Investigating at 10 Years Old — my first ghost hunt

By: Michelle McKay (founder of ColdSpot.org)
Originally written: Dec 18, 2014

Some of you may already know I began investigating the paranormal when I was a young girl. In fact, I was just ten years old.

Most assume it was my great-uncle, pioneer UFO investigator Henry McKay, who encouraged me to get into investigating. At the time, I knew he was interested in UFOs but I wasn’t aware he was an investigator, let alone the very first director of MUFON Canada. Mind you, back when I was 10, I didn’t even know what MUFON was.

My family was a little ‘different’ (read this). But, believe it or not, my family background wasn’t what influenced me to become a paranormal investigator — not directly anyway.

Which brings me to this: I get asked all the time how I got into ghost investigating. Here is my story…

The house I lived in at the time in Toronto was active. Doors would open and close on their own, footsteps were heard walking up and down the stairs when nobody was there, voices heard throughout the house, etc…

My grandmother and mother also witnessed the strange occurrences.

Grandma, a staunch Catholic, had the priest over many times to conduct exorcisms and blessings on the house. [Later, when I was 22, the Catholic Church put me through an exorcism which I will write about in my next blog post.]

I will never forget watching the priest as he stood in our living room while thinking to myself how ‘weird’ it was to see him inside our house instead of the church.

After a brief conversation with my mom and grandma, he headed up the stairs, the rest of us following close behind. Into my room he went, flinging holy water from his fingertips at every turn. He went through every room in the house administering the same treatment.

Every so often I would come home to find a priest in the house, repeating the process with my grandmother in tow. But nobody ever had any sufficient answers that appealed to me, so off to the library I went, to study ghosts.

Back then, all the books on the paranormal were kept in the library’s basement — hidden away in a far corner, unlike today.

I remember coming across scary entries in encyclopedias about demons, so I quickly passed over ‘those’ pages.

One of the books mentioned the term EVP, but it didn’t really explain it so I searched the rest of the books looking for more information. The idea of recording voices of the dead sounded brilliant — and handy.

I kept searching until I found detailed instructions on how to record EVP. I took notes and tried to remember all I could because my library card had maxed out and I couldn’t take the book home with me that day.

The second I got back home I begged my grandmother to let me borrow her cassette tape recorder and she finally gave in.

I kept the tape recorder in my room, waiting until I had the chance to be home alone before using it because I didn’t want her to know what I was up to or she would call another priest in again.

My mother and grandmother finally left the house. Now was my chance. I went down into the basement and before I knew it I was EVP-ing…

I pressed record on the tape recorder and said something to the effect of, “Can you hear me?”

Then, just like my notes from the book said to do, I waited a few moments, stopped the recording and quickly pressed rewind. Oh god, what if they said something back?

It took me a bit, but I finally worked up the nerve to press play.

To my shock and delightment, I heard voices talking on the playback. It worked!

I would be hooked forever.

For the life of me, I can’t remember what the voices said. And I can’t tell you how much I wish I had kept those recordings.

After that, I continued with the EVP sessions every few days or so and kept getting a woman and man answering my questions on playback. Sometimes they would even talk to each other, which I found amusing.

To me, at just ten years old, it was normal to get ghosts on your tape recorder. After all, the book said you could get them on your tapes so every house must have them.

About a month later I eventually got BORED of all the talking ghosts, imagine that. So I just started singing on the tapes instead and gave up recording EVPs in my basement! And besides, I had gotten a new microphone and one day I was going to be a great singer… Uggg!!!!

But, I did end up spending almost every day that first summer in the library reading everything and anything about the paranormal (hello automatic writing and Ouija board).

The study of ghosts gradually became more important to me than riding my banana-seat bike. Eventually, I even worked up my nerve to read those scary encyclopedia sections I previously skipped over.

My friends were mad at me for not bike riding with them, all I wanted to do was “play with those ghosts” they would say. They didn’t understand, I had discovered an entirely new world.

 

That’s me in the middle wearing the silly hat, hanging with my gang. Sorry, no bike riding today.

 

However, a few weeks later one of them called me on the phone saying she had a friend who needed me to come over right away because they thought a ghost might be in their house. I was finally being taken seriously by all the other kids. So off I went, with my cassette tape recorder and newly-found ghost ‘expertise’.

After that, another friend-of-a-friend wanted me to check their house. And so on and so on.

And to this day, I still get people asking me to come to their house to check for ghosts, it just never stopped. Word gets out quickly…

 

Michelle McKay is a Canadian paranormal investigator of 30+ years. Former TV host: Destination America, Discovery, A&E. Founder of ColdSpot.org. Her great-uncle, Henry McKay, was a pioneer UFO investigator and the first director of MUFON Canada. 

 

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Sheshatshiu Ghosts: Leave Me Alone

Sheshatshiu ghosts haunted paranormal Newfoundland Canada

Location: Sheshatshiu (First Nation Community), Newfoundland, Canada

Ghost report from Jasmin on May 19, 2015:

“It was November 16, 2010. I was sleeping over at my aunt’s house. We were alone and she cooked my favs.. As we were eating, we saw someone across the kitchen. But we ignored it cause we thought we were tired as we finished eating.

We went to bed and I woke up around 2/3: 30 in the morning by the sound of the knocking on the window. I looked out the window, no body was there. There wasn’t trees or something that could’ve knocked. I heard the knocking again. It didn’t come from the window this time, it was coming from my aunties mirror. I screamed, I woke up my auntie and we ran out. Shaking and scared, we’ve been outside for 4 hours. It was about 7 am in the morning when we went inside. My aunt just moved into that house. We never slept in that room again. There was 4 different bedrooms and 3 bathrooms.

Then the next day I heard a woman crying in the bathroom. I thought it was my aunt, but it wasn’t her. I would tease my aunt when she cried, I’d always say “stop crying now, you’ll wet the floor” then the woman laughed and cried at the same time.. She spoke… She said “LEAVE ME ALONE” it was scary.. My aunt came upstairs and heard it.. She threw the shopping bags and ran downstairs.. We both did.”

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Ottawa Ghosts: Husband Returns For Visit

Ottawa ghosts haunted paranormal Ontario Canada

Location: Ottawa, Ontario, Canada

Ghost report from Chantal on May 9, 2015:

“My husband passed away 3 years ago and he always said that whoever between him and me was passing first was gonna come and show the other that we were still there. So, he passed in April and our wedding anniversary is in May. When he passed we actually were separated, but in a good place in our relationship.

I own a computer and printer like everybody, but I don’t use it, so I never turn it on. And the printer is not plugged into the wall or the computer. The morning of our anniversary, the printer started by itself. It’s been doing it every special occasion, like his birthday, our anniversary, Christmas, my birthday, etc.. So one night I turned everything that could bring lights, the TV, the cable box.. And in my window I have a thick black drape cause I was working over night. Then I took 7 pics, and on only one of them I captured an orb which I tried to debunked and I couldn’t.

So be aware that your loved ones are with you after. It’s a reality.

Thanks for reading my short story.”

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La Barriere Park — Haunted Winnipeg Database

Winnipeg ghosts haunted paranormal Manitoba Canada

Location: Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada
Type: wildlife park
Built: n/a

Ghost report by Lindsay on April 8, 2015:

“As an individual that has been seemingly sensitive to the paranormal my whole life, I have grown to have possibly less fear then the average person. I have experienced ghosts related to family members passing, and have chased historical ghosts at a number of places in Manitoba with many spine chilling occurrences I could write about. But this one recent occurrence had me VERY freaked out…

I was jogging at La Barriere park, in which I had done maybe a handful of times in the past during times when there were more people around. This particular time, however, it was just me and my dog, as far as I had seen since entering the park. I was jogging around on my second loop of the small forest path, without headphones in, when I felt the swooshing of someone running past me. I thought it odd, and was instantly afraid because of us being alone in a treed area, with no wind. But I went on my way and dismissed it.

A few minutes later the same thing happened, accompanied by the sound of children giggling in the distance. I have to say, I was again, afraid, but also relieved because I thought “ok good, there is someone else here”.

I decide to head back to my car, and upon arriving realized my car WAS the only car there…creepy…but once again, I didn’t think too much of it, as most would often say I read too much into things anyways.

Several weeks later, I turned on the TV to catch the very last minute of a show on haunted locations in Canada, and happened to see that La Barriere park was in the episode. Having missed it, I quickly googled it to see if I could find some information. And sure enough, it IS in fact a known haunted location Specifically in which people had reported feeling watched, and the inexplicable sound of children laughing in the distance….”

WARNING: Do not trespass! Permission from the location owner must be granted to investigate this location!

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Sault Ste Marie Ghosts: Look At Me

Sault Ste Marie ghosts haunted paranormal Ontario Canada

Location: Sault Ste Marie, Ontario, Canada

Ghost report from Megan on April 18, 2015:

“When I was 13 my parents separated, and my father moved back to Sault Ste. Marie. Fast forward three years, I was 16 and I was visiting my dad and his girlfriend in his “new” house. I don’t know exactly when it was built, but it seemed pretty old and there was a pole in the basement that was dated 1912.

So I get to my dad’s house for the first time, and I walk in and the first thing that I notice was the feeling of something there. It wasn’t oppressive, it was just obvious that there was something in the house. My dad shows me to my room, and I remember there was this closet, and the door was really small and it just freaked me out. All night I just kept worrying about it and I was trying to ignore the feeling someone was watching me. I could hear footsteps going up and down the stairs. And I also heard someone singing downstairs. But I tried to ignore all this and just assumed the neighbors had music on, and the footsteps were from someone going up and down the stairs to get a drink or something. So I fell into an uneasy sleep.

The next day I mentioned it to my dad and his girlfriend. My dad quickly dismissed it. But his girlfriend told me stories about someone upstairs walking around and whistling when she was the only one home, and seeing shadows following here and sitting at the end of her bed at night.

The next night I heard the singing again. So I asked my dad if he left a radio on and he said no, so I went back to sleep. I could hear the cupboard doors opening and closing, and I could hear a chair being dragged across the floor.

In the morning, my dad’s girlfriend got a call from her mother, who told her that she got a call from a woman in Winnipeg who said that her Uncle George came to her in a dream and said he needed to find Edith’s middle daughter because they just moved into a new house and there’s a spirit there that’s bothering the girls. She also told her to get a picture of him and put it into the house so he could find them.

The closet in my bedroom freaked me out so badly that I nailed it shut, but the nails were just leaning up against the door so we could open it if we needed to. About an hour later I went up there to get a towel from the closet and most of the nails were on the floor, but some were sticking straight out of the door frame like someone tried to open the door. We were the only three in the house, and we were all downstairs the whole time.

One of the nights I was there, my step brother came to visit. We were all playing Monopoly at the kitchen table, and I heard movement upstairs and the latch on the door above us clicking. My room was right above where we were sitting. My step brother and me looked at each other and he looked a little shocked. I tried to ignore it. Unfortunately, my dad saw and asked what was up. I asked him if he heard that and he said no.

It took two days for them to find a picture of her uncle, and when they did they put it into my bedroom. My step mom was sick with the flu, and I was too scared to sleep in my room. So I stayed with her, and my dad slept in my room alone. She was passed out and all I could hear downstairs was muffled voices. I couldn’t make out any of the words they were saying, but it was two men and it was a heated argument. Out of nowhere I felt something come into the room.  I moved the blankets from my face, and there was a man’s face right in front of me. It scared me so bad I couldn’t move.

I got my dad to take me home early, I was so scared.

A few years later, my dad’s girlfriend told me how the activity had escalated to her being touched. And one time he followed her up the stairs and she covered her face because she could hear/feel him behind her. He moved in front of her and she heard him say “look at me”, and she ran back downstairs. That was a few months before I got there though, and it was the last time they had any sort of activity. But the first night I stayed there we went downstairs in the morning and the curtains were laying on the floor and the rod was still on the window.

They moved out of that house a few years ago. I never figured out the history, but it would be really interesting!”

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Moose Jaw Ghosts: Blood Was Running Down Her Neck

ghost children video Michelle McKay

 

*The story below has also been featured in the above video*

 

Location: Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan, Canada

Ghost report from Shaye on April 5, 2014:

“One day dinner was late, it was about 10pm, I went for my regular walk. The streets were empty, with no signs of any life. I thought it was strangely deserted. I thought I heard someone whispering behind me, so I quickly spun around, no one was there! As I turned back there was a little girl, about 5 or 6, standing about a block away from me. I could hear her sobbing and mumbling to herself from where I was standing.

I started to walk towards her. I heard her saying she was lost and scared. I called to her if she wanted to use my cell phone to call a family member, but she stared at her feet the whole time. I got closer to her and I could see that she was bleeding from her head and the blood was running down her neck. I started to dial 911 but when I looked up she was gone.”

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