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You've probably heard the famous saying, a picture is worth a thousand words. But what happens when your camera's photos begin to reveal more than you bargained for? What happens when they show you something else altogether? Something terrifying? Welcome to Sightings, the series that takes you inside the world's most mysterious supernatural events. I'm MacLeod.
Brian
And I'm Brian. And today we're diving into the most unusual ghost story we've ever encountered.
MacLeod
That's right, we're heading to Los Angeles in 1992, where two roommates come to realize not only that they have an unexpected house guest, but that he happens to have an unusual affinity for photography. One that will change the roommate's lives forever. Find out how on this episode of Sightings. This is a ghost story, but not the kind you'd expect. Yeah, sure, it's spooky, it's mysterious, it's unusual. But most importantly, it's got one thing that sets it apart from every other ghost story you've probably ever heard or will ever hear again. And that's that every word of this one is true. My name's John Townsley, and a little while back, I found this house in the hills outside Los Angeles, in an up and coming neighborhood called Mount Washington. It was a nice place with good bones, even if it's kind of old and sits elevated from the road with far too many steps for any rational person to walk every day. But I Loved it, and took it at first blush, even if I couldn't really afford it. So naturally, I turned to Kurt. He'd gone to art school with me, was also freelancing and was looking to cut costs. And since I knew we'd hit it off, he seemed like the perfect roommate match. Of course, we had no idea that there would be a third roommate in that house with us as well. But trust me, I'll get there. The first few months after moving in went by perfectly. Uneventfully. Kurt and I spent our days building out our portfolios and nights bitching about trying to make it in this town. And yeah, there was probably one too many vodka sprites thrown in for good measure. It was LA after all. Then a few months in, I first started to notice it. A strange tingling feeling, almost like you get when you catch a mild sunburn, would flash across my body at the most random times. And then after that got my attention. I would notice the shadows. They were like free floating masses moving across the floor or desk or wall. And I was never quite sure what it was because every time I tried to find some logical explanation, I came up short. Then one night when I was alone in the house, the noises started. Strange, untraceable bumps and groans, stuff like that. Then I felt someone tapping my shoulder when I was sitting at my desk and just about jumped out of my skin because Kurt was at a gig and I was alone in the house. Or was I? Naturally, my initial thought was that I was just going stir crazy because my.
John
House couldn't be haunted, could it?
MacLeod
I mean, I was a creative and all, but not one of those kooky hand waving, crystal wielding mystics. You know, the Los Feliz types. So I simply chalked everything up to tricks of the eye or old house drafts and called it a night. Then a few days later, Kurt told me he was experiencing strange things too. And we began to realize, shit, something might actually be happening here. Like something something, you know? So we decided to find some proof. And, you know, proof, maybe that sounds naive because who actually finds physical evidence that their house is haunted? I mean, have you ever seen definitive proof of the supernatural anywhere? From anyone? Neither. We.
John
But if I did say this story.
MacLeod
Wasn'T like other ghost stories, didn't I? So buckle up. For Christmas, my father sent me a Polaroid SX70 Spectra camera. Being a photographer and all, I loved the immediacy of the Polaroid medium. You know, just point, click, wait a minute. And you had a finished image. Plus, it was just a cool thing to have at parties. So I figured what better to use to try to catch something supernatural on film? So I began keeping the camera at my side whenever I was in the house. And whenever I'd feel that familiar sunburn like tingle or thought I saw a shadow, I'd snap a picture or two. Problem was, all I'd end up with was normal looking shadows, which fell far short of the proof threshold I'd set for us. Then I caught something entirely unexpected, and it scared the hell out of me. It happened on an otherwise normal day, all things considered. I was working at my desk and kept noticing that the bathroom door in the hallway outside was open, even though I knew I'd closed it. So I decided to close the door again and wait in the hallway to see what happened. Then all of a sudden, I felt that familiar tingle. So I snapped a picture. And of course, there was nothing there. Honestly, I felt like an idiot right then, thinking I'd actually catch anything. So I went back to work. But I couldn't help keeping one eye on that door. And sure enough, about an hour later, I felt that tingling again. And as soon as I caught movement out of the corner of my eye, I realized the door was moving, like opening on its own right in front of me. And it all felt so deliberate, so demonstrative, that I started shaking. So much so that I could barely manage to even snap a picture.
John
But I did.
MacLeod
And as soon as the flash lit up the hallway, the door stopped moving and that tingling sensation vanished. So all I could do was sit there and wait, trying to calm down as an image slowly resolved on that tiny piece of square film. The first thing I noticed was a wispy shape coming into focus. And I thought I was looking at some kind of joke. Because as the image sharpened, the outline of a stereotypical ghost filled the center of the frame. You know, the floating sheet kind with two big eye holes and a gaping mouth hole, like Casper or something, staring into the camera and going, boo. Surely someone was playing a prank on me and had messed with the unexposed image. So I took another picture, and this time I got a similar image. But it looked like the ghost had moved even closer to me. Unnerved, I set the camera aside and waited on the front porch for Kurt to get home. And after he trudged up those endless stairs, I showed him the photos. And he stared at them with amazement, thinking that I'd pulled off some kind of cool photographic trick. He even wanted to know how I did it. Of course, I'd done nothing More than click the shutter and told him as much. But he didn't believe me in the least and marched me over to the bathroom door and took a picture of me. But as the image resolved, his jaw dropped because hovering right above me was that same wispy, ghostly shape. Kurt immediately suspected I'd messed with the film and resolved to go out and buy a fresh pack to prove this was nothing more than a camera trick. So I went with him. We got a brand new pack of Spectra film from the Photoshop, and as soon as we got home and took another picture, Snap. A sheet like ghost consumed the frame. The night after those first inexplicable photos were taken, we had a group of friends over for an impromptu party. I had no intention of bringing up the Polaroid hoopla, afraid that people would think we were quacks. But Kurt was never as inhibited as I and spilled the beans as soon as everyone was settled in. Of course, people laughed and asked wild questions and thought the photos we'd already taken were a neat trick. But I don't think anyone actually believed us. Then our friend Ross decided to pick up the camera himself. Hoping to get in on the fun. He shouted into the room, are you here, ghost? And clicked the shutter as the film ejected from the camera. We all gathered around, waiting for the image to resolve, and as soon as I realized there was no ghostly shape like we'd seen before, I started to turn away. Then someone gasped, and another uttered, oh, my God, I think that's a word. So I turned back and grabbed the photo, and sure enough, three barely discernible cloudy white letters appeared on the image. Y, E S. Yes. As in yes, the ghost was with us. But I mean, it couldn't work that way, could it? Ghosts don't communicate by writing on film. Or do they? Before I could fully wrap my head around what was happening, someone else grabbed the camera, asked, are you a good.
John
Ghost or a bad ghost?
MacLeod
And snapped a picture again. Everyone crowded around the fresh square developing film, and before I could even get close enough to see anything, I heard another round of gasps. Sure enough, another word had appeared in the center of the developing frame as if written in clouds and light. F R I E N D Friend. As in we had a happy ghost. Wonderful. Ross grabbed the camera again, asked what the ghost's name was, and snapped a picture. And again letters appeared on the developing image, superimposed over the people and furniture in the shot. W R I G H T. Write the ghost. The ghost who could write. Of course, no one at the party could quite believe what was happening. Some laughed it off as a wicked joke. Others examined the camera and film, thinking it was some kind of technological trickery, just as Kurt and I had. Someone even offered a foolproof explanation for what was happening, apparently pushing a ballpoint pen to the back of an unexposed the Polaroid will make a message appear when the photo develops. But we tried that, and it looked nothing like the ephemeral cloud like writing we'd already seen. So since no one could find any rational explanation for the images, people finally began to believe the obvious. That this was really happening, that we had a real ghost, and that it was actively trying to communicate with us. Eventually, everyone left the party and went home for the night. But Kurt and I stayed up and asked more questions into the void, snapping photos after each one. We hoped for more writing, more answers, more anything. But nothing happened that led us to believe that perhaps someone at the party was behind the writing after all. But even so, that wouldn't explain the ghostly shapes we'd seen on the images the day before. Exhausted and dejected, we decided to finally turn in for the night. But as soon as I stepped into my bedroom, I felt that strange tingling sensation again. So I called for Kurt, and we asked Wright if he was with us again before snapping another picture. Sure enough, two words appeared on the developing image. Ita vero. Itavero. I knew enough Spanish to know it wasn't bad. Maybe it was Italian. But before I could even consider other options, Kurt jumped in. It's Latin, he said, and ran back to his room. When he returned, he held a small Latin dictionary he'd kept since high school. Ita vero, he said, means truly. So bristling with excitement, we tried to figure out what to ask next, until Kurt blurted out a question.
John
Right. Are you dead?
MacLeod
The camera flash nearly blinded me as he took another picture. We both huddled over the exposed film as more Latin words appeared. Kurt looked it up and it said, not all of me will die. I immediately asked a follow up, why Latin? And snapped another picture. But nothing materialized on the photo. Undeterred, Kurt took the camera and asked, did you die in this house? As the camera flashed, I cringed. I really didn't want to know if Wright died in this house and wasn't keen on reminding him of that fact if he had. But it was too late. The words took shape on the Polaroid. Et alia corpus delicti. I asked Kurt what it meant, but some of his dictionary pages were sticking. Finally, Kurt got it unstuck and Stared at the definition, dumbfounded. Et alia, corpus delicti meant, among other things, a murder victim. We didn't hear from Wright anymore. That night as I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, all I could do was wonder if Wright had died or, you know, been killed in the very room I was in. Wright remained silent for another few weeks. We tried, of course, to communicate with him, but he was never there. Or perhaps he just didn't feel like talking. Then one night, completely out of the blue, I felt that tingly sunburn feeling again. As soon as I noticed it, I called for Kurt, grabbed the camera and asked the room, wright, are you here? The film captured only a vague white wisp that was much less formed than his previous attempts at contact. So Kurt decided to ask the next question. Right, why won't you communicate with us? And shot another picture. Letters slowly formed. W, E, A, K. Weak. In a weird way, I felt bad for the ghost, but what could we possibly do for him? We didn't even know why he was there. But we could find out, couldn't we? I grabbed the camera again, asked Wright, why are you here? And watched as wispy letters formed on the Polaroid that emerged from the camera. Here for you.
John
That sent chills down my spine.
MacLeod
And it clearly unnerved Kurt as well.
John
Was right here for us to, I.
MacLeod
Don'T know, possess us or consume our souls.
John
Or was he here for some benevolent.
MacLeod
Reason, like to watch over us?
John
My gut said it was the latter.
MacLeod
But there was no way of knowing for sure. And then Kurt offered an alternative theory. What if he's here because he needs our help? I mean, look at what he's saying. He's weak. He's reaching out. He needs us, man. So we spent the next few days researching the previous owners of the house. The place was built in 1906, and we found ownership records for the land dating all the way back to 1848. But there was no indication that anyone had died there, let alone been murdered there. So we did the next thing any rational person with a haunted house would do. We brought in a psychic. He was an ancient looking fellow who'd been referred to us by a friend of a friend. And with his silvery hair and impossibly deep world weary eyes, he certainly looked like he'd been doing this forever. But the moment he heard our story, he immediately suspected that our entire situation was an elaborate hoax. Never, he said, had he seen an entity quote, present itself in this fashion. But his demeanor changed as soon as he stepped inside side his eyes Darkened somehow. His brow furrowed. I even noticed his hand twitching. Interesting, he said, as if that was supposed to mean anything at all to us. We explained how the Polaroid worked and offered to demonstrate for him. But he insisted that he do it himself, and with a fresh pack of sealed film he'd brought specifically for the occasion. So, loading the camera and taking in the room, he called out softly, wright, I'd like to ask you some questions. Can you tell me where you are right now? Snap. The camera flashed. Kurt and I leaned in to look at the photo, but the psychic swatted us away. So we stood there, silent as he waited for the image to develop, then showed us the wispy words that read, far from this place. The psychic then asked the room, can you show us what you look like? And snapped another picture. This time, two words appeared in the photo frame. Not ready. Quietly, I wondered if Wright himself wasn't ready to show us, or if he thought we weren't ready to see him. But I didn't dare speak. I just followed Kurt and the psychic as he moved through the house, asked more questions, and snapped more photos. Then, near the bathroom door, he suddenly halted. It was the same door that had opened in front of me when all of this first started, and clearly the location was somehow significant to the psychic. Closing his eyes and furrowing his brows with concentration, he insisted that this was the spot where the spiritual presence was strongest. It was like a vortex, he said, and it was vibrating across his entire body. Then he held a hand out, as if weighing the air in his palm, and declared that he was sensing a name. Gilbert, he said, Opening his eyes, he asked us if the name meant anything to us. I immediately began to answer no. But Kurt stopped, stopped me. Pulling the list of past homeowners from his pocket, he pointed to a Gilbert who owned this house decades ago. We hadn't even shown the list of the psychic yet. So had he really just plucked that name from nowhere? And if so, could Gilbert actually be right? The ghost? My mind flooded with questions, but my thought process was interrupted when the psychic said the vortex was intensive, and he began to visibly tremble. And I began to feel that same familiar tingling sensation.
John
Take a photo now. He shouted.
MacLeod
So I. I quickly.
John
I grabbed the camera and I snapped.
MacLeod
The photo of him. Then, just as suddenly as he'd begun trembling, the psychic fell still. Simultaneously, I felt the tingling sensation recede from my own body. He's gone, the psychic said. It's gone. We soon found ourselves on the couch in the living room, waiting for the last photo to finish developing. And indeed, a wispy ghost like shape appeared in the frame directly above the psychic. He stared intently at the image, then finally spoke. These photos are the spirit's way of saying, pay attention. Kurt asked if that meant Wright wanted us to do something, if he needed something from us. And what about the name Gilbert that the psychic had mentioned? It's possible, the psychic said, that Wright and Gilbert are one and the same. And given that his presence is so strong, he may very well still be here. Physically, I mean. Physically? How? I asked. The psychic stood and said, a body, a physical one, may still remain on this property, hidden or perhaps buried. Do with that as you will, the psychic said, then quietly left. That night, as I struggled to fall asleep, I heard movement outside my window. Tensing up, I reached for the window blinds. I held my breath as I opened them, and I deflated when I realized it was only Kurt. I stepped outside to find him setting up an old lantern. And when I saw the pair of shovels sitting beside him, I realized what he was up to. He was planning to dig for a body. Of course, I thought that went too far, and I said as much. But Kurt insisted that if we had an opportunity to put Right at peace, we had to take it. And that I couldn't argue with. So I picked up a shovel and started to dig. Within a few hours, our backyard looked like the surface of the moon, pockmarked with holes. I worried we were running out of places to dig, aside from excavating under the house itself, and told Kurt we ought to give up for the night. But Kurt wanted just a few more minutes and plunged his shovel back into the earth. This time his shovel clanged as it hit something solid. For Wright's sake, I don't think it's appropriate to describe what we found buried underground, other than to say that it caused us to rush inside and try to contact him. Almost immediately, I felt that familiar tingle and knew he was with us. So we told him what we'd found. And as we did, I felt that tingling grow more intense, from a mild sunburn to a pulsing buzz that consumed my entire. I told Kurt, take a photo. Take a photo now. And the moment the flash lit up the room, the lights in the house began to flicker and the tingling became even more intense. It was like I was on fire. Until I worried I couldn't bear it anymore. Then, boom. Everything stopped. The lights returned to normal, and the tingling receded like a distant memory. Curt held up the photo he'd taken, and I saw the wispy words in the center of the frame. All is over now. That's it. That's the last message that Wright would send us. It's also the last time I'd feel that tingling, or notice shadows on the wall or hear strange sounds in the house. And honestly, that's left me feeling a little lonely. I'd grown to like our third roommate, or I'd at least found some sense of comfort and knowing he was there. But I'd like to think he's in a better place now. Maybe all he needed was a little help and was reaching out from beyond in the only way he knew how. I'm just glad that we were listening and were able to help bring him some sense of closure. So for the time being, that's the end of our spooky and mysterious and once in a lifetime ghost story. But I still keep my Polaroid Spectra SX70 on my desk. No. Just in case.
Brian
Sightings will be back just after this.
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John
Okay, welcome back to Sightings, where I start being McLeod and stop being the characters in these stories. And we're about to dig in to the story you just heard. We're gonna talk about what's real, what's not, what's believable, what we believe. Or don't. And to help me do that, I'm here with my co host, Brian, who wrote that story.
Brian
Yeah, I'm really excited to pick this one apart.
John
As am I. Let's do it now. One of the things I love most about this story is it bucks. The trend of the normal, haunting story. You know, some aggressive, aggrieved ghost with an ax to grind that's trying to kill you, hurt you, or make your life miserable. This one, we got a friendly ghost. We got a Casper.
Brian
We do. We got Casper. And he speaks Latin.
John
Right. We've got an educated Casper.
Brian
And maybe that's why this is a supernatural encounter that people are still talking about. It's been 30 years since this happened, and it's cool because it's just so different from the norm.
MacLeod
Yeah.
John
And so I want to know what's real about this and what's not. What you kind of added for some poetic license because, I don't know, I took it all at face value. If anything, it felt like all the pieces lined up into too clean a narrative for it possibly to all be real. But I don't know.
Brian
Well, just like last week's episode, this story pretty much followed a known account of what happened in this encounter.
John
Wow.
Brian
I only made a few changes for clarity. Mainly, for instance, it wasn't John and Kurt who lived in the house. It was John Huckert and John Makowski.
John
You didn't keep them johns?
MacLeod
No.
John
That's better. I love just a couple of Johns Johning around with their ghost friend. But, no, it might have gotten confusing.
Brian
It would have. I think I also compressed the timeline a bit, because in reality, the actual events here took place over a much longer period of time than a few weeks. It took place over months and years.
MacLeod
Years.
Brian
I guess the biggest heavy lifting that I did, and it wasn't really that heavy lifting, was I dramatized the ending just a bit. All the same messages happened. I'm just not sure whether any messages happened after they started digging in their yard. I also don't know actually whether they found anything in their yard or not.
MacLeod
What? Okay.
John
That was a huge, huge detail. Because a body, in terms of my believability of this, a body is irrefutable proof. So the fact that that's not in there. Okay. All right. That colors my feelings.
Brian
Well, the reason I did it was as I was writing the story, I kind of started feeling for. Right. A little bit. You know, this poor guy is just trying to say hi. You know, a whole bunch of Times in Latin and English.
MacLeod
Hi.
Brian
But, you know, I kind of wanted to give him a nice resolution and kind of wrap things up a little bit.
John
Well, that's kind of you.
Brian
But aside from that, everything else in the story, you know, the messages themselves, the kooky psychic, that's all what was reported as having happened, and that's what made the story so cool to me is because this is such a kind of weird, unique take on a haunted house story. It's more fun and mysterious than anything.
John
Yeah, I've never heard of the ghost writing before. This is the first time I've heard of ghosts writing with their, I don't know, ghostly energy.
Brian
Ghost fingers.
John
Ghost fingers. That sounds delicious, actually. But I mean, I have heard of other ghosts of photographs before, but usually it's described as like a floating orb of white light, like hanging out by somebody. I think I heard something about there being a photo of a ghost, Abe Lincoln.
Brian
There was. There was, yeah, the famous Lincoln photograph. Let me pull that up for you.
MacLeod
Okay.
Brian
Yeah. This photo, it's. It's Mary Todd Lincoln, his widow, and Abraham Lincoln's kind of standing behind her. But he's weird and ghostly and it's kind of creepy.
John
Yeah, he's like a translucent, washed out white image of Abe, but like detailed.
Brian
Yeah, you can see his hairline and his beard and his eyebrows and ear.
John
His big old ear. All the things, all the things.
Brian
I don't know. If you want to see this for yourselves, listeners, check out our socials citing ttingspod. We'll put this image plus all the other things we're going to talk about in this episode up there for you. But yeah, this picture was taken in 1872 and it is now regarded as one of the most famous hoaxes of the 19th century.
John
I'm not terribly surprised. It does look a little hoaxy. Hokey.
Brian
Yeah. You know, the same thing applies to pretty much all the other ghost photographs that have come since then. Pretty much all of them have been ruled out as hoaxes.
John
But not this one. Not right. The ghost.
Brian
Not yet. Not at least. It's been 30 years and no one has definitively said this was a hoax.
John
So how many pictures were there in this one? Like a dozen pictures.
Brian
There were over 1000.
John
What?
Brian
Pictures taken with writing on them.
John
So a thousand photos of this ghost. This is a very active ghost. Are we supposed to believe that this ghost was just sitting there chit chatting over a thousand photos with these guys?
Brian
Well, that's for you to decide, you know, whether this was true or Not. So let's kind of dig into what the known account of this was.
John
Okay. Right. So you have two guys, John and John.
Brian
Yeah. And they moved in this bungalow in Mount Washington, which is a hilly neighborhood north of downtown LA. You live in LA, McLeod? Have you been there?
John
I haven't.
Brian
Oh, well.
John
Or at least not knowingly.
Brian
So you haven't been to that part of Kentucky? Haven't been to downtown?
John
I've been nowhere. I'm of no use to this podcast.
Brian
We were also five or six when this happened. And this was in March of 1982. 1992. I'm sorry that they first captured that image of that stereotypical kind of Casper ghost.
MacLeod
Right.
Brian
And again, this photo is going to be on our socials, but this is what it looked like. McLeod.
John
Are you kidding me? Are you kidding me? Like, it looks like Fozzie Bear got squished against a window and. But only left like a white afterimage with his little eyes and that one big mouth. It's kind of silly looking.
Brian
It is. And they had a few months of just capturing weird shapes like that and getting their tingling feeling and all those kind of things. And then June, some three months later, at a party with their friends, just like it happened in the story, they start capturing this ghost writing, and that looks a little bit different.
John
Okay, I've got these images. We've got a living room, kind of 70s looking living room, really intimate. Nice color schemes here. Looks cozy and comfortable. Some shenanigans could be out. But anyway, the important part, the writing, it looks like there's this superimposed white writing over it. The first one here, where he just writes. Right. It looks like clouds or vapor almost, or like stretched cotton maybe.
Brian
It's kind of weird and wispy.
John
Wispy, yeah.
Brian
In this other photo, though, and this one says. What does this one say? This is the et alia corpus delicti photo.
John
Okay.
Brian
That was in the story, among other.
John
Things, a murder victim. A murder victim, yeah.
Brian
And what's kind of neat about this one is there are two people in the picture and the writing is kind of superimposed over them as they're holding video cameras to their face, presumably filming this happening in real time.
John
Right. But I have to say, the. The fact that it's superimposed over them as opposed to, I don't know, interacting more within the environment kind of raises alarms for me because it seems more possible to pull off a hoax or to doctor the photos in some way. If it's just flat 2D on the photo, but not in the space, if you know what I mean.
Brian
Yeah, yeah. I mean, we should be clear that these words kind of take up the whole width of the frame, but they kind of just do look like they've been laid on top of the image almost. What do you think about the actual font, though?
MacLeod
Creepy.
John
It's super creepy.
Brian
Yeah. It doesn't feel like Casper writing, you know?
John
No.
Brian
So I wonder.
John
I mean, but I guess he's. Even though he's friendly or doesn't bear them any ill will, he's clearly suffering. I mean, it has this tortured quality. Like, it looks in the first one where he just writes his name, like somebody who's struggling to control their arm and putting all of the energy they possibly can to generate the shape of letters. But then in the second one, it's very controlled, very precise, if. And the tension or scariness in it. It looks like someone, like, carved it almost. It's like these deep, like, corpus. Like, very determined looking. Yeah.
Brian
They look, to me almost like the kind of font you would see on a movie poster for a horror movie.
John
Yeah, it does. So were these guys just freaked out of their minds or were they just, like, cool?
Brian
Well, I think what was in the story is I tried to hew towards what the guys reported actually feeling in the moment. Me, personally, I would not have been just hanging around, taking lots of photos. I probably would have been, get me out. I'm selling the house. Goodbye.
John
Yeah.
MacLeod
Yeah.
John
That would be a strong emotion for me, too.
Brian
I can. I have to imagine that these guys were unsettled by what was happening, which maybe.
John
Maybe brings up a certain amount of doubt of, like, would you really keep messing around with this or were you trying to create this?
Brian
Yeah. I think it is a big question now, even now, whether these photographs are hoaxes or not. And would a ghost really decide to write in different fonts or in different languages? Languages, exactly. And why would they even be communicating on photos to begin with?
John
Right. So. Which begs the question of, like, can we. Can we dig deeper into the Johns?
Brian
Yeah, yeah. There's a lot of stuff that happened after the story would have ended that illuminates them a little bit more for us. For example, they've done a good amount of interviews and have said, quote, we aren't out to make anyone believe anything, and, quote, we're not trying to make a buck off of this.
John
Okay.
Brian
However, they did make a book.
John
Oh, of course they did.
Brian
And I don't know if they actually published the book, but a book was published. That compiled a lot of their photos and kind of told the general. It's kind of a coffee table book.
John
Gotcha.
Brian
And that book also was promoted at a gallery event that displayed all of the photos in Los Angeles where people could go and see them. From what I've uncovered, it looks like the gallery is a free place to visit. But I think it just illuminates the point that these guys were not shy about publicity.
John
Right, right. Which, to be fair to them, if this really happened, I need to let the world know. This is incredible. This is astounding.
Brian
That's valid, too. I would probably do the same thing, I think.
John
But also, we publicize when we have something to sell, so.
Brian
Very true. And we can't forget that these guys were, you know, starving artists and writers. This seems to be the kind of thing that's right up their alley.
John
And so, I mean, do we have any specialists who've looked at. No one's been able to debunk the photos that these creative types suddenly released a coffee table book of.
Brian
There hasn't been a definitive debunk of it yet. There seem to have been a lot of attempts. The biggest one seems to have been on a television show in 1993. They sent an entire crew down to the house to examine the house and take some photos and things like that.
John
Are we talking like a 60 Minutes or like a ghost hunter type show?
Brian
It was a supernatural kind of show.
John
Supernatural type of show that has a vested interest in keeping you wondering. Because if they just got to the bottom of it, were like, yeah, this isn't real. You'd stop watching.
Brian
Exactly. So I don't think this was the pinnacle of journalism necessarily, but in this case, they brought a psychic in. They brought in photography experts.
John
Is this the psychic in the story?
Brian
This is the psychic in the story. He came in with the tv. I left the TV show out of the store.
John
Gotcha.
Brian
However, when the camera crew was there and they brought in film direct from Polaroid, they brought in four Polaroid cameras that were not touched by the Johns, and they started asking questions out into the void and shooting photos. And would you guess what happened?
John
There was more writing.
Brian
They got it live on camera, where the entire process, from loading the camera, unwrapping the brand new sealed film, putting in the camera with no cuts. With no cuts, and watching the film spit out with a response to what they said. And all of that happened on tv, basically.
John
Okay, I'm impressed. I still think there's probably a way you could either by blobbing Stuff onto the actual lens of the camera maybe, but I don't know. That is a little bit of a stumper. That's creepy.
Brian
And they had this special effects expert from the Brooks Institute of Photography take all of the photos that they took back to his lab to evaluate them, figure out what was happening, and he was able to figure out a way to replicate the phenomenon.
John
He was okay.
Brian
But the problem with this was that this process, from start to finish in a controlled lab, took an hour to complete. And if we're to believe the stories of the Johns and this television show, you know, these photos are popping left and right out of these Polaroid cameras with different writing on different frames that seem to be wildly complicated if you wanted to orchestrate a hoax like that.
John
People have always had a lot of time on their hands in the history of the world. But yes, good point.
Brian
But what do you. I mean, you sounded a little bit skeptical from the get go about this one. Give me a temperature check. Where are you right now on this.
John
Skeptical from the get go? This Skeptical Gecko. I'm a skeptical gecko.
Brian
We are going to make that the show's mascot and put that on some T shirts, I think.
MacLeod
Perfect.
Brian
Skeptical Gecko.
John
The Skeptical Gecko.
Brian
So give me your skeptical Gecko read.
John
I think there's motive. There are creative types. I mean, if nothing, if there is no guarantee of money at the other end, both the TV show and the Johns probably would want to pursue just the joy of creating this story. I think the amount of time that it took for them to put these together speaks to me about them working on it and developing this technology for creating this hoax. It's also, they live in la. I think I live in la. And you bump into and become friends with people in various aspects of the industry. So it stands to reason that the Johns maybe knew the producer of this TV show and kind of colluded from the beginning on, like, hey, I've got a great idea for a show. We've been messing around with this stuff for fun, but it's actually working and it's super creepy. I admit it's a lot to coordinate.
Brian
Yeah, yeah.
John
Anyway, that's. That's my final take on the matter. But we want to hear from you, our listeners. Hit us up on our socials, sightings, pod, or email us@theoriesightingspodcast.com let us know what you think the truth of this matter is. With that said, Brian, can you tell us where we're heading for next week's story?
Brian
Next week we are heading to a dark and dismal swamp.
John
Ooh, I'm thinking bayous.
MacLeod
I'm thinkin creole.
John
I'm thinkin voodoo.
Brian
Good guess. I'll give you one more hint. It's monster story.
John
Swamp monster. Okay, I guess I'll just have to.
MacLeod
Wait till next week.
Brian
That's right. Same place, same time next week. See y'all then on Sightings.
John
Bye.
Brian
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Podcast: Sightings
Host/Author: REVERB | QCODE
Release Date: September 30, 2024
In this gripping episode of Sightings, titled "Polaroid Ghostwriter: California, 1992", hosts MacLeod and Brian delve into one of the most unusual and compelling ghost stories ever documented. Set in Los Angeles in 1992, the episode explores the eerie experiences of two roommates, John and Kurt, who unwittingly become cohabitors with an otherworldly presence that dramatically alters their lives.
John narrates the chilling sequence of events that unfolded after he and his friend Kurt moved into an old house in the Mount Washington neighborhood of Los Angeles. Initially, life seemed normal as they focused on their creative pursuits, but subtle disturbances soon began to surface.
Strange Sensations and Shadows:
"A strange tingling feeling, almost like you get when you catch a mild sunburn, would flash across my body at the most random times." (02:00
John describes noticing free-floating shadows moving across surfaces, initially dismissing them as tricks of the eye or old house drafts.
First Encounters:
One night, while alone, John experiences unexplained noises and feels someone tap his shoulder—an event that shakes him to his core. When Kurt returns and shares similar experiences, both roommates realize that something supernatural might be at play.
Determined to find evidence of the haunting, John decides to use his newly acquired Polaroid SX70 Spectra camera to document these occurrences.
Initial Failures:
Despite multiple attempts, John only captures ordinary shadows on film until an unexpected event changes everything.
First Ghostly Image:
"The outline of a stereotypical ghost filled the center of the frame. You know, the floating sheet kind with two big eye holes and a gaping mouth hole, like Casper or something." (07:38
Amazed yet skeptical, John takes another photo, resulting in a similar image where the ghost appears closer, deepening the mystery.
As the phenomenon intensifies, the ghost begins to communicate through the Polaroid camera, leaving cryptic messages in both English and Latin.
First Written Message:
"Y, E, S. Yes. As in yes, the ghost was with us." (10:59
The message leaves everyone at an impromptu party in disbelief but gradually convinces them of the ghost's presence.
Subsequent Messages:
Messages like "F, R, I, E, N, D" (11:00) and "W, R, I, G, H, T. Write the ghost." (11:00) emerge, suggesting a desire for communication and possibly assistance.
Latin Revelations:
"Ita vero." (14:04) translates to "truly," and later, "Et alia corpus delicti," meaning "a murder victim," hint at a deeper backstory tied to the house's history.
Convinced that the ghost, potentially named Gilbert or Wright, needs their help, John and Kurt embark on a quest to uncover the truth.
Research and Psychic Consultation:
They investigate the house's past and consult a psychic, who identifies the name Gilbert, aligning with their findings.
Discovering the Body:
Armed with shovels, the roommates dig in their backyard, leading to a horrifying discovery that confirms the ghost's tormented existence. Following this, the final message appears: "All is over now." (16:46), signaling the end of the haunting.
Emotional Aftermath:
John reflects on the closure they've achieved, expressing a mix of loneliness and relief, as the supernatural disturbances cease forever.
After narrating the story, hosts John and Brian transition into an in-depth discussion, analyzing the authenticity and peculiarities of the account.
Unique Aspects:
"We got a friendly ghost. We got a Casper." (28:09)
The story stands out due to its depiction of a benevolent ghost using a Polaroid camera for communication, diverging from typical malevolent ghost narratives.
Comparisons to Known Ghost Photographs:
The hosts reference famous ghost photographs, such as the 1872 Mary Todd Lincoln portrait, highlighting similarities and differences in ghostly portrayals and veracity.
Potential for Hoax:
Skepticism arises regarding the feasibility of orchestrating such a complex hoax, especially considering the live TV investigation where ghostly writing appeared without prior knowledge or manipulation.
"The amount of time that it took for them to put these together speaks to me about them working on it and developing this technology for creating this hoax." (41:28)
Psychic's Role and Validation:
The psychic's live involvement and the subsequent replication of ghostly writing under controlled conditions add layers of mystery and skepticism.
Final Thoughts:
John concludes with a critical perspective, questioning the motives and possibility of a coordinated hoax, while also acknowledging the story's enduring intrigue and lack of definitive debunking.
"I think there's motive. There are creative types... It stands to reason that the Johns maybe knew the producer of this TV show and kind of colluded from the beginning." (41:43)
The episode wraps up with an invitation for listeners to share their thoughts and theories regarding the "Polaroid Ghostwriter" story. The hosts tease the next episode's exploration into a swamp monster legend, ensuring listeners stay tuned for more supernatural investigations.
John on Ghostly Communication:
"Y, E, S. Yes. As in yes, the ghost was with us." (10:59)
"Et alia, corpus delicti meant, among other things, a murder victim." (14:07)
Host Skepticism:
"I think the amount of time that it took for them to put these together speaks to me about them working on it and developing this technology for creating this hoax." (41:28)
"I mean, I have heard of other ghosts of photographs before, but usually it's described as like a floating orb of white light." (30:44)
Emotional Reflection:
"I'm just glad that we were listening and were able to help bring him some sense of closure." (25:51)
"Polaroid Ghostwriter: California, 1992" stands out in the realm of supernatural storytelling due to its blend of technological intrigue and heartfelt resolution. Whether viewed as a genuine paranormal encounter or a masterfully crafted hoax, the story continues to captivate and provoke thought about the boundaries between the natural and the supernatural.
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