"I was standing at the corner waiting to cross, when something caught my eye. At first it looked like a little wisp of smoke or steam but like it was catching some hidden light source. Then it grew and got dense. It was a horse, I thought, but as it became more distinct, it became clear that it was something even stranger. It was a unicorn and it appeared to be as corporeal as you or me. I turned to look at the person who had been standing next to me only to find that he was beating it South on Palouse as fast as his legs would go. Personally, I didn't find the unicorn frightening. It did trotted out into the intersection and snorted, pawing the ground with its front hoof before taking off in the same direction the dude had just retreated."
Walla Walla Paranormal
Wednesday, January 23, 2019
Glowing Unicorn Sighted Near Whitman Statue
The night of the total lunar eclipse, Jan. 20, 2019 saw a strange happening in downtown Walla Walla, Washington, according to several shocked onlookers. As the moon darkened to its ruddiest, a luminous figure appeared near the statue of Marcus Whitman which stands at the intersection of Boyer, Main and Palouse streets. It was a glowing unicorn. One witness was willing to talk about the experience with the condition that anonymity be maintained because this person does not wish to entertain questions about the realness of the experience.
Friday, December 1, 2017
Ghost of Headless Couple Spotted
Dear Walla Walla Paranormal,
It's been six months and I've contemplated long and hard whether I should ever be able to share the story of what happened to me in December of 2016 at Ankeny Field in Walla Walla. It was a moonless night and I'd been in the library until just before midnight. I was about half way across Ankeny Field on my way back to my dorm when all of the lights around the field dimmed twice before going out.
It's been six months and I've contemplated long and hard whether I should ever be able to share the story of what happened to me in December of 2016 at Ankeny Field in Walla Walla. It was a moonless night and I'd been in the library until just before midnight. I was about half way across Ankeny Field on my way back to my dorm when all of the lights around the field dimmed twice before going out.
Thursday, April 16, 2015
Bigfoot of Bennington Lake, Submitted by Andrew
My girlfriend and I decided to go out to Bennington Lake on an August evening with my canoe and my lab, Jake. The plan was that we would put into the lake at dusk and sit out on the water to watch the Leonids meteor shower until the wee hours. We arrived at the lake a bit before dusk, to make sure we were well situated before dark. We'd brought some snacks and a six pack of beer, and the plan was to leave Jake on the shore so that he cou, nold swim until he was content and then crash in the back of the truck 'til we were ready to come in. This was a plan that had worked well in the past, but in the past we hadn't had the pleasure of a scary, hairy, smelly visitor. My girlfriend and I put the canoe in the lake and paddled around for about a half hour and Jake, as per usual, swam out with his ball for us to throw, taking shore breaks as desired. Dark was encroaching when we heard a commotion from the trees at the far end of the lake. A sharp crack split the dusk air and everything else went ominously silent. It was as if time had stopped. Jake was on the shore, standing frozen, hackles raised and teeth bared. I couldn't hear him growling, but he pretty obviously was. We were close to the trees and the sound seemed to have come from not far away. My girlfriend looked at me, pretty clearly alarmed by this sudden strange turn. Here we were, alone out on the lake with darkness gathering rapidly. The truck was at the far end of the lake. Jake began to make a plaintive wailing sound that I'd never before heard him make. He sounded terrified. My girlfriend was looking closer to panic by the second as another crack split the gloom from closer. It was as loud as the report of a large caliber weapon, and gave the impression of a tree being broken. I was trying to look calm, but I'll admit I was scared. Then we smelled it. I once had a rotten onion in my refrigerator after returning from a trip. This smelled worse. It smelled worse than the time my cousin's gerbil died under his bed and he didn't find it for a month. It was rank. Our eyes were riveted on the shore in the direction of the noise when out of the shadows it emerged. The light was fading, but it wasn't dark. What we saw wan not a man. It wasn't a bear. I've seen bears. This was a hominid covered in dark, shaggy hair. It looked straight at us and for several moments nobody moved. The dark figure bent down to the water and scooped some up to its mouth and then turned and disappeared into the treeline. When I looked to where Jake had been I saw him disappear up the road leading away from the road. He'd never before taken off like that during the many times I'd taken him out to Bennington Lake. I feared I'd never find him. (Luckily he was home when we arrived back.) Suddenly watching a meteor shower 'til two in the morning didn't seem like the most appealing prospect. Not with that creature out there stalking around the shores. We paddled in as quickly as was possible, pulling the canoe from the water as the lake sank into blackness and the meteor flashed overhead. I've been back many times since with no similar happenings, but that one will stick with me for good.
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