Last is the longest, and this place is still there. This was the wierdest place I've ever explored. It's located in the Seattle area, across the lake. Beware, if you thought my other posts were long...
This story starts in 2002, when some people I knew pointed me to this house. It is completely choked with trees and brush, and can only barely be seen from the street, by day, if you're on foot and look, or at night if you shine headlights straight up the driveway - being white, it reflects light. It seems to have been abandoned for at least 20-30 years before then. Downhill about a hundred yards, you can look up diagonally and see the side of the house at the top, a roof peak and a small window minus glass. They swore there was a ghost in the window, so we went at night... and you could easily see something white swaying in the window. 2nd visit, one guy brought one of those coffee can-sized spotlights that're claimed to be a million candlepower, and THAT made it look like curtains blowing. So out came the binoculars... and at close range, you could see NOTHING, just a dark window, even though others could still see the movement with the naked eye. The gate to the driveway had a chain and padlock (and a faded No Trespassing sign) and we clipped that off with bolt cutters... and I swear, the house itself briefly flashed as though a light had reflected off it! All of us saw and commented on it. The only one of us with any info on paranormal stuff suggested the lock might have been a ward, keeping someone/something inside or out of the property, but I have no idea. The rest of the exploration, actually, was uneventful; the living room's floor was collapsing into the basement, the window upstairs was high over a staircase and had no curtains or anything, and none of us got creepy vibes or saw/felt/heard anything odd, unless you count the many Mason jars full of ancient canned veggies and fruit on the basement shelves. Mmm, forty-year-old peaches... We did not have a camera. The only thing we couldn't get to was the front door; we went in the back, and to the basement door on the side.
Cut to, oh, 2004 or so. Got some new friends who moved from out-of-state, they wanted to go exploring, so I took them there, but during the day. Just as we were about to climb in the still-open gate, a minivan stopped and the driver, a guy in his 30s, rolled down the window. The woman in the passenger seat never spoke. He said, in a somewhat fake curious tone, and spoken slowly, "You're not thinking of... going IN there... ARE you?" Uh, well, we were just looking-- "It IS marked no trespassing" True, true. Do you know how we could contact the owners and get permission, I asked? He gave us this weird smile and said, very slowly, "...THAT... MIGHT be difficult...", rolled up his window and drove away. Needless to say, we left.
Cut to 2008. I told a guy I knew about the house, while discussing our mutual interest in abandoned buildings. He had a bud with him, and we drove by at night for a look. I had him turn around across the street, and shined my flashlight up the driveway so he could see the corner of the house... and his bud in the back seat almost lost his dinner. Said he caught a huge wave of nausea. A week or so later, I drove another friend by, and we didn't need a flashlight, because the moon was reflecting off the white house, giving it a nice eerie glow. I love that effect. Only now, there was a shiny new chain and padlock on the gate. Only after we drove away did I look up and realize there was no moon out. Finally I got the message: there was something wrong here. A guy in a tabletop RPG I was in claimed he and his buddies were a "demon hunting team". Rolling my eyes, I told him I knew of a really, really creepy abandoned house, and told him the backstory. Wanting a look, I took him out there. Here we are, rolling up a winding, wooded road, with no streetlights and no indication that there's a house anywhere. Just as I'm about to point out the driveway on the left, which you won't notice unless you stop, he stomps on the gas! I ask what's going on, and he says, "I don't know, but... BAD! On the left, right back there, bad, bad, bad!" I told him that's where the house was. He told me he'd 'get his team together'.
A week or so later, we met there; I had called two friends who claim to be sensitive, and they were halfway there when I arrived. We stood outside and talked about the house. Half his team had already gone in; finding the driveway impassible due to bushes and having no bolt cutters, they had climbed through the woods at the other end of the property. The girl who told me she was the head of the group exuded "Pompous!" from square one. I had had a dream a week or so before that was completely unlike my other dreams, and contained what I thought might be a guardian of sorts, so I asked her about it, just to see what she'd say. She told me the (very male) creature in the dream was her, coming to me to get my aid in going through this house-- and my bullshit meter exploded.
She and the rest of the team climbed on in, and I waited for my buddies. When they arrived, I called one guy, who came out and led us in; this route went past a greenhouse, which contained some unopened boxes of stuff that I'm told may have been a poor attempt at starting to make meth. Now the house's FRONT door was accessible, but the back door and basement door weren't. The house was in about the same shape as it was in 2002, didn't seem to be taking a LOT of damage and the roof wasn't leaking - it WAS still weathering, it was just not crumbling. And wouldn't ya know, once again, it was singularly un-paranormal, despite all the other creepy shit that happened on and around it from outside! Someone else had brought a camera, and she got my email so she could send me photos. The leader sat on the staircase, and told me that ghosts, spirits and demons are all attracted to her, so if I took a photo of her I'd be sure to get lots of stuff! The girl took three shots of her. Nothing showed up in any of the photos... especially not those!
One more post coming...