Unraveling the Dark Secrets of the Shanghai Tunnels: A Personal Account

Recently, I stumbled upon a disturbing discovery related to the infamous Shanghai Tunnels beneath Portland, and I feel compelled to share my experience. This is not a lighthearted tale; it’s a serious warning for anyone tempted to explore these tunnels without fully understanding their history and potential dangers.

A Journey into History

My fascination with the Shanghai Tunnels began during my research for a documentary. Living nearby, I had always heard chilling stories about individuals disappearing under dubious circumstances—victims of drugging in bars, only to be dragged underground and sold into an unknown fate. While many regard these tales as mere urban legends or tourist traps, I dug deeper and uncovered alarming truths.

In recent years, several people have gone missing around Old Town—a place infamous for its dark past. Allow me to share a few names that caught my attention:

• Jason M.: A college student who vanished in 2020, last seen near the now-closed Hobo’s Bar.
• Rachelle D.: An advocate for the unhoused, who disappeared in 2021. Strangely, her phone was discovered abandoned beneath the Burnside Bridge.
• Dillon: A name I spotted on a half-torn flyer in 2023, detailing a disturbing missing person incident.

These cases were just the tip of the iceberg.

The Quest for the Truth

My curiosity led me to examine the entrances of the tunnels using Google Street View. What I found was astonishing—hidden in plain sight, these entrances resemble old cellar doors or vents. As I scoured the images, a recurring motif emerged: graffiti depicting a blue butterfly. Initially, I dismissed it as mere art, but the frequency and consistency of its appearance near these entrances piqued my interest.

Compelled to investigate further, I chose one entrance to explore, despite my growing apprehension.

The Descent

On a rain-soaked day, I located the entrance I had seen online. Although it appeared sealed, the boards were loose enough to access. Upon entering, I immediately noticed a significant change in the air—frigid and heavy, laden with the scent of rust and wet wood. I felt an ominous presence enveloping me.

Following the spirals I had noticed, which were marked in yellow and orange chalk, I ventured deeper. The spirals were omnipresent, spiraling