Witch’s Castle
Once a stone trading shack during the 1600s, this haunt is located at the crossroads of two trails leading to the coast of Oregon. At the site, it is said that there are “ghost wars.” If one happens to be there during one of these rituals, it is almost impossible for him to get away.
Strange. Very strange. Two trails leading to the coast of Oregon in the 1600s…..so they must have been Native trails. But then, I didn’t realize that Native Americans in this part of the world built stone structures. Or did their trading in such. But maybe i’m being too literal. I guess trails leading to the ‘coast of Oregon’ could start anywhere! Say in England! In which case this makes so much more sense. But of course it is very difficult to see how trails in England, passing under the Atlantic and emerging in North America on their way to Oregon would really qualify as ‘trails’. Like I said….very strange. Is this a ghost story or was that a somewhat lame shaggy dog?
Comment by Dnorthstar | 07.27.2005 | 3:13 pm
FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!
Comment by Dnorthstarisafag | 12.27.2005 | 6:27 am
Total piece of ****!!!!!!!!!!
Comment by lexigirl007 | 02.2.2006 | 7:38 pm
This is kinda kool and kinda strange at the same time…
Comment by usmccuz19 | 02.6.2006 | 6:04 pm
this is funny and stupid at the same time wait a minute this is stupid and the person who wrote it is even more stupider
Comment by savanna | 02.16.2006 | 3:46 pm
i think this is so kool and scary
Comment by Ella | 02.22.2006 | 11:28 pm
i think this is so kool and scary iwould not like to be left there
Comment by Ella | 02.22.2006 | 11:29 pm
Funny, I used to go to Keggers down at that old thing in Highschool… Didn’t seem to haunted to me, and the 1600’s seems a little old to me… It is a trippy little building, All stone, and very old presumably. I’d like to know what exactly it is tho and what it was for. Untill then I call BullS**T.
Comment by Dave King | 02.24.2006 | 7:11 pm
Savanna,
Comment by Destiny | 06.7.2006 | 8:20 pm
Savanna, “stupider” isn’t even a word. It’s “more stupid.” (Looks like some one didn’t pay attention in English class.)
Comment by Destiny | 06.7.2006 | 8:21 pm
I used to goto keggers there also! The old stone house w/o a roof. It was in forest park back in the trail area but it was good for 1600 era cement! lol
Comment by David Vanderwerf | 06.9.2006 | 10:33 pm
i seen a witch be am antlieing
Comment by kadarius | 06.24.2006 | 3:24 pm
“I already told you to fax the paperwork, you son of a *****! Fax it!” The agents words tore into my soul like a butcher’s knife through meat. I knew I had only one choice at that point. I had to email the paperwork to him ONE MORE time. I was getting tired of doing the same old ****.
Comment by Timmy | 06.29.2006 | 4:46 pm
I have been to Witches Castle. And let me tell you the ignorance i see in another people who leave commetns here really pisses me off. People are just so not awake and attune to whats going on around them.
First of all the Building is very old. And there was a man hung there. the first man to be hung in Oregon. Also
in Forest park where it is located there have been murders and Bodys found there as well.
Let me tell you i have been to alot of places but this was one of the most haunted EVER so FAR.
I was blown away by the amount of Activity that goes on here. It was a Very haevy feeling and VERy DARk.
I was very overwhelmed by the things i felt and some of them were not so good.
I have heard story also from friends who have been there who have seen faces in the water, who have seen red eyes glowing, have heard walking when no one is there, and another friend of mine was there in pure day light and she saw about twelve spirits coming down a hill at her, also one other friend said that somting chased her out of there and cut her leg. Plus the EVPs i got there were intense. I Am going to go back and get more next week with some friends of mine.
Needless to say everyone who has walked in here that i know has experienced somthing unerving and overwhelming.
Thanks
Rose
Comment by Rose | 08.9.2006 | 4:51 pm
Hey Savana…just so you know stupider isn’t a word…it would be “even more stupid”…haha
Comment by Carmyn | 08.16.2006 | 8:11 pm
“Ghost Wars?” that is messed up bad
Comment by y do u want 2 no? | 08.23.2006 | 7:16 pm
LAME!!!!!!! whos gonna belive that!!!!
Comment by Hinata | 09.30.2006 | 8:47 pm
Er, the place you’re talking about was once a bathroom. It was built in the ’30s but was hit hard by weather and finally shut down after the Columbus Day storm in the early ’60s. Lots of rumors surround it but, yeah, the witches house is just an old, freaky-looking bathroom. You can learn more here.
Comment by Brandon | 10.5.2006 | 5:56 pm
My friend tomarrow was murdered there about 8 years ago.
It was very tragic!
May she rest in peace!
Comment by Sweetpea | 10.6.2006 | 3:52 pm
Rose,
Would you please contact me? I would love to discuss this area with you!
JeepersCreepersGStudy
GhostStudy.com
Comment by JeepersCreepersGStudy | 10.11.2006 | 1:56 pm
If you live near Portland, and have never taken the walk up Balch Creek in Lower Macleay Park you are missing out on one of the advantages the city has to offer. There is a strange stone ruin about a mile in that some people call a pioneer era trading post. It’s also been called a stone fort, a pioneer cabin, and many have referred to it as the Old Balch Place. If you sit there for more than a few minutes, invariably some kid will walk by and tip you off to its nickname. “Hey Dad, look! It’s the Witch’s Castle!”
On October 1, 1850, Danford Balch and his family took a donated land claim near the settlement of Portland (population 2,500) of almost 350 acres- everything along 22nd Avenue from Lovejoy to Vaughn, and up the West Hills to the top. He built a cabin on his land and proceeded to do well for himself- with the exception of occasionally drinking too much. By 1858, Mr. Balch and his wife, Mary Jane, had nine children- five boys and four girls. The oldest, Anna, was 15 years old.
Mr. Balch hired a young man named Mortimer Stump to help clear the land, and since the Stump family lived in Vancouver, Balch let him stay with them. Mortimer and Anna fell in love with each other while he lived with the Balch Family, and one day Mortimer asked Danford for his daughter’s hand in marriage. Danford Balch vehemently refused.
On November 4th, 1858, Mortimer and Anna eloped. Since Anna’s family would not allow the marriage, they ran off to the Stump clan’s homestead in Vancouver where they began a new life together.
Over the next two weeks, Danford Balch’s mental state deteriorated. He drank heavily and was constantly nagged by his wife that he had earlier promised to kill Mortimer Stump if the young man eloped with their daughter. There is some question as to how much psychological influence Mary Jane had over her husband in this period of time. She apparently offered him legal advice that he would be justified in shooting Mortimer since he had eloped with his daughter; and used various tactics to antagonize him into a state of confused, drunken rage. Although no one at the time pointed the finger straight at her, Danford hinted later that Mary Jane drove him over the edge.
On November 18, 1858, Mortimer Stump came to Portland for supplies with his brother, father, and new bride, Anna. In a random encounter outside Starr’s tin shop, Danford Balch exchanged words with Old Man Stump and followed him to the Stark Street Ferry where the family had begun their return home. Balch, armed and drunk, intended to retrieve his daughter then and there from the Stumps, but proceeded instead to “accidentally” shoot Mortimer Stump in the neck and face with a shotgun, killing him.
Danford Balch was “used pretty roughly” as he put it, by several bystanders who disarmed him and turned him over to the Sheriff. He promptly escaped from imprisonment and disappeared, but didn’t go far. After eluding the Marshalls for almost a year, he was captured in his home on July 23, 1859.
During his trial, many people testified against Danford Balch. While there was no evidence of prior wrongdoing, it was hypothesized that he was involved with the murder of a person found in Balch Creek Gulch three years earlier. It was also rumored that he had been involved in a plot to throw off the search for him by faking his own death and having his wife identify a drowned corpse as being his. It almost worked, but ended up lulling Danford into a false sense of security right at the moment the Marshalls were moving in. Many people appeared at the trial and testified that they had heard Mr. Balch threatening to kill Mortimer Stump in the weeks leading to his murder. In his confession after the trial, Danford denied ever meeting these people; but during the court proceedings, he seemed to be taking advice not to put up any defense in order to appear less threatening. He was genuinely surprised at the sentence handed down… death by hanging.
On October 17, 1859, Danford Balch was hung for the murder of Mortimer Stump. His was the first execution in the state of Oregon. To the outrage of many, his daughter, Anna, sat with the Stump family and watched the public execution. Two witnesses also saw Mary Jane Balch watching the execution with the Stumps- although a third witness denies she was present.
Knowing that the court would break up the family and send the children off to live with court appointed guardians, it was the wish of Danford Balch that his wife give half of the land claim to their children. She did, technically. She portioned off the land according to whether it was considered valuable or useless, and gave the useless portions to the children and their guardians.
In 1897, Donald Macleay, a real estate developer, had possession of the upper portion of the Balch property. He became frustrated about the property tax burden imposed on him by this piece of undeveloped land, and insisted that he would rather give his land to the city for use as a park than to pay so much, an invitation taken up by the assessor, L.S. Maxwell. Macleay left the courthouse and returned later with his deed, turning the steep gulch of Balch Creek into Macleay Park.
The Witch’s Castle itself was built during The Depression by the Works Progress Administration- as a restroom- alongside what had been Balch Creek Road. It was maintained until heavy vandalism persuaded park officials to abandon it.
Since then, stories have been told about activities around the ruin contributing to its nickname, the Witch’s Castle. It is said that on certain nights- exactly at midnight, a horde of ghosts rise up and take possession of the ruin. Shortly thereafter, another group of spirits, arrive from the forest and a spectacular ghost battle ensues. Voices have been heard uttering the names of both Danford Balch and Mortimer Stump, along with a cacophony of other chatter.
None of the witnesses to this battle stayed to watch the outcome, so we’re left to speculate on the nature of the battle. Is Mortimer Stump coming back from the grave to heap vengeance upon the spirit of Danford Balch? Is Danford Balch cursed to kill Mortimer Stump over and over? Is there a third party, tugging at both their strings?
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The sign at the trailhead in Macleay Park declared the park closed after 10pm. It was 11pm and no one else was in sight. Everyone who had been offered the chance to join this adventure had joked about the Blair Witch Project, laughed for a moment, then stopped abruptly and decided to skip this one. The mission was clear: take pictures of the Witch’s Castle at night- at Midnight, when the ghost wars were supposed to begin.
The short hike began with a bag full of camera equipment and an uneasyness over thoughts being accosted by police patrolling the park. In the eerie green light from a couple of glowsticks, the path wound its way through the dark woods leading right up to the stones of The Witch’s Castle. A jacket hung on a post outside the storeroom on the lower level, a warning that someone was sleeping inside. A quick flash with a light verified the presence of someone curled up in a sleeping bag. He didn’t stir… he was probably used to hearing noises outside.
To account for the dimness of flashlights and glowsticks, the shutter of the camera had to be left open for four minutes in each photo. Hours stretched by in the darkness- the night sky looked uncannily bright through gaps in the branches overhead. Every sound was magnified enormously, every rustle of the bushes signaled the approach of something huge coming through the trees. Crack. Rustle. Crack. Something gigantic fought its way down through the brush, nearer and nearer until a gentle nudge on my foot signalled that it had reached me. The temptation to illuminate the area became overwhelming, and with the flick of a switch, a brazen mouse little larger than a walunt revealed itself to the flashlight.
One o’clock, the end of the witching hour. Glowing watch hands ticked off the seconds until the camera shutter would be closed. Pointed into the upstairs through a doorway, the lens was perfectly placed to record a mysterious flash of light. There was no sound- nothing had come near the Witch’s Castle since the mouse fled earlier. The sleeper in the storeroom had not stirred. There was nothing in the structure that would have been able to emit light on its own. Dim green lightsticks lit the edges of the arched doorway, and a tiny point of white light was recorded where the flash originated.
Comment by NASH | 10.13.2006 | 10:29 pm
I really believe in the supernatral I like the story I live in Oregon.
Comment by Drea | 10.17.2006 | 2:55 pm
A couple years ago me and my friends little brothers and my brother noticed this house that was empty for some time and there was these white curtins that you could see up stairs and it had like a dark red stain. So i decided to try and “scare” my brother nd friends little brothers and told them it was blood. So they belived me and said the gate was unloced to we walked around to the back yard and looked through the the windows and it looked like some1 was living there but everything was spotless and the grass was always cut short and there was flowers in the yard. But it was getting late so we had to go home. BUt then a couple years later a sherif moved in and you never saw him only his car….its so weird because you NEVER see a light on even when its dark u NEVER see one on.
Comment by kayla | 10.28.2006 | 11:31 pm
Please someone reply and let me know where forest park is. Reply at pw5d@aol.com
Comment by Dan Powell | 10.30.2006 | 8:38 pm
So I actually read on and on to find that this really is an old historic “bathroom”!!! Maybe some strange things have happened in the area, but the structure it’s self is not even 100 years old. I would like to visit this place myself, the only thing I won’t be looking forward to, is the horrifying sight of vandalism! We have got to respect the history of our ancestors!
Comment by Tamara | 01.30.2007 | 5:29 pm
That is real crazy talk if you want to see a real haunted house go on line to Organ.com and look up the “Rock House” you will piss your pants. Dont get scared, haaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!
P.S You will find out what haunted houses are
really about!!!!
Comment by Alicia Elifritz | 02.27.2007 | 11:16 pm
man that is some really spooky stuff and it is really freaky…….
Comment by kyle | 02.28.2007 | 11:18 am
That is so cool… I have been looking for some things in our area. That is cool. Wow! I would love to be a ghost hunter and these things just WOW! It is Awsome!
Comment by Ambyr | 03.25.2007 | 8:22 pm
im really interested in haunted houses, there is a house called the flavel house in astoria, oregon (where i live) and its so beautiful, its not haunted but just the history behind it is awesome, Fort Stevens is really cool too. tell me where the witches house is at please youthalive21@yahoo.com. where can i find good pictures of haunted houses?
Comment by crazy fool | 03.27.2007 | 11:50 am
destiny on the top your true. someone didn’t pay attention in English class. Lol!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Comment by zaara | 07.7.2007 | 8:53 pm
OMG its true there r some ignorant c***s in the world .
Comment by michelle chapman | 08.18.2007 | 5:38 pm
i really dont belive this im 14 and i do alot of ghost huntings an paranormal stuff and me an my step mom are going to check this out!
Comment by kayla phelps | 09.13.2007 | 7:30 pm
I actually went to check this site out with a ghost hunting friend a few months ago. went were there after 10pm and didn’t see a thing..took quite a few pictures with no luck..The trail head is approx. 1/2 mile from the castle and is VERY wooded. during the hike I did hear a very deep, wild sounding growl pretty close to the trail that freaked me out. It could have been almost any wild animal since we do encounter coyotes, cougars, raccoons, etc..
It was a fun if nothing else
Comment by blackirishdahliya | 10.8.2007 | 8:29 pm
Umm, sorry it’s not that exciting. The Witch’s Castle is in Forest Park, Portland and is an old restroom facility (!) that flooded.
Comment by yoyo | 10.17.2007 | 3:08 pm
During the late 80s and early 90s that place was a skinhead and trancient mecca. Lots of kids drinking and whatnot. I have to admit, although I’ve never seen anything spectral there, it’s a great short night hike — complete with glow worms and a creepy old roofless structure. Guaraneed to freak your girlfriend out, whether it’s ghosts or bums.
Comment by Mcpoo | 10.31.2007 | 1:55 am
I tend to do a bit of paranormal studying, am a history major (focusing on the 1100 - 1700 time period) and have been known to ‘feel’ things. Having lived in the area for a very long time I am shocked and appalled that anyone would publish “Witches Castle” as a structure from 1600’s or a trading post of any kind. Have you ever been to or even seen the place? Apparently not. Though it is ‘haunted’ (but the whole ghost wars thing? please)it cannot even remotely be ascribed to earlier than twentieth century. It is, as others have said, an abandoned bathroom. PLEASE do even a little bit of research or just look at the place before posting such incredulous attempts at looking cool. You really just look like ignorant, lazy fools who have no reliability whatsoever. On that note, it is a GREAT place to go if looking for TRUE supernatural, though not necessarily spectacular, experiences.
Comment by Jen | 11.26.2007 | 5:46 am
First of all the story said this building was erected in the 1600’s, then we find out it’s a g***amed bathroom built in the 1800’s!!! What?! Were there that many people that had a heart attck and croaked on the crapper and now haunt the holy s**t out of the woods? What are these “ghosts” fighting about? **** territory? If your going to tell a story then get YOUR s**t straight!
Comment by loco | 11.30.2007 | 4:47 pm
Where is Forest Park located
Comment by Jbean | 01.4.2008 | 8:41 pm
Try Oaks Park went there last night no ********
Comment by Jbean | 01.4.2008 | 8:43 pm
This is not an old building, there were NO whites in Oregon in the 1600’s nor was this the site of the first hanging in Oregon, that actually took place in Oregon city which was the territorial capital of Oregon. Let me tell you the REAL story. I researched this structure for an architecture class at PSU and what I found out that this building was constructed in the 1930’s under the Public Works Project under FDR’s first administration. This was constructed for the use of a rest stop and bathroom for the middle of the trail that ran from near Thurman St. to Cornell Rd and the autobahn society which was at the time a new road that helped to connect Washington County with downtown. Most of these public works projects were done in teh Gothic Style such as the bridge at Newport or the old gorge highway. The building was destroyed by a massive storm in the 1960’s called the Columbus day storm. This site is not haunted because no one EVER lived in a bathroom. WOW tourists are funny I dont know why people feel the need to attach fables to this building other than the fact whenever people see architecture that appears old they assume it must be old and then they create a whole mythos around it.. If you want to go to a really haunted place go to lafeyette Or north of McMinnville, go to the old masonic cemetary there, its over 150 years old and the town is the 3rd oldest in the state.
Comment by scott_OR | 01.5.2008 | 10:26 am
This story is bull **** ok! America did not have midevail castles and **** ok!
Comment by E-rated | 01.6.2008 | 11:13 pm
Just so you know the bridge in Newport is called the Yaquina Bay Bridge.
Comment by Amber | 01.10.2008 | 5:40 am
Tottaly not true!!I ussed to live in Oregon and never heard that D.U.M.B story!
Comment by ambria | 01.26.2008 | 10:15 pm
need some one to write me letters and write them to PO BOX 311 LAPINE,OR 97739.. and be a man that is *** and send me porno pics of you ty
Comment by DevonCram | 02.8.2008 | 5:13 pm
yea man its just someone trying to play ghost investigator and make up fancy stories about an old bathroom being a spooky castle.. hahaha In my 14 years living in Portland that was probably the dumbest **** ive ever heard of.
Comment by scott_OR | 02.14.2008 | 10:58 am
This is Alicia. I tried to look up that website you were talking about and there isn’t a Rock House that I could findso, I was wondering what is the real website you are talking about?
Comment by Colleen | 03.4.2008 | 5:16 pm
I am interested in the website also…doesn’t look like I’m in the right place?? Thanks Staci
Comment by Staci | 03.6.2008 | 8:06 pm
the huantings have nothing to do with the bathroom at all.I’ve known many paepole that have had expeirences there they cant explain.
when i first went there i was a kid and took annaul sunday walks there as a family activity knowing nothing of the history of the land and never expeirenceing anything unuasal.fast forward to a few years later and now I’m living in vancouver.My friend kaiden one night wants to see something cool and on a low budget so i talk to my parents and get directions to forrest park to walk the circuit at night to pittock(the veiws mind blowing at night).
the drive goes well we suit up in are rain gear cause it was early dec. (07) in the N.W.! at the beggening of the walk we encounter a group of teens around 17 to 20 or so maybe a quater mile in.I stopped to ask if they wanted to smoke abowl.the first and smallest of the group replied “theres nothing back there!” while shacking his head and looking directley at the trail ahead while making an expidous retreat out the woods. the group of about 5 or 6 was spooked by something there was no denying that and it couldnt of been us 2 skraunny 145 pound hippies.
Kaiden and i shrug it off with a few jokes and countinued on are merry way.there seemed nothing out of the ordianary till we got to the foundation and started are little inspection.We found some cinnamon and a little rock figurine that looked as if used in a saounce(never spelt that before hope you can sound it out).thats when i heard some innocent giggling off in the woods behind the structure,it sounded as if it was that of a tennaged girl.I hushed my friend and the giggling ceased, pausing we listened to are sorrounding envoirment for a few moments.nothing,so we made the call to carry on.After passing the creek and starting are accent to pittock’s when sh#$ got a little weird.the trail at this point becomes rugged with loose softball sized rocks littered about.We decided to take a breath and load the bowl in my pocket,checking the time it was shortly after 11,We smoked the bowl and agreed to walk side by side, so we’d both have adaquatt light to see with are only flashlight.Nearing a bend were the trail cuts back to the right I peered ahead and an arms length ahead of me stood a woman in white,black and maroon undergarmets and a black cloak completly concelling the face so that all you saw was black.Imediatly i droped to one knee.It had felt as if i was dropped out of an airplane with no chute.My heart felt as if it would burst i’d never been so scared in my life.and as quik as that there was nothing there.Kaiden asked if iwas alright wondering what had gone one.I told him i had seen agirl arms length away wearing a cloak in mid 1800 apearal,and nothing more discriptive about what i’d seen htan that.A few moments later we reached the road half way to the mansion.Smoking another bowl of some killer green to calm my nerves,we used the portapotty and carried on the rest of the journey with jokes of how if we saw acop we’d be like **** you buddy and take off(i mean what the **** would a cop be out here for).we reached a bench at a fork in the trail.Stopping to grab a snack out of our packs.the whole time we spent on this bench we kept hearing what sounded like foot steps of an approaching person from the trail to the left,we called out a few times and received no answer.
At this point i told him we’d later find a bloody history to this plot of land,which we did the whole incodent involving the balch fammily.
We carried on the last leg of the trail were i spotted her siloutte this time near a stump to the right,it was there a good ten seconds but by the time i had snagged the light to point out the siloutte it was gone.Finnaly we had made it to pittock another minute later,and to the saftey of the light.After taking in the veiw we oppted to take a way threw the neighboorhoods back,randomly finding our way to the car.
the haunting has nothing to do with the bathroom,Its everything that happened anna.I mean put 2 and 2 together,her dad killed her husband,so her dad was hung,and her husbands family found retribuition in killing her oldest brother.thats enough f^%*ed up s*$t to make any of us haunt are own back yard.
On the drive back Kaiden started to describe the in detail the arrangment of her clothes statting were the maroon had been and that her hood was up and how you couldnt see her face.All details I never mentioned.
We gave it 2 weeks and decided to go back.At this point i was doubting myself before this i didn’t beleive in ghosts.So I had some internal conflict with in myself.We decided to grag a friend shane along how had heard the story and wanted to see for himself.
We were about a quater mile in this time when Kaiden started gasping as if he had a frog in his throat.I asked “are u alright man?”.
he responded with”Trevor i got some crazy sh** to tell you!”
“Save it dude nows not the time tell me when were at the car.”I didnt need to hear anything at this point i couldnt beleive i was dumb enough to actualy grag us back,I mean this was my idea to return.
Random rustling came from the bushes here and there and the water had an eerie qulity to it.This trail reminds me of tim burrtons sleepy hallow,like a scene stole straight out of the movie.
By this time Kaiden was paniking and a having short rapid brething pattern.Stopping to see if he was alright we decided to carry on to the foundation.
Only when we came to the spot were it should be there was only an empty patch of dirt were nothing grew.At this point all rationality went striaght the f**k out the door.Right in front of our eyes ther was a definite out line of where the foundation should be and nothing growing within.
This is were we began are expidious retreat.Shane was lagging behind,while Kaiden and I were side by side.Every once in a while i’d give Shane an order to look behind for anything following.He didnt respond to any of the commands.So finnaly i stopped walking shouting “Shane!(pause)Fu***ng Shane!”.He was neering now about twelve feet away and emoitoinless which if you knew shane he was always babbling or doing some dumb sh**.”Dude,fu***ng Shane”.Nothing now within arms reach fear flarred up in me, heres some one i’ve beat up on several occasions but it wasnt the same i was scarred sh**less.I threw the flaslight up 3 inches away from his face and turned it on.Normally you would instantly slap the mag light out of your face.”Dude,Shane”,nothing.I **** my fist back and ready to let fly,I practice mma and was going for lights out and at the last moment possible he litterly snapped out of it and finnaly swatted the light out of his face like he should have done moments ago.
he later told us that he was looking at the ground mumbling cause he didnt get to go all the way to pittock.But Kaiden can testify that he wasnt mumbling anything and that he was starring straight ahead blankly.
At this point Kaiden and I took off at a run for the last half mile with shane on our heels bitching all the way.But man was it good to hear him talking a minute ago I was about to lay out one of my best friends.
When we made it out Kaiden told me what he had been waiting to.He said he had seen a older guy with a white beard and mustache,and a younger fellow of about 16 to 20 in the bottom of the creek looking out at him.What he had seen affected him so much that it caused him to hyperventalate.
Since then i have only returned once and in the day the only time of wich i will return.The hauntings have nothing to do with the bathroom only the land that once belonged to the balch fammily.And for the ghost wars that sounds like a load of bs. who evers posting that **** needs to stop.and peapole who have had authentic expeirences need to share their stories cause there is something going on in the west hills of portland thats alittle hard to explain.
I’d like to end this by saying thanx to anyone who sticks threw the whole story and that I’m not joshing ya this really happened to me and has changed who I am and how i see things around me.If you plan to take the walk at night come prepared and make sure somone knows you waent and when you should be back.Maybe for you nothing will happen thats the way i would have preffered it but be prepared in case something does!Better safe then sorry!And dont put your nose were it doesnt belong!
Comment by Trevor | 04.11.2008 | 8:53 am