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Excerpt from Ghosthunting Oregon The Hollywood Theater Portland, OregonA vaudeville performer seems to be the consensus of many relating to the ghost that lingers on the stairs, tapping and whispering. While many are startled by a physical touch, most feel that it is done in jest and with a sense of humor. In all of the accounts that have been relayed to me no one has felt threatened of fearful in any way. One older gentleman told me with a laugh, If I could have seen him, I would have poked him back!”
There doesn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to the floating” man or the woman seen in the back rows. Perhaps they simply enjoyed their time spent at the Hollywood and thought it to be a nice place to retire after they expired.
This was one location that I did catch a glimpse of something or someone who seemed to disappear into a wall. I turned from a conversation in time to see a misty, transparent figure pass before me and dissolve into the wall. It was quick occurrence and not as detailed as many other reports, but I do not doubt what I saw with my own eyes. I replay it over and over in my mind to this day in an attempt to come up with a rational, natural explanation. Yet I am left with none.
As the sun began to set the mood” of the theater seemed to change and at one point I was actually anxious to leave. Two people in my party experienced an audible voice whisper Hey, you!” and unexplained cold spots that were not present before. It seemed as though when the darkness set in people we were not able to see were arriving to watch their favorite movie. And maybe that was the case. Nothing more, nothing less.
As we pulled away from the Hollywood Theater, the thought that kept repeating itself in my mind was that history never dies. The past is alive. The present is merely lived.”