This next story takes place the day after we experienced the “Little Girl Lost” possession. After that incident, my psychic medium wife Shannon and I made it to Fort Bragg in Northern California for the night where we stayed with only one paranormal encounter which was just a simple restaurant haunting. Shannon and I had lunch at a brew pub that had an old male spirit that liked to hang out there. A ghost story with not much story to it. Even though our waitress verified everything Shannon said about the haunting, which wasn’t much. It was just an old employee from the business that was there before it became a brew pub. It had your typical ghost sightings, unexplained noises, and objects moving on their own. Pretty basic stuff. But the next day we got up and began our drive south on HWY 1 down the beautiful California coastline back to the East Bay where we lived, and this is where Shannon detected a portal. It’s one of the few times that she has ever sensed a portal… and it was an evil one. A few hours away from reaching the small town of Manchester, Shannon noticed a change in the energy the land was giving off. It was a feeling of great sadness and dread. A despair so deep that it drowned out the natural beauty of the area for her. I on the other hand really love the coast so I was enjoying the scenery, but that was about to change, too. Shannon started describing how the local Native American tribes in that area were massacred by the U. S. Army back in the late 19th century, and how the land absorbed, remembered, and was reflecting that energy back. Shannon has detected many of these kinds of Native American tragedies on many of our road-trips, but this one was very disturbing for her, but she was eventually able to tolerate it. We finally reached the small town of Manchester, and while I’m focusing on the drive, Shannon starts yelling, “Did you see that! Did you see that building! It was a portal!” Shannon starts describing how eerie the building was, and since this was the first time she had ever mentioned sensing a portal, I turned the car around and headed back to see the building for myself.
We pulled up past the school, made a U-turn, and then pulled off the highway right in front of the old building. From what I can remember, it was maybe two stories high and it looked like it might have a semi-basement because the front stairs went up about six feet above the ground to the first floor. It was red, abandoned, and had a short central bell tower on top of the roof. But it was so long ago I’m not really sure. It did have a big grassy yard around it with the perimeter lined with trees. Anyway, Shannon starts describing what used to be either an elementary school or an orphanage. She wasn’t sure which, but she was sure it was filled with children. Abused children. The negative energy from the portal was dark and overwhelming so Shannon couldn’t really focus in on too many details, and she’s also not sure if the portal was emanating from the building or the land, or maybe both. We were only sitting in front of the building for maybe thirty seconds when Shannon starts panicking and yells at me. “Drive! Drive! Drive! Get me out of here, now!” So I drive off and immediately ask her what’s wrong? Shannon says, “a black-haired young girl appeared in one of the windows and started staring at me”, I asked her why did that bother her so much, Shannon replied, “Her face was severely burned by either acid or fire, and her eyes were missing. They were just two black holes and her mouth was black and gaping open in a very low and unnatural way. It was like there was no physicality to her eyes and mouth. They were just deep, dark, bottomless pits. She was one of the creepiest ghosts I have ever seen. Plus the energy from the portal was intensifying.” The negative energy of the land stayed with Shannon for about three hours after we left the surrounding area around Manchester, but the evil energy from the portal, and the tormented energy from the spirit girl stayed with Shannon for the next several days. We’ve been back to Fort Bragg since then, via HWY 101 & HWY 20, but as beautiful as that drive down HWY 1 was, we have never gone back. At least not yet.