Friday the 13th, By the Light of the Full Moon

September 13th, 2019 a ghost investigation took place at Lafayette Pioneer Cemetery in Lafayette Oregon on a full moon. Some amateur, some new to the scene, some old timers and some townies all participated in what would turn out to be a night that did not disappoint. The newly formed Sinister Hunts paranormal investigation crew collaborated with S.I.U and Haunted Yeehew to explore the highly anticipated Lafayette Cemetery. These three paranormal investigation groups make up Pacific Northwest Paranormal Collaborative. Lafayette Cemetery is said to be the home of a witch according to urban legend. But we found that it was also the home to forgotten times and people. The cemetery lays unclaimed by the town and because of that, headstones have been completely moved or demolished, and many graves there, now lay unmarked.

The original story of Lafayette Cemetery alludes to the happenings following a violent murder of a local shop keeper that rocked the town of Lafayette. The alleged killer of the shop keeper, Richard Marple was convicted and hung for his crime in the town square. Anna Marple, Richard Marple’s mother, was overheard at the hanging cursing the town and vowing to burn it to the ground. Another account of events states that Anna Marple was later hung after being convicted of practicing witch craft. At her hanging, she cursed the town claiming that it would burn down three times. To date, the town has burned two times leaving it’s residence wondering if there will be a third. While researching we came across a third account of events. This account stated that the true identity of the alleged witch hung and buried in Lafayette Cemetery during the late 1800’s witch hunts, remains unknown. In this version, it is said that the unnamed witch haunts the cemetery and has been seen walking the grounds, laughing or according to some becoming physical.

With the history of Lafayette Cemetery shrouded in conflicting stories, we will share our experience of that night...

All parties mentioned above met around nine thirty pm outside the cemetery. The cemetery is located on the outskirts of town, on a hill with a clear view of Lafayette below. During the walk through, almost all of us commented on this fact as it was an eerie setting for a cemetery, and for this cemetery in specific. At first, we split up to get a feel for the cemetery and explore different areas within it. It was clear from the get go, that the cemetery had been abandoned and many of the graves and headstones were worn and desecrated. The Sinister Hunts group, Dwayne, Kelly and Michelle, originally walked the grounds with two EMF readers with no hits. Heather and Wendy from haunted Yeehaws used their Ovilus apps on their phones to explore that avenue of communication. Heather, Wendy and Michelle had success in communication through these devices. After the initial exploration of the grounds, we all met up inside a fenced off area in the center of the cemetery. S.I.U’s, Adam and Pam, recorded and uploaded footage during this rem pod session. The equipment was extremely active and can be seen in the footage found in the link. The rem pod appeared to be giving us consistent feedback when questions were asked leading us to believe this was not residual. During the end of this session, we were joined by a group of three drunk towns people. Shortly thereafter, three girls entered the cemetery and walked over with their Ouija board that they had been using in the car. It was during this time that one of our members of Sinister Hunts left the group to walk into a densely covered and secluded area. The group called to him after Wendy’s Ovilus read the word “alone” and we realized we were missing a person. Our missing group member, Dwayne, returned and said he didn’t know why but felt like he was drawn to the area. The remaining members of Sinister Hunts returned with Dwayne to investigate.. Michelle’s Ovilus read the word “enemy”. The feel of this area of the cemetery is worth mentioning as it was easily five or so degrees colder there. A feeling of a presence was felt by more than one of us, as it is a distinctive feeling that most people who encounter ghost like presences recall. Feeling uncomfortable, the three investigators returned to the group. After again splitting off (mainly because of the presence of the uninvited “living” guests), the group came back together to end out the night. Everyone, including the drunk towns people and Ouiji board girls eventually found their way back to the area Dwayne had been drawn to earlier. S.I.U. wanted to finish the investigation with a spirit box session. Although there was a lot of chatter, the only clear thing we can recount live was “Adam”, which Adam from S.I.U. was holding the spirit box. At this time Michelle’s Ovilus said “Don’t Don’t Don’t” then followed by “Scared”. After, one of the intoxicated joiners slammed a beer. The spirits seemed to be as annoyed with them as we were. The Ovilus said only one other word…Drunk! The rest of the session was relatively uneventful. With no more excitement the additional on lookers left and the group of us exited the cemetery. A smudge and a cleansing prayer ended the evening.

Link to Rem Pod Session

A Tale About Birch Manor

Things were not all the way peachy when my then girl friend and I moved into our new house outside the city. The excitement of moving in, and a new beginning was met by eerie interactions with the spiritual world. I would find out later, something rather sinister in nature attached itself to me. Things started out harmless enough, a music chime from my grandma went off all of a sudden in the middle of the night. We had put that out on display months ago, and I couldn’t tell you when the last time I had wound it up to play music. At the time I really didn’t think much of it, or of paranormal matters really in general. But what happened next, definitely changed a lot of things, including my awareness of the less visible spectrum.
An old friend of my now wife’s, had arrived to spend pride weekend with us. “H” we will call her, was rooted spiritually in native american traditions and spent many years living on reservations. She walked into our house, and immediately declared that the energy was not right inside. We spent the afternoon collecting ingredients for her to do a cleansing of the house. Later that day she not only smudged our entire house, but she smudged me and my wife as well. Things in the house felt good, and my wife and I went on with our lives.
Fast forward a month or so, my wife was home alone talking with me on the phone, and there was a knock on the door. She went to look outside through the peep hole, which was covered. She told me about it, and I immediately told her not to answer the door. Again there was a knock. She went to check again but this time out of the front window, but no one there. Maybe it was a prank, maybe it was an ex, maybe it was something else.
Later on one morning my wife and young son got up and headed to the kitchen. As they walked in they were taken back by what they saw. Every cupboard and drawer in the kitchen and dining area was open. Nothing disturbed just open. They went around and closed them all. Later that day we had been out running errands. When we arrived home we found the front door open and inside the kitchen cupboards in the same state. We searched the house and found no evidence that we had been broke into.
Our dog spent several moments at the foot of our bed barking at what appeared to be nothing. Most often, she would wake up and bark towards the open bedroom door that connected to the rest of the house. There were a few times she backed up, barking afraid facing the french doors that went into the back yard. She would shake with fear, but stay in the room if we were there.
Two nights in particular stand out in my memory. My wife and I woke up to the sheets and blankets being pulled off of us like the linens were being changed right out from under us. The other night, was just my experience. I woke up in the middle of the night to a shadowy silhouette in the bedroom doorway. We often slept with that door open as we had our young son in the room next door. I recall this whole experience feeling very real and very dream like all at the same time. The shadow figure looked like he had a gas mask on, an image I would see brought to life years later in a haunted museum of all things. The figure came to my side of the bed and then over the top of me without really the appearance of moving at all. It felt like something was being sucked from my face and I couldn’t move or speak.
Later my wife would find scratches on my back in the shower. She heard me yelp, immediately turned me around and told me I had three fresh red scratches going down my back in a way that it actually would have been physically impossible for me to have done.
The next part of this saga was experienced very differently by myself and the other parties involved. I remember being upset about something in the bedroom before going to dinner with a family friend and my mother-in-law. I was so mad I didn’t want to go to dinner, and told them all to go without me. The problem was, I had no reason to feel that angry about anything. In fact, earlier I had been feeling pretty happy, and once I left I felt pretty happy once again. According to my wife, my eyes were a deep dark color, and the things I would most likely say were different. She told our friend and my mother-in-law and I guess they all agreed that I needed to leave. They all came in and helped me off the bed, and out of the house. They said I was grumbling on the way to dinner, but once we all got there I was fine.
Things were tense at the house on Birch until we moved. We moved back into the city, and four years later, my wife was approached by a medium and told that it was really good that we had moved. He said a very angry man’s spirit had attached itself to me, and that if we hadn’t have moved it would have influenced our young son. A pretty bizarre conversation, considering neither of us had ever met the man, and he lived in British Columbia. A year prior I saw a stunning replica of what I thought I had seen at the house on Birch at a haunted museum. These two experiences, made me re-visit what had happened on Birch again.

The Klondike Hotel

Ghost hunting enthusiasts and novices alike have ventured to the Klondike Hotel in St. Helen’s Oregon hoping for a glimpse of some of this historic hotel’s nightly visitors. The owners of Sinister Coffee and Creamery were lucky enough to be a part of a walk through of the hotel in October of 2017. While visiting and learning the history of the hotel, Michelle Kaliher was snapping photos in the now vacant upstairs rooms. One of the most infamous stories of ghosts haunting the Klondike, is a female spirit who is said to have had a miscarriage and still wonders the halls looking for her baby. Here are the images caught during this investigation.

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