Ghost Voice Captured on Video

 

When you have lived in a haunted house for most of your life, one of the hardest things to do is find evidence you can present to people. Like any other mystery, people want proof that what you are telling them is true, especially with something as unusual as a real true full-on haunting.

Our house has been haunted from at least the 1930’s, as my mother often told me about her experiences in the house from the time she was a little girl. If there was paranormal activity before that, she (and I) were not aware. Who’s to say when it all started and what the very first incident was? My mother’s mother never reported anything prior to that so it is really hard to say when it all began. On the other hand, just because something was never talked about, didn’t mean it wasn’t happening.

If you’ve read any of this blog, you are well aware this house has all of the typical characteristics of a haunted house. Ghosts/spirits (and a few other paranormal oddities) have been seen, heard, and felt. We’ve also had phone calls from ghosts. We’ve had things disappear into thin air. We’ve had things return again, usually in very strange places with no explanation. We’ve also had atypical things happen, too, such as phantom cars in our driveway on several occasions, children’s footprints on floorboards when no children lived here, mysterious lights in the backyard and even a visit from a very strange individual that I am convinced was not from this planet. This is just the tip of the iceberg. Please read back through the blog if you want to get a good picture of what has gone on here throughout the years.

 One of the most interesting aspects is that I am not the only person to have experienced the paranormal on our property. There have been plenty of other family members and friends who have had the crap scared out of them here. A few were innocent children who knew nothing about our paranormal history. A few were level headed adults who are still afraid to visit. There are several who would never stay in this house alone for even five minutes, or spend the night.

So I am not alone in experiencing this. I am completely thankful that a lot of other people also experienced some of the same things that I did. Even though I spent most every night of my childhood from the age of 5 on afraid to go to bed because I never knew what was going to transpire that involved the afterlife, there was some relief in the fact that I was not singled out by some weirdo ghosts or entities. Was I glad others saw and heard ghosts? You’re damn right I was. Even a few skeptics turned into paranormal believers after spending some time here.

Another interesting point is the fact that even though most of our family members have experienced some ghostly activity here at some point, there are also a couple who have never encountered anything. There is also at least one person in the family who never experienced anything until last year.

This brings us back to the ‘maybe everyone is not ‘open’ to the whole ghost concept’ theory. I don’t necessarily believe in that. I have known a few people who would give their right arm to encounter a ghost in my house (although I have tried to dissuade those people from offering up any of their favorite appendages just to see my dead grandmother come waltzing down the staircase late at night). I also know believers who have never experienced anything paranormal and it is not for lack of trying on their part. I know believers who were total skeptics until they had an encounter in my house. And I know the few who say, “There are no such things as ghosts”.

To those people, I say, with all due respect: Then what have I been living with (minus the twenty + years I lived elsewhere) for most of my life? What have my siblings, their children, my child, his wife, my mother, my assorted relatives and friends exactly been experiencing under this roof since at least 1930?

As mentioned on other blog posts, they attribute it to 1 of 4 things usually:

1.The house settling.

2. The wind.

3. Vermin, such as mice or squirrels.

4. A wild imagination.

I have written about these, and explained why these are never the reason.

You can re-hash that here:

LINK

 

So back to the point of this particular blog post…

A few months ago I wrote about a very mysterious encounter I had while home alone one day. You can read it here:

LINK

To sum it up, I was home alone working. The cat was asleep on a chair near me. The house was very quiet. The windows were not open. Suddenly, I heard what sounded like hammering on the far end of the house. I went to check it out but could find nothing responsible. Luckily, I recorded it with my phone because I figured very few people would believe me.

A few days ago, completely on a whim, I replayed those videos (there were 3 as each one only recorded for a short time). I wanted to upload the first video in a family Messenger chat so they could hear the mysterious hammering but Messenger was being difficult and would not load the video. I decided to record on my phone IN Messenger from the original video on my computer (by hitting record in Messenger and putting my phone near the computer speaker while the video was playing).

I figured this could shorten the duration of the video somewhat, and I could post it in the Messenger family chat. This was successful. However, when I listened to the playback of this new recording (of the original recording) I noticed a voice just before the end.

A VOICE.

A voice that did not belong to me or the cat and we were the only ones here.

To quote ghost hunters everywhere, I believe my reaction was, “What the f*$# was that?” I replayed it and replayed it and replayed. I pointed it out in the family chat and to a few others I knew who would find this particularly intriguing.

It seems to be a man’s voice, sort of whispery. He seems to be saying, “Listennnnnn”, or possibly some other word followed by “Listennnnnn.”

The voice is NOT on the original recording. This means when I recorded from the original video a few days ago, whoever or whatever, was standing very near to me while I was recording and decided to speak up.

Here is the audio clip—the voice chimes in around the 20-21 second mark. Turn your volume UP and make sure you are in a quiet place:

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There is lots of background recording (white) noise because once again, this is a recording of a recording and that is just the nature of attempting to do that. When I made the original recording, the house was very quiet except for the hammering. When I recorded the second recording the other day, again all was quiet in the house. I was home alone at the time. Earlier that morning, Winston and I both heard a couple of noises in the dining room but we shrugged it off thinking it was probably something ghostly, as usual, and didn’t investigate. If I investigated every single noise I hear, I’d never get any work done.

Right at the beginning of this audio clip, you can hear the hammering/banging. Yes, it is similar to someone knocking on a door but as I have mentioned, I went to the door and even outside around the house and no one was there. Also, it went on for HOURS. In the 3^rd video (not converted to a shorter vid yet), the hammering really gets going and you would swear someone was building an addition on the other end of the house. Yet, in real time, nothing was visible.

Does the voice freak me out? Not really. I find it intriguing. I consider it further proof that spirits and ghosts exist. How is it NOT proof? The thing spoke right into my phone! I would really love to know who it is.

 I consider myself lucky for being able to amateurishly investigate ghosts AND capture a ghost voice on a recording. This is not something that is easily done. Most ghost hunters spend countless days and nights with crazy amounts of equipment trying to achieve what I just did by accident with very simple and basic gadgets. I can’t say if the places they visit have real ghosts or not, but I can say with 100% certainty that my place does.

File this under Proof That Ghosts Exist.

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Interesting Things Found In Our Walls (and updates to our missing household items and more recent paranormal events)

 

Does this look too long? Don’t want to read it?

Summary: my great-great-grandfather built this house.150 years later, we found some interesting items inside the walls. Some other stuff also happened.

Summary too summarized? You better read on.

   As you faithful blog readers know by now, our family homestead was built in 1871. Although I don’t publicly advertise where exactly our house is  located in Nova Scotia, my great-great-grandfather, Simeon, left the community of Northfield (Upper or Lower—I just forget now) with his wife, Kate, their children and their belongings to move to our present community.

Simeon acquired a piece of land on the river, started a sawmill business, built a temporary house right beside it, and in his spare time cut the lumber to build the permanent house I am sitting in right now as I type this.

This was no small feat obviously; those of you who personally know me are aware of the size of the house. The foundation was/is a hand-dug rock lined dirt cellar. When I am in the cellar, I am still astounded it was created with no machinery. Some of those supporting boulders are absolutely gigantic. You think your back hurts…imagine how Simeon felt.

Even though Simeon could not read or write very well, he persevered and with the aid of a local carpenter (as reported by my mother) they built the house and a very large barn on the property. I am exhausted just thinking about all that he accomplished.

Simeon’s wife, Kate, needed a place to bake bread so he built a brick oven into the wall of the kitchen. A few times a week she would come up to the main house and bake her loaves in that oven. We still have that original bake oven but a closet has been built around it since it was first installed. Due to the need for a wood stove in the kitchen now, the wall that prevents you from openly seeing the brick oven cannot be removed without some major rearranging and renovating and rethinking the entire kitchen plan. I recall being a little girl and seeing the brick oven and large brick fireplace beside it and wondering why that was in a closet.

From the time we moved into the house with my elderly grandmother in 1974-1975, I loved poking around in the large walk-in attic upstairs as it was full of old stuff a five year old girl might be interested in: my mother’s porcelain-face dolls from the 1930’s, doll carriages from that era, antique furniture, old clothes (my mother’s wedding dress and my grandmother’s “wedding hat”), ancient books, my ancestors’ creepy belongings and household items. Everything was musty, having sat for at least 30-100 years. No one ever threw anything anyway, for a multitude of reasons: sentimental and financial value or just to preserve as heirlooms. Cobwebs and dust were abundant; spiders had a heyday in that old dark attic.

One of the items Simeon and Kate brought with them was their favorite rocking chair, making it one of the oldest antiques in our house. And since they had it before they even moved here, that makes the chair over 154 years old. It’s still in remarkable condition. It was not used all that much—it was more of a decorative item throughout the years. The ghosts have always seemed to like it. It’s been known to rock all on its own. This has been written about on my blog in older posts.

The first object I remember coming across that was just downright freaky to a five year old (and some adults I know) was an old shoe. My mother told the story of how it belonged to a girl who lived here—a relative from back in the 1800s—who died at a young age from tuberculosis. And now here was her shoe. Her very creepy lace up Little House on the Prairie type of shoe, the leather all wrinkled, the tiny tacks starting to jut out from where it was originally cobbled together, the sole trying to detach. It smelled exactly how you think an antique shoe of this calibre would smell after spending one hundred years in an attic. This was one thing I did not play with, I can assure you. I think MY soul partially detached thinking about this girl who died in our house so long ago.

If I remember correctly, around 1982 or so, my mother decided she needed her kitchen door replaced. My father had died the year before. Luckily, our neighbor was a carpenter so he agreed to do the replacement. It was in the midst of this endeavor that he came across an old coin down inside a wall. It was an 1871 penny. Being knowledgeable about such things, he informed my mother coins were often dropped inside walls of newly constructed houses “back in the day” to date the construction of the house.

There were not a lot of circumstances after that where sections of wall or baseboards had to be removed for repairs. So it was not until within this past year and a half during our in-depth renovation of various rooms that we began to find more-- and much more interesting--things in the walls.

We turned the only downstairs bedroom into a laundry room. During this endeavor, when baseboards were removed, two more shoes were found behind it, just as old and creepy as the first one.

Also found behind that particular baseboard was a small (empty) bottle which I am guessing was an old perfume bottle.

Actual photo of both shoes and the bottle: 

 About a month ago, another (also empty) bottle was also found behind the baseboard in our living room. It appears to be a medicine bottle from many years ago.

Not long ago, I learned the significance of these items and why they were purposely placed behind baseboards over a hundred years ago.

As long ago as the fourteenth century and mostly likely originating in Europe, being superstitious was very common, as well as a belief in evil spirits and the devil. To protect oneself from these supernatural forces, many people would place an old worn shoe in their house, usually under a hearth, near a window, or inside a wall. These shoes are known as ‘concealed’ or ‘concealment” shoes. Bottles (also known as ‘witches bottles’) were also placed in the same areas.

 The belief behind this was that if a dark force entered a home, it could be tricked into attacking a shoe, instead of the shoe’s owner, which leads me to believe that maybe the dark forces aren’t all that bright or they have questionable vision if they can’t tell a shoe from a person.

A bottle, which sometimes contained hair, urine, small bones, nails and pins, was supposed to entice and capture the entity, and the demon in question would hopefully impale itself upon the sharp instruments inside, and your paranormal problem would be solved before it even really began. They were believed to also be helpful in warding off witchcraft by trapping attached negative energy.

My ancestors that preceded Simeon Joudrey (my great-great-grandfather) have been traced back many generations to about 1430 in France. I suspect the practice of placing shoes and bottles in walls was a common tradition passed down throughout the generations. Simeon wasn’t taking any chances, implementing the use of at least three shoes that we know of (likely belonging to his children) AND bottles in the walls here. Makes you wonder how many more are hidden in our house.

I am not all that superstitious so the items we found are no longer in our walls but I am hanging onto them for now. They may have kept potential evil forces at bay but they sure haven’t done anything to deter the ghosts.

UPDATE to the incident on February 18, 2025: 

The cup of coffee and my bag containing hairdressing items has still not materialized. I’ve had to repurchase some of the haircutting things and my coffee mug shelf still has one empty spot.

In case you missed that original post, here it is:

https://nsparanormal.blogspot.com/2025/03/if-you-could-just-return-my-things-from.html

 

UPDATE to the blog post entitled “This Is What Goes On Inside a 150 year Old Closet”:

Incidentally I am relating this to what happened in the “closet” post because both have to do with doors.

Recently, on March 19^th, I was about to head to bed. It was around midnight. Shaun had already been in bed asleep for awhile and Winston (the resident fur-face) was camped out on his favorite loveseat upstairs.

I went into the kitchen to turn out some lights when I heard the door that leads up the back staircase unlatch. It has the exact same old latch that is on the upstairs closet door.

This door and staircase are no longer in use and have not been used for many years. Originally, the reason was mainly because it was pretty dark on those stairs and it led into an equally dark attic so why even go up there? Since then, we have new lights installed everywhere (in the stair area and attic---you could land a plane in there now, although I do not condone or recommend this) but we still don’t use those stairs. The placement of the fridge blocks stair access now anyway.

So because I heard the door unlatch, I naturally turned to look at it in my dimly lit kitchen. If someone or some thing is trying to open that door at midnight while I am standing there all alone, part of me wants to know who it is. The other part of me doesn’t want to know who it is but I can usually shut her up with a couple of true ghost stories.

I can see that the door has opened about an inch or so. It is clear this is what has happened and especially noticeable because the door is always tightly closed and latched. I am wondering who is possibly on the other side of that door looking back at me but because it is pretty dark in the kitchen and pitch black in the open space of the now-opened door, I can’t see anything in there.

I went into the bathroom (which is just off the kitchen) for about 3-4 minutes. When I came back out, I was fully expecting to see something resembling a ghost in my kitchen.

Reminder: the house is, without a doubt, haunted and I just witnessed a door unlatching and opening all by itself. See previous blog posts about why this is not caused by the wind, air pressure, the house settling or my imagination, if that’s the rabbit hole you are about to go down.

So what did I see in my kitchen? Nothing. But I did look towards the door that a few moments ago had opened by itself and it was now closed. Whoever was on the back staircase and opened the door to have a peek, must have closed it again and went upstairs to tuck themselves in bed for the night, as I did shortly thereafter.

Once again, wind, air pressure, the house settling or my imagination cannot do that.

This would be the end of this blog post if it hadn’t been for last night’s (March 23, 2025) incident.

It was around 11:30 p.m. I was continuing the writing of this blog post when overhead I clearly heard the sound of unmistakable footsteps. Shaun was upstairs asleep. Winston the cat was on his favorite loveseat upstairs asleep. Neither of them sound anywhere even close to these particular footsteps. There were 4 steps, right overhead of where I was sitting, so probably either in the smaller spare bedroom or just out into the hall at the top of the stairs. Within 15 minutes, I went upstairs to go to bed and did not hear or see anything further.

It is interesting that footsteps have become a more common event within the last two years in our house. Growing up here, there was lots of other paranormal activity but I don’t recall footsteps being encountered by anyone. When my mother lived here alone, she never reported hearing any either, but her hearing had started to fail so it’s hard to say if she just wasn’t hearing it, or if they weren’t happening then.

The other interesting thing about the footsteps when I hear them is that they are always very clearly footsteps, either overhead (upstairs) or on the stairs. It never sounds like someone in sock feet, which would be quite faint. It is always the sound of actual shoes on the floor.

When Scott was about five years old and we lived here for awhile, that year on Christmas Eve, he heard Santa Claus walking around in the living room. He excitedly told us the next morning that he woke up in the middle of the night and could hear Santa walking around downstairs in his big boots. When most children report something like this, you can chalk it up to their imagination.

In this house? Not so much.

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