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With Halloween approaching, I thought it would be fun to hit upon some "ghostly" web sites, and I just wanted to say that I am very impressed with the North Portland ghost stories. I have always been interested in the phenomenon of entity sightings, as my parents own a very old (circa 1905) historic farm house and land in Eugene, Oregon. While I was growing up in the house (we moved into it when I was 13, after it had been vacant for 3-5 years), there were several "strange" occurrences that we could not explain. While my family has been somewhat skeptical over what I have experienced, nevertheless, they have to admit that these things did, in fact, happen. I really started noticing the occurrences when I was 16; they started with missing items: a hair ribbon, lipsticks, barrettes, etc. The most obvious occurred one day when I couldn't find my favorite lipstick (I had just used it) I looked everywhere in that house and couldn't find it. About a week later I went out to the garage to borrow my mom's car, which was a rare treat because it was her brand-new Mustang convertible that no one but her drove. There, in the middle of the driver's seat sat my lipstick. And my mom had just used the car an hour before-obviously she wasn't sitting on it the whole time. My closet doors would pop open in the middle of the night, and spare change that I kept on a shelf in my room would fall to the dresser below and wake me up. Often I would wake and say out loud that it was late, and it would stop. My parents would hear footsteps going up and down the stairs as late as midnight and as early as 5 o'clock am-then would quiz my brother and I the next morning about where we had been, sure that we were sneaking out at night (we weren't). The microwave would start periodically at around midnight, until one night it finally blew itself up and had to be replaced. We woke up the next morning and the inside was completely melted. One day I was upstairs taking a nap while my mom went to the grocery store and my brother was upstairs playing video games. When my mom came in from the store, I heard her scream, then my brother ran down to see what was going on. When I got up, my mom said that when she came in the wooden cover that went over the burners on our Jen-Aire was on fire; the burner had mysteriously been turned up to high while she was gone and started the cover on fire. It remains burned on the inside to this day. I began going out with a guy once I was in college whose mother's best friend was a psychic and medium of sorts. She had been asked to go through the house by the previous owners, and said that there were indeed two entities that inhabited it, a older man who wore heavy boots, and an young girl named Annabelle. She was the one who liked to play with my hair ribbons and lipstick. She felt that they were good spirits, sent to teach us something, and that if I so desired, all I had to do was talk to them, and not be surprised if they answered back. I will say that I have never felt afraid at any time in that house, even when I was there late at night by myself. To this day, when something unexplained happens there, I tease my parents that it is just the "ghost" having fun. Incidentally, the original builder of the house, Cal Young, and his family are buried in the cemetery at the top of the hill behind the house. I don't know if this has any relevance to the occurrences or not. Feel free to pass this story along! --Michelle


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