We lived far enough when we were kids

that we never got to Joplin

to see the Joplin spook light

… which, according to many reports, now and then moves along a tree-lined country road nearby.  But we had cousins who lived close to Joplin and who visited the road on many Saturday nights in the 30’s and 40’s. They saw it several times.  Their description matches what has been written about it — if you chase it, it disappears and pops up behind you — you can read a newspaper by its light, etc.

There is now a man of science in Joplin who decided to do a better job investigating it than anyone had hitherto done, including the soldiers who lay in ambush in the ditches (I’m imagining them shooting at it from both sides of the road). He came to the road every night with his camera and flashlight and thermos.

After a month the light finally showed up and he reports that he investigated and investigated.  He followed it, he ran from it, and he took pictures. He walked along behind it until it disappeared and reappeared behind him.  He ran after it until it did the same thing.  He got close enough to read by its light, and he stood still and watched it.  He jumped at it and he jumped away from it and he ran from it.

He managed to do a couple of things that I hadn’t heard reported before.  For one thing, he got a close-up photo of it which showed it to be actually three lights.

And he chased it up and down the road until it went to the top of a tree. Yes, he climbed the tree after it, at which point it floated over to the top of another tree.

The spook has a personality.








Hubby and I were reading

before going to sleep

when a phantom appeared

at the foot of the bed.

It looked exactly like phantoms we had seen before, at funerals. (One of these incidents is discussed below.)

While the phantom was in our bedroom we discussed it, wondering who it was and talking about the fact that nobody we knew had died recently.

This was about 1968 before email, and we had no phone. Three days after the incident we got a letter from a friend of the family a thousand miles away. The letter said that he had visited us in our bedroom, repeated what we had said during the time we had watched the phantom, and said that he hoped the next time he visited we would recognize him.


There was an unrelated event at the funeral of Hubby’s brother, Bill. Hubby was down front with the family and I was in the back with Bill’s young children. I was watching five shadowy human-shaped figures up by the ceiling to the left of the altar – five phantoms. The one in the center was very tall and thin, just as Bill had been. I believed the phantoms to be Bill, along with his parents and two brothers who had passed over not long before.

When we were back home hubby and I compared notes and our descriptions of the phantoms matched.

In my mind these events seem to lend credence to folks who say the body in which we astral travel is the same body which we inhabit after passing over.








Near Sedona, Arizona is

Tuzigoot National Monument,

which encloses ruins left by the Anasazi.

Near the ancient ruins is a museum which housed artifacts, including a skeleton with grave goods and other ancient objects.

During the time that I was a regular visitor to such area sites in the 60’s I heard several stories of “haunting” going on in the Tuzigoot museum – caretakers being frightened at night by doors opening or closing, strange sounds, and objects being moved.

Shortly after the turn of the century I was again at one of the area ruins, Montezuma, where I struck up a conversation with a ranger, and it occurred to me to ask her if she knew anything about the events at Tuzigoot.

She related that her husband had been a ranger at Tuzigoot for some time and that he had told her that descendants of the Anasazi had been allowed to remove the skeleton from the museum and give it a traditional burial, whereupon the frightening events stopped.



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