Los Angeles has the reputation of being a pretty haunted place. Landmarks like the Hollywood Roosevelt hotel, the Queen Mary and Griffith Park are known as spooktacular destinations —especially this time of year.
In the true spirit of Halloween, KPCC listeners told us about their personal ghostly tales here in L.A. These are the most ghastly ones.
The ghosts of Kagel Canyon
Our first story comes to us from West Covina accountant Barry Reimer.
When he was living in unincorporated L.A.'s tiny community of Kagel Canyon, some odd things started happening in his home. They culminated one quiet night while Barry tried to sleep.
All of a sudden I hear this sound, it sounded like children or high pitched some cackling. They were inside.
I look over and I see a transparency of 10, 12 ghosts. These apparitions, you could see right through them and they were just kind of floating.
After that spooky incident, Reimer packed up his things and moved out of that home. He wrote all about his experience, you can read more about it here.
Griffith Park's scale singing woman
Our next story is from Coral Barreiro who works at the L.A. Zoo.
About three years ago, she was there preparing for a summer camp when suddenly she heard a woman singing.
"It was a very eerie song, a very strange song...the sound was haunting," she says. "I couldn't stop thinking about it throughout the weeks."
When she asked one of the keepers at the zoo that works that particular area, he said that he, too, has heard the woman singing.
A few months later, he said that he sees her, too, always out beyond the zoo's boundaries wearing a yellow raincoat.
Not all ghosts are bad.
Julie Greenberg lives in Long Beach, but her story takes place about 20 years ago when she was working the door at a rock club.
The building was a residential home decades earlier, but remnants of its past life remained. Specifically, Joe.
He was believed to have lived there when it was a residential building. Not much is known about Joe, though the story went that he fought in World War II.
Once the building was turned into a rock club, Julie would often catch glimpses of him.
I saw Joe several times at the club. His image never frightened me.
When I would see his image moving in front of the stage for more than 30 seconds, I knew he liked the band.
I've driven by that corner in the years that have passed and the building does not look like a house anymore. But I hope that Joe is still dancing.
The last story is probably the spookiest we got. And this one has a pretty gruesome ending.
It comes from L.A. resident Mark Roeder.
About 19 years ago, he was living in an apartment in Koreatown. Everything was fine until something happened that made him feel ... a little uneasy.
First, it started with some creepy "ghost" activity at the foot of his bed.
Then one night, while he was washing the dishes, Roeder felt as if someone pushed him, but no one else was around.
Finally, an overwhelmingly dark negative energy was the final straw. He and his wife decided to move.
We're packing up to move and the next door neighbor says, "'Oh, you guys are moving? That's too bad. Did anything weird happen?" I said, "What are you talking about?"
He said, "Oh. The guy who lived here before you, he killed himself in the apartment. We found him dead in the bathtub. He'd been in there for about three weeks."
To hear all the ghostly tales, click the blue play button above.
This article has been updated with Julie Greenberg's name.