Case File: Investigation of the White Flash Station
- Bee Williams
- Jul 9
- 4 min read
It was a muggy evening in the mountains of rural West Virginia. A recent downpour had left the country roads riddled with puddles. Mist rose from the dense woods as the last light of day flickered behind storm clouds. Flashes of lightning still lit the sky as our team pulled up to the old White Flash Station. This is our Case File: Investigation of the White Flash Station.
The White Flash Station
Built in the 1930s, the White Flash has worn many hats—rural gas station, private residence, steakhouse, bar. The property has seen its share of history, mystery, and tragedy.
Nestled in a region the spirits called “The Pass,” the station sits on a powerful convergence of geography and energy. Once a Native American route and later a Civil War artery for both armies, the limestone mountain pass and adjacent spring date back over 400 million years. Across the road flows a river—another potential energy conduit. If ever a place was charged, this is it.
Deaths Documented and Rumored
Beside the station lies an old quarry where an explosion in the 1920s killed two men. In the 1930s, a convoy of taxi drivers en route from Chicago parked out front to rest. Come morning, two of them were dead—victims of carbon monoxide poisoning.
Later, as a steakhouse and bar during the '80s and '90s, the property was no stranger to conflict. According to local stories, a fight once escalated to murder when a man thrown through a window retaliated with a rock.
While some deaths are on record, many others have lived on only through rumor and whisper—often more reliable in a small town than official accounts.
The Call
We were contacted by Midge and Norm, the current homeowners, who had been experiencing unsettling phenomena. Midge reported hearing disembodied voices, witnessing floating brown orbs, and hearing a man coughing in the bathroom. She also has “the sight,” and was deeply affected by daily events. Norm, while less sensitive, remained curious and open.
The Walkthrough
One strange element emerged even before entering: I found it hard to visually register the building unless I looked directly at it. As bizarre as it sounds, I later learned this wasn’t uncommon among those who approached the station.
Inside, the energy was immediate. The air was unseasonably chilly despite the warm, sunny day and the lack of air conditioning. Walking from room to room felt like passing through overlapping energy fields—sometimes even different timelines. Dizzy spells hit without warning. Certain spots, like my lower back, would suddenly feel ice-cold while the rest of my body felt normal.
In the kitchen, my vision briefly warped as if looking through water. When I returned from a short trip outside, I instinctively stepped up into the doorway—except the floor was flat. My body remembered a step that wasn’t there.
The Investigation Begins
Midge greeted us with a curious report: just minutes before we arrived, she had heard voices outside and gone to greet us—only to find no one there.
Stranger still, the perpetually cold home was sweltering. Temperatures spiked over 100°F in some rooms. We confirmed it with our sensors. For a house that rarely needed air conditioning, it was an anomaly.
We set up an EMF light circle in the living room and started a PSB spirit box session. A team entered the bathroom—formerly the station’s exit to the parking lot—to contact the coughing man. Oddly, where spirits once chatted freely, they now fell silent.
Spirit Communication
Still, the spirits made their presence known. While we chatted in the living room, the EMF lights would blink in response to our conversation—not to yes or no questions, but as if they simply wanted to participate.
Meanwhile, another team in the kitchen made direct contact with a young girl named Kate, who was looking for her father. Through spirit communication, we helped reconnect them. Departed friends of the homeowners also dropped by for brief interactions.
There and Gone Again
Portals, Shadows, and Hobgoblins
Dowsing rods and compass readings confirmed areas of anomalous energy inside and outside the house—likely portals. These zones aligned with our temperature spikes and irregular compass behavior.
We captured a shadow figure standing in the bathroom when no one was present, and in the next frame, it was gone. Outside, a white shape appeared near a portal and vanished just as quickly. White misty forms were seen marching down the road, as though a spectral troop still haunted the Pass.
Later that night, Midge spotted a white shadow crouching in her bedroom. Several investigators witnessed it as well. The entity matched the description of a hobgoblin—a mischievous but non-malevolent household spirit.
Closing Thoughts
The White Flash Station is more than haunted. It’s an active, layered energy nexus—complete with portals, overlapping timelines, and entities both residual and intelligent.
Pinning down exactly who or what we encountered was never the point. Our job was to validate what Midge and Norm had been experiencing. And we did.
Paranormal investigations rarely match what you see on TV. Hours of quiet, brief moments of wonder, and rarely any terror. But it’s always fascinating. Always humbling. Always worth it.
Stay safe. Stay respectful. Keep your heart open.
*Names changed to protect the homeowners' privacy.
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