Ghosts… Spirits… And other Weird Things…
First of all let me start out this strange story by saying
that I am most certain you won't believe any of it, and that's ok... I wouldn't
either. What I am about to tell you DID in fact happen and during every event
but one was there were others with me to verify they did occur. So, I shall
begin. A few years back I was offered to do a record in Switzerland of all
places, and being that I always wanted to travel to Europe, and of course do a
record there I took the offer. But let me back up a little. My Piano player and
co-writer of this record flew to Santa Barbara, Ca to write with me and have
meetings with a few major labels in Hollywood prior to our departure. The first
odd thing I noticed when he stepped off the plane was his arm gauzed and
bandaged from his wrist all the way to his elbow, I inquired as to what had
happened and he merely told me he fell down the stairs, it wasn't till later he
told me the truth, someone had "Pushed" him down the stairs, and even
stranger was that this "Someone" wasn't a human but in fact a ghost.
I thought he had a bit to many beers that night when hearing the story, but oh
boy was I ever wrong about that. He warned me that there was a ghost in the
house, a woman, a very tall and VERY mean women. Still believing it was
folklore or possibly that he was just trying to scare me I rolled my eyes and
didn't think much of it.
GHOST #1 The baby of Les Charbonnier
When I arrived in Switzerland we went to the house. It was large house – call it a mansion if you will – settled in a tiny village up in the Alps near the border of France. It was like something out of an old European fairy tale to say the least. I will move it along here for you...
Late one night I couldn't sleep, so I went to the terrace on the third floor to get some fresh air. Strangely enough I heard a baby screaming and crying from what appeared to be the lake to the side of the house. But what would a baby be doing screaming out on a lake with no vessels at 3 AM?
I got my piano player up and he came outside into the cold. He sat there and we listened as it wailed away, I inquired what it was, the sound was giving me chills. He told me not to worry, and that this baby had cried almost every night on the lake for nearly 200 years after it had "Mistakenly" drowned in the 1800's after its mother accidentally dropped it... The sound was indeed frightening and kept me up for some time but a couple hours later I fell asleep and had a very strange dream about a little girl named Sara Dwells, which I recently published a novel about.
The Tall Women: Let me just start out by saying that this ghost was either evil or just a mad old woman. I was lying in bed in the same house when I heard something rustling about in my room in the dark. I thought it was just the house cat Rasmussen, but when I felt its warm breath panting in my ear I was certain that "Something" was in my room with me. Startled I got up and reached for the light but when I turned it on no one was there. I opened the door and stared down the hall and at that very instant my Piano player opened his door also with a terrified look on his face. All I said was "Are you messing with me man?!" and his reply to me was the same. Now keep in mind this was a very long hallway and there was nearly 50 - 60 feet between our rooms and thus we concluded it was neither of us playing a prank on the other. On the ceiling of this hallway there were about 6 lights all in a row. Suddenly each light blew out, one by one until we were standing in the darkness. He yelled for me to come to his room. The light in there worked so we new it wasn't a fuse of anything that had blown every light in the hallway. He said "Sit on the floor and don't say anything ok?! Just listen." At this point I was freaked the $!##!@ out and did as he said. I asked him why, his reply was simply "Just listen ok?!" So I sat and listened and to be honest I didn't hear a thing for about a minute. But then I heard what sounded like footsteps walking down the hallway, and not like someone walking, like someone stomping, someone very angry. This continued for about 5 minutes and ended with a door slamming shut to the back bedroom at the very end of the hall. We concluded this must have been her room at one time, lets just say that we never looked in there or went near it.
The Ghost of Johnny Black
This was the last ghost we encountered during our trip, well... kinda. We lived in the house of course but at night we weren't allowed to practice as the owner and his wife went to bed much earlier than us, however, their deceased parents house was about a half mile away on a small hill with no real surrounding neighbors so we could make a lot of noise rehearsing without being a bother to anyone in the late hours of the night. It was a creepy old house like something out of a horror flick, we didn't practice in there though, there was a barn connected to it and between the two was a studio that was set up for us to practice in. We had a small tape recorder with us to capture some of our work, but nothing else, no radio, no cell phones nothing at all that could have possibly interfered with the recording device. We thought we had something good that we should record with the tiny hand held recorder and so we recorded it. Later that night we were sitting around talking and decided to listen back... All sounded pretty normal until we were startled to hear a very deep and disturbing voice come through the tiny little speaker. I remember it exactly... I cannot even begin to convey in words how utterly bizarre this voice was, he didn't say much other than "I don't know?! I don't know... Could it be, could it be there writing symphonies?" Well, truth be told we ran out of the place and road our bikes as fast as we could back to the house like two little 6 year olds, I mean we were really freaked. We must have listened to that damn tape a hundred times. For some reason we decided to call the entity "Johnny Black.”
The Les Charbonnier Baby
After hearing the baby wail at night I new I had to do something, I felt that the spirit of this small baby needed to go to the other side and so about 2 in the morning I put on a snow suit and ventured down to the frozen lake, and let me tell you people it was a freaking scary ass walk in the pitch black forest on a frozen night. I talked to her and what made it even odder as the crying came close to me very close, like it floated toward me or something. I told her she needed to go to the other side, that it was time to stop and that everything was all right, pretty much all I could think of, hey, I'm just a musician not an exorcist or anything. Well, as it turns out after I returned back to the US I was told that the cry was never again heard...
Do I believe in GHOSTS now? OH YEAH...
GHOST #1 The baby of Les Charbonnier
When I arrived in Switzerland we went to the house. It was large house – call it a mansion if you will – settled in a tiny village up in the Alps near the border of France. It was like something out of an old European fairy tale to say the least. I will move it along here for you...
Late one night I couldn't sleep, so I went to the terrace on the third floor to get some fresh air. Strangely enough I heard a baby screaming and crying from what appeared to be the lake to the side of the house. But what would a baby be doing screaming out on a lake with no vessels at 3 AM?
I got my piano player up and he came outside into the cold. He sat there and we listened as it wailed away, I inquired what it was, the sound was giving me chills. He told me not to worry, and that this baby had cried almost every night on the lake for nearly 200 years after it had "Mistakenly" drowned in the 1800's after its mother accidentally dropped it... The sound was indeed frightening and kept me up for some time but a couple hours later I fell asleep and had a very strange dream about a little girl named Sara Dwells, which I recently published a novel about.
The Tall Women: Let me just start out by saying that this ghost was either evil or just a mad old woman. I was lying in bed in the same house when I heard something rustling about in my room in the dark. I thought it was just the house cat Rasmussen, but when I felt its warm breath panting in my ear I was certain that "Something" was in my room with me. Startled I got up and reached for the light but when I turned it on no one was there. I opened the door and stared down the hall and at that very instant my Piano player opened his door also with a terrified look on his face. All I said was "Are you messing with me man?!" and his reply to me was the same. Now keep in mind this was a very long hallway and there was nearly 50 - 60 feet between our rooms and thus we concluded it was neither of us playing a prank on the other. On the ceiling of this hallway there were about 6 lights all in a row. Suddenly each light blew out, one by one until we were standing in the darkness. He yelled for me to come to his room. The light in there worked so we new it wasn't a fuse of anything that had blown every light in the hallway. He said "Sit on the floor and don't say anything ok?! Just listen." At this point I was freaked the $!##!@ out and did as he said. I asked him why, his reply was simply "Just listen ok?!" So I sat and listened and to be honest I didn't hear a thing for about a minute. But then I heard what sounded like footsteps walking down the hallway, and not like someone walking, like someone stomping, someone very angry. This continued for about 5 minutes and ended with a door slamming shut to the back bedroom at the very end of the hall. We concluded this must have been her room at one time, lets just say that we never looked in there or went near it.
The Ghost of Johnny Black
This was the last ghost we encountered during our trip, well... kinda. We lived in the house of course but at night we weren't allowed to practice as the owner and his wife went to bed much earlier than us, however, their deceased parents house was about a half mile away on a small hill with no real surrounding neighbors so we could make a lot of noise rehearsing without being a bother to anyone in the late hours of the night. It was a creepy old house like something out of a horror flick, we didn't practice in there though, there was a barn connected to it and between the two was a studio that was set up for us to practice in. We had a small tape recorder with us to capture some of our work, but nothing else, no radio, no cell phones nothing at all that could have possibly interfered with the recording device. We thought we had something good that we should record with the tiny hand held recorder and so we recorded it. Later that night we were sitting around talking and decided to listen back... All sounded pretty normal until we were startled to hear a very deep and disturbing voice come through the tiny little speaker. I remember it exactly... I cannot even begin to convey in words how utterly bizarre this voice was, he didn't say much other than "I don't know?! I don't know... Could it be, could it be there writing symphonies?" Well, truth be told we ran out of the place and road our bikes as fast as we could back to the house like two little 6 year olds, I mean we were really freaked. We must have listened to that damn tape a hundred times. For some reason we decided to call the entity "Johnny Black.”
The Les Charbonnier Baby
After hearing the baby wail at night I new I had to do something, I felt that the spirit of this small baby needed to go to the other side and so about 2 in the morning I put on a snow suit and ventured down to the frozen lake, and let me tell you people it was a freaking scary ass walk in the pitch black forest on a frozen night. I talked to her and what made it even odder as the crying came close to me very close, like it floated toward me or something. I told her she needed to go to the other side, that it was time to stop and that everything was all right, pretty much all I could think of, hey, I'm just a musician not an exorcist or anything. Well, as it turns out after I returned back to the US I was told that the cry was never again heard...
Do I believe in GHOSTS now? OH YEAH...
Paul Waters Website
www.paulwatersmusic.com <http://www.paulwatersmusic.com>
LINK TO NOVEL "Sara Dwells & The Book of Answers"
http://www.amazon.com/Sara-Dwells-Book-Answers-ebook/dp/B005END52S/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1321775168&sr=8-1
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Voice Overs
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ahjXUNP9bVw&feature=mfu_in_order&list=UL
