Ghost Stories

Somewhere in the great Salton Basin, or the Laguna Salada or the delta of the Colorado River, lie the bones of an ancient ship stranded hundreds of years ago seen now and again by desert wanderers or by Indians. That is one of the most persistent legends of the far Southwest. There is every reason to believe that such a ship does or could exist.

If you have ever been up in Blue Cut on old highway 395, late at evening, sometimes you can hear the baying of mules or horses. Of course when you look around to see where the noise is coming from a Big UP quartet will come roaring around the cut and the noise will disappear or fade away.

When my mom was a bout 12 she came down with a sickness that dam near killed her but in today's medicine world it would have been considered a nuisance cold. But back then Colic was deadly especially during the depression when people didn't have access to money or doctors for that matter.

Add in some shadowy figures, ungodly screams, guns shots heard in the middle of the night and no one around and fresh footprints on head stones in the morning is enough to make any ghost hunter happy.

The following story comes from the Lake Hemet area and I wont say that it was I that was involved, but Suffice it to say that the young ladies involved swear to this day that they felt the ground start shaking in what they thought was an earthquake, not at all uncommon in southern California as well know. Trouble is, the trailer wouldn't stop shaking.

When I was about ten a good friend of mine, actually I considered her to be my first girl friend, Denise became ill with a strange and deadly disease known as cancer. she was only 11 and it just seemed strange for to see her so sick.