I see the Bad Moon Rising… by Amanda

“I see the Bad Moon Rising…” For all my life those very words have reminded me of one thing and one thing only; Scooby Doo chase scenes. Holy Moly I loved Scooby Doo. I wanted to be a meddling kid! I wanted to catch Black Beards Ghost, The Black Knight, Miner Forty Niner and the scariest of pursuits The Headless Specter. My parents once had a scavenger hunt for my birthday and one clue was “Where Scooby Doo Lives”. I was out like a shot into the back yard, digging through an unused dog kennel and dog house. My Dad had to drag me back inside and point me to the TV. It made no sense- Why would a DOG live in a TV? It never occurred to me that Scooby wasn’t real. This world was mine and one day, so help me god I would get my team together, climb in our van and we would hunt those spooky beings.

In Toys R Us recently and I was so jealous of all there paranormally charged toys; Monster High, Jack Skelton this and that everywhere, Lego has a classic Monster set out, even the Bratz dollz have gotten a reboot to the scary side of things. Keep on looking through the aisles and find My Pet Monster, Ghostbusters and Scooby Doo…. Wait a sec. These aren’t new toys- These are my old toys! Why am I jealous?
Time for an actual and honest look at my influences of child hood; I had Count VonCount on Sesame Street, Casper the Friendly Ghost, I had My Pet Monster, The Berenstain Bears & the Spooky Tree. I was into, up, through, over, down, and out of all of these spooky themes which leads me to believe they were there for me too. I loved Ghostbusters and Betelguese, Betelguese, Betelguese! I was a kid looking into the static on TV and wondering where in fact did Carol Anne go?

Before living in Canada my brother used to get comics /annuals called Beano and Dandy. I was so jealous as I always got the lame girl versions called Trixie and Mandy. Although what I remember from those is there would always be a weird surreal story, with photographs as pictures, of a girl who moves far away and gets a surprise visit one day from her bestie, only to go home and be told she died the night before, or a girl who keeps dreaming that shes driving with her dad and gets in a horrid accident only to discover she is actually dead and cant stop reliving the horror until she finally lets go of her family. WHAT!!!

Now the mention of some of these programs & stories has aged me, but it wasn’t just my generation that was entertained by the creepy and insane. In fact it just keeps going back and back. I wasn’t the first to enjoy Scooby Doo, that ship sailed in 1969. Back when Monsters were really cool and all lived together in old dilapidated houses. (Sorry Being Human – but not exactly original). Back when Wolfmen were gnarly and looked nothing like Michael J Fox , Vampires were really old and would scoff then silently kill such sparkling schmucks as Edward “Sourpuss” Cullen. In all reality these creatures are nothing new in the entertainment world for children. Who remembers The Hilarious House of Frightenstein?

Lets keep the creepy going for our kids!  How about you?  What do you remember from childhood that would entertain & scare you?

I would say I had my fair share of creepy in my early years. I love that it spills out into my adult ones. And now “I see the Bad Moon Rising…” I got my team – its now time to invest in that van!


Fraser River Kitteh!

I moved into my current dwelling 6 months ago.  It’s a peaceful place alongside the Fraser that offers me a view of our working river and the silence of history that is Poplar Island.  Although this blog is about neither (future blog potential is quite high) it’s about a furry four legged visitor that has been coming around as of late.

Mr. Kitteh came into our lives August 2010.  He was Best friends with our dearest Sookie and in all accounts he was the Cats Meow.  My Son Nathan named him, loved him and kept him by his side up until May 27th 2013.  Nathan (19) was moving back home after working up north and had sent Mr. Kitteh down prior to his bus trip.  Mr. Kitteh promptly ran away and didn’t come back.  We looked everywhere, we left food out and we even tried to bribe our other cat, St. Augustine, to tell us where he is. He told us nothing and now Mr. Kitteh is missed.

I have heard many stories of animals that have passed, continuing on in our lives as we knew them.  I have a dear friend who lives in Saskatchewan who believes they are daily visited by a departed dog, and whose other dog still spends part of her day playing with her old buddy.  In fact the surviving dog hasn’t really missed a beat in this relationship.

Is our deep and loving connection to our animals strong enough to outlast death?

Another different yet similar story of this connection is an old favourite of mine. In 1858 John Grey, a policeman with the Edinburgh City Police, passed away, leaving behind his best buddy, a Skye Terrier, reportedly named “Bobby”.

Now in this legend its not the spirit of a deceased dog that does not let go of his or her  Human, its a tale of a dog who does not let go of the spirit of their deceased Human. (Did I loose you?  read it again, its in there)

Bobby hung in until his death, 14 years later, keeping vigil at his departed’s gravesite.  In fact if you go to the Museum of Edinburgh you can visit Bobbys license and collar.  Visit the Greyfriars Kirkyard in Old Edinburgh and you will be able to visit not only his owners gravesite but his as well. My favourite part of the story is that to this very day if you are very lucky you will catch a glimpse of Greyfriars Bobby sniffing around.

But that’s in Scotland, by the Firth of Forth and we need to travel back to my story in Canada, by the Mighty Fraser.

I have watched; it’s not a rat or a racoon. It’s not the neighbors dog and it certainly is not fully–full.  Its not quite touching the ground and the colour I cannot describe.  It darts out of sight just when you see it and if given chase it simply just vanishes. It’s very much a cat and just to be clear, I don’t believe this is menacing or Pet semeteryish at all. I don’t think having a spirit cat hanging around is at all like Sr. Charles Baskerville and his hound. I’m not cursed, I’m not blessed – I’m just visited. The most i can say about it is: I think its Mr. Kitteh.

My Son has since gone back to his job in Alberta and it seems Mr Kitteh, the cat has indeed come back to ours!

What do you think? Do animals have special connections to us beyond the grave?  Both Ours and theirs? Let’s talk!Image

United we Stand.. Divided we FAIL!

Hello Coldspotters!

Heres a question for you!  Why can’t we all get along? I am constantly trouble at how many groups are out there and how many horrible things I have heard about them.  Every so often I hear a nice tidbit but usually I get a report of how inferior a certain group is or most recently – how idiotic my group seems.  Childish, and really I usually have no time for it & laugh it off but this month, I have taken note.  It is damn well ridiculous.  We started Coldspotters to grow as a community within our extended community of Paranormal Researchers, Enthusiasts, Home owners and Skeptics.  We started hosting events to make sure there was a safe place for all enthusiasts and intrigued minds to meet and exchange stories.  There is taboo around believing in ghosts and I know from experience that common names we all have heard is weirdos, creeps and quacks, so I will be darned if I ever let any negative influence take over my belief and vision of the safe space Coldspotters can be in any one life.  I will not tolerate beratement of any members or teammates, and I will not stand to have my or any Coldspotters name blurred by jealousy.

If you have a question, please ask it.

If you have a concern, please voice it.

If you have a challenge, stand up for it.

But please please do not take all the work, & all the ghosthunter passion pooling around this big blue “orb” and cast judgement and negativity on it.

What more in your opinion can we do to grow as a paranormal community?   I would like to hear examples and stories of how you have seen this in your lives.

Blessed be


Here’s a little agit for the never believer

As defined in Roget’s, the skeptic is…. One who instinctively or habitually doubts, questions, or disagrees with assertions or generally accepted conclusions.

That doesn’t sound very nice does it? The ghost hunter who wants to see the ghost but labels themselves as someone who by definition would never participate in such tom foolery as ghost hunting because they don’t believe in ghosts? What gives?

I’ll make an attempt to answer that. Because there are so many factors that could cause a person, or a building to give off the appearance of being infested with spirits or demons, the ghost hunter has to actually look at every piece of evidence wearing the skeptic’s hat in order to rule out all rational explanations. Even if a fully fledged ghost were to materialize out of a wall, walk up and say hello to our team, we could not discount the possibility of mass hysteria (as farfetched as even that might seem). It would have to be considered before submitting that encounter as proof or evidence of the afterlife.

Personally, I believe in the afterlife. Many do not. In the end though, one but one, we all get to find out. What we’re trying to capture evidence of is when that afterlife crosses paths with our own plane of existence. In the world of the paranormal Investigator, if it looks like ketchup and it tastes like ketchup, unfortunately, it probably isn’t ketchup. There are so many distractions on this rock we live on, both natural and unnatural that even the most definitive looking evidence or so called proof could in fact be something entirely different (and logical). People who are susceptive to high concentrations of electromagnetic energy for example, can easily give off the symptoms of living in a haunted house.

Sometimes though, and this is where the adventurous side of ghost hunting comes out, you simply have to suspend disbelief and allow the daring possibility that a ghost just materialized out of a wall, walked over, and said hello to your team because hey….could have been one.

Hollyboo’d? by Amanda

Is Hollywood responsible for turning ghost stories into FEAR stories or is that just the price we pay for some entertainment. These so called “true stories” of hauntings mirror possessions keeping the masses on the side of fear rather than telling them the truth. But would a boring old story of a couple knocks and a chilly spot in the hallway sell millions of tickets and spawn a million more in sequels? Green ooze and blood flowing from the walls is quite a bit more exciting than staring at the same eggshell surface just in case a shadow dare flicker. Is it better they pay attention even if it is through a misguided view?

While recently watching “The Conjuring” I found myself slightly dissecting the paranormal activities and understanding what probably happened compared to what did happen in the movie. Same thing with Paranormal shows that witness these great drooling creatures as the “victims” are flung room to room. If the fear isn’t there neither is the audience.

So does this feed into the disbelief of paranormal? I can say while I view these movies and “true stories” with plenty of grains’o’salt it is quite possible that the average viewer may look at these tales and either A. Believe that every single ghost is dead set on toying with us and eventually stealing our babies or rejoining the living by making a caravan out of our bodies OR B. Believe that WE paranormal investigator/enthusiasts believe that single ghost is dead set on toying with us and eventually stealing our babies or rejoining the living by making a caravan out of our bodies. This is kinda nuts, yet highly entertaining!

I also wonder if the new influx of ghostly inspired movies has inspired the hobby filmmaker or special effects wanna-be photographer into making their own documented “evidence”. Fish wire and mirrors for everyone!! Once again feeding the belief all evidence is faked and all mediums are frauds. What do you think? Is this our own FEAR CAGE? At least they are paying attention but to what end?

When it comes down to it; I love a good scare and a great ghost story so BRING IT ON HOLLYWOOD! I know whats real.

Doppelgangers – a quick peek by Amanda

When asked recently what really scares me, I mean terrifies me, the only thing that immediately came to mind is Doppelgängers. “Harbingers of Death” The sheer thought of it chills me to the bone.

As a paranormal enthusiast and avid supernatural researcher I can say truly I have never touched upon the topic of doppelgängers. Coincidence or Fear? More than likely a little from A and a whole pile of B. I have studied demonology, witch hunts, werewolves, ancient charms, myths and curses,  modern tales and practices of zombification. I have travelled up and down the West Coast and across our wild country in search of tales and evidence of phantoms, poltergeist & possessions. I have spent more than a penny in dark alleys & swamped bathrooms seeking all things horrifyingly creepy and dedicated more than my life on the search for the unknown but never have I touched the subject of doppelgängers.

In German doppelgängers is a Double-goer and in English doppelgänger translates to “double of someone”, so I ask you; what is it really? Simply a twin or mirror image of us that lives far away never to been seen with our own eyes or is there more to it? History leads us to believe more..

Guy de Maupassant, a 19th century writer most commonly known by his works “Boule de Suif” and “Le Horla” was plagued later in life by a belief of seeing his own doppelgänger and being haunted to the end of his life,  even writing about this in his short story “Lui”. It would be simple to end this example here and say no more to this strange tail but the skeptic in me dives further. Obsessed with self-preservation, Guys existence became a tragic tale until the end of his life. Constant fear and paranoia that plagued the writer eventually drove him mad; he was committed to an asylum after trying to commit suicide by slitting his own throat. Was this all on account of seeing his doppelgängers or does another revelation of his contraction of syphilis earlier in life explain all?

Abraham Lincoln was noted as believing he not only had a visit from his doppelgängers but also had dreams that foretold his death.

Percy Bysshe Shelley and even Queen Elizabeth both reported seeing their doppelgängers shortly before their deaths, Percy with the uncanny ability to make mention of details of his death that came true.

I have often wondered if our own fears within society have caused these stories to drop off the radar. Is it too “nuts” to report a sighting of our own ghostly apparitions? Are we as a society too scared to admit that there may be more involved when encountering any form of spirit? I have been told that spirit will come to us in forms we recognize as to not startle us or scare us but rather to reassure us. I am sorry but seeing an apparition of myself is top shelf startling and would scare me to pieces… so that theory is out the window. For me that is.

Interestingly enough, we do share stories of seeing our loved ones. I was recently involved in a delightfully in-depth conversation of the belief of the supernatural when this topic came up and I heard one of the most moving stories of a loved one coming and visiting their Grandmother at the exact time of death. A visit that became reassuring and reaffirming at the same time. This was a private and personal story so details will not be shared but it does lead me to sharing other examples.

John Donne: The 16th century poet while overseas and away from his expecting wife had a vision of her holding a newborn baby, this apparition was a portent of great sadness. Donne months later learnt his wife had given birth to a stillborn at the exact time of this vision.

Another notable tale took place in the home of Vice-Admiral Sir George Tryon. While a dinner party was being hosted in his Eaton Square home in London the he walked through the drawing-room and looked straight ahead, not responding to any greetings by guests to his home. His wife was the most shocked as he was supposed to be on a ship, in the Mediterranean Squadron, maneuvering off the coast of Syria. It was reported that night his ship the HMS Victoria had gone down with him on board after a collision with the HMS Camperdown.

I got the heebie-geebies just writing that part…

I often wonder why most of these accounts happen in the ”olden days”.  Is it a belief structure that we have grown out of?  Or are we just simply a little bit too weary to admit to such happenings- faced with the fear of being called crazy or flaky.   In fact if we were a bit more accepting of all belief systems and traditions it would be much easier to answer, document and study these inquiries, possibly even squashing all fear.

Look how far we have come with after death, near death and shared death experiences.  All coined terms for the new days we live. Is there a possibility that these scientific terms and studies can tie into the theories of doppelgängers?    Wormholes, Dimensions, Shadow People and Doppelgängers ~  Lets open this dialogue.

They love to say Hi

I love EVP’s. When I’ve completed an investigation and get home, usually in the middle of the night, I won’t sleep until I’ve popped on the headphones and listened to at least a good hour of me asking if anyone would like to communicate, followed of course by stony silence. But every once in a while we get replies to these little one sided Q&A sessions and it’s always such a rush when you hear that little voice, from far away, giving you that one word universal greeting…Hi !! Sometimes they say more.

Electronic Voice Phenomenon. With the only possible exception of having a full torso apparition materialize in front of you or on camera, evp’s are a very coveted and sought after bit of evidence for a paranormal investigator to obtain. They can be recorded on almost any type of recording device ranging from the magnetic tape recorders to digital handheld units to even laptop computers, anything with a microphone, leave it running for a couple hours and you may just capture a little allo allo from the other side. By no means do you have to be an expert.

Have to remind myself on occasion of just how much energy it must take for them to break that barrier just to deliver those one or two words to us. It’s a completely different plain of existence and any type of communication takes so much patience and energy from both sides of the window that it’s no small wonder as to why I feel so drained afterwards.

The energy drain and time spent is well worth the investment when you capture that first evp, and then it reinvigorates you and that inner voice tells you to get out there and get some more.

So you googled EVP because you were curious to learn a little more and you happen to stumble across our blog when it came up in the search results and you’ve learned that you don’t have to be an expert in the occult or a seasoned paranormal investigator in order to record your own. You only need a recorder, ears, patience, and a little perseverance will help more than will hurt. Try it out and you may just surprise yourself with what you find.