Reports and Submissions
I lived in Portland for 10 years and was happy to read about hauntings of places I was familiar with. One time my wife and I went to Fort Clatsop and when I went into the ammunition dump with a flashlight my wife went nuts. She insisted I get the hell out of there. I had my two kids with me and she literally ran from the place I was shining my light. I later went to the public library and ran across a story about Fort Clatsop. Aparrently there is the ghost of a night watchman who is seen now and then carrying a lantern while making his rounds as night watchman. I understand the fort prison was a very cruel place and the night watchman must still feel the need to make sure "all is well".