First some background... I am from Washington state and lived on the coast till I married, my grandparents lived in a very small town called New London it can be found outside of Hoquiam on Highway 101 heading north. My grandmother was a medium and had sitting's each Friday night in my grandparents living room this house was built by my grandfather and Great uncle from a Logging Bunk house it was two stories and had two bedrooms and a one car garage.
My grandfather built (and held several patents) band saws that were used thought out the west coast and Canada in big Saw mills. I believe there are still some of them around. He had a very large machine shop, with office attached, that he made the saws in so he needed a very large driveway for trucks to be able to come and go in, the drive lead up to the house, and was all gravel, so when someone drove in to the driveway there would be no way that you could miss the crunch of the gravel from the tires going over it when it got to the house and at night with the light of 2 big street lights flooding it with light it was very unlikely anyone would be able to get to the house without being seen.
The sittings were not something that you had to pay to be invited to, it was just word of mouth and being there at 7 pm in the evening and staying till it was over.
This took place on a fall evening, I remember that because it was when the sun was setting earlier again, and it was dark before the evening started. There was some 9 maybe 10 people that had come that night, my father and myself included. The hall way light was turned on so that the back of the house was lighted if someone needed to take a break they would not have a problem. The drapes that were over the front window and the side window looking over the deck that lead to the front door was left open to let the light from the street lights come into the living room.
Right at 7:30 the sitting started as any normal Friday night... Two people had come in for just a very short time and it was like there was a lull then from outside we heard a car turn into the driveway and come slowly up the drive and stop right under the window. I wanted to get up and see who it was but my dad shook his head no at me and whispered to sit still.... the engine turned off and first one car door opened then two more opened and closed with the first one you could hear foot steps walking in the gravel then nothing when they walked across the grass to the side walk and then up the wooden stairs and walking across the deck to stop right at the window. My dad got up to go and open the door but looked out the window to see who was there first and stood stock still... my grandfather took one look at him and then turned to look out the front window where the car was at.... or should I say should have been.... there was nothing there.... after what most likely was only a few seconds but felt like a lot longer it was like they seen what they wanted and had turned back around, walked back down the steps and opened the car doors closed them started the engine and backed slowly out of the drive way. Every one of us that night heard the same things we all stood up to watch out the front window... there was nothing there.