The Ghosts of Flight 401
John G. Fuller was a American author who passed away in 1990. He wrote a few books and would write in news paper articles, mostly focusing on the topic of E.T’s and supernatural events. In 1972, an Eastern Air Lines Flight 401 crashed into the Florida everglades.
It was known as one of America’s worst aircraft disaster. 97 of 163 passengers didn’t make it off the plane, though many did survive as well.
This story is interesting because of the strange incidences that happened after. Employees of the airline started seeing ghostly figures of the pilot and co-pilot of the plane.
They would also see some of the 10 deceased flight attendants on another flight. The eerie theory is that parts of the plane from flight 401 were salvaged and reused to make another plane called the Lockheed L-1011. John G. Fuller had used ouija boards to contact different spirits of people who were on that plane to create his book The Ghosts of Flight 401. If you’re interested, give it a read and see what you think.
In 1912 a woman named Pearl Curran and her friend Emily Grant Hutchings used an ouija board, only to have a relative of Mrs. Hutchings to come through. She bought her own ouija board and brought it to Mrs. Currans house with the intention of continuing the communication.
A year later, a communication from someone named “Pat C” came through. About a month later, the board seemed to become possessed with an unusual amount of strength, and the full blown communications with Patience Worth started.
One of the messages was: “Many moons ago I lived. Again I come. Patience Worth my name. Wait, I would speak with thee. If thou shalt live, then so shall I. I make my bread at thy hearth. Good friends, let us be merrie. The time for work is past. Let the tabby drowse and blink her wisdom to the firelog.”
When asked when she was alive, the dates 1649 to 1694 were given and that her home was “across the sea”.
After enough commuication, Mrs. Curran started to be able to envision what Patience looked like and could describe details images of her life. This spirit eventually told them that she was killed by the Indians.
Many books and press releases surrounded this story, which eventually ended by Pearl receiving a communication from Patience that she (Pearl) was going to die. Even though she had no signs of illnesses, Pearl ended up developing pneumonia late in November and died on December 3, 1937.
My Own Story
I had a strange experience with an ouija board as a young girl. I had always been interested in the paranormal, and the idea of ghosts haunted me deeply from a young age. Although I never “saw” or consciously interacted with ghosts, I felt like my old victorian house was haunted, and almost everyone who came over would agree.
One day, I was playing with an ouija board with some of my friends in my living room. We were all very young and some of my friends were extremely scared of the board. We all moved the dial around, joking and not receiving any real messages. We’d ask “who is the ghost coming for” then purposely move it to the letter of someones name to scare them.
Nothing came from it other than a few scared little girls. A few days later, I noticed something that will haunt me forever. This memory chills me as I write about it. I noticed while taking a bath, that the side of the medicine cabinet across from me had a terrifying painting of a girls face on it. I had never seen it before, and I had lived there for long enough that I would have. It was a simple face of a girl, drawn in grey paint, except the mouth was a big red X.
It looked terrifying, it wasn’t messy or done by a child, it was clean and had the scariest energy behind it. It stared at me and I immediately told my mom, who figured one of my friends did it. But when? Where did they get the paint and WHY would they even bother? It took awhile before we painted it over, and every time I took a bath it would scare me so much.
And thats not even all! After it was painted over, I noticed on the other side of the cabinet there was what looked like a “No” carved into the wood. It was slanted, like the N curved and the o was little. It looks like it can also just be a strange indent, but it’s just a bit too defined to just be random. That story freaks me out to this day.
There is clearly much more to reality than just this physical plane; consciousness doesn’t cease to exist after we die. Many people think it’s our belief in ghosts that makes them real. So what do you think?