2 A Haunting In Oregon by Michael Richan Read Free Book Online

sound of a refrigerator turning on, only much lower in
frequency. As he approached it he could feel the vibration increase. It felt as
though something was lightly shaking his skin.
    He wanted to jump in the River so
badly, to see what this thing might be. But he knew Roy was examining it too
and Roy might not feel the vibration or hear the sound. He had his own job to
do. He felt frustrated by the lack of light. He remained in the room and
watched for anything unusual, waiting.
    He checked his watch; it had been
humming for almost ten minutes. It kept a steady rhythm. Steven sensed there
were huge amounts of energy around him, performing some purpose he wasn’t
allowed to know. He walked back and forth in the room, trying to sense its
dimensions, trying to feel when the energy increased and dissipated. In his
mind he formed a circle that was about ten feet across. He kept testing the
circle, wanting to ensure he had the right size to report back to Roy.
    Suddenly it stopped. The vibration
and humming disappeared completely. He stopped walking, waiting to see if it
would come back. Instead he heard Roy standing. He flicked on his flashlight
and walked back into the adjoining room to see if Roy was all right.
    “What was that?” Roy asked.
    “I was hoping you knew!” Steven
replied. “I know it was about ten feet across, vibrating and humming in the other
room.”
    “That’s where it started,” Roy
said. “But it continued up the stairs, like a snake.”
    “If felt powerful,” Steven told
him, “as though there was a great deal of energy passing by me. When the
humming stopped the feeling was gone.”
    “I have no idea what that was.
I’ve never seen anything like it. Let’ go back to our rooms,” Roy said. “Now
that we’ve experienced it, we might be able to glean something from the book.”
    -
    Back in their adjoining rooms in
the north wing, Roy slowly turned the pages of his book, looking for sections
that might explain what he just saw.
    “It was like a tunnel,” Roy said.
“A private tunnel that had been carved out of the River. I couldn’t see into
it, no matter what I tried.” He flipped the pages, scanning rapidly.
    “Mind if I look over your
shoulder?” Steven asked.
    “No, go ahead,” Roy said. “My eyes
are tired anyway.”
    Steven looked at the pages of the
book as Roy scanned them. Ninety percent of the writing seemed jumbled to him.
The words were in English, but they made no sense. A small number of sections
stood out to him; they dealt with things he had experienced while helping his
dad rid his house of ghosts. When he saw writing about transformation and
protection, he could understand the sentences because he had been exposed to
that before. But most of it was just a blur, everything running together,
making no sense at all.
    After turning dozens of pages, Roy
turned a last one and said, “I don’t think I can keep my eyes open!”
    “Wait – turn back a page,” Steven
said. Roy flipped the page back.
    Steven scanned the page. “There –
‘passage’!”
    Roy quickly read the section
Steven had identified. Steven picked up a few more words as he looked, but not
enough to understand much more. Roy, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying
what he was reading.
    “What?” Steven asked. “Tell me.
What does it say?”
    “It’s a passageway,” said Roy. “It
leads somewhere a long way from here. And it’s completely private.”
    “No way to know what’s inside, or
where it leads?” Steven asked.
    “Nope,” Roy said, reading. “That’s
one of its purposes, to protect the traveler inside from prying eyes.”
    “How is it made? Does it say?”
    Roy continued reading the page.
“It’s constructed by someone, it isn’t naturally occurring. And it takes a
shitload of power to do it. I can only think of a couple of people who could
pull this off.”
    “You know other people who do this
kind of thing?” Steven asked, surprised.
    Roy marked the page he was on,