I can understand why many people don’t believe in the supernatural. I think for some people it’s a matter of comfort that nothing unseen can hurt us. I always wanted to believe in ghosts but I had never seen any proof. Back in the fall of 2004 I had just moved to the community of Hope in British Columbia. I had just started a new job and had no friends to speak of which meant I spent a lot of time at home watching TV. At the time there were several paranormal shows on TV that had ghost hunters running around in the dark taking pictures of things that went bump in the night. The show I remember most was Most Haunted, a show from the UK. I enjoyed the show, but could see how easy it would be to fake the findings. This spurred me into my own revelation, why not go do my own research?
With that thought I grabbed my camera and headed to the one place I was sure I would find spirits, should they exist, the cemetery. I would head to the graveyard after dark and walk around the headstones snapping pictures at random. Right away I caught the classic orb shots, as illustrated below. What I will say about orbs is I concluded in is not dust or bugs. I got orbs in every weather condition from rainy nights to snowy nights, hot nights to freezing nights.
I identified bugs before and they tend to be more solid and quite bright, whereas the orb is transparent. Also rain drops are not circular and look very different form the classic orb. Dust should not be present dure a damp rainy night, and yet they are, so I eliminated dust as a cause.The other interesting point about orbs was they appeared in abundance in the cemetery but i could find virtually none in a city park.
Anyway, I continued doing this for roughly eight months, going alone and wandering the headstones. I did find some nights more active than others but I rarely left with nothing.
On May 3, 2005 I planned to go to the cemetery for my usual hunt but on this night I felt an unease that was never there before. I shook it off and went anyway. The feeling unfortunately continued to grow and by the time I arrived at the gates of the graveyard I couldn’t bring myself to enter, a first for me. On this night I snapped photo’s from the fence line which is a chain link fence three feet high with cedar trees every four feet or so.
About 10 photo’s in an intense sudden coldness enveloped me. I can only describe it as being vacuum sealed inside a frozen bed sheet that is sucked to your skin instantly. As this strange and eerie cold zapped me I snapped a picture. On the digital display screen there was a large white mass that was directly in front of me that covered half the screen. I didn’t see in it person, only on the display screen, but I knew well enough I should leave. I said outloud “I can take a hint, I’m leaving.”
I walked quickly across the street to my car and got in frightened beyond anything I had ever experienced before in life. What terrified me more was I could feel the energy with me, in the car. Imagine a pair of beady insane eyes staring at your temple from an inch away, that’s the feeling it gave me. Not wanting to bring this entity home and having no real idea how to get rid of it, I did what any sensible person would do, I went to the liquor store. I actually bought booze and went for some fast food, it was nearly an hour before I went home.
I was still unnerved when I got home but I was curious what I had got on camera. The picture shocked me and still does to this day.
The picture is best full screen in the dark, but even in daylight most everyone can pick out the faces, some human, some not. I accepted the possibility it was my breath but to this day I have never been able to re-create anything as intense as that cloud – and remember this was in May. The night wasn’t cold with the exception of the cold that enveloped me. I am convinced the photo is an apparition of souls held captive by an evil presence. I see human faces in the cloud, but I am certain I see a rams head which may explain the demonic feel that I was left with. After 10 years this photo remains my own proof that ghosts exist. I found what I was looking for and I know evil exists. Once you have touched it, you can’t un-touch it.
I gave up ghost hunting for the longest time. It was foolish to play with something I didn’t understand. I’m older and wiser now and I have a better grasp of the rules. A friend of mine wants to start up a paranormal group. We recently held a ouija/ghost box session in his home which he has always contended was haunted. The box named a member of the group (not a common name either) and then when asked if it was a good or bad spirit we all heard the box reply…demonic.
I closed the session and said good bye without anyone else’s approval. Maybe it’s a sign I’m playing with fire…again.
M
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