Celebrity Ghost Stories. [music playing] There have been a lot of
mysterious deaths in that area. All of a sudden, I
felt this pressure. Like somebody was
sitting on the bed. And, of course, there
was nobody in the room. So I said, come on, man. This is ridiculous. This is your imagination. I don't know whether I
should leave the room or just stay there. I got the feeling like
that spirit in that room is not who we want it to be. This thing is evil and
in the house with us. I have never felt such
a presence of something that close to me in my life,
than I did in that moment. I opened my eyes and there
was this very, very bright light in my mirror. And I went OK, this is nuts. Where is that light coming from? I was frightened
because it was real. The door starts to close. I remember from the corner
of my eye, something moving. It was just too scary. I said, oh, my god. Just get the hell
out of this house. [music playing] My mom, she was a
really wonderful woman who was very open to the
fourth dimension, so to speak. And I think I'm
very much like that. But I got to tell you, I
wasn't prepared for what happened in Benedict Canyon. 1968, I got a call
from James Baldwin-- the great novelist. He wanted me to come out
to California because he was writing a screenplay. So I flew out here. And he was staying at a
house in Benedict Canyon. Benedict Canyon is
in Beverly Hills. And you had, at that time,
a lot of movie stars staying in those homes up there. As a matter of fact,
Benedict Canyon was known for a
lot of tragedies. There have been a lot of
mysterious deaths in that area. George Reeve's, Superman,
was one of them. And then there was, I think,
the Sharon Tate murders. There were a lot of stories. And I was a young guy, but
it was all very exciting for me to come out here. And not just stay in a hotel,
but to actually stay in one of these Hollywood homes. A lovely little house. The first night, it was
around 12:00 or 1:00 o'clock. It was quiet. And I was trying to go to sleep. And the door opened. So I got up. And I looked to see
if it was maybe Jimmy. And there was nobody there. And then as I was starting
to go back into the room, I felt like this sudden
cool breeze go by me. And the windows were closed. And the door in the
house was closed. I thought, well, I don't know. What was that? I went back into the room. And I closed the door. And I went to the
bed, to go to sleep. And I heard this
foreboding, kind of, hum. It had a deafening sound to it. It kept building,
like a pressure. Then all of a sudden,
it just stopped. It was strange. I didn't know whether
I should leave the room or just stay there. I was brand new to
this environment. So I just forced
myself to sleep. Well, the next day after
I had that experience, Jimmy and I went out to dinner
and we sat for a long time. But I had related this
whole situation to him about what happened that night. And he just thought
it was pretty amusing and kind of laughed
the whole thing off. After dinner, I was still
kind of jet lagged . So I decided to go into the
little room and go to sleep. All of a sudden, I
felt this pressure. Like somebody was
sitting on the bed. So I got up and I saw the bed. There was an indentation. And I turned the
light on, just to see if somebody was in the room. Of course, there was
nobody in the room. So I said, come on, man. This is ridiculous. This is your imagination. So anyway, I went
into the bathroom. And there was the mirror there. The mirror wasn't very large. It was about like, like that. And I saw this face over my
shoulder, just staring at me. Just had a very
pained expression. But she had dark hair. Her hair looked wet. It was just a lot
of pain in her eyes. She seemed desperate. I just saw the mouth moving,
but she was really pleading. And I could almost
hear, like a whisper. Like a voice saying help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. It was like she was
locked into a situation and she was looking
for me to help her. I could almost hear a
voice saying help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. It was like she was
looking for me to help her. Help me. And I turned around and
there was nobody there. And she was gone. I didn't know what to do. And I didn't know whether
it was going to harm me or what it could do. Or what it would do. And that's when I decided that
maybe I shouldn't stay here. [music playing] The next day, I told Jimmy
I got to get out of here. He just laughed and I just said,
look, we'll just talk later. After a while, you
get the feeling that maybe something
bad is going to happen. I don't want to
wait to find out. I made a reservation over
at the Montecito Hotel and I stayed there until
I decided to come back to New York City. I did actually peak
Jimmy's curiosity so he did kind of look into it. And he discovered that there
was an incident in that house, with a young woman. A young starlet who
drowned in the bathtub. [screaming] [music playing] I always wondered why she
presented herself to me. I wonder if she's still there. I wonder if she's still
wandering around, looking to be released from that room. [music playing] I always definitely
believed in ghosts. And I believed in spirits. And I believe there can
just be presence around you. But you never want
to provoke anything. And you especially, do not
want to provoke anything in the paranormal world. Growing up, my mom,
more than my dad, was definitely more of, like,
a ghost stories type of person, I guess you would say. When I was younger, we
would have sleepovers and she would be like,
let's all do a seance. Or let's all go across
the street to the cemetery and, like, see if we
can see any ghosts. So my mom was very vocal
about her believing in the paranormal. And she definitely
passed that onto me. After she passed away, that was
obviously, a very devastating time for our whole family. It was really, a tough
blow for all of us. I think you're just so
desperate to make a connection with the person that
you love and you miss so much that you're
willing to do anything. So I decided to have a
seance to try and see if I can talk to my mom and
make a connection with her. My friend, Nari, she's totally
into this kind of stuff, too. I invited her over. I said let's do it. Let's do a seance. She was totally up for it. So we start it and we say,
Carla Morasca, are you here? Nothing happened. I was like, ugh. I did miss my mom so
much so I thought, let's just ask one more time. Is there a spirit here? And here was my mistake. I didn't use her name. I was so desperate that I just
said, is there a spirit here? Tap once for yes. Tap once for yes. One tap. And I said, mom, is this you? Tap once for yes. No taps. So I'm like, OK, is
this not Carla Morasca? Tap once. [tap] One tap. OK, so somebody else is here. You could feel the
shift in the room. We felt like a gut feeling. Like that spirit in that room
is not who we want it to be. So I said-- Are you a bad spirit? Are you a bad spirit? Tap once for yes. Tap twice for no. [tap] Tapped once. So I said, do you
want to hurt us? Tap once for yes. Tap twice for no. [tap] Tapped once. This thing is evil and
in the house with us. And it just told us that
it wants to hurt us. I'm sweating. She's sweating. Fear is just coming
out of our pores. I looked at her and I
was like, what do we do? She goes, OK, we've
got to figure this out. Like, when you're doing
something like that, you can't just be like I quit. You have to get whatever
that is out of your room. So I was like, OK, I
have to get it together. I'm going to say, you're
not welcome anymore. We don't want to harm you. We don't want any harm from you. Please don't harm us. Please leave. Please leave. I said please leave. Please leave. I didn't get any more answers
so we ended the seance. Blew out the candles. And I tried to beg her
to sleep over that night and she wouldn't do it. But that night, nothing
crazy or bad happened. And it was a little bit of a
relief that maybe, it worked. And maybe, I had gotten
this thing out of the house. [music playing] A couple nights after the
seance, I'm laying in bed. And I hear, kind of, like-- I don't know. Just chatter. Like, all of a sudden,
all these people are talking at the same time. Just out of nowhere. And I'm going, what is going on? What is that? What is that? So I get up and I go
out to the other room. And then see that
there's nobody there. I go, OK. That's weird. But I thought, you live
in an apartment building. It is New York City. People are out at all
hours of the night. So maybe there was a group of
people walking by the door. It could have been anything. I get back in bed. Calm down. The chatter starts, again. And I'm like, what is going on? Possibly I opened up some
kind of portal or gateway to allow these things
into my own house. Then, all of a sudden,
like that, it stops. And it's dead quiet. It was so dark and so quiet. Jenna. [scream] It was so dark and so quiet. Jenna. [scream] All of a sudden, I heard
someone yell my name. Jenna. It was really, really,
really freaking me out. And I'll never forget this
for the rest of my life. Out of the corner of my
eye, I saw this black figure and it was like dragging itself. It was just disfigured and
it was like skittering. I was paralyzed for a minute. I can't move. I can't breathe. Somebody had their hands
on the top of the bedpost and was pushing down and
looking over me, like this. They were just holding
onto the bedpost and looking over down onto me
when I was sitting in the bed. Go away! Go away! I have never felt such
a presence of something that close to me in my life
than I did in that moment. I couldn't breathe. I felt like the air had
been sucked out of my body. I squeezed my eyes shut and just
hoped that when I look back, it's gone. And I opened them
back up and look up. It was gone. I was so freaked out. [music playing] So I called my friend and
I'm like, we need to-- will you help me try
and figure this out. I'm desperate. I'll do anything to try and
make this situation go away. So we both are doing
research and she comes over. We sage the house. We say all these
words and please leave and all these things
that we're supposed to say. Please leave. We open the windows. We gave it a way to get out. And I felt the energy shift. I felt things change. I feel good about it. I feel like I did what
I was supposed to do. I was able to
close it Thank God. And even reliving it today is
still, really creeps me out. That might be one of
the strangest things that I've ever had happen to me. And I hope that it
never happens, again. Jenna. [scream] Most of my work as an
actress is in horror films. And our message in those
films is what you don't know-- the unknown-- is terrifying and can get you. But when it really happens,
you feel that instantaneously. [music playing] I grew up in Kansas
City, Kansas, in a family that was
challenged financially. My dad was a drunk. He was an alcoholic. And couldn't keep a job
for most of my life. He served in the Red
Cross, in World War II. He was a part of
the Red Cross unit that went in and
rescued everybody. And saw, of course, tragic-- well, that's all he did,
was see the tragedy. And according to my mother, he
was never the same after that. [music playing] It was such a dichotomy
for me because my daddy could make me feel more special
than anybody in my life. He called me button nose and
he called me his bright light. We would sit in front of
the Miss America Pageants and he would go,
button nose, you're going to be up there one day. You can do anything
you want, Deanna. [music playing] So there were amazing places
and closeness and love between my dad and I.
But they were so mixed in with the drunkenness
and the never knowing, is daddy going to be drunk? My mother had finally
moved us out-- finally. Should have happened
years before. And she took me over to see
him the day before Christmas-- Christmas Eve day. And I walked in and he
was just so embarrassed. [music playing] So after that Christmas, in
February, I was in high school and the principal
got me out of class. And he said, your uncle's
here to take you home. And I knew. I just knew. And I walked in and
looked at my uncle. And I said, daddy's dead. Isn't he? And he said, yeah. And we need to go home. [music playing] My dad had finally ended
up shooting himself in the head behind a bar. I think he was so damaged
by what he had to go through over there in the war. And that he'd been in the
AA hospital three times. He just couldn't beat it. So that night, I
was up in my room. I went through, of
course, all the grief. Maybe if I had loved him
just a little bit more, then maybe this
wouldn't have happened. I got into bed and I
was laying on my side. And I opened my eyes and there
was this very, very bright light in my mirror. I got into bed. And I opened my eyes and there
was this very, very bright light in my mirror. I thought, well, there's a light
coming from my neighbor's flood light or some light downtown. So I got up and I
checked the blinds. And I pulled them down
and got back into bed. And that light came
back in the mirror. And I went, OK, this is nuts. Where is that light coming from? And at that point, the
light left the mirror and hovered into the
middle of the room. I was frightened because
when that happened, I knew that it was real. It was probably,
about like that. I said, what do you want? Or where are you coming from? What do you want? Where are you coming from? And then I could hear my dad. And he said, hi, button nose. It's daddy. I know you're going to
think this is your fault. And I want you to know it's not. And I want you to
know I love you. This is not your fault. I looked at the light and
you said, thank you, daddy. I love you. I love you. And then the light
moved back into the mirror and just faded away. Daddy, don't leave. My dad was a gentle
soul who got hurt. And because he got so hurt,
continued to hurt himself. And I will be forever
grateful that he-- the last moment I had with him
was with his light and not just darkness. [music playing] I believe in ghosts. So I think that if you're open
to it, they're open to you. It was late August. New York summer. It was 98 degrees. And I went to visit my mother
at St. Raymond's Cemetery. [music playing] I was very close with my mother. And I would get comfort from
going and visiting my mother. I'd sit on the grass
and I'd talk to her. And it would just
make me feel good. I was finished visiting
with my mother. And my car was freezing. I felt like maybe I
left the car running. The air conditioning was on. Then I realized, well, it's not. Because I have the
keys in my hand. And I couldn't leave it. It was just so cold. I was shaking. And I remember, I felt like-- I can't even explain it. It just felt like there was
like this presence in the car. And it just felt very
bizarre and very weird. [music playing] That evening, I was
washing the dishes. And I had Billie
Holiday music playing. The first time I fell in
love with Billie Holiday, it was when I saw
"Lady Sings the Blues." I saw it with my mother so it
was even more special to me. And I've always felt very
good, comforting feeling when I would play Billie's music. I was just trying
to get very relaxed. And I started slowing down. Like I was washing the dish
and then I was just like. And I remember feeling each and
every single hair on the back of my neck stand
up one at a time. I felt somebody blowing
on the back of my neck. I was so scared. And I remember, I
just took a moment. I just knew something was wrong. A presence was in the house. And it really scared me. Around this time,
I was doing a play. And I came outside
the theater and there was an artist painting a
portrait of Billie Holiday. I remember looking at
this painting saying, I need to have it. I need to have this painting. I bought it and I took it home. And I put it on the mantel. And I put tea lights under
it and I played the music. It looked so beautiful. I just really felt a really
strong, strong connection to this painting. this painting saying, lot I need to have it. I need to have this painting. I bought it and I took it home. I remember feeling really
excited to put it up in my house. I put tea lights under it. It looked so beautiful. I just really felt a really
strong, strong connection to this painting. That evening, I was
laying down in my bedroom. And I was just trying
to get very relaxed. And I had Billie Holiday
music playing, again. I'm looking at the door
and it's wide open. And all of a sudden, the
door starts to close. And as it's starting to close,
I remember from the corner of my eye, something moving. And it slowly was, like, flowing
or crawling against the wall. And then just, like, left. And the door closed. And I just said, oh, my god. Just get the hell
out of this house. I ran to the door and I ran
straight out of my house. I ran to my cousin's house. And my aunt was there
and I said, oh, my god. I think I have a
ghost in the house. And my aunt said, oh, please. It's all on your head. It's probably just
a breeze, the wind. It's all on your head. But I knew it wasn't in my head. It was too real. I remember thinking, maybe
something followed me home from the cemetery. I don't know. But I wanted everything
to be normal, again. The next day came and I
had a friend come over because I needed somebody I
could tell what was happening. And I remember she walked in
and she looked at this painting that I bought of Billie Holiday. And she was just like, it
looks like you built a shrine. And I didn't think
of it that way. I just put the candles because
I thought they would look nice. She said if you
love Billie Holiday, did you know that she was buried
in St. Raymond's Cemetery? And I was like, oh, my god. My mother is buried in
St. Raymond's Cemetery. Could it be Billie Holiday? I decided that I was
going to look for Billie Holiday's grave. . [music playing] I went to the cemetery. And I saw a grave digger
putting fresh dirt on the grave. And I said to him-- Excuse me. Do you know where Billie
Holiday's grave is? And he said, oh, yeah. He goes, she's only
a couple of rows up. He said just go straight up. A couple of plots down,
you'll see it to the right. I looked down and
I couldn't believe. I see Billie Holiday's grave. I couldn't believe that she
was so close to my mother. I took some flowers and
I put them on her grave. And I sat there a while
and I talked to her. And I told her I
loved her music. And I said, if you are a ghost. You are more than welcome
to stay in my house. But don't scare me. You could stay if
you don't do that. I felt kind of sad. Because I didn't want
her to go, if it was her. But it was just too scary. I couldn't deal with it anymore. I got up and I left. [music playing] That evening, I did feel
the difference in my house. It sort of felt like all the
energy shifted back to normal. It was peaceful, again. The ghost was gone. I, from being obsessed with
her and listening to the music and buying the painting
and visiting her grave, I believe it was Billie Holiday. That's my gut. I had always felt a very
strong connection to her. I just never thought
that she would visit me.
