Cold Spot Paranormal Research: Ghosts Haunted

True Ghost Story: The Invocation

January 1, 2003 · by Michelle McKay

The following report was sent into our website:

“This scary occurrence I am about to tell did not happen to me, but to a close co-worker of mine. It took me a long time to get him to tell me, but here goes…

I have always been interested in the paranormal, but when I heard about this incident I was set back. I will call him Randy for privacy reasons. Randy was 16 at the time (he is now 22). He was a skeptic until this happened.

It was late into the night, Randy was sleeping peacefully until he awoke for no apparent reason. He then opened his eyes because he realized he was chanting words, and his arm was held up mid-air, under no control of his. The words coming from his mouth were “I invoke thee…” over and over. He was struggling inside to get control.

He looked around his room and saw a white mist speeding around and around the perimeters of his room. With his arm still ‘being’ held up and these words coming from his mouth he was starting to freak out.

Finally as quickly as it all happened to him, it stopped. As he lay in bed, his heart pumping and forehead sweating he tried to make some sense over what just happened. He told me that he ended up staying awake all night in fears that if he closed his eyes it would all happen again. This was his first and so far last experience like this. As he ended his story (when telling me) he said one last thing “ever since that night I have had nothing but bad luck”.

I have never heard something like this before. He claims to have been fully awake, and I have no reasons for not believing that. Pretty interesting huh? Thanks for listening.”

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True Ghost Story: Footsteps On The Stairs

January 1, 2003 · by Michelle McKay

Location: Medicine Hat, Alberta, Canada

The following report was sent into our website:

“We moved when I was 10, but before that, we lived in a very old house. My grandparents and great grandparents lived in this house after they immigrated from Ireland. As a small child, I didn’t think there was anything wrong with the people who came and looked at me in the middle of the night. I did however feel scared when I heard squeaking noises going up the corridor and footsteps on the stairs. It may sound like nothing but since I’ve discovered that I possess the gift and many more things like this have happened to me even as an adult.

Sometimes it still scares me, but I’ve learned to treat it as a gift and not a curse.”

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True Ghost Story: Ghost Does Laundry

January 1, 2003 · by Michelle McKay

Location: Lacombe, Alberta, Canada

The following report was sent into our website:

“My fiancé and I had just moved into an old trailer in Lacombe that his sister and her family previously owned. When we moved in she had said, “watch out for the ghost”. Of course we didn’t take her serious.

Only a few days of being in the home I was standing at the sink in the kitchen (facing north) and my fiancé was at the south end of the trailer in the bedroom. I heard a whistle directly behind me and no one was there. Then less than a month later we bought a puppy (3mos old). There’s a basement only below the addition that seems very old, like an old cellar. Our dog won’t even go near the door, even if we go down. She also barks at an unknown presence as she stares down the hallway or basement door or kitchen.

Now this is the one that really makes me want to move out. One night in the summer I was having trouble sleeping and my fiancé woke up around 4 am to go to the washroom. As he was coming back towards the living room he was really scared and telling me that he had just seen a ghost! I didn’t believe him at first, then I realized how scared he seemed.

He said that while he was washing his hands he saw something by the laundry basket in the hallway out of the corner of his eye. So, he looked over and had to do a double take. There was an older woman in what I call prairie-style clothing, she was bent over our laundry basket as though she was about to fold clothes. He told me that as soon as he realized what he was seeing and became scared, she
disappeared.

One night we were lying in bed and both of us felt tugging at the end of our blanket. I had to move out to the living room that night.

Also, one night we were sleeping in the addition when we awoke to our dog barking and as we awoke we realized we could hear foot steps in the kitchen (connected to the addition).

We’re due with a new arrival in May and I don’t know if I’d like to stay here, although whoever it is seems friendly, it still scares me.”

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True Ghost Story: Grandma Says Goodbye

January 1, 2003 · by Michelle McKay

Location: Canada

The following report was sent into our website:

“My Grandmother and Grandfather had built a new house on their farm land. In the meantime CaneGrandma (I called her this) passed away. Granddad then put their marriage bed and all their love notes and pictures in a downstairs bedroom. Granddad later then, decided to put the house and farm up for sale and move in to a retirement home. At this time I was about 16, I am now 35. (shhhhhh) While going through all their personal stuff, as Granddad had said “I am taking what I need to the R. Home, go through what you want then put the rest up for auction”.

In the room where all the stuff was that they had put, everyone (the family) said that they were “feeling weird”. I felt what seemed to me, gentle caresses, almost like a light breeze. At the end of the day, my mother told me to go down stairs for one last time to shut all the lights off, and make sure things like the fridge and everything was off and unplugged. I did so, and I walked past “the bedroom” and then had this feeling that I had to go into the bedroom, I turned and started walking. As I got to the door the light turned itself off, and the door shut by itself. Everyone told me that it was the wind that shut the door, but I know that it was not, as the door had warped from humidity and was hard to open and shut. I feel that what happened was my CaneGrandma’s way of saying good-bye, as a final closure.”

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True Ghost Story: Haunted Painting

January 1, 2003 · by Michelle McKay

Location: Canada

The following report was sent into our website:

“Hello everybody, I’m a new member and would like to share this story with you. I’m an artist. One of my first works was a large surreal scene in oils on hardboard in the pointillist technique. It was a desert scene with an ascending line of crumbling columns across the picture; a road wound around the pillars from the horizon into the foreground, small body parts, genitalia and face forms were incorporated into parts of the columns, and floating in space on one side was an outstretched hand – palm up – supporting a bare tree, the roots wound around the fingers. I used my own hand as the model and incorporated long fingernails. I wanted to represent the ghost of a truck behind one of the pillars on the winding road; ideally, it was to have been the main subject of the picture but i was dissatisfied with the result and couldn’t seem to get it just right, so finally I gave up and painted it out.

The picture was taken to the office where I worked (a transport company) and hung there for a few months, until a client saw it and took it to a gallery owner she knew; it sat in the back of the gallery for a while but was never exhibited; the owner didn’t like it. In time I retrieved it and took it home.

While it was in the gallery, my mother got cancer and died; the transport company suddenly went into liquidation after three years of successful operation and one of the owners fell ill and died. A friend wanted a picture for his office wall, so I lent it to him and within three months he was abusing alcohol and his business folded. I then lent it to other friends to put in their home and within a few weeks, their stable and happy marriage of fourteen years began to disintegrate; while the woman left her three children to go out with another man, the husband spent many hours with us trying to make sense of things. After that, my mother-in-law had the painting for a while, and went through a rapid succession of stressful jobs; at that time her home was broken into and she was robbed of a possession of great sentimental value.

My husband felt the painting wanted to be ‘at home’ so we kept it with us until we moved to Canada in 1980 and brought it with us. Within four years, I gave birth to a son. Two weeks after his birth, I woke in a panic one night, as I had a vision of his body wrapped from head to toe in bandages floating in blackness above the end of my bed; I swung my legs onto the floor to go and save my baby, but there were evil spirits under the bed which grabbed my ankles and held them so I couldn’t move. A week later he died of SIDS. Within 10 months, my husband 44 years old was taken by a massive heart attack. After his death, I took an axe to my painting and destroyed it. I do not have a photograph of it. I have not painted anything in the surreal style since then.”

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