This is the most haunted house in Portland.
I was being a little silly today, coming home from work, but this illustrates a good point about living here that locals tend to take for granted. Everywhere you turn, there’s a gorgeous mountain, river, or forest. I remember years ago, my sister brought her soon to be husband up for a visit. They’d been living in Southern California and on weekends, he would say, “hey let’s go hiking up into the mountains.” And she would continuously say, “Those are NOT mountains.” Well, they landed at PDX, and set off down the 205 for the Washington side, and as they were crossing the bridge over the Columbia, my sister pointed out Mt. Hood, which was having a particularly glorious day, and said, “That is a mountain!”
He was careful never to make that mistake again.
The Fort Vancouver bandstand. I “over-processed” this a little using BeFunky to make it spooky. One time, the night before Annie had to fly back to Colorado, she said, “I feel sad I never got to go to the river, and some if the other places around here before I have to go back.” And I said, “Let’s try to go to them all tonight.”
So we did. And so somewhere around 3am, we and a couple of coconspirators found ourselves sitting on the bandstand at Fort Vancouver, playing Cards Against Humanity, and we started hearing really, really weird noises. Sure, all old places are supposed to be haunted, but after that scream, I believe that this one is.
I admit, with St. Patrick’s Day coming up, I play with Annie’s phobia…
…of Garden Gnomes.
According to this post on Health Central, the fear of Garden Gnomes is called gnomophobia. I don’t know: I’d love to find something collaborating this, but the article is worth a read, just for the story of how an elderly lady uses gnomophobia to protect herself from a burglar.