THE HAUNTED BEDROOMS

 

This is going to be lengthy, which can’t be helped. The place has been haunted for over a hundred years—there’s lots to tell. Please go to a quiet place, put on some creepy background music and take this all in. This is my life.

The bedrooms in this house have seen plenty: Births. Deaths. Illnesses. Injury. Accidents. Trauma. Tragedy. It is little wonder there are spiritual imprints throughout, manifesting paranormally.

In the 1800’s, there were no nearby hospitals or funeral homes or morgues. The business of being born and dying took place at home. If you needed surgery, it was done here in the house. In fact, that’s how my great-great-grandfather, Simeon died. The doctor removed his gallbladder right in my kitchen on the table, I kid you not. Not long after, he developed an infection and within a few days, died in one of the bedrooms I talk about below.

Between the time I was born (1970) to the time we moved into this house (1974/75-ish), we visited my grandmother here pretty often. Being so young, I only remember bits and pieces of some of those visits. I don’t recall being creeped out by the house at that time or even imagined there were ghosts in it, as I probably didn’t even know what a real ghost was at that point. Plus they could distract me with cookies when we visited. We lived in a non-haunted house about 20 minutes away and the only thing scary in it was the boogey monster my older brother often teased me about and assured me would come whisk me away some night. That was enough to scare me but I never once thought about ghosts. Just that boogey monster, which incidentally, he convinced me was real.

But I am sure this house was indeed haunted back then when my grandmother lived in it as my mother had paranormal experiences in the house throughout her childhood, starting from the time she was a baby in the 1930’s. If my grandmother ever saw or heard anything when she lived here alone, no one ever told me about it. However, I doubt there were NO ghosts around for those 40 years. Generally, once a place is haunted, it stays haunted unless some serious ghostbusting takes place.

The main activity after we moved in was primarily from the upstairs bedrooms. I was an observant child and didn’t miss much. As most kids do, I spent a fair amount of my time in my bedroom. It wasn’t long after we settled in that I realized what a ghost was because it was clear we had them.

I would often hear my mother talk about unexplained mysterious things that happened here, from the time she was a little girl. I hung on her every word, even at 5 years old. I was very interested, but quite scared at the same time. One of the first stories I recall listening to her tell was how the rocking chair rocked by itself in the middle of the night in the kitchen, when she was asleep upstairs, the sound of which woke her up. I realized the same rocking chair was in MY bedroom upstairs. Did I ask my parents to take that haunted chair out of my room? No, I did not. Did they think it was a bad idea to have the chair in their 5 year old kid’s room in a haunted house? No they did not.

I just hoped with all my might, and probably tossed a few prayers in to God now and then, that I would not at any time see or hear that rocking chair rocking by itself.

I never did.

That rocking chair is the oldest item in this house. My great-great-grandfather brought it here from his previous residence when he was about to build our house in 1871. It is unlikely that it was brand new at that time so I would ballpark its age at between 155-200 years old. It was written about by Vernon Oickle in his book, Even More Ghost Stories of Nova Scotia. Be sure to check that gem out, if you haven’t already.

Without further adieu, I give you the known haunted activity in the bedrooms of our house, categorized by room. I will attempt to keep the incidents concise for ease of reading. I can’t confidently say one bedroom is more haunted than another. They have all seen their fair share of unexplained paranormal activity, and still do today.

 The Blue Room

This is now an office/computer room and nicknamed the blue room because of its color. This is the room that was my bedroom as a child, and then my child’s room when we stayed here for a bit when he was young.

The following happened to me as a child in that room:

When I was around 9, I went to bed one night. After laying there a few minutes, a very frantic loud banging started on the wall that adjoins to another bedroom. You would have sworn someone was in that other room, swinging a hammer at the wall. I knew no one was in there. I was the only person upstairs at that time. I leapt out of bed and ran down the stairs as fast as my legs would carry me and told my parents there was NO WAY I was spending the night up there. They let me sleep in their bed that night.

When my son was 5, he slept in the blue room for about 3 years. Several strange things began to happen right from the get-go.

One the first night, the nightlight I had put in an outlet, mysteriously ended up on top of his dresser. This went on every night for 2 weeks. I would always find it there when I checked on him before going to bed myself and I’d have to plug it back in. I finally told the ghosts to knock it off and leave it alone, which they complied with.

One day Scott announced to me that someone had been tucking him in at night, not long after I had tucked him in. There was no one else around—only his grandmother who could no longer climb stairs. I asked him what was happening and he said every night after he shut his eyes, he would feel someone’s hand on his back, as if they were making sure he was covered up. He knew I had already done that and verbally said goodnight and that this second time it was not me. Being 5, he was too scared to turn his head to look. But this went on for quite some time.

My teenage nephew used that room for his bedroom for awhile. One night while talking to his girlfriend via webcam, she asked him who the little boy in the room with him was. There was no one else in the house, except his grandmother, downstairs. He couldn’t explain why she was seeing a child on the camera as he assumed he was alone in the bedroom.

Never assume.

Another nephew of mine slept in that room on occasion when he visited. When he was 5 or 6, he awoke to find my long-dead grandmother standing by his bed.

In 2023, three days before my mother passed away, I heard the all-too-common mysterious paranormal event known as the forerunner (usually 3 knocks or bangs that forewarns of an upcoming death of someone you know). It came from the blue room.

More recently in the blue room, there was the mysterious thumbtacks incident. I wrote briefly of this on my Facebook group, but to sum it up, I heard a slapping noise on my desk and then immediately afterward 2 thumbtacks materialized out of nowhere and fell onto the desk.

Yesterday in the blue room, I told my ghosts we had quite a bit of work to get done and it would be nice if they helped. I then went downstairs for 2 minutes. When I came back, the lights had been shut off. Nothing else, just the overhead lights. It wasn’t a power flicker. Nothing else in the room or house was affected. No- they didn’t help with the workload, either.

  

The Largest Bedroom

Across the hall is the biggest of the bedrooms. Over the years depending on who has been staying here, it is sometimes empty and sometimes occupied. After moving here in the 70’s, I remember hearing my mother tell people that my brother was in this bedroom one afternoon when he witnessed the door that goes into the attic open and close and then a few seconds later the door to the hallway opened and closed, as if someone had passed through. No one was visible. She assumed it was the ghost of an old relative by the name of Silas, as he used to take his lantern from the kitchen and go up the back staircase that leads into the attic and he would open that first bedroom door and pass through to get to his bedroom.

Another one of my brothers reported to our mother than when he was a teenager and that was his room, he saw a girl with long dark here in there.

Around 2003, my husband and I were staying at the house for awhile and this was our bedroom. We witnessed many unexplained things during that time but specifically in that bedroom, the following occurred:

One night we had gotten into bed and had only been laying there a moment when we could hear someone walking around in the room, not because of footsteps but because you could hear clothes swishing back and forth like the noise long old fashioned dresses would make. It was pitch black dark in that room so nothing could be seen but I remember whispering to him, Do you hear that? And he said, yes he did. We listened for a moment and then he turned on a lamp but we could not see anything to explain what we heard.

It was also around this time we discovered a hoof print shape burned into that bedroom carpet. There was only one and it appeared suddenly one night, right inside the door. It was not there when we went to sleep but was there when we woke up. There is no other way to describe it. It looked just like a hoof of some animal. And when you felt the carpet, it was definitely burned right in. Over the next few days, we had about six people look at it. No one could explain it. Even stranger, a few days later it started to fade away and then it was just gone. So while this is not ghost related in the traditional sense, it is definitely on the paranormal radar.

There was also one night I was asleep in that room, when my door was pushed open. This woke me up and I looked to see who was there and in the soft nightlight of the hallway stood a child. Not my child but a child nonetheless. He giggled at me and turned and ran out into the hall. I got up and followed, logically thinking, okay maybe it is my son and he could fall down the stairs. Once I stepped into the hall, he was gone. I proceeded to my son’s room who was fast asleep in his bed. I slept with my lamp on the rest of the night.

My son and his wife also used this as their bedroom for a couple of years. On more than one occasion they would come home and find the door leading into the large walk in attic unlocked, knowing full well it was locked when they left. They also witnessed the other door that leads into the hallway opening by itself.

The most recent incident that I am aware of in this bedroom is the ghostly rappings on the walk in closet door. From the INSIDE. I spoke about this when I was guest speaker at Vernon Oickle’s book talk last fall. I had to. It was pretty creepy and it had just happened recently at that point. Like most stuff you are reading, it is also elsewhere on the blog but I’d be doing a disservice if I didn’t mention it again here.

Basically, I was putting laundry away and had a pile I laid on the bed. The large walk in closet door was closed. Just as I was about to open the door and grab some hangers, a very large single bang came from the inside of that closet door. I paused because hey….the place is haunted. There was no one actually IN the closet so what else could I think, besides ghost? The only other thing it could be would be a mouse and if it can bang like that, I don’t want to see it.

So I opened the door because the laundry is not going to put itself away. I didn’t see anything. I put the clothes away and that was that until a week or so later I decided I was going to sleep in that room because Shaun seemed to be coming down with a cold I didn’t want to catch. I had just closed my eyes when the same bang from before hit the inside of that closet door again.

I retreated back to my room to go sleep.

Presently, Shaun intends for us to remodel this bedroom and have it become our bedroom someday. He only thinks this because he has only spent a few nights in it and nothing odd happened. I know better and have not agreed to this idea.

 

Our Current Bedroom

When we moved in, we decided that the bedroom my mother always called the “spare bedroom” would be ours until such time I could be convinced to move over to the bigger bedroom I just told you about. Although plenty of spirit activity has taken place in this room spanning many years, I didn’t hesitate because I really like that room. It has such a cozy vibe for some reason. However, after I dump the arsenal of ghostly encounters from that room on you, you will wonder how I ever get to sleep in there.

Back in the mid 80-s to early 90’s, it was just me and my one brother and my mom living at the house. Our mom had the downstairs bedroom, my brother had the larger upstairs bedroom and I had the blue room. As I previously mentioned, the blue room and the spare bedroom (presently my bedroom) share a wall. Back in those days, if anyone stayed the night, they were offered the spare bedroom to sleep in, although friends sometimes declined the offer, knowing the history of the house. Other than that, it wasn’t used much. During my teen years, we noticed an interesting thing had started to happen in that unused bedroom. The bed would never stay made. My mother would keep the room neat and tidy constantly but if you happened to peek in there out of curiosity, usually you would find the bed quite disheveled. Sometimes the pillows would be reversed. By that, I mean my mother wouldn’t dream of making a bed and having the wrong end of the pillow cases facing out yet a lot of the times when the bed was messed up, that’s exactly how they would be. On one such occasion to try to figure out what was going on, she asked me if I had had a boyfriend in there. I still laugh at this because I had my own room and had no intention of taking anyone into one of the most haunted areas of the house.

I tried to go in there as little as possible because of the paranormal activity in question. I was not as brave then as I am now.

Years later when my mother lived alone, the bed was still getting messed up on a regular basis and we would check it out when we came to visit. We even put a lock on the door to keep the cat out (just in case, but a whole gaggle of cats couldn’t wreck a nicely made bed to the extent that this was happening), but the activity continued.

My sister in law had spent a few nights in that room after she married my brother. One particular night in question was her last. While attempting to go to sleep late one night, she heard the doorknob being turned and rattling. She swore she’d never sleep here again and never has.

As mentioned previously on the blog, it is a well-known fact my grandmother is one of our ghostly inhabitants. As well as being spotted in the blue room, she has been seen in this bedroom twice after her death; once by my aunt in the middle of the night (she awoke to find my grandmother standing by the bed with her arms outstretched towards her) and another time by my young nephew who just assumed the lady he saw sitting on the bed petting the cat was a visitor. He went to ask my mother who he had just seen and old photographs positively identified her as my grandmother who had died long before.

I have had a few unexplained things happen in there over the last 3 years. It was the room I heard my mom call out my name in, about a month after she died. I was wake. It was loud and clear. It was definitely her voice. I couldn’t see her or anything weird, though. The phantom cigarette smoke was detected in there a couple of weeks ago. And then there was the time last year when I was reading in bed and felt the very distinct sensation of someone lightly blowing cold air on my arm. The window was not open. There was no fan on. Just prior to that, I could hear odd noises in the room, like someone moving around. The blowing air sensation lasted a few seconds, then was gone.

I always look for the sensible answer before stamping “ghost” on things. I have to. It is my nature to ask questions and determine why something happened, what reasonably could be happening here. There’s things that happen and turn out to not be a ghost often. I don't tell you about those because that’s just every day life.

And of course, just because I tell you something unexplained happened here, that’s not the same as showing you the evidence of ghosts. And yes, we have evidence.

If this is your first time reading this blog, previous hard evidence includes: disembodied voices on audio recordings and spirits captured in pictures.

The hallway that adjoins these bedrooms has also been the site of lots of paranormal shenanigans. While I won’t get into that all over again, you can find it written about on the blog.

 

The Downstairs Bedroom

As mentioned at the beginning of this post, Simeon Joudrey died in this room following his at-home gallbladder removal. This was a main bedroom back when he built the house, though. And because it was on the main floor, for ease of use and close to the kitchen, many children in the family were born in this bedroom also, including my mother.

Later it became my grandmother’s bedroom and eventually my mother’s. She reported a lot of unexplained activity in that room over the years. I cannot tell you the number of times she told me something would move the sliding cubby doors of her headboard when she was in bed reading or attempting to fall asleep.

In 1982, she awoke one night to find an Asian woman in a kimono standing beside her bed. This was definitely not a burglar as when my mother screamed upon seeing her, the mysterious  woman vanished into thin air. She was not asleep and dreaming at the time.

And then there was the train noise that would come barreling through her bedroom on certain nights at bed time. By “train noise” I mean she had a child’s toy stored on a shelf in her bedroom as she used to babysit a lot of children. It was a blue plastic train-shaped toy and it would make the sound of a loud train moving down the tracks when you pressed a button.

On more than one occasion, this toy would start up all on its own. Not something you want to hear late at night in your haunted house.

On her bed in that room, on multiple occasions, she felt her cat on the bed with her. Normally, this would be a good thing for most people. The only issue is, the cat had been dead for quite some time. Yet, there he was…his weight pressing down on the blanket and she could hear him purring.

That bedroom is now our laundry room. I have not noticed anything unexplained happening in there, unless you count the disappearance of socks, but pretty sure that happens to everyone and ghosts aren’t to blame.

 For further reading about our haunting and the last post about my cigarette addicted ghost:

THE SMOKING GHOST

 

 And this will take you to other weirdness happening around Nova Scotia, from yours truly:

https://nspenewsletter.blogspot.com/

 

THE SMOKING GHOST

 

The last ghostly activity I wrote about was on my Facebook page on March 25^th, at which time I had heard a thumping noise on my desk and immediately afterward, some thumb tacks materialized out of thin air and landed on the desk. It was a brief write-up, as it was a fairly quick incident. I was home alone at the time and have no other explanation for it. It sounds crazy but that’s what happened. What other conclusion can one draw when this type of thing happens in a pretty haunted house?

That morning, I had invited them to do something and/or show themselves as they had been too quiet for my liking lately. They are often compliant—they stop making noise when I ask them to—so on March 25 I guess they heard my invitation and voila—noise and mysterious thumb tacks.

I find this type of ghostly incident especially intriguing because it’s interactive in the present time and not something residual. It is proof of a ghost’s existence; that a ghost can think and understand, exude a level of intelligence and act on it by manipulating and moving things, and making sound. The thumping noise on the desk (which sounded exactly like someone slapping their hand down on it) followed by 2 tacks dropping on the desk was a real in-the-moment event. Whichever entity is responsible for it, wanted to make contact. With me. It wanted me to know it was in the room at that exact moment.

Many of the haunted events in my house over the years fall into this category. They are not a case of a wayward spirit passing through oblivious to any living person in the house (although that has happened plenty of times, too). Those occurrences are like a replaying of a past event and the ghost in question does not interact with anyone.

April is shaping up to be pretty active ghost-wise, if the following incidents are any indication.

On April 1, I was in our bedroom upstairs straightening up. I had left a few things downstairs on the dining room table I wanted to put away. I heard footsteps come up about the first 6 stairs, clear as a bell, and called out to Shaun (who I assumed was now coming upstairs) to grab my things from the dining room and bring them up. The footsteps stopped. He didn’t answer me which was quite unusual. So I called his name again. No reply. No footsteps. My bedroom door is positioned so that you can look right down onto the staircase so I stepped out into the hall to look. Shaun was not there and at that point I could hear him moving some dishes around downstairs in the kitchen.

I went downstairs at that point to grab the forgotten items I meant to take up in the first place and asked Shaun if he had just been coming up the stairs. He assured me he had not left the kitchen.

Don’t blame Winston the cat, either. He is pretty light on his feet and although you can hear him on the stairs, he sounds absolutely nothing like an adult.

The following two days, April 2 & 3, I had been getting a few strong whiffs of cigarette smoke throughout the house, mostly in the living room, our bedroom and a little bit in the dining room.

It was not present all the time; just now and then for a few minutes. The longest I smelled it was April 3 late at night when I was in bed reading. It lasted the better part of an hour. It was strong enough that it prompted me to buy an extra can of Febreze to have on hand. Neither of us smoke. You also cannot blame Winston for this one. He quit smoking ten years ago.

‘Ahhhh but you have woodstoves, hence a smoke smell’---that’s what you’re thinking now. Ahhh but we don’t. We removed them and now have two pellet stoves. They have pretty much no smell other than the smell of the pellets themselves which is very mild and unnoticeable most of the time and smell nothing like smoke.

Odd unaccounted-for odors go hand in hand with a haunted house and is as widely reported as kitchen cupboard doors being flung open all on their own. This is not the first time unusual or sudden smells have just come out of nowhere in our house. It has been happening off and on for many years. Here are just a few examples:

~My mother thoroughly cleaned her china cabinet every Spring. Every single time she did it, she could smell her mother’s perfume, who was long dead.

~My mother and I once smelled a horribly musty odor simultaneously in the living room one evening for about 15 minutes.

~Following one Ouija board session years ago, the scent of roses filled the room.

 The evening of April 4 was also not without incident. Shaun had gone to bed and Winston and I were in the living room watching tv. Our bedroom is directly overhead of the living room. Midway through the evening, I heard several quite heavy footsteps upstairs coming directly from the bedroom. It lasted maybe about 20 seconds; someone was clearly walking around with really heavy steps. I just assumed Shaun was getting up. I didn’t even think to blame a ghost as Shaun was actually in the room the footsteps were coming from. The steps stopped at that point. There were no more from the bedroom, hallway or coming down the stairs. Again I assumed Shaun had gotten out of bed for some reason, then went back to bed. About an hour later, he did get up and come downstairs and after telling him what I had heard, he assured me he absolutely had not gotten out of bed for any reason and walked around, as he was dead asleep—no pun intended. I pointed out he likely slept while some entity was in the bedroom walking around. Oh well, this probably happens more times that we realize.

Fast forward to April 13^th. I was working from home with the bedroom/office door about ¾ closed. The house was quiet and I was deep in thought over a work file, when I clearly heard light tapping on the door. Picture someone knocking, but with only their fingertip---that type of sound. I said, “Winston?”, although that was a dumb thought as he doesn’t have fingertips and also doesn’t knock, or tap. The tapping stopped. The door didn’t open. No cat appeared. So I walked over and opened the door to see what exactly was tapping on the door.

Couldn’t see anything.

Considering all the previous and recent activity, I call ‘ghost’ on that one.

If there are only two people and a cat in a house and none of them tapped on the door, what other conclusion is there?

I still regret not grabbing my phone and taking some pictures of the area because lots of times spirits appear in pictures when they aren’t visible to the naked eye.

I watch Paranormal Survivor a lot (which I wholeheartedly recommend by the way) and I am always amazed that the victims don’t have pictures of the completely obscure and terrifying crap that happens to them. Everyone is glued to their phone practically 24/7 these days but Satan has blood dripping down your walls and you didn’t take a pic? But now I get it…sometimes, you just don’t think, Hey, I better try to get a picture. You just don’t for various reasons. I would assume it’s mainly because people are just too freaked out in the moment to think straight and aren’t thinking about obtaining evidence, unfortunately.

So it seems that presently I have a smoking ghost walking around in my house who was trying to get my attention by dropping thumbtacks on my desk and tapping at my office door. Or it’s 4 different ghosts. Who knows? They can make their presence known all they want (after all, they lived here first) because it’s too damn quiet without them.

Update on investigation: If you’ve been reading the blog, you know that last fall we had a team of professional investigators come over so they could check out an authentically haunted house. They have miles of footage to pore over but have  given me a sneak peek into some of it in which voices, shadows and weird knocks have been captured by them. Of course, when I receive all of the evidence, there will be an entire blog post devoted solely to the investigation results and you can see (and hear) for yourself the proof of life after death.

As we just had the 114th anniversary of the tragic sinking of the Titanic, here is a previously written post about ..you guessed it: the Titanic ghosts:

SLIPPING BELOW THE SURFACE: REAL GHOSTS OF THE TITANIC

The Ghostly Activity Continues

 

Our homestead ghosts have been unbelievably quiet lately. Maybe they are lurking about without being noticed or have vacated to a warmer climate this time of year. So I don’t have much to report on since the last blog post in November 2025, except for a couple of incidents that were rather interesting.

Incidentally, we now have a ghost cam running continually in our large walk-in attic which is known to be an active area. I can check in on it any time and I am hoping with all my might that something materializes on camera but no luck so far. There were previous times when I would be in the kitchen and no one was upstairs and I could hear someone walking overhead. Now I can immediately check the camera on my phone and see if ghostly evidence is presenting itself. Fingers crossed for that.

The first recent incident occurred upstairs one day in early January of this year when I happened to be home alone. I was in the bedroom mid-afternoon and Winston was with me curled up in his bed. The bedroom door was half closed. The house was quiet—no tv or music on. Very clearly from the hallway, I heard a sighing sound coming from just outside my bedroom. It was definitely a female-sounding sigh. No footsteps. No floorboards creaking. Just a very weary sigh. I looked at Winston who was looking at me, alarmed, as he is pretty bright and gets concerned when he knows it is just the two of us but suddenly sounds indicate we are no longer alone. I went over to the door, half hoping the spectre of an 1800s-era former resident would be in my upstairs hallway. But no. Nothing could be seen and there were no more sighs or voices of any kind.

Life went on. We have been constantly renovating the haunted homestead for almost 3 years now. Something somewhere is either torn apart or undergoing refinishing or replacement at any given time. A few weeks ago I decided it was high time to makeover the built in china cabinet in the dining room. If you follow me on Facebook, you probably saw the pictures of the before and after and if you read the comments, I did briefly mention the ghostly encounter I had when starting this project.

My mother’s, grandmother’s and great-grandmother’s antique dishes are kept in this cabinet. The main claim to fame of this cabinet is that during the Halifax Explosion in 1917, my grandmother reported that the dishes rattled from the force of the blast which was about 100 kms away. One cannot talk about the china cabinet without getting that little interesting fact in there.

Over the years, my mother often talked about smelling her mother’s perfume whenever she would take the dishes out to give it a good yearly cleaning. So I guess there is some attachment to the cabinet and the antique dishes by previous generations.

Obviously the first step in the cabinet restoration was to pack up all of the fragile antique dishes and stow them away temporarily. I had cardboard boxes and vast amounts of paper in which to wrap each item and one Saturday in January I started packing them up. I had put quite a dent into the packing and had laid the last delicate drinking glass in a box and was about to move onto the plates, when I stopped to step away into the kitchen for a moment. I was gone no more than two minutes.

Imagine my surprise when I came back to continue and one of the previously-packed glasses was now standing up on top of my fireplace mantle, with the wrapping paper half hanging off it. I know without a doubt I didn’t put it there. I was methodically taking a glass, wrapping it and putting it straight into the box. But there it was.

I thanked whoever was trying to help from the afterlife but also explained they were doing the opposite of what should be done and the glasses should actually stay in the box.

Nothing else transpired after that. When the cabinet was finished and it was time to put the glasses and dishes back again, no one showed up to help. Typical.

I have two “semi” updates to provide on previous blog posts.

If you recall, in February of 2025. I had reported about how a bag of stuff and a cup of coffee both disappeared into thin air. Due to previous incidents where things disappeared and sometimes reappeared we attributed this to ghostly activity. It is now one year later and neither item has come back.

You can read about that incident here: LINK

 Secondly, in November 2025, I had written about a team of investigators (Nova Paranormal Research) who have visited several times in attempts to capture audio or video evidence of our haunting. You can read that post here:  LINK

They were quite successful but are still reviewing their vast amount of footage. The final results of the investigation will be presented in the near future so stay tuned for that. Please ensure you follow the group Facebook page so you don’t miss any future posts!

NSPE Newsletters

So a Relative and Her Deceased Grandmother Walk Into a Psychic Medium’s Office…

This post is a little bit different from what I usually write about. This time I am going to take you down a different paranormal rabbit hole. You’re probably tired of reading about yet another one of the unexplained noises in my house or how I blamed a ghost for taking my belongings again.

This is not something that happened to me directly or occurred in my haunted house but I definitely need to get it out there for obvious reasons you are about to see. I have been sitting on it for about two years and only a handful of family members and a couple of close friends know what I am about to tell you.

So for those of you wanting something a little different but still related to the afterlife and the world of the paranormal, I give you the following:

I would very much like to preface this post by briefly telling you my thoughts on psychic mediums. This is integral to what you are about to read so bear with me.

There are generally two kinds of people: those that believe some people have psychic ability and those that declare it impossible. Then there’s me, who camps out somewhere in the middle of those two. The reasons I am in the middle are quite simple:

1.     I have visited a reputed real psychic two times. She was the fortune-telling kind of psychic, not the “let’s talk to your dead relatives” psychic-medium kind. The first time was purely out of fun and curiosity. The second time, because she was just that good (decades-old newspaper articles state she has helped the police solve crimes). Not only did she tell me many things about myself in the present that were true, she also told me much about my past which was also true. And many, but not all, of her future predictions about me have come true. I won’t know she was 100% right about all of it until I am on my deathbed, obviously.

2.     I believe there are people with some degree of psychic and psychic-medium ability. I say “some” because I really don’t think it’s possible for those people to be tuned in to those abilities at the rate the popular tv shows want you to believe. The Teresa Caputos, the John Edwards, the Tyler Henrys of the world are on tv for one reason: to make their networks money. The footage of them doing their thing is extremely edited for time and ratings. You may see them claim to contact people’s deceased relatives with eerie accuracy but you will never see all the times they missed it, all the times they got nowhere, all the times they struck out sitting there in front of their disappointed subjects while the crickets chirp. That wouldn’t make for a very good show (although personally I’d love to see those parts) from the perspective of the producers and networks. I don’t doubt some of those people have some ability to talk to people’s dead grandmas. I just don’t believe it is constantly ongoing for them and that they hit the mark every time like they portray or claim to be able to do. But tv shows are a big business so they have to churn out something that audiences will watch.

 The most important reason I am precariously perched in the middle of believing and not believing is because I have done it myself—had contact with the spirit of  a deceased person that is. Does that make me a psychic medium? No, it certainly doesn’t. I couldn’t be further from that, although it seems like something I would quite enjoy.

But it does prove that contact between the dead and living is absolutely possible, with or without a medium as a conduit. I have proven this a handful of times and written about it on the blog when interaction with a spirit took place, either involving myself or someone else in my house.

Which brings me to the point of this post, finally.

There are several ways a spirit can make contact with the living. I talk about them often on this blog. As we all know, they can just show up, or speak to you, come to you in a dream, or even call on the phone. It happens.

Or they hit up a psychic medium and communicate to you, through them.

 In 2023, my mother had passed away and our family members were trying to navigate our way throughout that whole process and our somewhat new lives without her.

A few months went by. As Christmas was on the horizon, my son, Scott had the creative idea to gather many of his beloved grandmother’s handwritten favorite recipes and organize them into a book, which he had printed for many of our family members. He included pictures of her in her kitchen baking and pictures of her house. It was such a beautiful idea and we all loved the finished product very much. He had given us our copies about 2 weeks prior to Christmas.

Also around this time, my niece, Emma had decided to have a Christmas ornament made for her father, with her grandmother’s picture on it. She knew he would love to have something personal and meaningful related to his mother. She had ordered it but had not received it yet. She told no one about this ornament, except her boyfriend who lived in another province.

Emma had not put anything on social media regarding the cookbook or ornament.

A short time before Christmas, Emma made an appointment with a psychic medium she had heard about. She was curious and excited about the upcoming reading as this particular lady was renowned for being accurate with an uncanny ability. Missing her grandmother terribly, she hoped she would come through in the reading and make contact. In fact, the night before the appointment, Emma talked to her grandmother and asked her if she was capable of making contact, to talk about the cookbook. Then she would know this was absolutely the real deal—that the psychic medium was genuine, and that her grandmother was absolutely making contact from the beyond. A collection of recipes bound and printed into a hardcover book is not something that anyone would just guess at.

Afterwards, Emma contacted me to tell me what had transpired.

As it turns out, when Emma sat down with the medium, one of the first things she said to Emma was something along the lines of, “Your grandmother is coming through. She passed recently.” Her presence was strong and happy, laughing and talkative.

Then the medium said, “And she loves the cookbook.”

The medium also told Emma that her grandmother wanted to mention that there was an important cake recipe that did not get included in the book.

(Later, a few us wondered which recipe she meant. She had probably hundreds written down and saved so we can’t be sure).

The medium also revealed that my mother wanted to convey that she loved the Christmas ornament that Emma was having made for her father.

Rightfully so, Emma was shocked, delighted and knowing her as I do, she probably had the hair on the back of her neck standing up as she was told all of these things.

There were other confirmed statements relayed by my mother (Emma’s grandmother) through the medium that day that one hundred percent solidified the fact that the entire session was completely legit. Emma was also told about a few other personal things concerning her nanny that very few would know and were not public knowledge, which she later confirmed with her father to be true.

This post is not to convince anyone of the validity of psychic mediums. If you want that verification, you could always go to one and see for yourself.

This post is to inform you that spirits sometimes want to communicate with us in whichever way they choose and often that means communicating through a capable third party.

It’s just that simple. Let’s not over-complicate it.

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Evidence Captured

 

Often, when my mom and I would discuss the paranormal activity in the house, she would mention that she thought it occurred in cycles. That is, several things would happen for a few weeks, then it would quiet down for awhile and then start up again. This went on for many many years. And still does.

In hindsight, I doubt the “cycle” of activity is technically true and it’s probably more of a case of we, the living, not noticing every haunted event that happens. This can be for a multitude of reasons such as: we aren’t paying attention all the time, we aren’t home all the time, we aren’t in the same room or within earshot when things happen, just to name a few reasons. On the other hand, no place is haunted every minute of every day. Ghosts do what they want when they want. There is no schedule. It is random. They come and go.

Having said that, as I mentioned on a previous post, I am not noticing paranormal activity in the house at the rate I used to, most likely due to the fact that I am now home  less often. I am going to the office part time now. So while it has been quieter, ghost-wise, lately some very interesting things have happened within the last few weeks.

Also as previously mentioned, I have become acquainted with a team of local paranormal investigators. They have done a 3 part investigation at our house and shared some of their findings with us. In the near future, I will be provided with all the investigation details once they wrap it all up. This was purely done out of curiosity on my part, to see what could be captured by people with the proper equipment who know what they are doing. Of course we know the house is haunted but obtaining some video or audio footage from the afterlife was my goal. My ghosts did not disappoint on the occasions the team had visited. A future blog post will entail everything encompassing the entire investigation so stay tuned for that.

However, I do want to provide a peek into what happened when Nova Paranormal Research (Tom and Isaiah) had visited.

I want to preface this by saying it is one thing to know your house is haunted but very difficult to nail down some concrete evidence of a haunting. It is difficult because ghosts aren’t prone to posing for pictures. And if you hear one, by the time you get something to record with, the activity may very well be over. I have done it a few times in the past through photography and an accidental audio recording and the more of that you have, the closer you are to connecting with the afterlife and the closer you are to contributing to solving one of life’s greatest mysteries: what happens to us after we die? There are people who say there are no such things as ghosts, spirit activity, or an afterlife. You may be one of them. I know people who have SEEN ghosts who still shrug it off.

There is a high probability that the spirit world exists in a different realm or dimension. Why would it exist, you ask? What makes you think it wouldn’t exist, I ask.

Nova Paranormal Research investigated the house in September, October and November.

On the first visit, my pantry proved to be one of the hotspots for picking up weird things. Later when they reviewed their recordings, a conversation could be heard in the pantry between two people. Those present that night were not in the pantry during the recordings. Tom and Isaiah presented the audio recording to me on their return visit.

It is a very clear, obvious conversation, where a young female voice says, “I am done with my food.” Immediately following that, an older female voice replies to her with one word; “Good”.

Hearing a spirit say something is exciting to say the least. I’ve experienced it several times in my life. But to hear a spirit say something and then it’s followed by a response from another spirit is quite something. This is an actual conversation happening between these two. Was it residual, like a playback of a previous day that is imprinted in time when they were alive? Or was it happening the night of the investigation? Either way, that’s some good solid proof of a conversation between two ghosts.

On the third visit, the paranormal team picked up more pantry talk. A camera was rolling, capturing the kitchen, pantry and part of the dining room area. A voice recorder was also on. Some attendees that evening were upstairs doing the investigative thing while myself, Shaun and Tom (the Pro) were in the kitchen. All was quiet. Super quiet. We even removed the batteries from all the ticking clocks in the house to keep everything silent while recording.

Sitting close to the pantry, Tom asked a few questions in that direction, such as who is around, what is your name, that sort of thing in the hopes of getting a response. Imagine our surprise when his final question, How old are you?  was actually answered by some unseen spirit/ghost/entity in the pantry.

A female voice answered: “80”.

Tom looked at me and asked, “Did you just hear that?”

I told him I most definitely did. Shaun also heard it.

We paused everything and played back the audio from the voice recorder, multiple times actually. “80” was the answer over and over.

So now we had a spirit communicating directly with us. A question was asked, and she answered it. Many many times the voices that come through on an EVP recording can only be heard during playback of the audio. It is highly unusual to hear it like you would if you were talking to a live person.

Again, we were pretty excited to have captured this. I tried to think which female member lived to the age of 80 in my house. My mother was 92, my grandmother was 91. The next day, I whipped out the family tree details and discovered my great-great- grandmother, Catherine (Kate) died from a heart attack here in the house when she was 80.

The pantry has had a multitude of paranormal events in it over the years. In 2016, I had written a blog post discussing these. You can read about it here:

The Pantry

 

Not mentioned on that post but also a significant event, quite a few years ago, my mother had several guests over. The kitchen was usually the gathering place, as it was that day. The pantry is just off the kitchen. During this get together, those facing the pantry looked on in bewilderment as a coffee cup hanging on a hook in the pantry suddenly was no longer on the hook and was floating in mid-air for an astonishing amount of time before dropping to the floor.

Another incident I had mentioned on another post last year was the mysterious giant crashing sound I heard one evening that seemed to come from either the kitchen or pantry. I was in the living room but went to investigate what sounded exactly like every one of my pots and pans crashing to the floor. They all sit very securely on solid shelves in the pantry. I don’t have any in the kitchen. I looked around all the areas but could find nothing out of place.

I still can’t say that one room or area of our house is more haunted than the rest. Unexplained things seem to happen all over. However, the pantry has seen its fair share of paranormal activity.

I am very much looking forward to getting the rest of the investigation results. There could be more voices and conversations—I do not know yet. Lots of other things were also captured during the 3 times Tom and Isaiah and their impressive equipment were here. I will relay it all to you in the near future.

This blog post is just a reminder; some houses have ghosts. Yours may not but mine does. If recorded voices of spirit conversations and flat out asking a ghost a question and it giving you the answer doesn’t convince you, maybe you’ll change your mind when I report on the rest of the investigation.

I am not trying to convince you. You can believe in whatever you want. Just know that my house has turned a few skeptics into believers and has caused others to think twice about coming to visit or heaven forbid---spend the night.

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