Every evening from dusk to major dusk, a series of guided ghost tours walk by my place in historic Savannah. As I sit on my balcony I hear the guide tell the most outrageous stories taken from yellow pages of long ago ghost writings. What an assortment of paranormal and ghastly [as in ghostly] themes are shared with those willing to follow along like hypnotized children after the pied piper. Taking nothing away from the tour guides [the City tried to licence them years ago to no avail…thank goodness] as they are just trying to eke out a living telling stories to those willing to pay to be entertained.
Anyway back to the gist of my own story……it seems as if a light went off and I pondered “why don’t I write my own ghost stories?” And by sitting on my balcony sipping a glass of wine, I was inspired to write “Ghost Stories From All 50 States”. For you see, tourists come to Savannah from across the land and perhaps would be interested in a ghost story from their own home state!
This compilation of ghost stories are original…never before read or even whispered in the dark of night. They are now part of two books….”Ghost Stories From All 50 States” and a larger print edition “Eerie Ghost Stories From Every State”.
Here’s a sample:
“Being president is like running a cemetery:
you’ve got a lot of people under you and nobody’s listening.”
Bill Clinton Former President
White River Rapids
Besides known as the razorbacks, Arkansans have a long history with ghosts. Most are connected to the taking of a life with the perpetrator never found. However one story in particular, which happened a 100 years before, shares some notoriety with the Clinton’s.
Theirs was known as the Whitewater Scandal and involved The Whitewater Development Corporation, a scheme to develop property financed by a mysterious loan from a local bank. The Clinton’s escaped prosecution for their alleged involvement.
A 100 years ago and just a tad over 10 minutes away from the White River area, 16 year-old Nellie Nan Durance was said to have lost her life in Yellville, Arkansas in the Crooked Creek area. It was a few days before Halloween in 1891 when her body was found draped across a jagged bit of flotsam at the edge of the Creek. Marion County newspaper accounts suspected she had been raped and then pushed into the Creek.
Her body was buried in a private grave a few days later with townspeople still in a state of shock. Efforts to find the killer hit a dead end and he was never found.
First reported sightings of her ghost happened the following year during late October when the chill begins to be felt in the air. Workers digging a foundation for a house near the private cemetery where the girl had been buried heard a shrill sound like a scream. A few days later on Halloween another worker swore he heard a woman scream and then yell out over and over again…..“why me?”
For years after the first incident, the local newspaper published reports of other sightings of a girl wearing a white gown, just like the one in which the girl was buried, walking at the edge of the Creek. She is said to be humming a song and then letting out a blood curdling scream before disappearing into the water. The White Water ghost is long remembered by the locals.
“Death is not an ending, but a symbol of movement along the path upon which we are all traveling. As it may be painful to lose contact with the physical aspect of one we love, the Spirit can never be lost. We have been and always will be a part of each other.” John Denver Singer Songwriter
The Snowboarder Ghost
Death by skiing takes, on average, 11 people each year in Colorado, but millions of skiers visit the slopes. A favorite ghost story centers upon a daring skier, who not only whips fearlessly down the slopes but is known to do tricks including upside-down flips.
Those who said they’ve seen him referred to this daring ghost skier with a French accent as Jean Claude after the famous French Olympic skier winning three gold medals in the 1968 Olympic Games. Of particular note was the recorded comment in the late 1970s by Billy “The Kid” Batson, who described in detail what happened to him one evening just before dusk. Billy was what is referred to as a ski bum or someone who hangs around the slopes and basically has a skiing or snowboarding lifestyle.
Attempting to carryout a biff, which is a near-fall on the snow where the snowboarder makes contact but recovers without falling, Billy described what happened.
“Listen up dude, I don’t know if I’m crazy or not, but I still can’t get over or explain what happened to me. It was getting late with the sun dropping fast over the ridge and I was on the unlit back slope, when as I was attempting a biff and I couldn’t quite make it back up after hitting my ass on the snow. Suddenly someone or something came up beside me and grabbed onto my arm, pulled me up and in a French accent said bonsoir and then just disappeared.
I swear it wasn’t my imagination or the shadows playing tricks on me. Man it really shook me up and if you think I’m making this all up, believe me I’m not and I wasn’t smoking weed.”
Years earlier in Aspen, skiing champion Spider Sabich was shot and killed by his then girlfriend Claudine Longet. Some have wondered if this was somehow connected to the stories of sightings on the slopes, thinking that she might have been shooting at a ghost and it turned out to be her lover. It wasn’t the first time that anyone had reported the ghost skier on the slopes in Aspen.
The reported sightings after that were kept by the ski patrol until there were too many to track. And the sightings continue to this day with skiers agreeing that they have seen white puffs of snow blow by them and hearing what appears to be a faint French accent.
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