Willamette Valley Ghost Stories

     The ability to see, and understand, the reality of horror, and the other side and when it is close, the very air is palatable with madness chaos, tormenting, suffering, evil, and love torn this is where there break across. These places are far from what we who live above ground never see, a vision in a lifestyle we can't imagine we can just hear and get peaks. I find it ironic, but a point of understanding; for most people who have a encounter will completely forget it until a trigger is pulled in the mind, a place where the impossible becomes possible.

  It was called the 'Crack Shack" it is way out on a Prairie road. I would come there when I couldn't find a place. This place was a hole of a rundown house with huge blue tarps for covering large parts. It had a main room with a big wood stove set in the center. This stove would be burning hot at night stoked hard by  the house mom, a "Witch' as the word is used, and her touch in the dark was real. I lay in the most bizarre environment that not seen by the normal public. A house with no food, the want is drugs, meth cooked there, this place was old and the history of madness of bad reactions and unreal, murders, bodies in shallow graves, people in a torn reality killed, died, ended their existence at the end of a needle or a violent action, the twists of the human mind is beyond violent in a place stuck in raw ethereal prescribed psychosis. I lay on the floor the heat level was intense above 4 feet over 120 degrees the stove so full of fuel the room smoke, people laying everywhere coming some coming down, most already out. The rotting wood floor dank was cold in retrospect to a few feet above and the sleeping bag was a needed item.  It was during this time I first began to see the unusual and here the mad. I listened as to loves twisted and turned making bizarre sound in the dark. Tweak houses in the dark, dark places of drugs and death lurk, real criminals, murders who kill for a bag of Meth. Tried to get me with a hammer once until I show no fear, and told him to drop it before I dropped him; for this was no idle threat this was the jungle, dark jungle kill or be killed. I could hear them twisting and turning before sunrise and a voice saying raw words you may see on a sex chat cam, drifting whispers until the sun came up and cast gray shadow into the house with no power. I looked and only a few people were there not up yet, all the ones I had seen. That time in the morning when light is still straining. I walked to the corner and stood wondering looking down where the voices had come from  there was nothing there but a piece of the rotting floor in the corner next to a dirty window so bad the earth could be seen and the water that dripped through the tarps had picked this spot to bring in large amounts of water it was everywhere the drips in the night. I went to turn away again as if saying we see you the lovers let one gasp of pleasure mixed with horror, and the voice hissing.  The was no one there. I would return one night with a sister who was hard core. We pulled up on the bike. "Thor what is this place?" she said right off. I never knew her to be a afraid of anything, she was my partner, but the look in her eyes as we approached the house was one of worry. I walked right in and sat down. Natasha sat on the arm rest. The guy across from was coming off a hard tweak with some twisted meth the way his body fought sleep and then as I watched the spirit would wake him by pinching his or poking his face. Natasha looked on not understanding, but her alarms were going off big time. "Thor!" "What is that?"

I turned to her and said you can't see it? It is a poltergeist and it is messing with him this place is full of ghosts.
"Get me out of here now!" "Jesus Christ Thor, the places you take me!" I shrugged things that go bump don't bother me except one time.

I was the only one to show. at my fiends house after the Police had left. I got the call that Harp died and made my way to the house. I found them sitting in the room terrified. I walked in and hugged my brother.

"It stopped she said." A native elder looked at me. "As soon as he walked in the house it stopped. "

I looked at them both. "The door handles" Rob said his voice trailing.

"The door handles kept turning, and there was knocking on the window and doors as if someone was locked out." She filled in the blank. "It all stopped as soon as THOR got here."

I would return to this house and it was falling, danger, the game and something more was there. Harp was still there. I couldn't understand why they didn't see the chimes move with no wind or doors closing on their own, an presence was around them and the house.

I stayed with them for a few, but the evil that had attached its self to Harp did not like that. I have gifts and dark things stay away. I am THOR. It was the middle of the night and I had been there a week or so, things were getting very twisted and the game was everywhere, the lies, and I was still there. The entire shelf was ripped out of the wall at 2:31 and came crashing to the floor. I screamed for the house was dead still and quiet and I was woken from a dead sleep. My legs went stiff, and I shot out of bed, while several voices in the house called out  "Thor you Okay?"

"Yeah" I replied. Man I thought that is the first time ghost has scared me like that. "Harp Knock it off!" I said.

The next morning Rob who would not enter the room said I had to help his lady put the shelf back up. He blocked out the reality. I looked at the mess, all the very old native dolls some 13 or more lay on the floor, passed from the elder, from her Mom, down to the little girl and not a single one had a chip even though it was a 8 foot fall and they were all old clay. I looked at the shelf, and all four of the mounting screws in strong wall and mounted to stay had been ripped forcibly down. it would take a full grown man to do that and required a huge heave. We replace the shelve and put the dolls up one by one as we looked on in reverence and quiet.  We both knew who did it and why.

 

Both these stories are real the places real.

One is on Prairie Road but maybe torn down just near 99. I wonder when they will find the bodies.

The other place is in the center of Springfield on I street. I can't say more. I do know the whole name of the ghost who lives there now, so does a family so I don't give the name. I do not speak his name here for he, "As a person I spoke to on the East Coast a researcher of Ghost and Occult said. "He had "Never" heard of a Ghost having that much power to reach into this plane."

 His job, he get paid for dealing with supernatural events and such. That is why I won't tell you the Ghosts name. He is dangerous.

THOR