My story takes place through quite a few years.
When I was younger, about 9 or so, I used to always hang out with my
then best friend Amanda. Her mom would always take her,
her brother, sister and I to movies and we would always
pass this cemetery on the way there and back. Being only 9
I never even knew the name of the cemetery just knew dead
people and spirts were there. Even in the daylight that
place creeped me out. I would always stare at the
headstones and just feel cold even on the hottest days in
the summer. Her mom would tell us how that particular
cemetery was haunted and bad things had happened there to
mess with us because she didn't believe in that kind of
stuff. For some reason I felt there wasn't very much good
around that area and though I was creeped out I always
enjoyed driving by it.
Well, fast forwarding a few years in high school my
basketball team was always trying to find things to do for
bonding experiences. One night we planned to have a sleep
over. My friend called me and told me to bring black
clothing that's warm because we were going to go walk the
Thousand Steps. . .I asked her what it was but she said
she'd tell me when I got there.
I got home changed and drove to my friend's where the whole
team was waiting for me. On our way there they began to
fill me in. I guess in my hometown of Spokane there were
steps that went under the cemetery that were in a tunnel
and people who go there witness some crazy things. That
made me uneasy but very interested. I didn't feel too
worried especially since I had 10 other girls with
me. . .that is until I saw where we were going.
My friend took a right on this winding road and I recognized the
area. It was the same cemetery I passed so many times with
my friend when I was 9. Not wanting to look like a wuss I
just casually asked what the name of the cemetery was and
my friend told me "It's Evergreen Cemetery".
We got out of the car and started our search for the steps
with our flashlights. Yes, it was November but the climate
in Spokane isn't that bad. Not cold as I was feeling that
night and my friend that was with me was feeling really
cold too with all the layers she had on as we searched
farther down the side of the cemetery.
Finally my flashlight caught some pavement and we pointed
our lights at it and called for the rest of the team. We
found old steps but they only lead to the top of the
cemetery. Well my friends were all laughing and giggling
and I was not having an easy feeling. I felt like we were
being watched and that we weren't the only ones there. We
made our way up to the top where it lead to an old tomb or
shed, the girls were disappointed that it didn't go
underneath the cemetery. (There was no way I would have
gone under there if we had found it).
As everyone started walking back down the steps I was
frozen staring at an area on the cemetery. I honestly felt
like I had about a million eyes starring at me, accusing me
of something. It got really cold (so cold my joints ached
and like needles were piercing my skin) and the girl's
voices and laughter sounded like they were about a mile
away. I couldn't walk down the stairs and I couldn't say
Finally my friend grabbed me and it was weird, it was like
I just fast forwarded about 2 hours like time stopped and
it had only been about 4 minutes since my team headed down.
My friend said she called me about 4 times and had to come
up and grab me. She said that I responded to her but she
could not make sense of what I said so she walked up to
grab me. From that point on I vowed to never go near there
The story doesn't end there though. . .since I have decided
to go to trade school of sorts I have some days chosen to
take the city bus to avoid parking downtown because it gets
pretty pricey. One night I had missed my bus to go home
working on an assignment. I took a different bus that would
be a longer ride but leave before my next regular one
would. Of course, I didn't know that it actually took the
road that the Evergreen Cemetery is on. Of course since
it's November by the time it's 5.30 pm (when I get out of
school most of the time) it's pretty dark. I didn't want to
but I couldn't help but look at the place as the bus drove
by. As I looked I noticed a grounds keeper working on an
area which was kind of odd to me seeing how it was about
6pm by this time and he still be working in the darkness. I
heard that another bus had issues so we waited by the
cemetery for that bus to give is passengers to ours.
I continued to watch him finish up his work and head off to
the building on the south side of the cemetery. I looked to
the right as people passed me to move my belongings for
someone else to sit by me if needed and looked up back to
I noticed he didn't look over to see the two buses switch
passengers (my city is full of rubberneckers so it's odd
someone doesn't want to know what's going on) so I looked a
little harder. As he went to go into the building he was
gone! Just gone. . .I made a noise and the man sitting in
front of me turned looking quite pale and just said "I
don't know either" and turned back around.
Evidently there's a lot of history to this cemetery that
I'm trying to figure out.
If anyone else has any
experiences with this place, feel free to write.
Contact me here:MoxyBabee@aol.com