The Gnomestead

There’s a punk house near the evergreen campus in Olympia. Once called the Gnomestead, the property is situated along a semi-rural road, sandwiched between a rock quarry and a stretch of wetland. The the backyard was basically at the edge of a swamp.
I lived here for a year, between summer 2011-2012. While I saw a lot of things that just didn’t make sense, Here’s a few that are easier to describe:…

Meon Hill

…During the ensuing investigation a “celebrity officer” from Scotland Yard called “Fabian” was brought in on the case. He had no luck himself and after h he enquired of locals as to “The owner of the large black dog he had seen in the lanes around Meon Hill” the locals refused to speak to him any more. Since then, there have been other “Black Shuck” sightings and in 1976, a plain perfectly round crop circle was discovered near the base of the hill….

Strange Dreams at Gaines Point

…I must have sat there for only 5 minutes before I dozed off watching the ducks or geese or whatever bird was there. I don’t remember my dreams now, only that they were crazy and weird. At the time I chalked it up to minor dehydration or sleeping in the sunshine or having overly exerted myself. I had never fallen asleep on a park bench before, so that in itself was weird. The fact that I slept hard enough to dream is what struck me as the most unusual at the time….

Ghosts on Campus

The other is more interesting. A pleasant middle age lady in older style long dress was waking in th rain towards me on Rainier Vista ( left hand side going to towards Husky Stadium) – it was pouring and I asked if she wanted my umbrella- I had rain gear and she didn’t, she replied good morning and thanked me overly kindly, but declined the umbrella and walked on, a bit awe struck I turned just a few moments later just to reply to her good morning greeting and she had vanished….

The Place of Transient Tunes and Spectres

…Two people on my investigative team have reported a tall black figure with a stove-pipe hat lingering near the front entrance inside the bar, near the ATM. He’ll stand over people and then disappear when you look dead-center in that direction. My friend, an energy worker, has been touched a couple times by what she can only describe as a dark, masculine presence….