Say goodnight Denise, I'm going back to sleep now....

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.

Her mother eventually told my mom that Denise had Ovarian cancer, and this being the late 1950's, there was nothing the doctors could do for her.

Big foot Survives.....In The Santa Ana River...

My dad use to tell me stories of Big foot living up on Thomas MT just to the East of Anza. He said that he and my uncles had even shot at one while hunting big horned sheep up on the Anza flats, the area that drops down out of the mountains into the desert above Palm Springs.

My Indian relatives called big foot something else. they weren't to afraid of the creatures when they saw them, usually down by creeks fishing with there hands. But they did refer to them as Devils, or the Takwis.

A Red Rose for my Dad....

After my dad died, flowers were always placed at his crypt in Bellevue. And relatives always noticed that on a certain date of each year a Red Rose would appear. My mom asked about it, thinking it might be my dads mom who was doing it but Mable always denied that she was the one responsible.

this went on for several years, so finally in about 1997, I felt for some reason it was time to start asking questions. My mom said no and most of my dads brothers and sisters that were still alive said they did not know who left the rose. Except for Jack, my dads oldest surviving brother. He said he knew all about it but was not allowed to tell me until after my Mom had died.

When the fog turns green in Chino watch out for the hook....

This Urban legend has been around for a log time but many people believe it is true, especially in Chino along the Pomona expressway down towards the Prado Dam, an area well known for its 'Green Fog'

The story begins according to the CHP begins with the escape of a prisoner from Chino Men's Prison. The man, when escaping, got his hand caught in the top razor sharp wire and lost his hand when hee sawed his way free, of course leaving his hand behind to be discovered by Prison Guards the next morning who were searching for him.

Watch out for flying heads at Bear Gulch.. And raiding Indians, burning coaches and hanging bodies.

Urban legends? ghost stories? you decide.

Over the years I had read numerous stories of the old days in Rancho Cucamonga. different stories, haunting's, strange noises and ghostly sightings, many I believed and many I didn't. some of stories were simply urban legends. Other's; friends of mine had heard and passed on to me. And one or two I witnessed myself.

Here then are some of the stories, some true, some false, plus haunting's, and urban legends all surrounding the red hill area..

Red hill has always had a haunted reputation, extending back all the way to the Rains house murders in the 1850's. After the Rains Murders's which remain unsolved to this day, reports of a lone horseman seen riding down the side of Red Hill closet to modern day Foothill. Some people say that there is all of a sudden a great silence then BANG!! BANG!!! Gun shots ring out, and man is heard to fall to the ground groaning and calling out for his wife. She was always thought to implicated in some way in his death especially when another close friend or lover of hers was shot dead in almost the same manner a few years later. Her daughter (One of 15 kids some say) married a future governmor of California.

A ghost dressed in blue...or airport lights, car lights or someone next door....You be the judge.

In 1967 my mom and dad moved into a new home on Waverly Court in Upland, and of course I still being in high school went along because after all, the kids always go where their parents move to.

I soon discovered that on certain nights in my room a blue light would appear on the ceiling of my room. The first time my dog woke me from a sound sleep barking at the light as it drifted down the wall then went it out as it hit the floor.

The nights it would happen were usually very foggy, moist and drippy out side. Out side my window at that time was an orange grove. When it was clear I never saw the light, but on nights like I described, I would sometimes see it, not all of the time.

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