Prior to investigating, I knew that my home had a few “ghostly inhabitants” living with us. From the time I moved here, I always felt like I was being watched in my basement – I actually have a very difficult time sleeping down there and refuse to turn my back to the staircase. At times I feel the strong urge to just rush up the stairs and am scared to look back. My one daughter feels exactly the same (as she too is very psychic). I knew that I had at least two spirits in my home – however they seem to prefer staying in my attic – which became extremely apparent last year when Yvon decided to go up there to get rid of the bats (who also found our home quite comfortable to live in LOL!). He had unfortunately upset the two spirits – for we experienced some slight activity for about a week afterwards. It was then when I fell into “mediumship mode” – and I learned that there is a native man and his child. The man is very protective of his child and they prefer to keep to themselves (which is very true because besides the “bat incident” they have never bothered us – and most of the elder native folk are indeed very quiet, they keep to themselves, etc.). I also hold the very firm belief that these two spirits are connected to the fact that the town’s sports arena complex was literally built right over top of an ancient native burial ground.
On November 1, 2010, I finally conducted my first evp session in my home – to try and learn the names of our spirit friends and to speak with them best I could. I was definitely not expecting what I heard – even though psychically I already knew. For evp sessions I use the Ghost Box as well as a voice recorder and microphone. Below I am including three very strong evp recordings that I feel are definitely classified as Class A evps. I will write what I said, as well as the responses to that you can read and listen. The responses are very clear.
(This is the recording of the 4 year old child spirit that communicated with me.)
I am asking them if they know my grandmother’s name. At first it’s as if they can’t pronounce it – but when I ask a second time TWO spirits distinctly say “Nana.” While I do call my grandmother Nana, her real name is Leola – a very uncommon name and many folks have had problems pronouncing it; so I don’t blame them if they can’t pronounce it either lol
(Three times the spirits has fiddled around with the buttons and settings on my Ghost Box – obviously out of boredom/playfulness/curiosity as the next evp suggests lol. I ask if that was a hint that I should leave them alone. Then very distinctly you will here a male spirit – who I believe his name is “Al” – states quite clearly “It’s kinda boring.” LOL!)
Ghost Stories: Native Chanting and Singing At Grave Lake
Here is a story – a very TRUE story – that happened to me and my husband Yvon just this past summer:
Yvon (my husband) and I frequently go to Grave Lake. Grave Lake is an ancient native burial grounds/cemetary, that surrounds the entire lake. There are literally hundreds of graves around the entire area – the majority of them to this day unmarked. There is only one marked grave, of which we believe was that of a great chief. Whenever we go there we can feel the wonderful peace, the spirituality, and indeed the many native spirits watching over us. The first time I went there I was very nervous (seeing as I am a very sensitive psychic I can feel a spirit’s presence much stronger than others – and I can also point out to what I feel are a few unmarked graves). Now though, I feel very accepted, respected and wanted. I feel very much at peace with the spirits and always feel welcome.
Anyways, we will go there to clean the area of fallen trees, dead trees/wood, and of course to pay our respects.
Now the story that I will never forget:
This past summer, my husband Yvon and I decided to take a few days away from the kids and all the every-day hustle and bustle. So we stayed up at our camp site and did a lot of fishing, hunting and all-around relaxing. On one particular evening we decided to pay a visit to Grave Lake (which is a 10 minute drive from our campsite) and cruise around with the canoe.
It was a beautiful summer evening – and for once no mosquitos, black flies or deer flies to bother us. We spent about 4 hours just cruising the lake with our canoe – listening to the loons swimming close by and watching the sun’s final shimmers of light disappear under the horizon. Before we knew it, it was almost 10pm – and it was by that time dark – so of course we decided to head on back to our campsite.
Just as we were to start the motor to move towards the shore, all of a sudden we BOTH heard singing. Native singing. Not just one person … but what seemed like HUNDREDS of PEOPLE – singing and chanting along the shores of the lake. My husband and I looked at each other – puzzled – but both aware that we were definitely not hearing things. We were hearing the same thing. We scanned the shorelines and up the small cliffs towards where we knew some of the graves were … looking for any signs of people like a fire, flashlights, car headlights … anything that would tell us that other people were there. But nothing. There were no lights. No fires. We were alone … except the chanting and singing was still going on. And it was getting louder and louder by the second. And it seemed as if we were literally surrounded – as the chanting/singing seemed to come from all different directions.
By this time I was so scared I wanted to literally jump out of the canoe and swim to shore! Of course now that I think back about that silly thought I start to giggle – why do that when the canoe can go so much faster, and I would stay dry? Ha! Ha!
At any rate, I don’t think Yvon has EVER made that canoe move as fast as what he did then! We wanted to get out of there so badly that the front end of the canoe was literally up in the air as we traveled through the water. After what felt like an eternity – we finally reached the shore. As the canoe’s nose touched the sand, the chanting was still all around us – and as loud as an Ozzy Osbourne rock concert (or so it seemed to me at the time LOL!).
However, as soon as Yvon and I stepped out of the canoe and our feet touched dry land, all of a sudden the chanting stopped. Once again we looked at each other – by this time scared out of our wits and puzzled at the same time. We tried to ignore the sudden silence of the forest and somehow managed to calmly and sanely reload the canoe into the back of our truck. After calming our nerves, we then decided that we MUST investigate this. There HAD to be people at one of the graves because in both of our minds we believed that there was no way that BOTH of us could hear that singing and chanting and it not be real.
So we took the truck and slowly drove up the small narrow path that lead towards the cemetary. We parked, kept the truck running with the headlights on, grabbed a flashlight each, and started to walk the grounds. We looked for a good 30 minutes. There was absolutely no evidence that ANY person was there. No fires. No footprints. No tire tracks. No NOTHING. It had just been the two of us there all this time – no one had come around.
So who had done all the chanting/singing? There is only ONE ROAD in and/or out of Grave Lake – and we had parked right in the middle of it. Realize that we have a 1-ton diesel dually – it takes up the entire width of this very narrow path. So even if someone DID come around, it would have been impossible for them to have passed us without us moving the truck for them.
At any rate both my husband and I came to the conclusion that it must have been the hundreds (really the actual number of buried souls there are unknown – but it is in the hundreds) of spirits that were singing for us. Well …. while I appreciate their loving gesture … thank you very much … I can tell you that to this very day I refuse to ever go to Grave Lake at night again!
This has not been the only occurrence of spiritual activity at Grave Lake – other local people have reported different experiences there during the night. One family in particular camped not too far from the area, and after about 2 weeks of having trees fall out of nowhere on their campsite, hearing “go away” in the middle of the night … well needless to say they took the spirits’ hints and finally left … and never went back!
Honestly this is a very spiritual place and very peaceful and calm during the day. But I highly recommend steering clear of the area during the night – because I tell you if the spirits don’t want you there they will definitely let you know!
I have attached a few pictures of Grave Lake for you all to see. Even viewing the pictures you can feel the spiritual energy and love throughout the place (I say love because I do feel welcome there because all I’ve had are positive experiences there – which is unlike many other people that have had negative experiences). I even recall one day while my husband was cutting down a tree – I was right in the way of where the tree was about to fall and I didn’t realize it. My husband swears to this day that the spirits were watching over and protecting me that day because for some unknown reason, in mid-fall, the tree somehow fell off to the right – he said it looked like it was caught in mid air and thrown in the other direction … in turn keeping me out of harms way!
As I say, regardless of the protection and welcome I refuse to go there at night LOL!. Enjoy the pictures – they are very special to me. Love always Lisa