near me but I couldn’t see or hear anything.  I told myself that it was my imagination.  Then something grabbed me and choke me until I passed out.  While it was choking me, it told me to do what Sister Helga wanted.”

“When I woke up, my throat was throbbing and I had finger marks around my neck.  I sent the money and the tweets as I had been told.  I think the demon is gone.  I’m so sorry to get you involved.  I had to do it.  Now, you have to do it too.  I’ll give you the money if that’s a problem”

Pete told Cynthia in his calmest voice that he is not falling for this joke.  “Cynthia you just tell them (or yourself) that I didn’t fall for it.  See you at school.  Bye!”  Then he hung up.  Cynthia called back and tried to convince him that, if he didn’t follow the instructions, he would be haunted by a demon.

Each time he told her he wasn’t falling for it and hung up.  She continued to call but he stopped answering her calls.  She sent him text messages saying “it’s no joke.”  He ignored her messages.  “That girl really sells it,” he thought.  “Still, I’m not falling for it.”

One hour after receiving the tweet, Pete felt as though something was standing behind him.  Just then Cynthia’s voice sounded through the speaker of his phone.  “Pete you have to believe me!"

Then he heard a disembodied voice from behind him say.  “Pete, you have to believe her!  Let’s make this quick.  I have a few hundred people to visit today.”   Cynthia sobbed through the loud speaker as she heard Pete screaming in pain. 

That concludes the story of “Sister Helga’s Demon.”  I hope you have enjoyed this story.  Please subscribe to this channel now to be informed when other stories are posted.  Also, please offer some ideas for stories in the comments below.  

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