I love ghost stories as much as I love horror movies. I think they go hand in hand. I love the stories behind the myths, even if I don’t believe them. I’m not going to stay at Camp Crystal Lake and be worried that Jason Voorhees is going to get me. Hehe. Just like how I don’t think that ghosts are going to get me or do things to me. If I see them, that’s cool, but why be scared? But I actually want these things to happen to me, I want the paranormal to prove itself to me so much that I want to see shit flying across the room at my head. There’s so many things that I can explain away but it doesn’t stop me from wanting to experience them. Make me believe! Until then, just entertain me with stories. So what do I think about ghosts? I don’t believe in the afterlife; heaven or hell. So, I don’t know what to think about ghosts. I’ve clearly seen things and felt things that I cannot explain but I don’t necessarily think it’s ghosts as people think ghosts are. My imagination is creative and I feel like in the right setting that it can do some awesome things. I like the creepiness around it and what it does to people and that’s why I like doing all these ghostly things and hearing about people’s stories and going to the creepy places because I don’t necessarily believe it is what they say it is but I like hearing the stories. I like hearing everyone’s ghost stories because everyone has got one!

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

The Père-Lachaise Cemetery - Paris, France


This is where Jim Morrison and famous opera singers are buried. Actually there are a lot of famous people buried in there, which is cool. I like their style of cemetery. You can get lost in there but there are maps just in case. There’s a lot crammed in everywhere, and it’s full of dead bodies. You’re surrounded by tall concrete stone graves and there is a lot to look at – it’s truly beautiful! The type of known place in Paris where you would like to be proposed to, unlike the Eiffel Tower. HeHe



























Visha Loo

The Catacombs - Paris, France

I went to the Catacombs in Paris with my mom. We showed up about an hour before they officially opened and there was already a lineup down the street to get in. This place is busy and only so many people are let in at a time. This is a tour that costs money and it was everything I hoped it would be! There were so many hallways with of a bunch of bones and skulls and even you’re not allowed to touch anything, it was pretty fascinating. The temptation to touch them is there, because there is nothing stopping you, but you really shouldn’t. There’s so many hallways decorated in different ways and the walls are sometimes full of random bones filling holes with skulls lining everything.













Visha Loo

Screamfest has ghosts!

It was fun reading the ghost story from Victoria because I have worked at Screamfest....but never late at night alone...


This story takes place when we moved Screamfest from COP to the Grandstand at the Calgary stampede. It was really late and myself, Chucklz and Jesse were the only employees without an 8:00 bed time so we were doing some down-to-the-wire set up. The boys were outside working on the houses and I was inside, assigned to the task of hanging ~50 stage lights on the second floor. I stacked my lights on a pallet and went to bring them to the elevator, unfortunately my pallet was too big for the elevator, so I searched and found an old, old, old service elevator. The Grandstand is nice and modern, but the service elevator room looks like something out of Arkham Asylum. I opened the dark industrial doors (that opened vertically) and slid open the metal pinch-your-fingers gate.  I pushed my pallet in only to find that there wasn't room in the elevator for the pallet and world famous comedian Victoria Banner. So I put my pallet in and walk up to the second floor, I call the elevator up to the second floor. I go to open the door, but the mechanism is broken on the doors just enough that I can open it but not move my pallet jack out of the elevator. So I start walking the lights individually back and forth from the elevator to where they need to go.  
On my 5th trip back to the elevator room I hear something in the elevator shaft: Loud first nations chanting and drumming. It sounded like a musical recording you would hear to promote the stampede (which made sense as it was at the stampede grounds). It was definitely coming from the old elevator shaft and no where else. I assumed it was an unseen speaker triggered by my motions and wrote it off as nothing. But when I returned for the next light the music had stopped and I didn't hear it again for the whole time I was working. Because I was tired I'd accidentally stacked the lights on top of my purse so I didn't have access to my cellphone the whole time I was unpacking the lights. By the time I found my cellphone, I found that I'd had a voicemail message with no missed call...it was left about an hour earlier... the same time I heard the music in the shaft. I listened to the voicemail message and it sounded JUST like EVPs that you see "ghost hunters" recording. I remember chuckling about it because I was literally setting up a scary Halloween display so I willed myself not to be influenced about my surroundings and over-react about the creepy message. The racetrack we were setting up in was a nice modern building, not haunted.  I finished setting up and met with my friends to shut down the building. We called up the security guard to lock up behind us and he said "the ghosts didn't give you too much trouble??" and we laughed thinking he was referencing our event...he doesn't laugh he says very serious, yet nonchalant..."no this place is actually haunted". I got the most retroactive case of heebly jeeblies about that phone message and was so bummed I'd deleted it. 

Bam!

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Monday, April 3, 2017

Ghost houses I have lived in

The Peach house in Victoria
I used to live in what I call “the peach house” with my parents when they were still together. While it isn’t a super scary story, I want to tell you about it anyways. In the laundry room there was a door with a window that went out to the backyard. When it was night time it always felt like someone was peering inside. No one would go in there when it was dark but eventually a family member who is religious went in and did some stuff and after that we couldn’t feel it anymore. Maybe it was all in our heads and that’s what we needed to feel better or something really did happen but either way, it went away.

Brentwood Bay house in Brentwood Bay
Right when we moved into this place we knew something was different with this house. The basement did not feel right. Something was down there. Something that did not like us. My mom in particular has many stories from living there longer…

These are my experiences Ghost Stories in the Brentwood Bay house and these are my moms.


We knew when we walked into the house that it felt different from any other place we had lived.
As the house was being renovated we took the old fridge downstairs along with a bunch of other things. The nice new fridge we brought to the house with us wasn't going to be reconnected until the renovations were done.  Then we could then hook up the water supply to it.  With that said, anything requiring refrigeration was in that fridge downstairs. Creepy. Just wanted to get there and back as fast as possible.  My girls when they went to the fridge, went together with an old squeegee. The squeegee helped ward off what-ever it was down there lurking around without being seen.
The what-you-call family room in the basement, had a couch, T.V. and chair left behind.  It was a dark room and felt as though is was apart from the rest of the house.

In casual conversation I asked my next door neighbors if someone had died in the house.  Their answer, explained the strange feeling the house was giving off. Of course the answer was "yes".  Confirmed.  I asked where in the house the person died.  They said they really didn't know, but thought it was in the basement, and that it was from a drug overdose.
I told people about this, and one of the people I told said when she drove past the house one day, there was a white haired guy sanding at the front room window.  No one I knew fit the description.
And no one should have a key. And what is weird too, is the next door neighbors said the person who did die was of dark skin.  Not sure of the heritage.  Well, now we seem to have two different entities.
Nothing really bad happened in or around the house during renovations.  There was one thing however that was strange. The car I drove was only a few years old and had absolutely no previous issues. We did start renovations on the house before we actually had word that we owned it.  Pretty ballsy, but the realtor said we could start renovations with pulling up the carpet.  That wasn't all we did.  We also took down the wood wall paneling that spanned the dining room and front room, and also started taking off all the rock from the wall around the front room fireplace.  The place was a total mess, and we laughed how bad it would be if the deal fell through. We were pretty much reassured we did get the house, because otherwise why would the realtor say we could start. We just weren't supposed to do anything else than the carpet, and certainly nothing major.  Humm...do you consider taking off rocks from the wall and taking off the fireplace mantel and wood paneling and stuff, too much...LOL! 

During our fun time of literately ripping the place apart, we fell tired. It was getting late and we all had enough of the fun for our first hours there.  It was time to go home and get some good rest, because the next day was going to be continuation. We decided to leave my car in the carport, and take the other vehicles.  My car would be safe in the driveway, because it was actually pretty much out of site.  The driveway was overgrown with trees.

We arrived bright and early the next day, worked our butts off, and then once more it was time to leave.  Lots of demolishing done.  And well done!  I hopped in my car, went to start it, and nothing happened.  Dead.  Strange...but never thought anything much of it.  Just thought perhaps I left the car lights on from when we first arrived the previous day.  When I look back a this, I think the entity was mad or something, and was getting back.

We did end up owning the house, so all was good, and we laughed some more about "If they only knew what renovations we had done already"  It wasn't long after either, that the lady who sold it to us died.  That was the hold up in the first place.  She was in the hospital.

One night in particular while I was in bed sleeping, I woke up suddenly and looked at the end of my bed.  To my astonishment, excitement, and disbelief there stood my Dad.  He was looking at me with bright beautiful happy eyes and had big smile on his face.  He was beaming!  He really scared me though from just being there, so I yelped out with fright! He then disappeared, but I was left with such a warm loving feeling. This was the first time my Dad visited me since his death in 1986.  We were renovating the house I believe in 1999 or 2000.

Now all renovations are done and we are living a normal life. The basement was a lot better too.  We got rid of the couch and other things that were left behind from the previous owner.
We never forgot about the strange beginning though, especially since now 'other' things were beginning to occur.

For big dinners, I would plan the menu ahead of time, and also set the table with all the intricate details to make it as beautiful as I could for the event the dinner was for.  For this particular time, I set it well ahead of time, because it worked out best that I did. I covered the nicely set dining table with one of those thin plastic sheets used to cover furniture.
I felt pretty good with having it all set more than one week before the dinner event.  I actually ended up having some time to myself to just relax one evening, so I sat in one of the chairs by the front room window.
All of a sudden, the plastic that was hanging down onto the left hand side leg of the table, was moving.  Not just slowly breezy moving, like how you would suspect it would if the furnace register had hot hair blowing out of it. And in any case, this table leg wasn't by the register.  I heard the plastic move, so that's why I looked up to see what was going on.  I couldn't believe it.  It just didn't make sense. I thought I would wait until the furnace came on again, so I could investigate why the plastic moved on just that part.  In the meantime, it started again...  No furnace blowing air, no window open letting in a breeze.  Nope, it was moving all on it's own.  I took great delight in seeing this.  I laughed out loud actually, thinking how neat it was.  I walked over to this strange happening, and when I got there it had stopped.  Humm I thought.  I'm going to see if I can get the plastic moving in the same way.  I darted back and fourth in front of it, but there was no way this thin over-hanging plastic would move in the same way. The results were rather dull actually. I laughed again, but this time at myself. LOL!  I thought it was funny how I was trying to make the plastic move like that again.
On another day, past the dinner event, I was back in the same chair again reading.  I have all the "Harry Potter" books, so was busy reading them.  And no, these stories have nothing to do with my imagination from reading the "Harries"...

Anyway, before getting back into the chair in my comfortable position of which just happens to be sitting sideways, I had been exercising on one of those big exercise balls.  I left it sitting still between the fireplace and the coffee table.  The view from the sideway position I had in the chair, was over the staircase coming up from the front door. This is completely the opposite direction from the fireplace.  From my right peripheral vision I saw the ball move from the coffee table over to the fireplace, bounce off the fireplace and roll slowly back into place and became still again.  I said "Okay, you have my complete attention now, do it again"  Stubborn.  It didn't do it.

One time when I was leaving the house via the front door, I had a bit of a set back.  Now to explain what the floor was like, would help you understand this type of situation just couldn't happen.  We had the front entrance linoleum replaced with tile.  For this to happen, first a sub floor goes in.  When complete, the floor is much higher.  The door just barely passed over it, but did.  And did with ease.
This one sunny day, I opened the door and stepped outside.  I proceeded to pull on the door handle to close it behind me, but with surprise, I had resistance. It almost seemed like someone was pulling it from the inside.  I looked at the floor.  Nope, no issue there.  I tried again, and the next time I had no issue at all with closing the door.  I thought to myself, thanks 'Dad' for the delay.  You may have saved me from being in an accident.

I told my Mom of the things happening in the house.  She said it would be my Dad because he was quite the prankster when he was alive. And this time was to save me.

Another time I heard a muffled bang.  Wasn't sure what that was all about, so I went searching.  It sounded as though it came from the main bathroom, so that's where I did my first investigation.  What I found, was the toilet seat cover was down.  I always left it up.  My testing proved it could not have closed on its own.  I put it to the full open position, then slowly tapped with my finger. It was pretty stiff, so it wasn't until about a quarter of the way down, that it finally let go and went the rest of the way.
One time when both my daughter's were at the house, and we were in the kitchen, the main bathroom lights went on/off/on/off/on/off/on/off.  We all saw it. This was the first time I didn't experience a strange happening by myself.

One of the times when I was in the kitchen, I heard the oven.  What I mean by that, is when it was on, it made a clicking noise sometimes.  It was off, and I know it was off.  I am a double checker with things, and I know it was off.  No explanation.  I turned it off, and all was good.  It didn't happen again.

I liked having my Dad around, especially when living alone.  I felt safe, and since my Dad had been around, the other entity wasn't.  When I came home, I always said "Hi House".  It still was the 'House' to me for some reason.  I guess I should have been saying "Hi Dad".  
But the reason why I said "Hi House", and always remained happy about the things going on, was because I don't believe in being scared over such things.  And I could have...

One night as I lay in bed trying to get to sleep, I felt an enormous presence beside me. So close that if I twitched I'm sure I would have touched it. The presence didn't feel good. It was black and bad in some way.  I didn't open my eyes, but I did say out loud to leave me alone, that I needed sleep.  It left.  I never did open my eyes afterwards.  I thought keeping them closed, would keep 'it' away.

My boyfriend, now my husband, was over one night.  He likes to sleep on the right side of the bed, so that's where he was.  That was my usual spot.  I had no problems sleeping that night, but he sure had one heck of a time.  He heard such strange noises outside the window, i
t creeped him right out.  He couldn't make out what on earth would be making such a strange noise, but in any case he never slept over again. For him to explain what he heard is difficult.  It was not like anything he had ever heard before.  It was like some kind of indescribable beast of some sort.  I told him, the only strange thing I ever heard while in that bedroom, was something running across the roof and jumping onto the deck.  Something heavy too.  It scared me, and I never did get up to see what it was.  I thought it was some kind of wild animal, like a cougar perhaps. I didn't sleep much that particular night though. I had the biggest ears listening to all the night sounds.

This house at 6833 Wallace Drive, Brentwood Bay, B.C. was full of personality.  I have had previous incidents or encounters you would say, but this house had the most.  It started off dark and off-limits when the first entity or entities were there.  It became bright and fun while my Dad was there. After my Dad left, it remained good except for just those couple of incidents.  It started getting dark again.  I didn't live there much longer, only for the fact we decided to live in Victoria in the house my boyfriend had and sell mine.  
Who knows what lurks there now...


Basement Suit in Calgary




    Jeremy and I moved to our first place together complete with our very own ghost girl! We only lived there for a year but so much happened in that time

Ghost with no story 


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