Posted on 09/26/2009 3:23:18 PM PDT by nickcarraway
Tonight, Bert and Jayme Coates will bring their electronic gear to the Central Saloon and go down to its basement to begin hunting for ghosts.
When they pull up in their 1978 Chevy Step Van emblazoned with "Northwest Paranormal Investigation Agency," Bert and Jayme Coates inevitably get friendly greetings from people.
And why not?
A 2008 Harris Poll said 44 percent of Americans believe in ghosts.
That means somebody sitting right near you at the office is a believer, if it's not you.
Friendly greetings are what the Gold Bar couple got Friday afternoon, as they parked in front of Central Saloon (better known by its previous name Central Tavern, before it started serving hard liquor) in Pioneer Square.
Employees at the historic place, established in 1892, say they have experienced supernatural occurrences, and it wasn't by Seahawks fans after a game.
Tonight, the Coateses will bring their electronic gear to the Central and go down to its basement to hunt for ghosts.
On a screen outside the joint, they will project what their camcorders have picked up in the dark using infrared light.
Plenty of ghost stories surround a number of old Pioneer Square buildings.
At the Central, David Lewis does maintenance and is the "barback guy," who restocks all the booze in the mornings. He said he has had his share of ghostly experiences.
The tavern has a stage in the rear, and in the back of the stage is a stained-glass window to the alley.
"In the middle of the day, I watched the stage and saw something go across and block out the sunlight. But there was nobody there," Lewis said.
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Twenty-five years ago the hit movie "Ghostbusters" popularized tracking down apparitions. The movie still resonates.
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I was driving home from a bible study late one night and singing Christmas songs along with the radio.....and I heard a voice in my head say “car into tree”.......I looked around and saw no such thing and only a truck behind me.......by the time I reached my exit a mere mile down the road I was shaking and scared......I stopped at the stop sign and looked west down the highway I had just exited.....my anxiety increased...I got home safe and sound and shook off the incident. About an hour later a car with two young girls hit a tree and one died.......right where I was looking.
A month or so later I was heading out to church and kept getting anxious and shaky when I moved toward the door. I stayed home that night. Another accident happened about a mile as the crow flies on a road very near the last fatal accident. A car hit a tree and embedded the license plate into it...with another fatality.
I used some serous spiritual warfare prayers to rid the area of the spirit of suicide by car. Both cars had just left the highway and went straight for trees. No more fatal accidents involving cars into trees around here since. Praise God.
Hey! Easy now!
Yous all leave dem ‘ol lepreecahnz to me, ya hea?
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Great stories tonight!
So...you get the leprechauns and I get the elves?
Works for me.
If you had that I am pretty sure that you would not have her in the closet!
Sounds like the ghosts kicked your butt.
Spengler: "Well, let's say this twinkie (pauses to pick up twinkie) represents the normal amount of psychokinetc energy in the New York area. According to this morning's sample, it would be a twinkie (draws big breath) thirty-five feet long, weighing approximately six hundred pounds."
(Stantz coughs.)
Zeddemore: "That's a big twinkie."
To me, figuring out wimmin wouldn't seem like such a big shift.
“I do believe in spooks, I do believe in spooks. I do — I do — I do — I do — I do — I....”
Yep. I don’t think they liked me punching them, so they hit me back.
Just because you haven’t seen or experienced them doesn’t mean others haven’t, nor does it mean they aren’t real.
hehe :)
Another fellow chimed in, “Well, I actually touched one - it was pretty creepy.”
With this, interest was beginning to peak. One of the boys read everyone’s mind, “I wonder if anybody has ever had sex with a ghost? You know - made love.”
One of the gang stepped forward, "I have”, he said.
We all stood there staring and transfixed - “What's it like to make love to a ghost?”, I asked.
He look me right in the eye and said, “Ghost? - I thought you said goat!”
Before school starts, I always annoint my room with oil, and the desks as well. Wierdness is hindered, learning takes place, and when parents tell me how much their kid likes my class, God gets the glory. God is good!
In and of itself...true enough. I haven't been abducted & probed by aliens, seen Bigfoot, read people's minds, seen ghosts, been possessed by demons, moved objects with my mind, seen auras, remembered past lives, or forecast the future through visions. There are people who will swear that have done all of these.
I don't believe a single one of them.
Can I prove that these things don't exist? No, in the sense that you can't prove a negative...but extraordinary claims require extraordinary proof, and the paranormal evaporates under strict scrutiny like a puddle on a hot day. At some point, one simply has to conclude that such things are a load of hooey.
The "supernatural" is simply so much bunk.
That’s a very scary ghostly grandma story, lowbridge. The very first ghost I saw (at least that I can remember), was of my grandfather who died a few days before Christmas when I was 8. I was sleeping in my bed when I awoke to see a sort of gold mist in my doorway. There were little, starry lights in the mist, and then I could see his face looking at me from inside the mist. I was very comforted by this, I loved him very much. This the only ghost that didn’t scare me to death.
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