Day 3: Ghost Hunting
posted by August 20 at 12:03 PMon
Christina is a grad student at UC Santa Cruz who enjoys traveling to shuttered mental institutions and sites of massacres. She hopes to one day work for “Ghost Hunters” on the Sci Fi Channel. She was in town to make a short film about ghost hunting in Seattle, needed some help, and asked the Stranger if she could borrow the public intern.
She picked me up at 7:00 pm and we drove down to the International District to visit the site of the Wah Mee Massacre. Fourteen people were robbed, hogtied, and shot to death in the speakeasy in 1983. The club has been padlocked ever since and no one has been allowed inside.
The alley leading to the club was tucked between two Asian restaurants and smelled like rotting garbage. My job was to hold Christine’s digital camera while she explained the history of the site. Then I got to help Christine lower a camera on a string through a crack in the boarded up doors to the club. Christine hoped that if we put her camera on self-timer, it would take a picture of a ghostís face.
Ghost hunting was emotionally exhausting. Christina kept on seeing faces in the window of the Wah Mee club but when I looked in all I could see was a dark room. She made twilight zone noises. Christina pretended she saw something through the door and gasped. I bolted down the alley and didnít stop until I heard her laughing.
Christina was good on camera; she enunciated in a slow, methodical way that reminded me of Lonelygirl15. She knew what she was doing. But I was not very cool, calm or collected. I had trouble looking at the door for too long and I would jump when I heard a chicken squawk or a car alarm start. I stuttered, said fuck a lot and made bad jokes about the graffiti being haunted. Christina chuckled politely. I think she felt belittled.
We didnít see any ghosts on our hunt but Christina told me later in the car that ghosts often follow people after they leave haunted places. Then she laughed and told me she was just joking. Here’s the video we made…