Some Electronic Voice and Other Phenomena of the Wellington (Washington State) Avalanche Disaster (1910-)

2. Have you ever been in an accident that resulted in your own death?


  • Yes
  • No




                             [{2010}, 19; {2013}, 22]


a monstrous roar


     the town of Wellington

warning: area subject to personification


                      & the people rushed


                                                      PRICES ARE


to the ruins

           of trains & rotary plows

                     buried in debris
                     & snow


                                            & do not wish
                                            to be forgotten



                              [{2010}, 19, 29, 31; {2013}, 26]


my butt

is freezing

even though
I’m sitting

         on electric socks
                                        | the worst


                                                                        in the history
                                        of the
                                                   United States |


                                                   >>> Donald J. Trump, 45 <<<


                                                   a scratchy male
                                                   voice __ ______:


                                                   I want to see you naked


                                                   you can grab them by the

                                                   <<< pussy >>>


ctrl + alt + delete


Casey, who is sitting on the bench across from me, pauses mid-
sentence and says,

                                             “Someone just pulled my hair”


                                  Tathra Pub, Easter 2002 →

untrammelled desire



                                   [{2010}, 49, 52]


Want to play?

I feel something stroke
the back of my neck

           [the incubus has semen

            as cold as springwell

& Steve spent the night | in a hotel room
dreaming of a woman | screaming in his face

                       the entity in area 61



                           [{2010}, 50, 52; {2013}, 41, 54]


I even had one guy


The Bellingham Herald


           online comments section


         Clay Thistleton today at 8.40am DSM-5 297.1


                                                                 my belief in ghosts
                                                      must mean I was cheating

                                                                      on my husband



                                                                     elected POTUS


                                                          Deleuzian line-crossing
                                                              w/- ‘grab them by …’
                                                              sasquatch, hairyman
                                                                         am banishèd



                                                                             three dots


| & when our eyes
for the first time
in three years
across the cavernous vestibule
of a two-bit                     emporium
I feel only ↘ |


                                                                             three dots


                                       ↖ strange things

                       happening in the car

            as we drive
                       the video screens
                                  in the back
                                            out     &
            | Libby |


                                                                             three dots

                                  a voice
                                  I’ve recorded before
                                  clearly asks
                                  oh dear, did that hurt?

                                  & a tall, black
                                  human-shaped mist
area 61

                  | Roswell? |


[ATC Supervisor:] Ask them if they want to report officially.
[ATC:] TWA 517, do you want to report a UFO? Over.
[TWA Pilot:] Negative. We don’t want to report.
[ATC:] AirEast 31, do you wish to report a UFO? Over.
[AirEast Pilot:] Negative. We don’t want to report one of those, either.
[ATC:] AirEast 31, do you wish to file a report of any kind to us?
[AirEast Pilot:] I wouldn’t know what kind of report to file, Center.
[ATC:] AirEast 31, me neither.



                                    [{2013}, 23, 53 ]


there’s a big tall guy in period dress
                      who appears to passers-by without a face

Gertrude          who sings in the parking lot
& Sergei          who speaks with a Russian accent

                                          | Wiktor, you’re a very unattractive man |

although they               currently                  don’t have bodies, they
more like you
& me                           than they are



                                  [{2013}, 60]


I notice Bob

                                                        | her loving is a wild dog
                                                                         she’s got …

                                                                          [three dots]


                                                                               the look

in his eyes
that I see
in so many                  Others
after they’ve visited

                                  the debris field
                                  the fall of capitalism
                                  a mile-and-a-half along the forest floor
                                  on     the     banks of the Tye River

                                  "         "        "       of the River
                                            ↳      Wah-Hoo

                                  "         "        "       of Kiss’ Lagoon

                                  a succession of blue green
                                                        ↳         kaleidoscope-eyed

                                  turning aside


                                            the first words of the Gweagal
                                                      ↳         clan
                                            to Lieutenant James Cook, RN,
                                            & the crew of the barque

                                            (Botany Bay,
                                            New South Wales,
                                            28 April 1770)

                                            Warra warra wai!
                                            ~ go away ~


                                          {Figure 1: John & Taupin, 1973}


                                            once you’re there, though,     you see
                                                      rusted metal strewn

some large train parts

            you can find

                       brakes | ladders | doors |

                                  broken pieces

cables | pipes

a circular stairwell
from a first-class
train car


“moments lost
                      in time, like tears
                      …        in        …       rain”
                      [         -         Roy Batty        ]



                                                          {Frazier, 2010, 2013}



1 Testimony of Isobel Gowdie, self-confessed Scottish witch, 1622.


Works Cited:

Frazier, Karen. (2010). Avalanche of Spirits: The Ghosts of Wellington. Fullerton, CA: Ghost Knight Media.

Frazier, Karen. (2013). Dancing with the Afterlife: A Paranormal Memoir. North Charleston, SC: createSpace.

John, Elton & Bernie Taupin. (1973). “Loves Lies Bleeding”. Universal Music Publishing Group.



Clay Thistleton

Clay Thistleton has previously appeared at Unlikely Stories as a character in John Bryan's epic Love has been Liquidated. Clay has taught creative writing and literary studies in universities, community colleges and not-for-profit organisations for almost two decades. He is the author of Noisesome Ghosts (Blart Books, 2018): an Elgin Award nominated collection of found poetry that investigates the phenomenon of ghosts and poltergeists that have the ability to speak or write. His current project, Never Mind the Saucers (Stranger Press, forthcoming), examines documented instances of alien-human sexual contact. Along with his son Dylan, Clay lives in New South Wales, Australia with a fluctuating number of feral cats.


Edited for Unlikely by Jonathan Penton, Editor-in-Chief
Last revised on Tuesday, February 21, 2017 - 12:57