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The first experience, Dave said, happened at the Lost City of Wellington, Washington where they were going to hold a ghost conference investigation.

According to Dave:

Wellington was the site of a tragic train accident that occurred 100 years before on March 1, 1910, when an avalanche buried a passenger train and destroyed the railroad town. For unknown reasons the train foolishly moved out of the protective snow shelter and was buried under tons of heavy snow. A total of 96 people had their lives snuffed out from this killer avalanche.

A week before our scheduled ghost conference at Skykomish, Washington, we decided to check out the old Cascade Tunnel that is located just below Stevens Pass in the rugged Cascade Mountains. This is a high wilderness area and far removed from communities. We drove up to Stevens Pass and descended down the dirt road to the entrance of the old Cascade Tunnel. This 2.6-mile-long tunnel was abandoned in 1929 when a new tunnel was dug through the Cascade Mountains. We wanted to take some pictures for our website in preparation for the Ghost Conference.

It was a slow drive down as we had a Honda Accord that has a low ground clearance. We stopped by the edge of the tunnels and Sharon stayed in the car while I climbed down the bank to the entrance to the tunnel where I started snapping photos. A small stream ran out of the tunnel so I had to be careful to step on rocks to get inside the tunnel entrance, as I did not want to get my feet wet. I wanted to take some flash photos inside the tunnel so I walked until the light from the entrance was dim.

I had only gone about forty feet inside the tunnel when I noticed two glowing yellow eyes in the far end of the tunnel. I thought this must be an animal and continued snapping pictures when suddenly I noticed the glowing yellow eyes move back and forth as if the animal or creature was slowly moving toward me.

I realized that the eyes were glowing yellow and no natural animal eyes glowed like that. I then realized that the level of the glowing yellow eyes was over two-thirds the distance the top of the tunnel. This creature stood about nine feet tall relative to the height of the tunnel.

I immediately felt a strong desire to retreat to the safety of our car. I raced back to the entrance and up the hill to the car. I quickly got into the Honda and rolled up the windows. How silly of me to think glass would stop whatever was coming out of that tunnel.

As I sat in the car collecting my thoughts, I heard a loud heavy sound that sounded like something heavy hitting the ground at the front entrance to the tunnel. It sent chills up our spines and I realized that the rolled-up windows were no protection from this creature.

I had fears of the Honda not starting or of stalling. Too many horror films raced through my mind. I started the Honda and quickly retraced our route back to the main dirt road.

The next day we departed for home, stopped at Mt. Index, and chatted with a lady who reported someone had seen a Bigfoot a few weeks ago. I asked where, and her response was that it was near the Lost City of Wellington!

A week later, we held our Ghost Conference, and on Friday afternoon, many members had arrived and were standing around outside the Skykomish Hotel. We got into conversation about the activities for the weekend conference. When they heard about the strange yellow eyes, six of the men wanted to see the place immediately.

Do the appearances of the man-like beasts in our wilderness provoke our awareness that there are creatures—essentially human in appearance—that have survived for thousands of years and remain as our hidden cousins, or even our ancestors (art by Ricardo Pustanio)?

We drove up to the old Cascade Tunnel site and parked near the same spot we had parked a week earlier. The six men climbed down the bank, waded across the small stream, and entered the mouth of the tunnel. Sharon stayed with the women who preferred not to hike down to the tunnel. I took along my night vision scope to see farther into the darkness of the tunnel.

We all walked into the tunnel about 40 feet and stopped. I looked through the night vision scope and again saw two yellow eyes staring back at me. I commented on seeing two yellow eyes, and everyone wanted to look through the night vision scope to see those eyes, so I passed the night vision scope to the first man who in turn looked through the scope and then passed it to the next man. Each of the men saw the same thing, yellow eyes that were moving slowly toward them. It did not take much for their courage to evaporate; suddenly the six brave men decided it was time to vacate the tunnel quickly.

We all ran back out of the tunnel and quickly climbed the bank and, jumping into our respective vehicles, drove madly for the open highway located about half a mile from the mouth of the tunnel. Yellow Eyes was real, and as far as we were concerned, the tunnel was his home and we would respect it.

The next day we conducted our investigation outside the tunnel and Yellow Eyes apparently respected our decision, as he never showed up to greet us. Today, the old Cascade Tunnel has collapsed and is now closed to the public.