Ghost Stories of the Long Beach Peninsula
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Sydney Stevens
Author and historian Sydney Stevens is a fourth-generation Oysterville resident. During her thirty-nine-year career as an elementary teacher, she wrote social studies texts and local history books. She has devoted herself to the research and publication of regional history, especially the stories of previous generations.
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Ghost Stories of the Long Beach Peninsula - Sydney Stevens
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INTRODUCTION
Everyone loves a ghost story. Whether told during a long, dark, winter power outage or while hunkered around a campfire at the beach, ghost stories are sure to hold the attention of all—believers and skeptics, young and old, dreamers and realists. The more familiar the people and places involved, the more intriguing the stories seem.
The tiny finger of land known as the Long Beach Peninsula in Washington’s southwest corner provides the perfect setting for such stories. It is isolated and hard to reach—a three-hour automobile journey from the nearest large city. The thickly wooded forests and marshy bogs provide ideal spots for shadowy mysteries. Population is sparse—almost everyone knows everyone else firsthand, secondhand or by reputation. It’s hard to keep secrets or to hide skeletons in closets.
The ghost stories that follow were told to me by my neighbors and friends and, at least one, by a complete stranger. Several had not been shared outside the family
until now, a carry-over from the days when stories of ghosts were too frightful to tell in anything above a whisper.
These ghosts, though, are all benign. At least one seems to be watching over the members of the household and keeping them safe, even from themselves. Mostly the stories are full of mysteries of unsolved circumstances and unanswered questions. They are the very best kind of ghost stories, for they continue to unfold and grow as the years pass and more information is uncovered. Perhaps readers of Ghost Stories of the Long Beach Peninsula will come forward with the answers that will put these unsettled spirits to rest at last.
Throughout these stories, there also runs a bit of ghostly subtext, which is yet another example of how we on the Long Beach Peninsula live in continuing harmony with the past. Our place names, especially the names of this Peninsula and of the bay that defines it, morph back and forth according to generation and to the speaker’s roots. Readers will find that some names (the old and the new) are used interchangeably throughout these ghost stories.
Shoalwater Bay was the historic name of the large body of water to the east of the Long Beach Peninsula. It was sighted in 1788 by English trader Captain John Meares, who named it for its extreme shallowness. Little more than a century later, in the 1890s, a group of real estate promoters in the mainland town of South Bend dreamed that ships would someday enter the bay and sail up the Willapa River to their town, causing it to become the Baltimore of the Pacific.
Fearing that ship captains would avoid a bay with a name that meant shallow water, they had the name officially changed from Shoalwater to Willapa. They were unable to change the character of the bay itself, however, and South Bend’s dream of maritime greatness did not materialize.
The present-day name of the Peninsula, too, was the result of local promoters. When settlers first began to arrive in Oregon Territory, the only method of getting from inland valleys to the Pacific Ocean was by way of the Columbia River. Travelers named the narrow finger of land jutting north from the river’s mouth North Beach
to differentiate it from beaches to the south. The name was changed to Long Beach Peninsula by early twentieth-century tourism promoters from the Peninsula city of Long Beach. However, the official name remains the North Beach Peninsula, and some residents hope that it can come into popular usage once more.
Like the ghosts of the stories that follow, our knowledge of places and people from years past becomes increasingly dim as time moves forward. It is my hope that Ghost Stories of the Long Beach Peninsula will bring some of those memories into sharper focus…at least for a time.
1
MRS. CROUCH, THE PREACHER’S WIFE
Tap-tap-tap. Tap-a-tap-tap-tap. Tap-tap-tap-tap. Tap.
The bedside clock read 2:15. I’d been home
scarcely two hours, asleep for maybe an hour and a half, when the noise awakened me. It was a commonplace sound, not scary, but I couldn’t think what it might be or even where it was coming from. I was alone in the big Oysterville house.
Tap-tap. Tap-tap.
It was vaguely annoying, but what was really keeping me awake was the fact that I could not identify it. And it was nearby. But where?
I turned on the light. The noise stopped. The familiar room with its pink-flowered wallpaper and old-fashioned furniture looked as I remembered it from childhood when this was my grandparents’ home. The visit was my first since my folks had retired here a few months previously. I was to housesit for a few weeks while they were away—a welcome break from the hustle-bustle of city life in California. Here, in my
room overlooking the dear old Oysterville Church, my thirty or so years of adulthood seemed to evaporate. I was ten years old again, and it was the middle of the night. I turned off the light and drifted toward sleep.
Tap-a-tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
What was that sound? Dad had said there was a squirrel that liked to gallop in the gutters. But wouldn’t that be a scritchy-scratchy noise? Besides, I had never heard a squirrel in a rain gutter, and this tapping noise was definitely one I had heard before.
Again, I turned on the light. Again, the noise stopped. Finally, I lay there in the dark actually waiting for the tap tap tap. When it came, I tried to pinpoint its source. It seemed to be coming from the next-door bedroom, the one we always thought of as belonging to whoever was youngest in the household at the time. I turned on the light and went to investigate.
A typewriter! Of course! But it was the strangest-looking typewriter I had ever encountered and certainly one I had never seen before. Satisfied that I had pinpointed the cause of the mysterious tapping, I went back to bed and slept soundly the rest of the night.
At this point in the story, people often ask, Did you put a piece of paper in the typewriter?
I wish I had been that clever. However, the idea never occurred to me. My concern was to discover the source of the sound, and once my curiosity was satisfied, that was that. In fact, I really didn’t think about the incident again until weeks later when it occurred to me to ask my mother where that strange old typewriter came from.
This Printype Oliver Typewriter was patented in 1912, long after Mrs. Crouch lived in Oysterville. Photo by Sydney Stevens.
It was on loan to the Pacific County Historical Society for their museum,
she said. Ruth Dixon, the director, called when she heard I was ‘back home’ and asked me to come get it.
When I related my experience, she laughed and said, Oh, that was probably Mrs. Crouch!
Who?
I asked. It was then that my mother introduced
me to the ghost with whom I was to become very familiar over the next forty-plus years.
I should say right here that I don’t believe in ghosts. Not really. Never mind that I’ve now known about the ghost in our house for years. And never mind that people I respect and love have had experiences
with our ghost. Most of all, never mind that I have had several encounters with her myself. I’m not a believer. Really.
THE PREACHER ARRIVES
According to my mother, our ghost had come to Oysterville long ago with her husband, Pastor Josiah Crouch, the new Baptist minister. With them were their infant daughter and Josiah’s mother and young brother. They arrived in 1892, almost two generations after the town’s founding. By then, Oysterville had already lost its standing as the Pacific County seat and the little, native oysters upon which the town’s economy had depended had failed. Most of the population had moved away, and life had settled into a peaceful, rural rhythm marked by the changing of tides and seasons.
A year or so before Pastor and Mrs. Crouch arrived, Major R.H. Espy, the patriarch and a founding father of the little village, had donated some property and $1,500 to build the Baptist church. Up to that time, the Baptists had been congregating at Major Espy’s house, which was by far the most commodious in Oysterville. They held their services and prayer meetings there, and between the visits of the minister, members of the congregation took turns preaching, availing themselves of canned
sermons from the old, leather-bound books in the major’s library.
The circuit-riding preachers (or in Oysterville’s case, the circuit-sailing preachers, for they traveled among nearby communities by boat) also boarded with the Espys on their infrequent visits to Shoalwater Bay. When Pastor Huff took up permanent residence, staying even after his retirement from the ministry, the major decided that a parsonage was in order.
The house just across from Oysterville’s Baptist church served as the parsonage from 1892 to 1902. Josiah Crouch was the first pastor to live there. Courtesy of the Espy Family Archives.
The Baptist congregation in 1903 in front of the Oysterville Church after Josiah Crouch’s tenure as pastor. Courtesy of the Espy Family Archives.
He bought the Tom Crellin house, which was conveniently located across the road from the new church. Like many other houses in town, it was vacant; buyers and renters were few and far between. Tom Crellin had moved his family to San Francisco so that he could go into banking. Around town, it was said the Crellins were the only people who came to Oysterville with money and left with even more money. But, even so, Mr. Crellin was glad to have a buyer.
The house consisted of four main