Discovery Channel's Ghost Lab in Tombstone

[Gold Lady]

I just saw a promo for Ghost Lab, which will be on Tuesday, Oct. 13th. The subject is Tombstone, and it looks like they go to the Birdcage Theater, the Good Enough Mine, and Boot Hill in search of ghosts.

Anybody have any experiences with ghosts there?

[Wolfgang]

Looks a lot like someone was waggeling some spaghetti in front of yur camera. ;)

[Gold Lady]

Gayle, did you see these lights while you were taking the photo, or only afterward?

[Duke_Wayne]

Just set the DVR. Thanks Gold Lady!

[C. F. 'Charley' Eckhardt]

I've come to the conclusion, over the years, that when it comes to ghosts there are 2 kinds of people--those who accept the fact that ghosts exist & those who don't want to accept it. Having seen one myself--that I know of--& having seen photos of others that were not faked, I'm part of the first group. Incidentally, the ghost I encountered didn't frighten me a bit--but it scared the living Hell outa my horse!

I saw, some years back, probably on Discovery channel, a special on ghosts in Tombstone. I'll have to watch that Tuesday & see if it's a rehash of what I saw then. My old pal Ben Traywick, the Tombstone town historian, is in group 2 when it comes to ghosts, but even he'll admit to some strange sensations in a few places in his home town.

[Gold Lady]

I agree with you, Gayle. I wonder if having that perception wouldn't be more of a curse. I sure don't have it, but I believe in people who do. I think most of us have felt when someone was staring at us from behind. We can't see them, so how do we know they're doing it? That's a tiny bit of what some people can feel about paranormal activities.

[Gold Lady]

I've never seen a ghost myself, but my dad has and I believe him. When he was a boy, he saw the ghost of a lady, dressed in white, in his house which was built in 1894. I've always had creepy feelings in that house, even before he told me about the ghost. We don't know who she was.

Here's a story for you - my grandfather was a doctor in a small town from the 1930's to the 1980's, and had an office on the first floor of that house, with the living quarters on the second and third floors. He had a few people die in that house because of medical emergencies. One morning he even found a man dead on the porch, of a knife wound. He had been trying to reach the door and couldn't make it.

Anyway, they had an old gardener/handyman who did occasional work for them. He became homeless, and my grandfather let him live in the basement, unbeknown to my grandmother, who would've thrown a fit. She started hearing voices through the heat registers and thought the house was haunted! It was actually the gardener and his radio in the basement.
He was in poor health, and a few weeks later he passed away in the basement.

Charley - this show is being advertised as brand new. I'll be watching too.

[calico_outlaw]

You should watch the Ghost Hunters episode when they were are Tombstone. It was pretty cool.

[Gold Lady]

Yes, Ghost Lab looks very similar to Ghost Hunters. I am curious to see if they find any ghosts in the Good Enough Mine, since I took that tour earlier this year. I liked it down there. I didn't sense any bad vibes.

[Gold Lady]

Creepy!

[Jim Holden]

I agree with the sensation at the Bloody Lane at Antietam, as I experienced those same feelings at that spot. Also I had the "feelings" when I walked the path of Pickett's Charge at Gettysburg.

My wife has smelled cigarette smoke off and on for years and swears it is her father checking on us, the kids and grandkids.

So we are both in the #2 group. But particularly in places where people have died violently.

[C. F. 'Charley' Eckhardt]

You don't have to be 'sensitive' to see some of 'em. I'd characterize myself as about as psychic as a dill pickle--but what I saw, while it didn't spook me, spooked my horse.

First the horse. Dam an unregistered, undistinguished quarterhorse, bay. Sire Sandman, a registered racing quarterhorse, never lost a start, a lineback dun. Colt--name Rebel, lineback dun, about as steady a horse as you'd ever want. I shot off him w/everything from a .22 to a 12-ga & it never bothered him. He could follow a cow, calf, sheep, or goat like he had a string in his teeth tied to the animal's tail.

Situation--we were helping a neighbor work the spring calves. Brand, cut the bull calves, vaccinate. All day job. That evening neighbor threw a bbq. The family was hardshell Baptist. Strongest thing at the bbq was Coca-Cola, so nobody was drunk.

What happened--my dad took the pickup home around by the road. I rode Reb through the pasture--about 2¾ mi to our front gate. Lots of predators around at the time--coyotes, bobcats, even some wolves & cougars. We all went armed for that reason. I had a Colt New Service M1917 on my belt--chambered for .45 ACP, but I had it loaded w/.45 Auto Rim.

A very old road crossed the pasture from E to W--marked by braided trees. As we got to the road, Reb planted all four & his ears began to twitch back & forth. I figured we had a coyote, wolf, or cat, so I pulled the Colt. A woman walked out of the brush going east. I'd figure she was maybe 5'4" or so, slim, light-colored hair, wearing an ankle-length dress that had long sleeves & a high neck. It was dark colored, had a figure of some sort in it but I couldn't tell what it was. However, the moon was full & bright, no clouds, you could have read the big print in a newspaper by the moonlight. I don't know what color the dress was because moonlight doesn't show colors, only black, white, & gray. The woman was carrying a bundle wrapped up in a blanket like you'd carry an infant. She paid absolutely no attention to me or my horse--just walked across the trail I was following & into the brush on the other side. The whole thing didn't take 10 seconds.

Reb lost it! If I hadn't had him tight-reined he'd have gotten his head down, unloaded me, & headed for the barn. As it was, he crow-hopped over about 3 or 4 acres before I could get him pulled in. I lost a corncob pipe, a sack of tobacco, & about $3 in change out of my shirt pockets in the process. Thing is, he'd never bucked before in his life! Not even when he was being saddle-broke.

I finally got the pistol strapped down & my hat pulled tight & I eased up on the reins. He took off at a dead run--over a mile to our gate, he ran all the way. I couldn't pull him in. At the gate I finally managed to pull him in. I think he'd have tried to jump that 5-bar gate if I hadn't--w/abt 40 lbs of stock saddle & 150 lbs of rider. I couldn't get him close enough to the gate to lean out of the saddle & open it, so I had to dismount. We got thru the gate but he was so jumpy I had to walk him nearly ½ a mile to the corral. I got him unsaddled, rubbed him down, & put him in the dry side of the pen so he wouldn't founder himself after that run. I got a coffee-can full of oats & put it in the bin for him. He eased up to it, looked in the trough, snorted, & of course the oats flew up when he did. He jumped backward about halfway across the pen!

When I got to the house I was boiling mad about that woman who scared my horse so bad. Dad said "What are you talkin' about? What's a woman doin' walking across a pasture 9 miles from the closest town, a mile & a half from the nearest house, goin' in a direction where there are no houses for maybe 5 miles, comin' from a direction in which there are no houses for about 5 miles?" I couldn't answer.

About a week later Dad was in a feed store in town & he told about this 'cock & bull story' I'd come up with about encountering a woman in the pasture at about 11 PM. Some of the old timers said "He's seen her too, has he?" Seems a Confederate deserter named Sawyer was hiding out w/his wife & baby in a cabin about a mile west of where I saw her. He was captured in 1864, given a drumhead court martial, & sentenced to hang. His wife brought the baby to the hanging tree so he could kiss it--& her--goodbye before he was hanged, but she got there too late. Apparently she's still trying to make it--or at least she was as late as the spring of 1962.

[Gold Lady]

Wow, that's some encounter you and your horse had!