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Duncan Hallow

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A cabin was built by a hermit named Fred Quick on the property of a local farmer. One day his body was found dead in his cabin with his wife missing. Later in the 70’s the owner of the farm found signs of satanic rituals being preformed in the cabin. Several of his livestock were found sacrificed and their heads mounted on stakes. Ever since this the whole forest has had an unsettling feeling. You feel like you are being watched. Darker entities are seem and poltergeist activities have been recorded. Malevolent entities and human spirits are thought to reside there. Fred Quick is said to be one of the entities. Energy is increasingly more powerful the closer one gets to the cabin.

(Submitted by Tanner)

Horseshoe Canyon Road

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One night i was leaving my ex Noah’s house with 2 of my male friends at the time and we had parked the car uphill at the fork in the road. The address I provided is directly across from that fork in the road where the spirit appeared. I’m certain because I used google earth to zoom into that spot to give an accurate location.

That night, It was pitch black and i could barely see my friends in the dark as we walked from Noahs front door uphill towards the fork in the road where I had parked my clunker. It was shortly after midnight and in that part of the Hollywood Hill’s, there are no street lamps and it is very wooded so it gets very dark at night. When we were a few yards from the car, we stopped dead in our tracks. I new my friends and me were immobilized, as if we all sensed the same localized energy. I saw an illuminated figure standing behind a trashcan. He sort of just APPEARED, if that makes sense. At first it was just a floating head but then the whole figure appeared. It had no feet. My mind was racing and i tried to comfort myself by saying its just a neighbor standing behind some trashcans or something.

But for being the middle of the night- it wasn’t possible somehow in my mind anymore and the more i stared at “him”, the more frightened i became. First of all- it was so dark that night in the hills that i could hardly see my friends who were standing right NEXT to me. So why on earth is this figure, who is yards away so fucken visible?!, given that were was no lighting at all. I knew there was something not right about the person at first glance. They were illuminated and glowed a ghastly white color in the darkness. That was not normal. It was not human- i mean, at least not a living one. Everything about them from head to bottom was white and glowing. They looked like someone stepped out of a hollywood set who was portraying a ghost, except no hollywood makeup could create what i was seeing before me.

It was clearly a very ancient spirit of an old man- he looked native american. He had long, waist length white hair and he was wearing a torn and tattered garment that looked like a robe. It was tattered to pieces, shredded even. I was so afraid. He looked right at me. It was the first time in my life i was face to face with a ghost and the most terrifying experience i have ever had up until then. His eyes burned into mine, penetrating my soul and shaking me to my very core. His eyes communicated anger, pain, sadness, fury, and outrage- all at once and they were staring right into mine. I don’t think i can ever possibly explain how terrifying it was. But i knew he was specifically communicating to me and only me. I don’t think i will ever forget that horrific face and those eyes- burning into mine. He spoke to me with only his eyes. I knew he was saying something very firmly along the lines of, “Get away from here. You don’t belong here.” In hindsight, him appearing was a warning sign to leave the canyon and never come back.

A lot more happened that night and long story short- the car would not start (great, fucken great, worst time for the car to not start) so we ran back to Noahs house and called him out (he was sleeping). Meanwhile while waiting outside in the dark of the night- my 2 homeboys went across the street to piss in the bushes and while standing there i looked to the next house down the hill and saw a woman standing there, smoking a cigarette. Given that it was the middle of the night i thought that it was extremely odd that this woman was smoking a cigarette alone. She stood in the shadows smoking her cig and i saw the orange glow of the cigarette in the dark. She was dressed oddly for the situation: in a tank top and skirt. She looked like she was dressed for going out. It was not normal for her to be standing there so nonchalantly smoking a cigarette- she didnt even seem to take notice of us. Considering that i was with two really thugged out looking homeboys- any regular woman would have gone back inside or at least showed a change in compusure seeing us there- but she was unchangeing. I took a few steps forward her and it didnt take long to realize that she was also a spirit. At this point my senses were on the fritz. I was mad with terror. A lot more happened that night but this has to be a to be continued. Writing about it and reliving it is even overwhelming from it. I suffered from post traumatic stress for months after that night. Unfortunately- that is not the end of my hauntings- although nothing has compared to the sheer terror that i felt that night.

BTW just an interesting fact. That part of Horseshoe Canyon Rd. is terrifying at night. You would not want to walk your dog alone late at night, you simply feel overwhelmed by the ancient wooded energy around you. The coldness and stillness of the air. I am very sensitive to spirits and energies. I used to live in the house a few houses down from this haunted location and I experienced many spirit there as well.

Right down the street from us is Phil Specter’s home where he killed the girl he took home and found guilty.
Just at the intersection is the home where porn actor John Holmes was murdered along with 3 others, their mangled bodies found in 1981. It was called the Wonderland murders. For the longest time I felt the residual energies of all those event’s hovering over that dark neighborhood and it’s haunted past.

(Submitted by Tammy)

True Brew

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I used to live there… it used to be a brothel and its the sister hotel to french gulch the building burned down 3 different times one of the times causing the great fire of corning which burned down the entire city.I was in the kitchen at 2:30 am when i looked up as i reached for the fridge i felt a ice cold hand push down on my shoulder and saw the reflection of a large black woman standing behind me with her hand on my shoulder.No african americans lived in the building at the time. I could also hear voices in the middle of the night groaning in pain.and on another occasion saw a white woman in early 19th century garb walk across my room.also my electronics seemed to malfunction usually between 11pm-6am.

(Submitted by Natasha K)

Hilton Garden Inn

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These aren’t alleged, this just happened to me personally on Dec 30, 2015, just 2 weeks ago. I came out to Denver to do some work for a couple of days. The weather was bitterly cold, 4 or 5 degrees in the mornings and maybe 20 in the afternoons. The work we did the previous 3 days were 15 hour days and nothing but sleep in between. I was saying at the Hilton Garden Inn, room 715, over a 4 day period and the last night I was there something came to me.

I was asleep, no idea of the time. I started having a dream. In my dream I was awaken by the feeling there was something/someone in the room with me. In my dream I sprung awake and saw I was in the hotel bed, white comforter, blanket, and sheet. Mine at home is blue and blue. I saw standing at the far corner of the bed a pair of brown pants, oldie time pants, not dockers or denim. They were standing there but from the waste up there was no body. I could see past the pants through where the body should have been to hotel closet and wall but they were misty/blurry.

At this point I actually wake up rather quickly and surveyed were I am. Doesn’t appear to be anything in the room with me. Now though is were the night gets weird.

I fall back asleep and in my head I heard a man hollering a women’s name. There is no dream, no pictures, just a voice and a sense of cold and snow. Its an old timey name, not a Carol or Megan. He is yelling this name with a sense of urgency. The voice had a clarity beyond anything you hear with your ears. This I’ve never experienced. After a while I’m able to wake up. The women’s name I could remember, it was so clear. I have to mention here I have never had a voice in my head other than my own.

I fall back asleep and it starts a second time. In my head/mind there is the man’s voice and its hollering this women’s name, a sister, a wife, I don’t know. Just over and over with the sense of cold and a snow storm.I wake up again, starting to freak a little bit. No dream, no pictures, just a voice hollering a name and a sense of a cold snow storm.

I fall asleep for the third time and it starts again! This is the third time I “hear” in my mind the man hollering the women’s name. Over and over. Same urgency, same blizzardy feeling. No dream, no pictures. I wake up a forth time.

I fall back asleep again. Unbelievable. I sleep the rest of the night bothered and wake up with the alarm. NOW I can’t remember the women’s name. I get ready, meet up with the rest of the team and we drive 45 minutes to the airport. On the way I try to remember her name but can’t.

I’ll call the rest of this story speculative coincidences, but the shuttle driver was too close.

At the airport we drop off the rental car, Its around 8 degrees and I shoot for the shuttles. The guys are still at the rental car drop-off. One shuttle leaves, 2 shuttles leave, what the hell they doing. One member joins me at the shuttles, 2 are still dealing with the rental car person. Bill says look at that girl walking away from the shuttles, boy her face is cherry red. I’m freezing and glance over at her. Why was she walking away from the shuttles? There was nothing int he direction she is heading. Didn’t make sense. 2 more shuttles leave. Finally the two more shuttles come up and we get on the 6th one driven but a short, older blond woman. We board and the guys say the rental claimed we hit something that marked the driver side bumper, left yellow and white scratches. We didn’t hit anything, we went from work the hotel and parked in parking garages.

Now the woman gets up and walks to the door as more people were boarding and says, “Hi, my name is Miriam, let me help with your luggage.” I practically hit the freakin floor. Was that the name I heard repeating in my head? Why were we delayed long enough to get someone with an old timey name? No other shuttle driver said a word other than “Leaving!”

We ended up having breakfast next to our gate at Colorado Trails and the final thing was it started snowing while we were waiting to board the plane.

As I said, I’ve had paranormal instances happen to me in the past but this was 4 separate instances in one night.

(Submitted by Dave M)

Acacia Cemetery

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This cemetery is 4 or 5 cemeteries in one: Acacia (Masonic), Longfellow, Pioneer, Pauper’s Field and St. Stanislaus. Many accidents/deaths have occurred along Scenic Ave along with young, stupid gang bangers who’ve toppled tombstones and columns over the years. The old hospital across the street is also haunted. Acacia has been a hot spot for decades with rumors of a woman who screams day and night, even if you’re driving through the lanes. I originally scoffed at this but I did hear the scream one night while ghost hunting with friends. Aside from her I’ve heard EVPs of many disembodied voices, one of a young boy around 15 who my friend and I talked about possibly dying in a car accident…as a psychic medium I was picking that up, and on the voice recording he says, I’m driving (then something muffled after) before I ask anything about how he died on the recording. I’ve gotten many other voices there including a pervy guy who says “hey you”, “hey girlie” — in reference to a friend of mine’s teenage daughter who got spooked by the main mausoleum and got hyper emotional crying and didn’t know why—she said she’d never go back. This area by the mausoleum has caused other problems, I’ve always seen a tall shadow man lurking around here……day and night but he’s more visible at night or just before dusk is best for taking pictures….I saw him once behind my car when I started to hear footsteps around me…I was alone at the time and freaked out and saw him in my rear view mirror. He’s also wrenched a friend of mine’s shoulder who’s a medium….and he’s spooked other people, everyone gets an uneasy feeling who I bring around the mausoleum…which I was told by someone who volunteers there has been vandalized over the years…..broken glass, bums and druggies steal marble vases to sell, etc. (In fact, last time I was there my friend Melissa and I saw a drug deal going down…there’s always nefarious stuff going on there so be careful, don’t go alone….if you go during the day you’ll be fine. One of the things I love about this cemetery is it’s not gated and you can stay until 8PM and even if you stay longer….the cops don’t care nor really come around as long as you’re not causing trouble or hanging out by the Scenic side. But there are bums and drug deals and other odd activity that goes on as well as people on bikes who sneak up on you on the lanes day and night. I haven’t encountered any other real negative entities there other than the “mausoleum man” who I think is a protector entity…possibly a former caretaker. I’ve gotten voices of women and children…a girl singing, a woman who laughed at me talking about eating pomegranates growing in a cemetery (I didn’t, but thought it would be odd to eat something growing in a cemetery). I’ve had spirits say my name and names of my friends during investigations…they seem to know me well and said “Ryan is here!” on a ghost box session with the local paranormal group Chillseekers (check out their youtube videos and facebook page, they’re great!). Other cemeteries in the area that are active are Lakewood Cemetery–I went there once and got all kinds of voices during the daytime….I also recently researched and found out a ghost town called Empire City (south of current Empire and near the cemetery) was flooded and destroyed in the late 1800s so I will be exploring by the river area near the cemetery soon. Wood Colony (a Brethren cemetery) by the Vintage Faire Mall is also haunted and I’ve had spirits tell me to Go Away! One woman spoke German, others seems irritated I was there….and the Brethren do watch you like a hawk out there even though it’s in the country so hang around long or go during the day and be respectful. But anyway, I’ve gotten orb photos, pink mists, seen shadow figures, light anomalies, blue glowing orbs…not just me, but others I’ve taken out there to Acacia cemetery. It’s an easy access cemetery, you can park your car on the lanes…..the St. Stanislaus side is also quite haunted….in fact I’ve noticed the more recent the burials, the more likely you are to get activity and there are always fairly fresh burials in random places out there. The back lane that wraps around to the St. Stan side is probably the creepiest part of the cemetery….that’s the Pauper’s Field area….I’ve heard footsteps on the lane and voices, I was with 2 friends at the time durin the day and we all heard the footsteps following us and a voice on the EVP recorder. If you head out there during the warmer months, beware of mosquitos….the wintertime you don’t need to worry so much.

(Submitted by Ryan P)

Main Street Galleria

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In all areas of the building, there have been items moved, voices, as well as the smell of cigarette smoke when the owner of the building, Verna (Treese) Kowertz was alone. teams of paranormal investigators have been in and experienced having items moved, disappear, and batteries die when they were recently charged

(Submitted by Jennifer R)

The Ably House

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There were allegedly some murders that took place in this old home, and it is said that the spirits of the dead still remain within its walls.

Cabin On Roaring Fork

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This cabin is over 200 years old. The cabin seems to be occupied by the ghost of a woman.

The website address is: CabinOnRoaringFork.com

The number of paranormal events are too numerous to mention, but here are a couple:

One family decided to go by a fast food restaurant to get dinner, as the kitchen and table were apparently messy. They went to bed, and the next morning, they found the table to be set complete with plates, utinsels, and even napkins.

Another family reported that the original wood latch door was standing open upon their arrival. They then went to dinner that evening and returned to find the wood door wide open again.

The next day, they went on a daylong trip to Cade’s Cove, and made certain that, upon departure, the door was completely shut, latched, and locked. Upon their return the door was again standing open!

There is an old goat cart in the living room that has pillows and blankets in it: several guests have reported it in a different part of the living room upon awakening in the morning.

(Submitted by Collin H)

Lund Store

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There have been many reported ghost sightings at My Old Lund Store. before the restoration TAPS family investigated the store. It is documented haunted. The sound at night of a crying child upstairs. The sound of someone whittling. At one investigation a wheel chair that was left in a bedroom spun around and chased the team from the room. During the restoration workers would leave before dusk one worker staying in the house next to the store awoke in the middle of the night to get a drink of water. He saw a Man walking in the field to the store then he just vanished. The woman that sings near the Motel opening has startled many. I live here now and had thought I was crazy for when I awake in the morning it looks as though the antique dolls have had their hair changed. One night I took photo’s before bed. Yes the dolls hair had changed. People that do not believe in ghosts stay here and become believers. The property sits on a major stopping point on the Oregon trail. The findings of the investigation is property and house haunted.

(Submitted by Jeanette D)

Baby Doll Rd

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It was approximately 4:28 pm some time in March of 2015. I drove my 4×4 north on Baby Doll Rd. hoping to get “out of town” for an hour so to clear my head. I brought my camera and had planned on using my 4 wheel drive on the trail into the woods and taking some pictures of the sunset.

At the end of the road (where Baby Doll turns into dirt), I parked my car for and sat there fiddling with my camera, for less than five minutes. i knew i had to hurry before it became too dark to take any photos. I put my truck into four wheel drive and looked up into the rearview mirror to back up and there in the mirror, plain as day, was a young girl with dark brown hair and even darker marble-like eyes, staring expressionlessly back at me from the back seat. I stared at her without blinking for several seconds, afraid to actually turn my head around to look behind me. I turned of the motor, yanked the keys out of the ignition and jumped out of the truck. All I could say was, “OMG, OMG.! Are you serious?” Proceeded by what was me responding to myself with, “No way, no way, nope!”

I looked all around me and the truck and neither saw nor heard anything or anyone. I slowly slipped back into the driver’s seat, nervously lit up a cigarette and mustered up the courage (upon rationalizing that I hadn’t just seen what I had) to look directly behind me. I spun my head around fast enough to cause whiplash, eyes bugging out of my head and saw nothing. Then, almost slightly disappointed, I looked back up into the rearview and again, and again and then a final glance into my mirror…nothing. I swayed back and forth in my seat to see if there was a glare from the setting sun or a smudge on the mirror or ANYTHING on or near the backseat which could even cast a shadow resembling a person or child. NOTHING!

It was still light enough outside to take some pictures, which I did. I got back into the vehicle, hesitated for a moment to pray and cast out any possible unwanted demons that may have intended on hitching a ride home with me then, looked up into the rear view, saw nothing, and headed home still shaken by the experience.

This is not the first time I have had an encounter with the “unknown”, I had a brief experience, also in Port Orchard, not far from Baby Doll Rd., where the voice of an elderly woman clearly asked me “What was I doing?” while I stood, alone, in a tiny shed in a backyard of an old farmhouse that was for sale. I was reading aloud from a dusty stack of faded Greeting cards written to “Grandma”. I set the cards down and apologized for going through her things and promptly excused my self, never turning around, because there was no way anyone else could have come into the small space. I had been almost 40 years though, when it began. I was a child whern I witnessed three separate “hauntings” all within the same neighborhood. Fortunately, the first was with my mother (the sobbing woman hovering a foot above the ground, with her arms stretched outward beckoning my mother, wearing a flowing black dress. Her head and face covered by a black lace shawl as if dressed for a funeral). The 2nd, I was with my Grandma (an elderly woman in her nightdress and night cap carrying a brass candle holder with a lit candle, as she hovered up the staircase in an old Colonial home and earlier that day in the same house, as I looked peeked into the abandoned home through a window pane of the French door off the kitchen. On the counter, I saw a Dixie cup rise three feet up into the air, levitate and then fall to the floor. It was later that day I had begged my Grandmother to accompany me back to the home. This happened on Long Island, NY.

To have these experiences…is it a curse or a gift, I am not sure, though, I am much less leery of sharing these stories with others nowadays where the Paranormal World is much more accepted by the worlds many skeptics, which, I would surely be, if this stuff hadn’t happened to me. I do, some day plan on returning to Baby Doll Rd. to look for that young girl with the straight dark brown hair and eerie blank stare. Perhaps, she had some message for me. Perhaps, she just wanted to go for a drive. I just don’t know…

(Submitted by Kristen H)