Some people are really attached to their work, some so
much that they can’t let go of it even in death. This seems to be the
case for W.L. “Cub” Bair.
In 1895, Cub Bair built his modern pharmacy and hardware
in the port town of Steilacoom, WA. The building served multiple purposes
as was often the case back in those days. Inside the small shop was a pharmacy,
hardware store, soda fountain and post office. In fact, it was the only
commercial building in Steilacoom prior to 1900.
Now, many years after his death, it is thought that Cub
Bair remains at the pharmacy, making his presence known. The building is
now a “living museum” maintained by the local historical society. A
restaurant occupies part of the building and it appears that Cub isn’t always
happy about modern changes to his store.
The reports are that modern equipment has a very high
failure rate. Repairmen have commented that wires seem to have been
“frayed from the inside”. Additionally, smaller things like the electric mixer
tend to migrate around the building on their own. When he is really upset,
syrup bottles for the soda fountain will be pushed off the shelf and onto the
appears to think so, including the lake on a list alongside Loch Ness in
The legend has been passed down for decades.
Drive around White Rock Lake and you might see it for
yourself: A young woman in a drenched evening dress flags down your car,
explaining that she was just in a boating accident. She asks for a ride to a
home on Gaston Avenue and gets in the back seat. And then, just as mysteriously
as she appeared, she vanishes.
The American Southwest is a haunted place, and the spirits that live there have stories to tell. Paranormal investigators Dan Baldwin, Dwight Hull, and Rhonda Hull have combined their love of history with their ongoing paranormal investigations into the paranormal. The result? Speaking with the Spirits of the Old Southwest, which combines their investigations, history, and EVP transcripts for an unforgettable paranormal experience.
The story begins in February of 1756 in the midst of the French and Indian War. Early one morning, a group of Lenape emerged from the forests that covered the Blue Mountains of Albany Township, Berks County, Pennsylvania. Allied with the French, they were intent on murdering colonial families living on the frontier. An account of the attack was documented in a letter from (Jean) Valentine Probst to Jacob Levan:
I cannot omit writing about the dreadful circumstances of our Township, Albany. The Indians came yesterday morning, about 8:00 o’clock, to Frederick Reichelderfer’s house. As he was feeding his horses, two Indians ran upon him, and followed him into the field 10 or 12 perches behind; but he escaped and ran toward Jacob Gerhart’s house, with a design to fetch arms. When he came nearer Gerhart’s, he heard a lamentable cry “Lord Jesus, Lord Jesus,” which made him run back towards his own house, but before he got quite home, he saw his house and stables in flames; and heard all the cattle bellowing, and thereupon he ran away again.
Two of his children were shot, one of them was found dead in his field, the other was found alive and brought to Hagenbuch’s house but died three hours after. All his grain and cattle were burnt up. At Jacob Gerhart’s they had killed one man, two women, and six children. Two children slipped under the bed; one of which was burned; the other escaped and ran a mile to get to people. We desire help, or we must leave our homes.