Ghost train station where the souls enter the next place..kicks up lots of wind.

In [a] trance, I left my body and started to go towards Wedgwood Rock (a super cool and holy power site in the city, definitely worth inclusion on the map in general), a place I have visited and worked with magically on numerous occasions, both in trance and waking life. At the last minute, though, I decided to go to the Space Needle instead. I arrived at the Needle, and a mysterious figure told me to turn back, that this was a place of evil. I ignored the warning, and found myself on top of the Needle. Up there with me were a band of sorcerers, and they bid me to sit in a pot of boiling water. For some reason I obliged, and they started circling me, chanting spells in an alien language and drumming. At some point I realized that this was sketch city, so with the help of one of my guides, I left. Before I left, I looked back over my shoulder, and as I did, one of the sorcerers fired some sort of projectile at me, which lodged in the left side of my neck, and caused great discomfort. Afterwards, my guide brought me to my original destination of Wedgwood Rock, and the spirit of the rock, along with my guides and some other spirits, performed a healing ceremony on me, in which the thing in my neck was removed. As I was leaving to return to my body, my guide basically told me that I'm an idiot and to never do that again, and in particular that it was not safe to journey to that place from my own home. I had always really dug the space needle and kind of regarded it as modern spiritual hub of the city. The experience ungrounded that assumption, and left me kind of shaken in general, but at least the bad vibes I got at the needle were sharply contrasted with the ancient healing energy of the rock.

There's been multiple black bear sightings in the Kirkland area for the past 2 weeks in residential and business areas. The bigger black bear was hit by a car on 405 last week and hung out in Bridle Trails State Park for the whole week. Yesterday one of the bears climbed up a tree outside Rose Hill Junior High School and was captured and released near Fall City. Who knows why the bears are venturing onto human territory so much recently?

On the on-ramp to I-5 from eastbound I-90. One or more seagulls are almost always present in the morning, watching and silently judging those who pass.

Once I was standing in front of the OK Hotel near some birds that were eating off of the ground. Suddenly a gull attacked one of the pigeons by shaking it an snapping its neck, then tore into it and started eating it. The other pigeons seemed clueless as the danger they were in and just kept eating, not care in the world. We mentioned it to someone working behind the counter and the said the gull had been doing that regularly. He went out to try to chase it away but the gull charged at him aggressively.

WARNING: Video contains image of a dead cat. March 25, 2009. "I took my camera to work the day before Easter and on a whim Jake and I decided to go down to Golden Gardens on the Puget Sound, and have ourselves an old fashioned mystical journey. Jake said that it was his intention to be reborn that night, and to try and start anew,with a fresh outlook on life. Just as he said those words we came across quite a startling scene. There, lying in front of us, completely unexpected, a dead cat in the rain. It was a dark brown, completely soaked and strangely unreal. It was up on the grass, and even weirder, there was a car with its headlights on, shining directly on the cat. There was no one inside the car. The scene seemed staged. Numerous drunk cars came speeding past us and doing donuts in nearby parking lots. This was actually a relief because after the frickin' dead cat I was expecting a full on Men in Black encounter. But unless the MIB have traded in their eerily square style and are into doing the whole dukes of hazzard asshole guy thing, then I am pretty sure it was all nice and mundane. We got to the secret beach to find the dying coals of a small bonfire, and I collected a few pieces to put in the flame to get it roaring again. We drank some wine and Jake took all his clothes off. Without warning he handed me his pants and sprinted for the water and I chased after him in the dark. In the rest of the footage, the only thing you can see is the black---and the only sound is the water slapping against the beach and jake yelling: "I am an unwavering band of light, and I will be.... til I die.... and maybe even after" as he dunked himself in the freezing ass Puget Sound.

Dive-bombed by a pair of crows, likely guarding a nest. I offered them a couple of garden-fresh strawberries; hopefully they'll see me as a friend.

There is a small grove of trees on the North end of Madison Beach, next to the apartment building. Generally, this spot has excellent vibes - I've taken many, many school groups here. However, for whatever reason Madison Beach has a lot of animal activity in general - Lake WA is polluted so there are always dead water animals floating around, at lease one rabid bat sighting every summer, so the animals here do not fuck around and do not hold with negative vibes. Once, I was there with a close friend and her gf, laying under the trees chilling. Her gf is looking up at the trees and goes, "is that bird peeing on me?" and immediately that bird shat directly into her mouth. Said gf turned out to be wildly toxic and slightly evil - absolutely a case of fecal divination.

A bunch of folks saw a deer run down 17th in front of The In then bolt across Madison a while back. Also idk how this would fit in a map but when I was living at the BL my phone rang in the middle of the night and the person who was calling was a friend who had died two weeks before. I was too freaked out to answer but it def spooked me. (Submitted by Joseph B.)

one time a squirrel brought me a leaf at denny blaine and then sat two feet away from me for a full hour and that felt v weird and special but prob not a ghost

Not what they seem.

Also i saw a fox at the top of beacon hill next to emma goldmans and the old amazon building one night several years ago but you might as well call it a spirit.

This location with prime real estate in Ballard been vacant with windows boarded up or covered with cardboard for over 15 years. For much of that time it had a red awning that read THE COOKIE CONSPIRACY. I've asked many Ballard natives and nobody remembers a cookie shop ever actually being open for business at that location. Late at night lights and sounds could be detected behind the covered windows. Someone knows the secrets of THE COOKIE CONSPIRACY, but nobody is willing to speak these things aloud.

Late night driving around Bremerton, encountered a strange man standing next to a car with just one handcuff on.

There was also a fairy ring in Discovery Park that we found

Ballard Ave outside Conor Byrne. Sunday night, around 1am, years ago when it was possible to be alone out there. Friend and I stepped out for a smoke. Just us out there. A woman dressed in 1800s garb emerged from the dark, about thirty feet south of us and started walking towards us. We looked at each other like “whoa that’s crazy!” and when we looked back she was gone

The famous "mystery coke machine." It's a mystery!

Some evidence of fairy activity: Coming home on a full moon after a sweatlodge, as I put the key in the door I heard what sounded like a pack of dogs which morphed suddenly into the voices of laughing children (not on anything I swear). One summer I had a clandestine grow op going in the vacant lots nearby, three plants in three locations hidden in small clearings in the blackberries. One of the plants eventually disappeared and there was absolutely no hole in the ground nor any sign the plant had ever been there.

When I lived in gtown we had a woman come to our door with a mallet alerting us that their were dark witches sacrificing cats on Friday the 13th. The next day a pirate (literally) knocked on our door to tell us he witnessed the witches slaughtering a cat and he woke up the next morning with a broken mirror in his bed. It was a symbol from the witches to judge himself before he were to judge anyone else.

There’s a quiet, incessant hum that only some people hear.

A ghost story: about 25 years ago, we bought a restaurant at the foot of Madison park. When we were in pre-remodeling phase, I was upstairs doing office work one evening and I heard footsteps walk across the wood floor in the rooms next to me. Startled, I asked if someone was there, and the footsteps stopped. A few minutes later, I heard them again. I got the courage up and checked. No one was there. Other strange occurrences happened over the years, all upstairs. Employees, checking out would see a woman staring at them. Thinking she was a customer, they would ask if she needed help and she would vanish.noises like furniture moving were often heard before service. I came into my (locked) office one morning and saw my name written over and over again on my computer. One of my waiters said he had lived in the Park a while and would walk by seeing a woman looking at him off the top deck. creepy stuff. I never felt comfortable alone in that place.

I was laying down in a friend's room when I looked up and there was a guy with long blond hair and a tshirt and jeans was all of the sudden standing in the room near the foot of the bed. He stood there and stared right at me. I said something and he didn't move or respond. He kept staring at me with no expression. I turned quickly and turned back, like one second, and then he was just gone, disappeared. There was no sound and he couldn't have made it to the door in that time. He was just gone. He looked like a regular person aside from the eerie non expression.

I was helping my aunt move from her town house and it was about midnight we were all getting ready for bed and the doorbell rings I was right by the door getting ready for a smoke and no one was there. 10 mins later got a call saying my great uncle died. I think it was him saying good bye.

A very haunted building filled with harmless ghosts who mostly OD'd on heroin in the 80's and 90's.

This is a cross between ghost and animal...a ghost animal actually. My brother and I saw this ghost cat on multiple occasions, together and separately when we lived in that neighborhood in the late 80’s/early 90’s. It was the shape of a cat and moved as a live cat, but made of oil slick. Like, swirly rainbowey car oil in a puddle, but in the shape of a cat. It came into our basement once but usually we saw it out in the street on 8th Ave NE. We called it, Ghost Cat, as you do.

It's listed as a dog park with the City. Overturned graves stones, desecrated sacred land, houses built on top of graves, a whole mess of awful. Local custom dictates that if you're walking by there you HAVE to drop a penny behind you to keep the disembodied spirits from following you home. Just stay away.

There was an old abandoned house across from the DSHS that I would have to pass by to get to my house. One day, I was walking passed and I felt a tag on my hair! It also happened to be 4/20 and I was blitzed out. But! I'm also hella sensitive to spirits all the time! Well, right before the tug, I swear I heard a giggle in my left ear and a tingle up my spine. It was scary! I ran all the way up the hill to my house and lit some sage! That house is gone now, just a vacant lot next to the co lam pagoda but I still find myself on guard whenever I'm around there.

The Kraken is haunted by one or more spirits, I have personally witnessed a straw physically come up out of its container and roll toward me. Others have seen a shadow figure, or experiences similar to mine where objects move inexplicably.

I was attacked by an entity who left razor blade-like scars criss-crossing on my back shoulder. Swear.

I was asked to play cello for the final public event at the old Hugo House building, an old Victorian house that had been added on to pretty haphazardly. It had been a funeral home earlier in its life and was notorious for being haunted. Early in the evening, during a reading, an incredible downpour started. Water cam rushing into the space from lots of leaks in the ceiling and people started rushing around to find buckets, trash cans, etc. In the middle this a large glass light fixture came crashing to the ground. To everyone there it felt like an utterly supernatural event-- the building had more to say was not going to disappear quietly. The next night I came in and recorded some music there. It was torn down a few days later.

Interesting energies abound. Plus, it's located on MONSTER ROAD. Come On Now.

This public sculpture doubles as a portal on the hottest days of the year.

Not a wall and nobody died here.

There’s a magic portal/ doorway in West Seattle on the dock where the water taxi comes in, right where the taxi docks, that looks out on the cityscape (Submitted by JP D.)

There’s a water spirit shrine in Cal Anderson park at the weird kiddy pool that’s always dry, it’s where the water is supposed to bubble out from.

What are these strange sacks that were placed here years ago and have not moved, forcing thousands of Amazonian passerby’s to awkwardly navigate around them on the sidewalk as they stare down at their cellphones. Is it simply unused concrete or fertilizer, or maybe even some form of “interpretative street art”....or could it be something more sinister? Perhaps Amazon’s next top secret seismic “deep earth” listening device? Be careful what you talk about when you walk by...someone might be listening!

Long story short, a ghost opened a cash register dumping money on the ground early in the morning, caught on security cam. Video in link... https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=10156292453270472&id=225984050471&ref=content_filter

While we were eating in our car parked in the Dick's parking lot, a seagull flew over our car and pooped on my daughter who was sitting inside the car. The trajectory of the poop flying into the car through the open window was nothing less than weird. And funny as heck. That seagull had game.

There was a crow that I used to refer to as my crow friend. It had a scratch on it's beak, which was how I always knew it was the same crow. I would walk to the Joann where I worked at the time. Often I would stop at McDonald's and grab a one dollar burger on the way. I would eat half and leave half for my crow friend. I had one day that there was a group of crows in the parking lot. I wanted to leave my half of a burger for that specific crow. I waited a minute until only that crow seemed to be paying attention to me, then I left the remnants of my burger in an empty shopping cart and went to work. About an hour in to my shift, I was putting things away near a window. My crow friend walked in front of the window, then quickly flew away and came back with the empty burger wrapper. Shortly after, it started following me home and would circle in the air while I walked to work. After about of week of this, I came out and my crow friend had a second crow waiting to walk me to work. A few days later and I was being escorted to work by at least 5 crows, sometimes as much as 8. They knew when I normally left for work and would wait for me. They would avoid my back yard though. There were two huge crows who lived had claimed the yard as their territory. My husband would call them Hugen and Munen because of their size and the fact they would protect the yard and anyone who inhabited the house- including the pets. The cats? They never bothered these two crows.

This visage in a tree at Roanoke Park appeared over ten years ago. It is about 12 feet from the ground. Lately some evil spirits have tried to rip the face off or the ghost itself is trying to escape the tree. Not sure how much longer it will be visible...

As a dreamer... I had a lot of dark collective work to do the four years I lived in Seattle. The story I want to share is, by the time 2004 came around, I have had a lot of lucid, then astral travel and then full out of body experiences. One night I decided to leave my apartment (which I rarely did when I was out of body), to go down to the local park where I lived in Bothell, WA. I flew over there and landed by the playground. It was around 10 pm and I saw there was a bunch of teenagers at the picnic benches drinking beer. I just there looking at them, not expecting them to see me. All of a sudden a few of them got up, threw there beers down and ran. I looked at them strangely thinking, what are they looking at, as I turned around to see behind me. I realized at that moment I was in my astral body (white luminous ghostly looking figure) and thought, oh... they think I am a ghost. Some of them were pointing there fingers at me scared to death, thinking I was a dead ghost. Then they were all gone and I continued on my walk around the park along the water and then went home. And sat up in my body awake and thought, they all have stories to tell now . Of course they thought I was a dead ghost... hahahhaha https://eldermountaindreaming.com

I was sucked deep into the forest by a force far greater than the responsibility of boarding rapid rise to the south lake union office. I walked in the path and soon discovered my pantyhose were animated enemies and needed immediate removal. In the mud I tore them off like an animal and found eggs in my briefcase I had not put there. I crushed the eggs over my midsection, replacing pantyhose protection with a viscous unborn chicken membrane. In my skirt suit but now filthy and shoeless, I found my way downhill to the pool, where a whistling male voice hollered from the water slide “Sluice here! Portal to a safer dimension! Aquatic rescue!” I paid my daily fare, pretended my jockey underwear tank top set was a tankini, and boarded the chute to Other, where I’ve remained. A child hated me for skipping the line then asked to be taught how to slide so heavy and splash so hard. It was easy to teach him.

On certain warm days in June, staff on a secure research floor at the VA have noticed a strange spot in the corner of their office that they describe as "cold, tingly, and smells like bubble gum," and accompanied by a pleasantly euphoric feeling, akin to childlike joy. In the same Rumors abound of past research that has been done on the floor with radioactive material and olfactory function in veterans with PTSD.

...[W]e had an entity in our home which latched on to our son, fed from him & nearly killed him. With the help of a remote viewing team & some folks in tune with "it," they were able to drive it away ("nuke it from orbit" was the phrase they used). If you'd like to get the full story, it's available here: http://www.astonishinglegends.com/al-podcasts/2017/2/6/ep039-the-sludge-entity-part-1 http://www.astonishinglegends.com/al-podcasts/2017/2/6/ep040-the-sludge-entity-part-2

At the corner of Fairview Ave and Thomas St I found a cursed... bracelet. It was wooden beads in the shape of skulls. Someone had lost or discarded it in the gutter. I took it home and de-cursed it.

While on a photoshoot adventure with a friend in 2010, we experienced what we consider to be a "demon spirit". It showed up in one of our photos. The spot in Carkeek Park where we took the picture was deep in the woods, off the road, and it definitely gave us the creeps.

It's well known that Odin, the all-father of norse mythology frequently visits midgard. Often in the guise of a destitute or homeless old man. One day not more than 2 months ago I was wrapping up a much needed day at the beach. My life was in complete cinders, and i spent the day reflecting and asking the old gods for guidance. As I was trudging with my gear back to car I see an old man sitting on a log. He was wearing a white shirt, khakis and a brown jacket. He had long white hair, and a beard to match. He was wearing a wide brimmed hat and a black eyepatch over his right eye. He had in his hand a long walking stick. Nothing about this man's attire was extraordinary. All of it was rather plain. Even the stick. As I looked over at him i froze. Mid stride. His gaze met mine and all I could feel was an overwhelming calm. I was looking into the face of the all-father. Nothing could convince me otherwise. He looked at me, and offered a small wave and a knowing smile. I waved back, and returned to my walk. As I arrived at my car I looked to the west. Across the water, over the Olympic mountains a brilliant rainbow had formed. It was a day I will remember forever.

Three goats riding in the back seat of a Dodge Caravan. This can't end well.....

I worked for a start up glasses company here. We used to joke that the place was haunted just because it was so old. One day our photographer was taking some photos of sample glasses and in one of the shots there was a reflection that looked really strikingly like a little boy. She called us all over to her table and we looked at where the image was reflecting - there was no chairs or jackets that could have made the image, and the ones before and after it didn't have the image.

Roughly 12 years ago, I was getting out of car in later evening when my mom called to me while pointing to the sky. There were 3 triangular craft overhead. They were low-flying, black, unlit and completely silent.

Class III Apparition. Lived here for a year with two friends. By myself in front room playing video games, getting on towards evening. Lights off, tv on, but lights on in the next room. In my periphery, a dark silhouette appears in the doorway. Discernible head, torso, arms, and legs. Assume one of my roommates has come home so I turn to say hello. No one is there. Proceed through entire apartment turning on all the lights, definitely home alone.

Every day for at least four years and probably longer, there is a different kind of meat sitting in the grass at the end of this alley. Sausage links, sandwich meat, hot dogs, burger patties, chicken nuggets, teriyaki. Every day. Sometimes it has human bites taken out of it.

In 2010 a shirtless man was found in the parking lot of Probuild, scratched up and brandishing a sword and throwing knives. Approached by police, he told the officers that he had "been hunting Werewolves and C.H.U.D.s." He was taken to the hospital in Bremerton for evaluation. The woods there were bulldozed a few years later and the site now is a bank, a Walgreens, and the new Virginia Mason medical clinic. Coyotes and deer were reportedly displaced by the construction, but there have been no further Werewolf sightings reported. http://pugetsoundblogs.com/bainbridge-conversation/2010/03/23/police-detain-sword-waving-knife-throwing-werewolf-hunter/

A crow a dropped a chicken McNugget directly on my head. Still unsure if he liked or hated me...

I was living in the basement of this nearly 100 y/o building - facing the alley so things always seemed a little more dark and spooky. The day before I had dutifully washed my dishes and had them drying on a rack on the counter. This is important cuz they had been sitting there for 24+ hours (No heat issues, no slipping) when randomly one of my glass tumblers explodes. I think this is weird but think nothing of it until two more spontaneously shatter several minutes later. The unit also had creepy "moving" sink holes, ala every now and then my floor would dip/sink when walking over it but not always.

Unusual encounter: I was walking my dog thru a dense part of the park on a windy, rainy day. As I turned down the trail a young boy (about 8) was sitting on a small downed log holding a huge mixed breed dog. I stopped because it was a school day and well, my spidery sense told me something was very odd. He was very animated, talking to me like he was an adult, I asked him if he lived around the area, and he said, “yeah somewhere.” I asked him for his name, he gave me his first name but said he forgot his last name. I asked him was he lost, did he need help, etc., etc.. “No,” he replied, as he continued to maintain a very animated, friendly, adult-like conversation. Since my husband is a pediatrician on this island, most kids know his name or the name of Mercer Island Pediatrics, so I asked him if he knew my husband or did he see any of the doctors. “No,” he said, “I don’t really go to the doctor.” After chatting about books and other things, I told him I must continue on. I went up the trail and when I turned back he was gone along with the dog. I told my husband about this unusual encounter that day. I’m convinced he and the dog were an apparition. This is a very small neighborhood where you’ll see the same people often, especially you’d remember the dog, never have seen that boy or dog anywhere on the Island.

Placed a stone of remembrance at Bruce Lee's grave but didn't honor Brandon. A short time later while walking in the cemetery, a crow attacked us. (Brandon was the actor who died while filming the movie The Crow).

Last spring I missed the last bus and was walking home by the park late at night. It was raining lightly and the drops hitting the ground behind me steadily started sounding more and more like a small set of footsteps. I passed a mansion lit up with the doors open and nobody in it, then heard tinkling music I couldn’t place as I passed under a tunnel of blooming cherry trees. I felt strongly that fairies were trying to lure me away, and then suddenly all of it dissipated as I stepped out past the park and into the light of the street lamps.

When I worked for the Underground Tour, as part of my training I had to walk around the underground spaces solo and practice my spiels. In a space that was once a prohibition-era saloon, I was practicing my monologue and cheesy jokes when the hollow metal door (that was quite heavy) suddenly swung shut and then all the way back open, and I swear I heard something whisper in my ear. There was no one coming down the stairs, nor had anyone open the upper door yet. There was a tour group ahead of me in the next space so I wasted no time running to catch up with them, as it did not feel like a benevolent presence.

I was driving some friends home on Market St, through the heart of Ballard, when a lady walks directly in front of my car. She's not the usual frat bro/woo girl out-on-a-Saturday-night pedestrian who thinks they can make it across before I hit them, though -- she deadass looks me right in the eye and stares into my soul, and maintains eye contact with me as she continues walking in front of my car, then across the street, at a disturbingly casual pace. She showed no outward signs of being drunk or high and based on her glare alone, everyone else in the car agreed she was most definitely some kind of demon.

I was swimming with my friends C. and G. I took a photo of C. in the water. G. and I freaked out when we saw the result and told C. to come see. We kinda bolted and speculated the way out wondering if a boy had drowned there. We all felt really icky like we had eerie lake resin on us we couldn’t shake. (Original post: https://www.instagram.com/p/BIb9weFDuuP/?taken-by=billyfromtheroof)

I was a kid in bed with my mom at night staring out the huge picture window facing east in my parent’s bedroom. we had a view of lake washington, the cascades, and what was then the naval air base, now magnuson park. our house was directly east of where the soundgarden is now, below the stand point country club golf course. i was staring at a star that was super bright, so bright it didn’t really seem like a star, but it was still in the sky like a star, and i stared, fascinated by its strangely bright light, and i was unable to look away. then suddenly it shot straight upwards, and i mean straight upwards, absolutely vertical, and was gone. no aircraft could fly like that. not then, not now. it was my first sighting of a ufo.

6/19/2018 [youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_AsjVZQqiCc] On the telephone pole SE Corner of Pine and 10th "Out of Bounds to Everyone Who Does Not Wish to Die a Most Painful Death" At the corner of 10th and Pine in Capitol Hill there is a large orange case that says "Out of Bounds to Everyone Who Does Not Wish to Die a Most Painful Death". When I walked by it's door slammed shut and then it blew back open. I put my hand inside the box and all of a sudden it lit up! A few seconds later I received a call labeled 'Unknown'. I answered it and all I heard was what sounded vaguely like an old phonograph record of some guy talking being played backwards. Submitted by Eddie M.

7/31/2014 A quiet path winds its way beneath the road through the heart of Colman Park on Seattle's east side. This path passes through three small tunnels, near the uppermost tunnel a peculiar cement face, scarred with lichen, stares out from the moss-mottled mortar. A relic? A representation? A marker of memory? Or something entirely incomprehensible? Submitted by: K. M. Alexander

About 3 years ago, I was walking home from work at Swedish and found a dismembered crow wing on the sidewalk here. I stopped to look at it because you know, what the fuck??? For several weeks afterwards I was chased/attacked by crows on this block (like talon to head contact) and eventually started taking another route. I now work in Ballard and was attacked by a crow there last year. I am pretty sure the crow syndicate of Seattle has a hit on me.

A psychic called back my pet to my home. She asked only for a picture of my cat and no other information. As she stared at his picture, she began to look through his eyes, as him. She simply looked at google maps of a 5 block radius in every direction of my home to track him through looking at his view of the world. She pointed out specific trees, fences, patches of grass and garages that he had stopped by or had found interest in. She pointed at a specific tree which is at the corner of 16th ave south and south forest st in Seattle, WA. She says he had sat at this tree while lost and that he liked it there. She told him he should come back home, and gave him directions as to from this tree. She said hes probably next to the garage of the house next to this tree at the moment. Four hours after speaking to this psychic, I pulled in my driveway to see my cat sitting on my porch. He still stares out the window at this tree.

I once saw a squirrel sitting on a huge pile of horse chestnuts going to town on a chocolate donut covered in rainbow sprinkles.

Walking through the loading dock of the building on the south corner of S. Washington Street and the Viaduct, distinctly felt something touch my head. Walking through a second time about an hour later I thought, if you are here, touch me again. This time I felt something touch my nose and saw something white flash by. I looked up in the direction of the flash and saw what looked like a small hot air balloon constructed of old and dirty silk lodged way up on a shelf near the ceiling. I got the feeling I was supposed to notice that object.

Early one summer morning a few years ago, two friends and myself were watching the first hints of dawn peek over the Cascades from a penthouse apartment window while coming down from acid. A third friend was asleep on the couch near us, having only had alcohol she fell asleep. As the sky began to turn orange and then lighter toward yellow, the three of us who were awake noticed what appeared to be a meteor hanging above the horizon. It was a speck of twinkling white light, and seemed roughly triangular or like a stout rhomboid depending on its twinkle. I say it was hanging above the horizon because it didn't streak across the sky like a meteor; it didn't move vertically or horizontally in the sky, it just sat where it was and increased in brightness and size. I was initially alarmed that we were witnessing a missile or very large asteroid coming straight for us at a very shallow angle, but the light just kept twinkling reassuringly in the same spot in the sky. After about 15 minutes of this we roused our sleeping friend from the couch for some relatively sober confirmation that we were in fact seeing strange stationary lights in the sky. As dawn grew brighter two more rhomboids appeared in the same general area as the first, one a little above and one to the side and below. One of my tripping friends had a degree in physics and was at a loss to explain the atmospheric properties of what we were witnessing. After gazing in awe at the lights for another half an hour one of my friends said, "Do you see the..." "...that they're shooting out red and green sparks?" finished another. And they were, all three of the previously white lights were kind of pulsing and showering out tiny red and green sparks. I wasn't afraid; it was beautiful. We all checked with our sober friend to confirm our shared observations. All four of us sat for another hour in wonderment punctuated only by bursts of confounded hypothesizing and euphoric laughter. It's important to note here that there were very few clouds in the sky, it was a relatively clear morning but for these glorious fountains of color. There were some long streaky distant clouds that were illuminated by the sparkling lights but they seemed to form after the dawn had progressed fairly far. As sunrise grew nearer the sparkling peaked, and the twinkling meteors began to shrink. Not so much bending toward the horizon as departing into a region of sky straight back on a tangent to the curvature of the earth. They all disappeared right before the sun came over the mountains. During this experience (and after) my friends and I searched the internet for news stories of strange meteorological or astronomical activity that morning and found nothing. No forecasts, no sightings, no explanation. It was like no one else in the area had been awake and facing east for the two hours this event lasted, or if they did they didn't want to talk about it. And that's the way my friend with the physics degree prefers it. As it was happening he decided we shouldn't talk about it, mostly because of the loss of credibility that people endure from sharing their experiences with unexplained phenomena. "I don't want to be one of those otherwise reasonable people who insist they've *seen* something," he said that beautiful morning. "I think that's exactly what's happening to all of us right now," I laughed. Whenever I mention the event to him now I make sure to call it "That Thing We Don't Talk About.

We have received many anonymous reports of a 'Ghost Canoe' floating on Lake Washington, apparently with a Lime Bike on deck. (unconfirmed)

10/15/2009 House of Illusion In 2009, I was working for Richard Hugo House, a writing center in an old Victorian house with a long and storied past as a former mortuary, funeral home, and theater. On the glass window of one of the front doors were the words “House of Illusion” in faint cursive that I somehow missed the first few months I worked there. But House of Illusion it certainly was. The stories were many. When they first renovated the house in 1997, a construction worker reportedly saw the ghost of a little girl in a basement hallway. He quit that day and refused to return to the site. Infamously in the basement was a baby coffin lying prone in a dark boiler room that no one had dared move for several decades. Beyond that, and I don’t believe many people knew about this, was what haunted me most: a room with a dirt floor and several tiny school desks, lined up in rows and facing toward a blank wall as if a classroom for ghost children was always in session. If the rest wasn’t spooky enough, the basement at this time was being use for the nonprofit Ruby Room, and housed hundreds of old prom dresses. The Carrie vibes were strong. Two of the founders of Hugo House, husband and wife Frances McCue and Gary Greaves (may he rest in peace), were living in an apartment on the second floor of the building with their young daughter as they renovated the building. Their own strange experiences, perhaps spirits stirred up by the construction, led them to invite an exorcist to the house to perform a clearing. But some spirits seemed still to remain. Upstairs in the zine library, ZAPP, in the room where the morticians reportedly used to prepare the bodies, were the most encounters. Things moved from place to place, a friend heard whispers over his shoulder, and as we slowly came to realize, no one could concentrate when trying to work in the room. A buzzing often seemed to resound in your head when you were in there, making focusing on anything difficult. One September, we began talking about Halloween plans. Historically, Hugo House had hosted a party called Haunted Hugo that was open to the public to come trick or treat, drink, and go on tours to the baby coffin. This year though, they weren’t planning on hosting a party. The front desk manager Amy and I were openly bummed — Halloween was both of our favorite holidays and the house was just too perfect for a Halloween party. The directors said they’d allow us to have a party if we didn’t mind planning ourselves, and we enthusiastically accepted the challenge. Our coworker Joe said he knew a ghost hunter he could put us in touch with, who could maybe do something for the Halloween party. I programmed his # in my phone as the Ghost Hunter, alias Ross. Ross was more than excited to come to the house for a hunt with his ghost hunting team (!), AGHOST (Advanced Ghost Hunters of Seattle-Tacoma). They’d done a hunt there in the 90s that had been featured on Dateline and had apparently been dying to coming back. They had stipulations: the hunt must be after midnight, and no more than 4 other people could join them. We drew from a hat and as the staff member who had to let them in and set up the alarm system, I was one of them. We met at the house at 2 in the morning, sometime in the few weeks before Halloween. The night was foggy. Ross arrived with about 6 other members of AGHOST and they brought with them the most amazing arsenal of ghost tools: ion detectors, high sensitivity voice recorders, night vision cameras, EMF meters; the works. I got to hold the ion detector. We split up into four groups, and spread out all over the house, with a plan to reconvene in about two hours. I was in a group with a clairvoyant medium and another clairvoyant women who wore dangling jack-o-lantern earrings. The medium described the spirits she felt in terms of color, gender, and mood. She said on driving up to the building, she’d felt the wide berth of a dark blue masculine spirit emanating from a room at the top left of the house, describing its energy as “brushing up against hers like two yachts passing each other in the night.” In the upstairs kitchen area, she felt the yellow spirit of a women who seemed to pace back and forth. In the back room of the house bar that I managed, was the sad green spirit of a young boy. I had felt it. In each room, we sat in a circle and the ghost hunters would turn on the EVP (electronic voice phenomena) recorder, otherwise known as a “spirit box.” The medium would say something like “spirits, if you are here, please make yourself known. Knock on the wall or tap on the floor, something to tell us you’re here.” Then we would wait. If any of us moved or made a sound, we would announce it so that on listening back, we would know if it was us, or a spirit attempting to make contact. All throughout the house we did this, including in the basement full of prom dresses. I was most terrified being down there, afraid to look at the mirrors from the dressing rooms for fear I would see something staring back at me. But all throughout the house we heard nothing until we went up to the theater. In the audience area, the medium described the sound of “residual applause,” explaining that rather than a ghost, a residual phenomena was the echo of an event that had repeatedly occurred in a place and seemed to “linger.” But it wasn’t until we got to the backstage and sat there in the the dark, the darkest room of the whole house, calling on the spirits, that we seemed to receive any contact. Listening back to the recording we heard the distinct sound: Tap. Tap. Tap. We listened back several times. It was distinct. As unremarkable as it seemed, the women said it was significant — something trying to reach us. Reconvening with the group, the other activity center of the house, the zine library, had been the most lively (or should I say...deadly). Another group, taking pictures with the digital camera, appeared to have captured the figure of a man in a tuxedo jacket, standing a the window of the former autopsy room, taken from the window opposite in the kitchen where the yellow woman paced. The AGHOST team told us they would email a copy of the picture and any other evidence they found when they enlarged the pictures on the computer. However, we lost touch, and I have never seen the pictures to this day. I have just written to Ross to see if he might have anything remaining from that hunt. It would be incredible to finally see the picture of the ghost in the tuxedo. I will send an update if I ever receive one. The House of Illusion, aka Richard Hugo House, has since been torn down, and a new building built in its place, with a new version of the writing center opening soon. Who knows what the construction might have done to those remaining spirits, but I’m curious if they remain and what the new staff of the house may experience should the renovation have stirred them up again. I have no idea what became of the baby coffin or the ghost classroom. Perhaps they still remain there in the darkness. Submitted by Emily W.

A few years ago, I lived in a basement of a shared house in Wallingford, Seattle. When I first moved in, things were bright. I was midway through college, and generally free from the otherworldly. The basement was a cold and damp mother in law. In my bedroom, I could sleep throughout the day without ever seeing the sun. It also had an unfinished room we called the "spook room," which just a mound of dirt. The light was always broken in it. Eventually, after a couple years living in the basement, strange darkness crept into my dreams. It started with sleep paralysis, usually after nights out and at odd times in the early AM. I couldn’t move. I’d scream for help but only mumble in reality. I’d attempt to move my body but it wouldn’t budge. It always felt like my eyes were open though, and I started to see things… The sleep paralysis started to happen more frequently, and other elements started creeping in. Once I saw a red light at the foot of my bed as if a camcorder was recording me sleep. The red dot skirted like a laser across my bedcovers, its light bouncing in and out of the folds in an eerie, conscious rhythm. My mind was always active, but my body could never respond. It wasn’t all bad at first too. Once there was an entire Gamelan band playing, with exotic atonal cymbals and chimes echoing from all around me. Eventually, i saw figures. A dark black hooded figure would often stand and watch me at the foot of my bed. I came to call him my Watcher at the Gate. Another time I experienced the old hag syndrome - for me it was a force that hovered above me.... It felt like spores of mold that infected my room, and entered my body to infect me,,,. I would wake up into other layers of sleep and sometimes I was unsure of how many encounters there were. Some of my dreams feel like they’d been dreamt countless times before. I felt myself begin to leave my body in the middle of paralysis. It was a struggle at first, but once I got the hang of it I was able to lift my head up and float above. I read into astral projection and realized that the numbness, strange lights, watcher at the gate, and other things I was experiencing were all precursor experiences for a lot of successful astral projectors. According to research on Reddit, the watcher at the gate is there to test you. I decided to try and master it and face him, so that I could have more lucid dreaming and enter the astral realm. Once, in this astral projection state, the Gate Watcher beckoned me to follow him. Intrigued, I got out of bed and walked with him. I followed him and we then talked for a bit in the other room. He was a vague, dark shadow that started to make me uncomfortable. The basement around me was identical to reality, but filtered, like the Upside Down. We looked at my body sleeping, and he said I looked so “cold and motionless” lying down on the bed. This creeped me out, and I decided to leave, and tried to wake up. After this experience, I was convinced that unwelcome, sinister presences were trying to invade me in this haunted basement. The next day I decided to expel a strong force. I visited the local new age shop, smudged my room, and put candles and crystals around my bed to ward off the evil. Since then, all my visitors have left. I have had sleep paralysis, but no encounters of this magnitude.

... On the last race day of the season in 2017, between races on the second or third to last race there was a small craft on fire floating silently towards the ground at about a 30 degree angle. It was round and the flame was blue. The flame circled the round craft, kinda how the blue ring circles an Amazon Echo when it is booting up. The light blue fiery ring circled around it and there was no smoke. It floated slowly and was only about a quarter mile away on the other side of the track. It was heading north and I lost it once it passed the track. It should have crashed within seconds after losing it but I never heard a thing. I was with my fiancee and 2 of my neighbors and they all saw it too. I'm sure half the people at the track saw it too. Later that night on the news, there was a report of a meteor that was seen close to the Earth. No way it was a meteor. It was going way too slow, it was too big (at least a 10 foot diameter disc), and it couldn't have burned up that fast because it didn't get any smaller.

I was driving home from Home Depot heading south on Delridge in West Seattle one night with my girlfriend, and saw a flying object that was coming in hot at a 45 degree angle. It looked like it had a little tail behind it and on fire, but the flame was white and didn't leave any smoke behind. I said "Look!" and my girlfriend said, "I see it". Right before it was lost in the horizon of buildings and trees, it started to straighten out so it wasn't going to crash as hard. It was the same direction as Seatac so I thought it might have been a plane. Then I thought of the white flame and that there was no sound. We were within a half mile of the object and thought for sure that we would have heard something if it had crashed. We also didn't see any smoke. It was very weird.

I was heading south on I-5, crossing the ship canal bridge, around 9 o'clock and saw four lights in a square formation floating over lake union. They were just hovering there and didn't make a sound. At first I thought it might have been those Chinese lanterns that float up via heat from a candle but those usually flicker a little, and they weren't moving higher or in any direction, and they also were in a perfect square shape (as equidistant as I can imagine). I told my girlfriend to "look at those lights over the lake". She saw them and I asked her what she thought they were. She said she didn't know. She thought maybe some people were putting on a drone show over the lake. They were about 50 yards higher than the highway and still just hovering there, not shifting at all. I had to look forward and pay attention to the road but kept checking the rear view. My girlfriend looked at me in disbelief and then looked forward kinda zoning out. I had to look back over my shoulder since she stopped looking at them, and they were gone. I told her to look again and she agreed that they were gone. Now I know that they weren't Chinese lanterns because there is no way that all four lanterns would burn out within the same 10 seconds. I don't think they could be drones because if they went down, it is just water under the bridge unless they landed on a boat. I will never forget that night. It was like it just happened yesterday.

On the Boards is located in a 1912 building that was originally a social hall and event space. Many of us that worked or performed there had encounters with reasonably friendly ghosts in the strange corridors and darkened spaces. At a staff gathering in 2010, we decided to bring out the ouija board and see if we could reach any of the regulars. The chatty ghost we got in touch with told us they watched the shows and really enjoyed the contemporary performance we were presenting, so that felt better than any Yelp review one could hope for.

A mysterious stone portal in the ground right by my house. At the old Boys And Girls Club on Mercer Island.

Orbs, shadowy figures, a piano that would strike of it's own accord, and the ghost of an elderly woman standing at the entrance to the master bedroom

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All up and down the top section of Cornell Avenue in Skyway, as well as South of Cornell/74th and across Renton Avenue, into the Greenbelt of Skyway Park- at night may be another dimension. (This corridor of the strange may extend to Dead Horse Canyon and Lakeridge Park to the North- others may be able to share their experiences) New unreal LED streetlights on Cornell add to, rather than detract from the impression of otherworldliness to be experienced there. First hand, I have observed strange fogs both in and out of season, unusual sounds, unexpected wildlife including Deer, Coyotes, and White Owls, as well as a great many Crows. Bring a friend.