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When I was in high school in Seattle, ghost hunting was a frequent activity for us.

There was a place north of Seattle called 13 Steps to Hell. The story of a satanic family that

once lived in a house where they had a cemetery deep in their backyard. These stones

date back at least 100 years. The family built 13 steps into the cemetery with two giant

pointed pillars at the top. Supposedly, each step down would give you hallucinations.

You would hear things, feel things, and on the final step, you would see fire, hell.

These steps continue to be bulldozed because the current residents surrounding the area

probably do not appreciate late night visitors. But the steps always seem to reappear.

I've seen them. Our first journey, it took us nearly four hours of driving and walking to find it.

There are no clear directions anywhere online, at least at that time. We accidentally stumbled

upon a path just as we were about to give up. It is about a mile hike deep into the woods.

Along the overgrown trail, you have a lot of barriers to duck under and over,

and there are random things everywhere, such as crashed cars in the middle of the woods,

abandoned items as well. After 30 minutes of hiking in the creepy darkness of this overgrown forest,

we were going to head back when my friend pointed to me and said,

Shit! Look where you are standing! I looked down, and I was unknowingly standing between the pillars.

I was on the first step down to the cemetery. At that point, I was not going to walk down the steps,

but I did explore the cemetery. My friends explored further down and started yelling and screaming.

They told us stop scaring them, even though we were at least 200 feet away from them.

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