Date: 2009-11-16
I was the lodge master of a German/American Freemason lodge in San Francisco, California. On a cold Monday night in December 1966, I had just closed the weekly meeting, and, as was my habit, I was waiting until the last lodge member had left so I could turn off the lights. One lodge brother was still present, putting on his overcoat and hat. His name was Richard Decker. He was a slight,...
Date: 2009-07-30
My maternal grandfather enjoyed playing the guitar and the mandolin. As his family grew, he built them a larger home with his own two hands. He was always a self-reliant, independent sort. When he developed heart trouble, he ended his own life in a bout of depression. I was about seven or eight years old at the time of his death. When I reached my mid-twenties, after a hitch in Uncle Sam’s army,...
Date: 2009-07-21
I had lived in Ohio since 1968 and had not seen my brother during that period. I had almost erased him from my mind. The first six weeks of 1977 brought nothing but vague dreams of him and my home in Alabama. Each morning I had severe headaches and pains in my chest and arms. I tried furiously to come up with even the most vague interpretation of the dreams, but each attempt brought only...
Date: 2008-05-07
I learned about death in 1923. During lunch on August 14 of that year I fainted in our home in Brinkley, Arkansas. My husband, Ted Clemons, rushed me to the hospital where doctors found that my appendix was ruptured and gangrenous. I was immediately prepared for surgery. As the ether cone brought oblivion, I discovered I could see through walls! I was high above the people around me and seemed...
Date: 2007-12-10
One evening in August 1976, while driving with my husband and daughter, we spotted a friend coming out of a store in Burlington, Massachusetts. We pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car to talk to her. My daughter, Dawna, who was six at the time, stayed in the car. As my husband, my friend, and I were talking, Dawna, watching out the car window, said, “Look, it’s a flying saucer.” We...
Date: 2006-10-23
Andrew Honigman, author of True Tales of Ghostly Encounters, shares one of his favorite personal ghost stories and invites readers to submit their own spooky encounters to his monthly feature in Fate magazine, "My Proof of Survival."
