The Georgetown "Castle"
is located in an old industrial, red light district of Seattle,
WA. A large 3 story, turn of the century, Victorian style home,
was reportedly built in 1903 by Peter Gessner, who was a gambler
and blackjack dealer at the famous Central Tavern in Seattle's Pioneer
Square District. More...Having trouble with the local authorities
for running "questionable" gambling and prostitution activities,
he decided to move his operations farther out of town, to avoid
too much unwanted attention, turning the home into an infamous brothel
and gambling parlor. He died a gruesome death one year later, committing
suicide in the house by drinking carbolic acid.
The home was then purchased around 1912 by Dr. Willis
H. Corson who was a former superintendent and head coroner of the
King County Hospital, located close by. This hospital and it's grounds,
which at the time surrounded the house, served as the county poor
house and tent city for tuberculoses patients, as well as a crematorium
that was used to burn the bodies.
The house has a long history of paranormal activity
and unexplained accounts. Numerous violent and supernatural events
surround the home. A prostitute was reportedly murdered with a shotgun
by her john "Manny" on the second floor. There are reports
of a ghostly apparition of a woman in black, with burning coal for
eyes grasping at her throat, waking tenants from their sleep on
the top floor. She is believed to be the ghost of a previous resident,
a "Spanish woman," who possibly killed her newborn babies
and buried them under the stairs surrounding the home. Countless
reports of strange sights, sounds, mysterious voices and hidden
rooms make this definitely one of Seattle's most haunted places.
This was to be my first paranormal investigation and
my findings convinced me that the world of the paranormal was indeed
real. There is definitely something strange about this house...
We received the call around 11PM that the house was
available for an investigation, so we quickly grabbed our equipment.
Some friends of friends were moving out of the property so this
might be our last chance to view the place before the new owners
renovated it. Having never been on an actual investigation, we quickly
grabbed what little equipment we had. A camcorder, a digital camera,
a couple flashlights, our TriField EMF Meter and a digital minidisk
recorder with an external stereo mic. Having not being ready for
the call, we scrambled to find as many flashlight batteries we could
grab and took about 20 minutes to charge up the cameras. Boy Scout
motto..."always be prepared..."
Having heard stories about the infamous Georgetown
Castle, yet never actually seeing it, I was surprise to find that
it was nothing close to a castle. Just a large 3 story Victorian
that sat just off the street in a somewhat run down residential
neighborhood of south Seattle The view of the house was skewed by
trees and unkempt vegetation. The only thing you could see from
the street was the large dark tower looming from out of the trees.
In a poor state of disrepair, the house was covered with nearly
a century's worth of peeling and cracked pink paint and loose siding.
Beyond a short, rusty, chain link fence, the front porch leaned
slightly to one side. Our first gut impressions were that this place
is totally haunted.
We met the current residents on the porch. They had
"prepared" the house for us, by turning out all the lights
and lighting some candles. Excellent.... The first half hour was
spent having a smoke, readying our equipment and getting the short
rundown on the history of the house.
Including the residents, there were seven people total.
Everyone was outside talking and the house felt calm, but even though
we were all outside, I had the sense that there were still people
(possibly other residents) walking around inside. Not that you could
hear them or see them, but just sensed a presence. Not a paranormal
presence, just that maybe there were other people there, maybe in
the back of the house, packing or making dinner, just normal activities.
I asked if there were anyone else inside, but there were none. Ok...
weird... I didn't voice this feeling at first. Just took a mental
We decided the first thing to do was take an EMF reading
from inside the front entranceway. Entering the dark hallway you
could see a large wooden stairway leading up and turning to the
right into the darkness. I immediately had the sensation of being
watched from beyond the stairs. Not sure if this is just normal
paranoia and instinct when faced with the unknown darkness, but
I think it's important on an investigation to open up your mind
to first impression. We set up the meter, turned up the alarm volume
and stepped back outside to wait. The meter screeched and squawked
right away. Not sure if it was picking up us or if we had set it
up wrong, but it definitely was picking up something. I quickly
snapped a few pictures and walked in alone. Again the sense that
there were other people in there, just doing normal things. Because
of this feeling, I felt comfortable walking around the first floor
in the darkness, through the hall, through the living room, then
to the back where the kitchen was. There was nobody there.
I quickly snapped a photo of the living room and the
dining room. In the photo of the dining room featured on our website
(see below) there appears to be something near the floor. Some sort
of moving orb thing or reflection or raindrop on the lense. I'm
torn on the subject of orbs, so you decide.
As the others looked around inside, my colleague Matt
and I took a minute to walk back outside and around the house. Following
the porch around to the left, the side of the house had a long rickety
stairway leading to the second floor. Was this the stairs where
the woman buried the babies? Not sure. Around the back of the house,
there was a large yard and a tall bare wall of the back of the house
that went all the way to the third floor. I looked up at the top
floor and snapped another picture. It was starting to rain, so in
the picture there appears to be an orb near the window, but it was
probably a raindrop. A dirty cellar door led down to the basement,
but the stairway leading down was so covered with spider webs, we
decided not to go down there. I hate spiders... At this point I
had the sensation again of being watched from the windows of the
upper floors. The back yard was creepy, but just a normal dark back
yard sort of creepy. The upstairs of the house had an entirely different
sort of feeling. "That's where I need to go", I thought,
even though part of me wanted nothing more to do with it.
The house had definitely seen many remodels. The walls
were decorated in some rooms with multiple layers of thick paint,
some rooms in old newspaper, some rooms had strange boarded up walls
that appeared to at one time maybe be connected to others, or perhaps
to conceal hidden rooms. The second and third floors were large
in volume, yet the rooms and hallways offered little access to so
much space. There was a lot of space behind the walls in many places,
so I'm pretty convinced that it held a secret passage or two. Having
been a gambling den and brothel during the Prohibition Era, I'm
sure there was some questionable remodeling going on to conceal
some questionable items.
On the second floor there is a large red room that
used to be the stage. A ticket booth with a coat check was located
at the room's entrance. The second we all walked in, the door of
a desk on the other side of the room flew open. Not sure if it was
because of the vibrations of everyone walking in on the old floor
all at once, or what... but still the timing was interesting. Snapped
Around the back of the second floor, there was another
stairway leading up and a heavy door that lead to a blue colored
room. This room is supposedly where a prostitute named Magdalena
was murdered. The door to this room, unlike other doors in the house
would not stay open. If you held it open, it would almost pull out
of your hands and slam shut. I'll admit it was a heavy door, but
the sensation was more than just the gravitational pull of itself.
It was almost like it was being pulled shut. We stood in the room
for some time and listened to one of the residents dictate the story
of the murder. When I played back the audio of this, an interesting
thing can be heard. As she says "a prostitute was murdered
in this room with a shotgun..." you could hear what sounds
like a voice on tape shouting "NO!" after the word room.
While corroborating this with everyone who was in the house later,
everyone denied saying it. Could this be my first EVP?
The other's went back outside for another smoke, so
I used the opportunity to get some clear audio. I started to approach
the stairway alone and up beyond the stairs somewhere I could hear
the sound of someone stumbling around. It sounded like someone who
was wearing shoes that don't fit right or maybe too large and awkward.
A woman in high heels or boots perhaps? I thought maybe one of the
residents had gone up there to change clothes or something. A perfectly
natural sound so I at first ignored it. Unfortunately the audio
was off at this point. Deciding not to take on the upstairs on my
own, I asked Matt to come along. At the top of the stairs, there
was a smaller hallway with 2 or 3 small closet like rooms, then
leading into a very large room they call the gambling room. Next
to it was a small bar and surrounding it were openings to the other
parts of the house. No doors, just larger open areas.
Now, take note that we were both wearing heavy boots
with rubber soles. On the audio, our footsteps, when we walk are
dull heavy thumps. When playing back the audio later, I heard another
interesting thing. As I approached the gambling room, I say "Third
floor, gambling room" and right after that, you can hear what
appears to be 5 or 6 quick footsteps in the same room walking away
from us. Light clicking footsteps that sound like high heels. At
the time we were both standing still right next to each other in
the same room. The others were, at this point, back downstairs on
the front porch. There were no other people in the house, no other
people on the third floor accept us, and something else walking
around in the same room!
In retrospect, I wish I had heard the footsteps while
standing there, not just on the playback, or I would have spent
more quiet time on the third floor. Again, the ambience in the place
seemed so natural, it was difficult get a sense of something out
of the ordinary. I think the fact that there were so many people
there made it difficult to concentrate and the fact that the residents
were in the process of moving out that night, we had limited time
to spend investigating, or I am sure we would have come up with
more evidence. I am sure that if I spent a night alone in the house,
things would have made themselves known. Even with the place full
of people, you can sense activity there.
As far as a quick run through on our first investigation,
I felt satisfied with our findings and observations. Because of
the time, we made no attempt to make contact with any spirits there
directly, however I would love to return some day and do a further
investigation, perhaps with more video cameras and equipment, as
well as some psychic minded people to attempt contact. Following
our visit, the house was sold and completely renovated. I'm glad
to see such a beautiful old landmark preserved instead of torn down,
however I am totally jealous of the owners because it must have
been a real thrill tearing out those walls and discovering what
secrets they concealed.
About the Author
Sean Farley works as a writer of topics related to
conspiracy and the paranormal. He is also a writer and editor for
The Midnight News website. You can read more of his work at The
Midnight News Website: themidnightnews.com
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