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About me and where my apparition will appear...
Hilber Graf
Author, Archaeologist, Orator & Paranormal Investigator. Member of the Orange County Ghost Hunters.
"My life experiences have ranged from stage actor, animation cartoonist, motion picture effects designer to teaching and archaeology. Interest in paranormal things probably started back in the 1950s when I lived in an alleged haunted Victorian house in rural Oregon. Nowadays I haunt a sunny surfer beach in Southern California (hey, every ghost could use a tan)." |
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NEW GHOST HUNTER BOOK IS HERE!!!
Hilber Graf has traveled throughout the Western U.S. to investigate famous ghost towns and alleged hauntings. His new ghost hunter's travel guide book is available for ordering online!!! CLICK ON the book cover above or go to the Ghost Hunter Book page for details... | |
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"For two years in the late 1950s I lived in this vintage farmhouse in rural Oregon. It was located about 15 miles SW of a little logging town called Silverton, where I was also born. My father had this bug about becoming a gentleman farmer and this was the place he decided to do it. Too bad he didn't research the matter before moving into a haunted house...
It doesn't appear all that forboding, does it? Looks can be deceiving.
This spot was relatively remote - a country crossroads known as Four Corners. The nearest neighbor was almost a mile distant. Heck, our mailbox was 1/4 mile down our driveway. The dwelling had been erected on a hill during the 1890s by the Labrassor Family, whose later generation sold it to my parents. Briar firmly gripped the north and west faces, defying all who dared to mess with it. To the south, past our farm fields, stood a forest. Occassionally a wolf's lonely howl rose above it's branches. Facing east, the hillside gave away to green pastureland which sharply slid downward into a wooded sleepy hollow, complete with an old footbridge and babbling brook. Washington Irving would have loved this place." |
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"Downstairs, this house had a spacious living room with a brick fireplace (another in kitchen), sitting room, library, vestibule, dining room plus servants quarters connected to a large kitchen. Five bedrooms were upstairs, along with various closets, alcoves and an attic above them. Being only a family of three, we never used upstairs. My parents converted the library into a master bedroom and then crammed me into the sitting room, which had no door. The staircase did possess a door and we habitually locked it (I don't remember the reason given).
Four generations of Labrassors were born, lived and a couple members died in this old house. Their great grandmother being the first to expire upstairs (or so I was told). Apparently she was a strong-willed person who virtually ran the household, making certain all was right. This house was first in the region to have electricity installed and the old gal was a thrifty individual, always turning off lights when nobody needed them.
On two different occassions, my parents had someone stay over and watch our homestead and farm animals while we vacationed. First was my godfather, Don Gorman. He made it only one night. According to him he heard things that "made my hair stand on end." Don never spent another night there. Later, we hired a man from Silverton to take care of the place. He didn't even get through a single evening. Story goes he was terrorized by footsteps on the ceiling. He ran from Four Corners, scared half to death by whatever he swore he heard.
Over-active imaginations? Maybe...maybe not." | |
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