Shedd, Or. Fayetteville Rd, Called the Porter-Brassfield

by Michelle Dormer
(Kelso, Wa. USA)

My Aunt bought an old house in Shedd, Or. called the Porter-Brassfield. When I moved in i was told by my aunt some of the history. It was built by David Porter who died of a heart attack in a copper tub. The house was inherited by his daughter Ida Brassfield who died of what i think was old age in the master bedroom. I know in the years before my aunt got the house it had been purchased by someone who stripped it of the antique fixtures and then sold to someone who used it as a rental. Its a very small town and we heard a few stories. main one is we were told the renters had seen a woman and a little girl. Mostly the woman though. someone checked the history and couldn't find a little girl on record. My aunt had said that the only thing she ever hears is the sound or knocking or something falls. Nothing seemed to be disturbed. My cousin had the master bedroom that Ida died in. I was in there for a short time until they cleared out what was the smallest room in the house. they did this because my cousins 1 year old son kept waking up screaming. now that i think about it he may have been deliberately disturbed. My cousin now says the place creeped her out. She recently told me that the bedroom door would open on its own. She thought it was me messing around but it really hard to sneak up those stairs without creaking. My experience started one

evening during the summer when i was on my way to work. No one was home and as walked out the door i heard something thumping around upstairs. i paused and listed some until it stopped. So I decided to say something to who ever it was. I yelled into the house that "i here you and acknowledge your existance!" And then i left. About 2 weeks later I went to bed like I always do but this time I got woken up by who i thought was my cousin. "Michelle!" was spoken into my left ear. I said "What!" I thought it was my cousin. But as i looked there was no one there. I was thinking my cousin was messing with me so looked down on the floor. No one. She couldn't have made it out the door that fast with out making a bunch of noise. And she couldnt hide under the bed it was a daybed with a trundle. As i lay there the hairs on my arm stood on end. It was Ida. Totally cool! My aunt sold the house a while back and they have taken it off the historic register so that they can build a large garage on it. Which they have. But my aunt never mentioned ghosts to them. You can find the house on line listed as the Porter-Brassfield. I bet they know its haunted by now. The ;ocals most likely told them too. To this day it is my favorite house. I have had other encounters else where but this one is the best.