Fan Fiction ❯ The Dr. Booker T. Jackson Accounts of the Paranormal ❯ June 18th, 1987 - Roy Murray ( Chapter 1 )

What you are about to read are confidential audio recordings from the 1980's and 90's that have been transcribed for your reading pleasure. They contain conversations in visits between unlicensed psychiatrist Dr. Booker T. Jackson and his patients, the subject of these interactions being his patient's retellings of persistant visions and encounters with the paranormal. Some even feature him using tools and remedies of the paranormal, and even visiting haunted sites. The earliest tapes date from June of 1987 and are as recent as August of 1999, and were taped in a house in New Mexico that has since burned down. There are hundreds of these tapes, and they are each individual, one-of-a-kind sessions and there is only one of each tapes and they were never reproduced. They were found all over America in flea markets, garage sales, and libraries, and many more are still lost. These tapes have been named The Dr. Booker T. Jackson Accounts of the Paranormal.

Recording begins:

(In the background, the rustling of chairs against shag carpeting can be heard as they pull their chairs into place. The rest of the backgorund noise is purely AM political talk radio.)

Dr. Booker T. Jackson: "Okay, Mr. Murray. You are being recorded as of a few seconds ago, on Tuesday, June 18th, 1987. It is currently 9:25 A.M.. For those listening to this tape in the future, I am Dr. Booker T. Jackson, freelance and unlicensed new age psychiatrist. I believe in and support the paranormal and support supernatural phenomenons in any patient's account. Over the next few years and series, I plan to document several retellings of these phenomenons, conduct experiments with alternative treatments and objects of occult and supernatural value, and record trips to certain haunted sites. I have with me Roy Murray, who has experienced horrible yet remarkable paranormal events throughout his whole life. Tell me about all of these other-worldly events happened in your life. Infact, start from as far back as you can remember. I won't step in often."

Roy Murray: "First of all, where this starts I believe, is at a time when I was four years old we were fishing with some family friends. I fell into the algae filled water and, in essence, I drowned. I remember going under. The next thing I remember is waking up on the couch at our friend's house covered in blankets and towels watching Wonder Woman and my mom and dad and their friends were in the kitchen playing cards.

Shortly after that, we took our first trip to Walt Disney World in Florida. It was a very long drive down so we stopped at my mother's friend's house in Georgia on our way there. Her son, Jason who was five at the time slept in his own bedroom and his sister Andrea, who was only two at the time slept in the room with her mom and dad. I was to sleep in Jason's room with him, but no one said anything about what had been going on in there until it was too late.

Apparently, while Jason slept every night, an old Indian woman would come and stand at the end of his bed and stare at him. He went and told his mom and dad about it several times, but they always told him he was just dreaming or something and either he'd sleep in their room floor with them because he was too scared to go back to his room or he'd just go back to his room and try to go back to sleep. On the night's he'd go back to his own room is when the problems began.

The woman came into his mom and dad's room and his mom woke up and saw her. She led her outside along the road and up into the forested trails of the mountains near their house. Michelle, who is Jason's mom, was in a daze when she realized where she was and what had happened....stunned at the fact she had walked so far from home, she turned round and the woman was gone, so she walked back to their house and cleaned her feet and went back to bed. Never saying a word to her husband or the children about what had happened...until it started happening to Jason. Michelle and her husband Ronald would wake up in the mornings and Jason would be nowhere around. The old lady had started leading Jason away from the house and up the trails of the mountains in their back yard.

The night I slept in Jason's bed in his room, I was awoke by him crying. I looked over and the lady was standing there at the foot of the bed, she simply turned and walked out of the room. I looked over at Jason, and there was, much to my poor little four year old horror, what seemed to be gallons of blood covering the bed, my pajamas, and Jason's face and clothes.

I screamed and my mom and dad came into the room. My dad immediately picked me up out of the bed and then Michelle and Ronald came running into the room. Michelle was shocked at the condition of myself and Jason, and she just kind of stood there with her hand to her mouth. Ronald however, came over and scooped Jason up out of the bed and we all ran into the living room. We both took baths to get the blood off of us and then Jason and I were put to bed on the couch and chair in the living rooms after we were cleaned up.

Our parents didn't go back to bed however. They stayed just off the bedroom in the dining room and kitchen and went ahead and started cooking breakfast. I think to this day that is why I hate the smell of pancake syrup so much, but in any event, they fixed breakfast and were sitting at the dining room table which from my spot now in the floor next to Jason on the couch I could see Ronald sitting and smoking and drinking coffee with my dad. They were whispering about something I didn't know what, but both of their faces looked so stern and sincere that I figured it was some "grown up stuff" so I sat up and turned the TV on and they told me where I could find Sesame Street on the local stations so I watched that and played with some toys that were in the living room next to the TV. Jason got up a little while later, but for the rest of our stay we were NOT to go into his bedroom for anything. Our moms and dads would go in there to get whatever we needed.

Before we left for our drive on to Florida and Disney World, we went in there to get the last of my things. My mom and dad and I...and the bed was still coated in a pool of dried blood. ALL OVER the white fitted sheet a huge round circle covering almost the entire middle area of the bed.

I, much later in life, was told about the old woman incidents and that apparently after we left, Jason started having massive "nosebleeds", but we couldn't figure out why.

Jason, as an adult these many years later, has now murdered someone and is serving a life sentence in jail."

Dr. Booker T. Jackson: "That's quite intriquing, Mr. Murray. Did Jason murder the Indian lady?"

Roy Murray: "No, Jason killed some guy that had something to do with drugs or something. Last time I saw him was about 2 years ago when he, his sister, and my mom came and stayed with my family and I when his mom was trying to leave her husband Ronald. I have another story, if you would like to hear it."

Dr. Booker T. Jackson: "By all means, Mr. Murray, tell me whatever you need to say."

Roy Murray: "When I was around nine, my family used to go grocery shopping every Friday night as soon as my Dad would get home from work. We would go to the grocery and sometimes go out to eat at Kentucky Fried Chicken, then we would hurry up and get home so we could watch what was one of our favorite television shows at the time, 'Happy Days'.

On our way home on this particular evening, we got about three miles from our house and saw an accident. We slowed down as we got to where it was, it was in the other oncoming lane, and there was a police car coming up so we just slowed down for a little bit. Trees lined both side of the road and we were just down from a couple of houses on either end. Right across the road from where this happened, right next to our car, were thick trees and what used to be a school bus stop that was a small wooden shack with an old 7 Up sign on the side of it. This was long overgrown and never used anymore.There was a man falling out of the driver's door of the car lying on the road with his upper body and torso and his head was broken open on top with what I assume were his brains leaking out.

But standing at the rear of the wrecked car was appearantly a duplicate of man who was by all accounts lying dead on the ground, but he looked just fine, just standing there, looking down at his dead body. He looked over at us and waved and smiled like 'Hey!' and then looked back down at the body on the ground that was his former earthly shell. He looked happy and kind of like, content or something standing there looking down at his own remains.

I watched out my rear window as long as I could see the scene unfold, the police pulling up...and then we went over a hill and I couldn't see anymore. We drove on home and I found out a few days later that my Dad worked with that guy at the lumber yard he worked for. That little patch of road next to the 7 Up bus stop on the way to my parent's house still gives me the creeps. I have another story.

Another one of my earlier experiences involved what was most likely either a childhood hallucination or an effort by the spirits to get me to NOT be afraid of their quite often horribly shocking appearance, since I was just a child at that time.

My dad and I were driving down a two lane road when I was about six or seven. We were going to Union City, Tennessee to visit some family friends. As we're driving down the road, we passed this corn field. I saw a woman running out of the corn field, but she had no head. I had learned by this time not to say anything to my Mom or Dad about these things I saw, because, well, my Dad was quite a jerk and more often than not, my pleas of 'I'm scared' were met with one of my Dad's favorite answers, 'Boy, do you want me to give you something to be scared of?!' So, I didn't say anything to my Dad. I'm watching this woman out the window and she's tossing her head around in the air, almost like a clown playing with a balloon or something.

The song 'The Greeks Don't Want No Freaks' by the Eagles was playing on the 8 track at the moment the lady with no head leapt from the side of the road, onto the hood of our car, she was then wearing a Supergirl outfit, cape and all, but with no head, still juggling it around, and she landed on one foot on our hood. I VIVIDLY remember how plastic/shiny leather looking her boots were and how the toes looked like they bent and scrunched as they landed on our hood. The boots were a bright BRIGHT red with a white stripe around the top which came to a point in the center and a thin white stripe going down to the tip-toe of the boot. When she leapt onto the hood of the car, I saw the eyes of her head looking at me, and she smiled. I slunk down into one of my favorite places when I was scared in the car, I slid down into the floorboard with my head resting on the seat. She then leapt from our hood and ran off into the field on the other side of the road.

The preceding may sound silly to some of you, but you have to realize, I was young, very young, and had been seeing "ghosts" since I was about four. I was mortified of this spot in the road for YEARS after that and still think about this happening every time I drive through there to this day."

Dr. Booker T. Jackson: "Have you had any other experiences with this stretch of road?"

Roy Murray: "Yeah. My Mom and Dad and I were driving down a two lane road when I was maybe about seven. We were going to Union City, Tennessee to visit some family friends.

Anyway, just across the street from the corn field is another field and next to that was a house that sat WAY off the road and had a rather long driveway. In this large front yard was a tree. Some song by Juice Newton was playing on the 8 track and I had already prepared to hide my eyes in case I saw the headless woman again. This time, I was in the back seat of the car, so I felt a bit more safe for some reason. I was peeking over the edge of the door out the driver's side window when I saw us pass the fields. Relieved that I hadn't seen the woman, you can imagine my fear when I saw hanging from the tree in this front yard...a man."

Dr. Booker T. Jackson: "Was he hung as in killed or was he trying to retrieve something from the tree?"

Roy Murray: He was, without a doubt, hanging dead from that tree. I cannot find the words to express how horrific this man's appearance was. He was bloated and discolored. His neck was all cocked to one side and his clothes were torn. His skin was almost a greenish grey color, like he had been hanging there for a long time. There was a clear sheet of plastic, like the plastic sheeting they use on floors when they paint a ceiling, that blew and then caught on his legs and feet. I was transfixed on him just watching and watching as we passed by. Then he started to wriggle like he was struggling with the rope he was hanging from and he raised his head and looked at our car and then we got around a curve and I couldn't see him anymore. Still what I have said here just doesn't do justice to the permanent inscription of horror I have in my head.

I started crying and buried my head into the back seat, singing silently to myself while we made the rest of the drive to our friend's house. I told my mom about the man in the tree that night as I went to bed and she was tucking me in. She told me I must have imagined it or someone was joking. I saw the man in the tree a few more times after that, but haven't seen him in years now. I can't drive that road without looking into that yard and remembering what I saw there so long ago. Even as an adult, I still have nightmares about that stretch of road. I haven't a clue what is so significant about it...."

Dr. Booker T. Jackson: "Going back to your first story, I don't understand how your mother...or was it Jason's mother? Anyways, I don't understand how she experienced the disappearance of the Indian woman while outside, and not believe your other accounts.

The blood on the bed; Payback for what the white man has done to the Native American? Maybe Jason's ancestors were involved somehow with the destruction of the Sioux, or the Cherokee, or whichever tribe was dominant in the area?

As for your more recent account, the hanging man could signify the overall injustice pertaining to the area. Tennessee, right? Maybe the mass lynching of African Americans? Maybe that's why the man looked weird.

I'm baffled by the headless woman. Not only by what psychological or historic motivation for her appearance may of been, but by how could your father not seen a decapitate woman leap onto his car?

The only solutions, besides you making this up, which I seriously do not think is the case, given the comlexity of your acocunts, are that you're hallucinating, or that it looks like you have a 6th sense, which is the one I'm leaning the most towards. It must've been terrible to have parents that wouldn't believe you. I'd believe my children if they told me similar stories. It's just too descriptive to make up. I'm going to step over to the mini fridge and get a Coca Cola. Would you like one?"

Roy Murray: "No thank you, doctor."

(Audible is Dr. Booker T. Jackson getting up, fetching a can of Coke, closing the refridgerator door, the squeak of his chair as he sat back down, and finally, the crisp snap of him opening his soda can.)

Ron Murray: "I do seem to have a 6th sense that lets me see stuff like shadow creatures and ectoplasmic objects that look one hundred percent real, but soon vaporize after a while, even after I've interacted with them. I've also seen mysterious shadows and dark figures, but what would be deemed the 'Shadow People' or 'Shadow Creatures' by you probably aren't the same thing to me, usually. I see are things existing with an inhumane, intangible, almost animalistic quality to them. I've been lucky enough to be left alone by those lovely beings."

Dr. Booker T. Jackson: "Do you care to elaborate on that, Mr. Murray?"

Ron Murray: "I sure will. As a small child I spent a lot of time staying the weekends over at cousins or at my Grandmother's house. I was staying the night at my cousin's house one Friday night when I had a truly horrifying experience.

I was about ten or eleven years old and my cousins and I had stayed up playing Atari and watching television fairly late the night before. They were both girls, so I, being male and a couple of years younger, was sleeping in a different room than they were, seeing as teenage girls need their privacy. Anyway, I was trying to go to sleep when I thought I saw one of my cousins coming down the hallway through the open bedroom door. It looked like she was crawling, kind of slinking along the floor. I figured she was trying to creep up on me and scare me so I half shut my eyes, still peeking down the hall, doing the "Hide and Seek squint cheat", you know what I'm talking about. But as I squinted, I kind of lost track of where she was, because after all, it WAS kind of dark.

I opened my eyes a bit more and was peering down the hall and saw her stand up. Only it wasn't my cousin, and it wasn't quite standing. It kind of looked like a little kid that had fallen down while crawling and was trying to get up but could only get as far as up on it's hands, arms and chest and was kind of writhing there in the hallway.

I got really freaked out and shut my eyes so tight that it caused those purple spider-web lights to shoot across my eyelids. Then I heard it coming up the hall.

I opened my eyes again at the sound.

It caught the moonlight spilling forth from the room I was in and looked like a horribly malformed, misshapen child, nude except for a diaper, hobbling towards the bedroom door. Looking straight at me.

I figured it was another of the many funky things I saw as a child, so I shut my eyes tightly again and I still heard it coming. Opening my eyes I could see it had reached the entryway to the bedroom and was still looking straight at me with it's twisted features. Then it's gnarled lips curled into a salivating grin and it raised one of it's mongoloid arms and pointed a stubby crooked finger at me. Then raised both of its arms and came limping towards the bed as if it wanted me to pick it up like an infant.

The room got really cold and started to stink VERY badly.

At this point I was petrified.

I squeezed my eyes shut tightly praying for it to go away. Just as I felt a pressure on the bed. Something was crawling in bed with me. I opened my eyes one last time to see it on the bed with me no more than six inches from me trying to reach toward my chest and drooling and looking at me with that look and screamed my head off, then blacked out and had a seizure. I have have had a seizure disorder since birth..

I can't sleep with an open door ANYWHERE AROUND. Closet door, bathroom door or otherwise."

Dr. Booker T. Jackson: "That is horrid. I have time for one more story, Mr. Murray."

Roy Murray: "Alright. Yesterday, my daughter, who is going to be a year old a week from today, she was drinking her bottle of white grape juice yesterday sitting RIGHT next to me in her high chair while I was using the computer. She tried to get me to get a drink of her juice and I laughed and told her 'No thank you.'
She smiled and went back to eating and drinking her juice and not even five minutes later, when I turned to my left to look at what she was doing, her bottle was gone. Just gone...not a trace of it. We looked all over the kitchen for it yesterday and even still this morning but it's nowhere to be found, it just disappeared.

Here's the disturbing part.

Outside my bedroom door this morning in the floor was a baby doll of hers that went missing about a month or so ago. It now has this huge stain on it and, well, let's just say the face and eyes have been deformed.

Still don't have a frickin' clue where her bottle from yesterday is, but this doll is just damn freaky looking now. I guess 'they' were done with the doll and 'traded' it for her bottle...I dunno."

Dr. Booker T. Jackson: "By 'deformed', do you mean they mauled it or mutilated it?"

Roy Murray: "No, it wasn't scarred. Just the face was bizarrely arraged. I brought it with me today for you to look at."

Dr. Booker T. Jackson: "Ah, I was wondering wat it was about. Now, let's take a look...Hm, that is strange. As this is is being recording with no visuals, I will describe the state of this doll: Aside from a deep, brownish-read stain on its torso, its left eye has been completely shut, while its other is pulled away to the side. The plastic that makes the lips has been scrunched and slightly twisted. I think the theory about the paranormal beings 'trading' your childs toys is right on target. It seems that the 'ghosts' have a habit of not only interacting with you, but your child, as well. That doesn't surprise me, as ghosts make direct contact with children more than they do adults Has your wife ever noticed your children talk to themselves?"

Roy Murray: "My son used to always talk about the ghosts in our home. That's how we began naming them was by whatever he called them. The 'Disappeared Boy' and 'Disappeared Man' were common in conversation between my son and wife and I. I don't know if my daughter can see the yet like my son Logan could, but after the past few days, I'm starting to think she can, and it's the girl ghost in our house that's messing with her. She recently has started waking up from sleep crying and pointing at our bathroom door just off our bedroom...where the teen girl's ghost likes to hang out."

Dr. Booker T. Jackson: "That's what I expected. I'm going to extend our session a little more so you may expand on your children's interactions with the ghosts."
Roy Murray: "Thank you, Dr. Jackson. My son, who is three, used to talk about playing with the 'Disappeared Boy' and 'Disappeared Girl'. One day, I got out our vacuum to clean the living room carpet and as I walked over to the outlet to plug it in, it made this loud thud-crack kind of noise. My son told me the 'Disappeared Man' kicked it because the 'Disappeared Man' doesn't like the vacuum. I went over and looked at it, it didn't look like anything was wrong with it, so I plugged it in. It wouldn't work. I changed outlets. It wouldn't work. I could never get it to work again. We had to buy a new one.

The 'Disappeared Boy', as my son calls him, in my house has an affinity for playing with my son's toys. He has a little laptop spelling and games toy in his room. As I walked into the front bathroom one day, which is off to the side of his bedroom door, the laptop turned on and started making noise. I picked it up out of the floor, opened it up, turned it off and set it back down. I turned to go to the bathroom and as I did the laptop turned back on and started making noises again. He also has a talking action figure, it says 'Hey!' and some other stuff. We can be sitting in here in the living room and it will yell, from the other room, 'Hey!', then wait a little bit, then 'Hey!', then wait a bit more, then, 'Have a nice day.' He also had another talking action figure that used to sit on top of a toy box we had for him in OUR bedroom. It would randomly in the middle of the night spout out phrases like 'Hey, wanna play?' or 'Let's play some more' followed by 'See ya later!'

I couldn't handle that, so I put the thing in the closet where it still talks every now and then, it's just not so loud and I don't have to look at it. This stuff really doesn't bother me that much most of the time. When the doll stuff was going on and I lived in my Great Grandmother's old house, I didn't sleep unless I was totally exhausted, I couldn't. I spent many nights driving around or at friends' houses. I'm not trying to brag or anything, but my Mother seems to think that my health problems and my high IQ make me more 'sensitive' to this stuff.

I would also like to point out, even though it's obvious, I do see these things more often than those around me, but they tend to experience things as well because this phenomena is somewhat drawn to me.

Something funny happened once. The kid that lives across the way from us, his dad had to go to a specialist for a doctor's appointment, so he asked me to watch his son while he was gone. I was like, 'Sure,' so when his dad left he came over and played video games for a while.

We were sitting here in the living room playing something on the Nintendo Entertainment System, and one of those little figures that talks was lying in the floor a little ways across the room from him . . . and it goes, 'Hey!......Hey!' He paused the game and was like, 'What was that?' I said, "It was just the ghost boy playing with Logan's toys, don't worry about it it's nothing." Logan, my six-year-old, piped up and corrected me saying, 'He's not a ghost daddy, he's just a 'Dissed- appeared Boy'!' I was all like, 'Ok, sorry, the 'Disappeared Boy' was playing with his toys, and like I said, it's nothing.'

I told Ryan, the kid from across the way, about the boy and the teen girl and the middle-aged man spirits and he got all freaked out and didn't wanna be there anymore so we went outside for the rest of the time he was here. Even today I saw him outside and he said, 'Man, I can't believe you got ghosts in your house, how can you stand that?' and like always when someone asks that, I just laugh and tell them, 'Its ok, it doesn't bother us that bad.'

Dr. Booker T. Jackson: "Something I'm noticing is that while the child spirits are merely a mischeif bunch, while the other spirits take on frightening personas, and some even act some bad intentions against you. The one of that crawling deformed child even made you black out. If anything happens before our next recorded session, call me immediately. Well, I'm going to end this session today, and we'll continue later. Thank you for allow me to record this conversation, and I'll see you tomorrow."

Roy Murray: "You're welcome, Dr. Jackson."

Dr. Booker T. Jackson: "This session and recording has ended at June 18th, 1987 at 10:07 A.M."

:Recording ends













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