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31 Days of Spook – Martha Washington Boarding School

Hello friends.  Are you spooked yet?  Well today I continue with my guest submission by Angie Deptula.  Wasn’t her submission earlier today just chilling?  Well, your in for a extra treat with her final submission.  Happy reading my spooks.

There once was a boarding school for delinquent girls, named Martha Washington Institute or Martha Washington School for Girls. It was located at Brighton Beach on Lake Washington in Seattle. It functioned from 1900-1971, and at one point became known as “Martha Washington School for the Insane Girls.” Prior to this, Judge Smith had owned the house. Smith built the home with a nursery and a boathouse, with a hollow stairway to a madrone tree on the property, a location that plays a role in today’s hauntings. Rumors of violence, murder and suicide are associated with the school while it was opened.  It is thought that a janitor of the school had raped and killed a girl by hanging her on the tree. Whether this hanging was done on the madrone tree or not, I’m not aware of that.

In 1971, after the school closed, a satanic group utilized the building for rituals and sacrificed animals on the property. Because this is within a residential location, the general community became uneasy with the building so the city council decided to have the building demolished and turned into a park. Today, without knowing the history of the location, one would think nothing of it.

The park is a popular spot for people to walk their dogs at, or relax and picnic on a nice sunny day. However when nighttime comes, the empty park has an ominous atmosphere. Paranormal activities occur frequently. The old madrone tree is still present and is thought to have ghostly energies attached to it. And the area where the stairway Judge Smith once built is still there and is thought to be a portal. Visitors often feel a presence or become uneasy in that area like they’re being watched. Disembodied footsteps and screaming have also been reported in the park. Teenagers who visit in odd numbers have had a spirit follow them home. A mom who was once visiting the park one evening took a picture of her son and noticed behind him an apparition of a girl looking right at her. Sightings of a girl have been reported multiple times by different sources as well.

One in particular is from a good friend of mine, Pam. One day Pam and her two friends visited the park early in the morning. The girls walked around the empty park. Pam was walking with one of her friend, while the other was off somewhere else. Pam caught movement from her peripheral and turned, noticing a female apparition of a girl in a white nightgown walking, coming up side-by- side to her and her friend. She choked up, froze, the blood rushed out of her face as she realized this girl was translucent. Pam’s friend quickly realized why: Her friend acknowledged the ghostly girl too. They ran and called for their other friend, hurrying to the car. Inside the car, the new car would not start. The girls panicked, feeling ice cold, squealing and squirming in their seats. After a few minutes, the car finally started and they sped away. Pam and the girls have never returned since.

I have been to the park too, with friends, but have never experienced anything like that. I never explored the park long enough, probably because I was too chicken from all the spooky stories I’ve heard of. However, I did feel uneasy, overcome with chills as I felt like invisible eyes were on me the whole time. It’s indescribable, but the place really does feel ominous at night. I wonder if this girl in the white dress or nightgown is the same girl who was killed or murdered at the school, and if she’s the same apparition seen over and over by others? I can imagine there being other spirits on site as well if the place was once used as a satanic gathering. The mysteries of this place are left unknown, but the uneasiness it provokes onto visitors still remains.

 

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31 Days of Spook – Special Guest


 Squeals with piggy delight.  My friends I have scored the ultimate story for your today to officially start my 31 Days of Spook.   Mommy has helped me to get in touch with Mr. Dave Schrader.  If you know anything about the paranormal field, you will recognize the name.  Dave Schrader does a talk show where he is the host and producer of Darkness Radio.  If you haven’t heard of his show, you *must* check it out for chills and thrills.  Dave Schrader has also been seen on television with Zak Bagans on Ghost Adventures, co-hosted the show Paranormal Challenge with Zak Bagans and has made contributions to Ghost Hunters TAPS ParaMagazine.  Dave Schrader currently lives in Minneapolis, Minnesota.

We are VERY excited to present a story from Dave Schrader today.  Now, settle back and enjoy my friends!


It was August of 2005 and our radio show was entering its 8th month on the air when I received an invitation to be a part of a psychic and shamanic exploration at Thayer’s Bed and Breakfast in Annandale, MN.  Since I have no psychic bones in my body, I thought I would check it out and see if I could learn something new and tap into some psy experience for myself. I would be surrounded in a peaceful environment with mediums, psychics and shamans at a well known haunted location.  This might be my best chance yet to witness some interesting phenomena.

I say quietly watching people mill about, discussing what they were picking up on, what spirits they sensed and generally soaking in the atmosphere. During my observation, the resident cat – a large fluffy white beastie – decided I was its new friend and would not leave my side, lap or feet. It stuck to me like I was made of tuna. I stroked the cat like an evil Bond villain as I sat and watched a fascinating scene unfold before me of shared experiences, giddy claims of ghostly presence and some chilling moments as part of the group relayed a story about the creepy man on the top floor that leapt to the wall and skittered up and across the ceiling like a Victorian Spider-Man.

Next came an extraordinary experiment. We were all going to tap into ourselves, meet our spirit guides and do a Shamanic journey. We laid upon the ground, spread eagle and not touching ourselves or others nearby while Hanakia Zedek gently beat a drum to some soothing music and in his deep voice guided us to a meditative trance. By this time, the room lights had been dimmed and the room had been cleared of all cats, kids and other distractions.  We were to just BE in the moment and experience the darkness, the music and open ourselves to contact with our totem, spirit guides or loved ones.

As I lay trying to quiet my mind and the senseless chatter that usually clutters it, I found myself getting more restless, unable to attain the nirvana our leader wanted us to achieve.  That was when my furry friend found his way back to my side.  He would nuzzle my hip and flop on my hand seeking affection and attention. I would pet him for a few seconds than push him away so I could try to slip into a deep meditation, but my kitty companion wasn’t having it. He kept purring, nuzzling and pushing against me.

After 20 minutes or so all with my eyes closed, I finally relented and began giving him the love he craved. My hands scratching the deep fur bringing about even more purrs and nuzzles. I began to wonder how much longer this foray into futility would continue with our Shamanic leader. Obviously I was not going to become more enlightened or have a profound moment.  I opened my eyes and glanced down to see which cat was so desperately in need of my attention. My eyes widened, my hand stopped mid scratch and I froze. I could feel the cat purring, pushing against my leg and hand simultaneously but to my utter amazement, there was no cat there.

 I paused assuming my eyes were playing tricks on me and that they had just not adjusted properly to the low light setting.  I closed them tightly, drew in a deep breath and began digging deep into the fur of phantom friend once more. I opened my eyes a second time and there was my hand, hovering mid-air, stroking….emptiness. There was no cat to bee seen, but I could feel and hear it. Within moments, the drumming stopped and the lights began to lift as they adjusted the dimmer switch, our journey to the ether-world was at an end yet here I was stroking an imaginary cat.

The crowd milled about in a semi comatose state. My brain raced trying to make sense of what had just happened to me. I was afraid to speak up for fear of looking like a fool despite the wild claims I had heard from other experiencers all night long. Then I heard the group begin to discuss their personal reflections of the drumming and meditation when one of the people spoke up and said, “How about the ghost cat?” Many in the group admitted to seeing a ghostly cat all night long checking us out and stalking the room. Still I stood silent.

“He was sure curious about what we were doing. I heard the owner say her favorite cat passed away a few weeks back, its nice to know he still calls this home.:”  I was astounded, did I just spend 30 minutes petting a specter? I don’t even like cats I thought to myself, why did he mess with me?

The crowd dispersed and a few days later I got an email from a girl that also attended the event. She had laid to my immediate right and she informed me she knew I had an experience and she had been petting that same cat all night. We had been ping ponging the cat between us for the evening when we would try to focus on the guided meditation and brush it off, it would move to the other one of us.
That was one of the first truly amazing experiences I ever had that was more than a fleeting moment that could easily be explained away and I will cherish that forever.

– Dave Schrader


Friends – we hope you enjoyed our special guest today.  We would also like to throw a great huge THANK YOU to Dave Schrader for taking time to share his story.  You rock!!

 

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Here’s Your Chance My Friends

It’s that time of the year my friends.  The time that I start working on my 31 Days of Spook for October .  Every day in October , I will highlight everything spooky, things that go bump in the night, the “boo’s” that yell at you and I will ask you intriguing questions that keep you on the edge of your seat.   I hope that you enjoy it as much this year as you have in the past.  It takes a lot of time to work on so that’s why I need to start now.

I’m taking submissions for stories (true or not) that you have experienced.  Perhaps there is something spooky about an area in your town.  A supposed haunted house or spooky cemetery.  A legend that is known in your area.

I f you would like to be highlighted during my 31 Days of Spook, send me an email at Bacon.Thompson@gmail.com

I will need your name, blog address (if applicable) and story.  I will email you back a date/time that you will be highlighted on my blog in October .  Stories can be marked anonymous – but I will need your name for my records okay.  Can’t wait to see everything in October – BOO!

 

 

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Moral of the Story

A pastor entered his donkey in a race and it won. He was so pleased with his donkey that he entered it a 2nd time and it won again. The local paper read: “PASTOR’S ASS OUT FRONT.” The Bishop was so upset with this kind of publicity that he ordered the Pastor not to enter the donkey in another race.

The next day, the local paper headline read: “BISHOP SCRATCHES PASTORS ASS.” This was too much for the Bishop, so he ordered the pastor to get rid of the donkey.

The pastor decided to give it to a nun in a nearby convent. The local paper, upon hearing of the news, posted the following headline the next day: “NUN HAS BEST ASS IN TOWN.” The Bishop fainted. He informed the nun that she would have to get rid of the donkey, so she sold it to a farmer for $10.

The next day the paper read: “NUN SELLS ASS FOR $10.” This was too much for the bishop so he ordered the nun to buy back her donkey and lead it to the plains where it could run wild. The next day the headlines read:”NUN ANNOUNCES HER ASS IS WILD AND FREE.”

The bishop was buried the next day.

The moral of the story is – being concerned about public opinion can bring you grief and misery and even shorten your life. So be yourself and enjoy life..  You’ll be a lot happier and live longer.

 
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Posted by on 08/01/2016 in Bacon

 

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Dear Bacon

Dear Bacon – I’m trying to meet the poodle down the street  She won’t give me the time of the day.  She’s so cute and has the longest legs and fluffiest fur.  I’ve tried everything to impress her – gave her my dog bones, chased off cats from her home – nothing has worked though.  She still looks at me like a friend.  So, I’m bringing out the big guns.   I’m going to show up at her house tomorrow to play doctor.  What do you think?  Game plan on?  Signed Dr. Barry White

Dear Dr. Barry White – You know my friend the first thing I want to say is ABORT ABORT THE MISSION.  This sounds like a totally bad idea.  Really dude. Instead of playing a doctor, why don’t you show up with some snacks to share, play a little Barry White and then ask her for a date around the hood – just you and her.  Than later – much later – in your relationship you can bring out the doctor game.  I’m just sayin’


Dear Bacon – There I was doing what I do best, sleeping on the couch and you know purring while knocking the dog down every time he jumped up.  I mean this sofa is mine not his, right?  I admit that this was probably my first mistake.  I should have let the dog have the couch – then he would have seen the shock – or I should say Iost his puppy mind.  Because my friend what has been seen can not be unseen now.  So this is what happened.  First my grandmother walked through the room completely naked from the shower.  Okay it was ugly but I took it. But then it turned ugly – real ugly.  My grandpa then came out of the bathroom butt naked.  Oh dear Lord – the steam coming down the hall was awful.  It came into the front room and over the couch and like stayed there like an ugly cloud outside in the sky that was fixing to bust out with water.  I didn’t know what to do.  Have your humans ever made this kind of steam cloud?  Signed Head in the Mist

Dear Head in the Mist – What a minute dude.  Are you telling me that both of them were in the bathroom together at the same time naked?  Did you hear soap falling?  Cause my dad sometimes drops his soap and tells mom to come find it.  I don’t get that either but it sounds like those weird humans.  And talking about clouds – I have seen them here at the Hotel Thompson.  They usually are green and come out of the bathroom when daddy comes out.  He calls them food ghosts.  I call them deadly.


Dear Bacon – I read your issues faithfully every week – never miss them at all.  Something confuses me.  You call us anipals.  I’m not an animal.  I’m human.  Mom brings me everywhere with her, dresses me, puts me to bed just like her regular babies.  I guess something like your mom does for you.

So you see, I don’t understand when you say anipals.  We are definitely not animals.  Signed Opi

Dear Opi – First let me say that you are beautiful in your little outfit and I think that’s awesome that your mom takes you everywhere.  You see, I call us anipals because I know it’s hard to believe but we are in the animal family.  The biggest different is that we have four legs and most humans have two.

So you see we are animals BUT I call us anipals because we are all pals.  Does that make sense to  you now?  It’s not a bad thing to be called an anipal.  It’s a blessing because you know we have the best of life.  Our humans really know how to baby us beyond what we could ever think.


Dear Bacon – I tried to get on your page yesterday for Read Me a Story because that’s what I do – read stories.  You see, at night I sneak into the kids room here where I live.  I then get into my rocking share and read stories to the kids.  They absolutely love it.  But I tell them, it has to be our secret because of their parents found out they would go insane.  Cause you know all of our lives would change because then their parents would want me to read them a story at night.  And there’s just not that much of me to go around. Signed Yakety Yak

Dear Yakety Yak – First off, I’m so impressed of your talents.  To read a story like that and the kids not scream.  You are so cool.  Heck, I would love for you to read me a story – anytime.  Heck, skype me okay.  It will be our secret.

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Friends – Don’t forget to email me your letters and pictures to my email address.  Dear Bacon can’t happen without you! 

 

 
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Posted by on 06/14/2016 in Bacon, Dear Bacon

 

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Read Me A Story

Greetings blogville friends!!  Me and Auntie Sharon from Gentlestitches are co-hosting a Read Me A Story day today – Monday, June 13, 2016.

Mom went through our books and came up with one of our favorite stories – Little Shark.  We hope that you enjoy it as much as we do… we always like to attack the shark for some reason.  You’ll figure out why – snorts with piggy laughter.

 
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Posted by on 06/13/2016 in Bacon

 

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Read Me A Story – REMINDER

Don’t forget this is for tomorrow my friends ♥

Greetings blogville friends!!  Me and Auntie Sharon from Gentlestitches are co-hosting a Read Me A Story day scheduled for Monday, June 13, 2016.

We are asking for all of our friends to participate on this date by video taping themselves reading a story to peeps/anipals here on the blogs.  Doesn’t that sound like so much fun?  It can be a short story, the first chapter, something everyone knows or something new.  And the video doesn’t have to be long, 3-5 minutes would be awesome.  You know long enough for all of us anipals here in blogville to get involved in your reading.  And don’t worry about video taping – it can be of the book, it can be of you reading it or it can be of your anipals while you are reading.  Be creative and have fun with Read Me A Story my friends.

Please share this posting and badge with your friends on your blog.

We hope to see you reading a story next month 🙂

 
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Posted by on 06/12/2016 in Bacon

 

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Read Me A Story – Final Reminder!

Greetings blogville friends!!  Me and Auntie Sharon from Gentlestitches are co-hosting a Read Me A Story day scheduled for Monday, June 13, 2016.

We are asking for all of our friends to participate on this date by video taping themselves reading a story to peeps/anipals here on the blogs.  Doesn’t that sound like so much fun?  It can be a short story, the first chapter, something everyone knows or something new.  And the video doesn’t have to be long, 3-5 minutes would be awesome.  You know long enough for all of us anipals here in blogville to get involved in your reading.  And don’t worry about video taping – it can be of the book, it can be of you reading it or it can be of your anipals while you are reading.  Be creative and have fun with Read Me A Story my friends.

Please share this posting and badge with your friends on your blog.

We hope to see you reading a story next month 🙂

 
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Posted by on 06/12/2016 in Bacon

 

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Read Me A Story – REMINDER

Greetings blogville friends!!  Me and Auntie Sharon from Gentlestitches are co-hosting a Read Me A Story day scheduled for Monday, June 13, 2016.

We are asking for all of our friends to participate on this date by video taping themselves reading a story to peeps/anipals here on the blogs.  Doesn’t that sound like so much fun?  It can be a short story, the first chapter, something everyone knows or something new.  And the video doesn’t have to be long, 3-5 minutes would be awesome.  You know long enough for all of us anipals here in blogville to get involved in your reading.  And don’t worry about video taping – it can be of the book, it can be of you reading it or it can be of your anipals while you are reading.  Be creative and have fun with Read Me A Story my friends.

Please share this posting and badge with your friends on your blog.

We hope to see you reading a story next month 🙂

 
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Posted by on 05/24/2016 in Bacon

 

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Read Me A Story – Mark Your Calendars

Greetings blogville friends!!  Me and Auntie Sharon from Gentlestitches are co-hosting a Read Me A Story day scheduled for Monday, June 13, 2016.

We are asking for all of our friends to participate on this date by video taping themselves reading a story to peeps/anipals here on the blogs.  Doesn’t that sound like so much fun?  It can be a short story, the first chapter, something everyone knows or something new.  And the video doesn’t have to be long, 3-5 minutes would be awesome.  You know long enough for all of us anipals here in blogville to get involved in your reading.  And don’t worry about video taping – it can be of the book, it can be of you reading it or it can be of your anipals while you are reading.  Be creative and have fun with Read Me A Story my friends.

Please share this posting and badge with your friends on your blog.

We hope to see you reading a story next month 🙂

UPDATE:  If you don’t have the capabilities of video taping your story, don’t fret.  You can write it out – draw pictures – use post it notes – be creative and don’t miss out on this great day.  The most important thing is to have fun with it. 

 
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Posted by on 05/21/2016 in Bacon

 

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