This year, Kacie and I decided to revisit that spooky place in the woods on San Juan Island. You know, the mausoleum with the ghost stories and all that. We've been hearing about it for a while now, but honestly, the excitement just wasn't there. I mean, it’s just a mausoleum, right?
We arrived after dark, and, of course, I forgot my flashlight. Great. So, we hesitated at the trailhead, looking into the dark woods, wondering if it was worth it. But then a few people came out from the trail, and I thought, “If they can do it, I guess we can too.” So, we trudge on, slowly making our way through the darkness.
The path was kind of eerie, winding through an old graveyard. The graves looked creepy, surrounded by rod iron fences, and I snapped a few photos because, why not? Eventually, we reached the mausoleum, which is actually quite impressive, especially how it glows at sunset. But at night, it just felt... spooky.
Inside, it was even more unsettling. There’s a big stone table with six chairs, each one holding the remains of the McMillen family. I mean, how often do you sit at a table with the dead? Kind of weird, right? It’s hard to appreciate the history when you’re just standing there trying to figure out whether or not you’re going to run into a ghost. I looked for those flying ghosts everyone talks about, but didn’t see any. Not that I expected to, but still, the idea was there.
After a while, Kacie was busy taking her photos, and I thought I’d record some questions for any ghosts that might be lurking around. It was supposed to be about finding the flying ghosts, but it all felt a bit pointless. We knew we couldn’t stay long, especially since it was past closing time.
On the way back, it was even darker. At one point, I thought I saw something moving in the shadows and screamed a little. Turns out it was just my shadow. So, yeah, that’s how my night went.
In the end, we made it back to the car without any ghostly encounters, and my recordings didn’t pick up anything either. Maybe next time we’ll actually go after midnight with a flashlight. I don’t know.
Just another spooky night in the woods, I guess.
#SanJuanIsland #Mausoleum #GhostStories #AfterglowVista #SpookyWoods
This year, Kacie and I decided to revisit that spooky place in the woods on San Juan Island. You know, the mausoleum with the ghost stories and all that. We've been hearing about it for a while now, but honestly, the excitement just wasn't there. I mean, it’s just a mausoleum, right?
We arrived after dark, and, of course, I forgot my flashlight. Great. So, we hesitated at the trailhead, looking into the dark woods, wondering if it was worth it. But then a few people came out from the trail, and I thought, “If they can do it, I guess we can too.” So, we trudge on, slowly making our way through the darkness.
The path was kind of eerie, winding through an old graveyard. The graves looked creepy, surrounded by rod iron fences, and I snapped a few photos because, why not? Eventually, we reached the mausoleum, which is actually quite impressive, especially how it glows at sunset. But at night, it just felt... spooky.
Inside, it was even more unsettling. There’s a big stone table with six chairs, each one holding the remains of the McMillen family. I mean, how often do you sit at a table with the dead? Kind of weird, right? It’s hard to appreciate the history when you’re just standing there trying to figure out whether or not you’re going to run into a ghost. I looked for those flying ghosts everyone talks about, but didn’t see any. Not that I expected to, but still, the idea was there.
After a while, Kacie was busy taking her photos, and I thought I’d record some questions for any ghosts that might be lurking around. It was supposed to be about finding the flying ghosts, but it all felt a bit pointless. We knew we couldn’t stay long, especially since it was past closing time.
On the way back, it was even darker. At one point, I thought I saw something moving in the shadows and screamed a little. Turns out it was just my shadow. So, yeah, that’s how my night went.
In the end, we made it back to the car without any ghostly encounters, and my recordings didn’t pick up anything either. Maybe next time we’ll actually go after midnight with a flashlight. I don’t know.
Just another spooky night in the woods, I guess.
#SanJuanIsland #Mausoleum #GhostStories #AfterglowVista #SpookyWoods