Welcome home.

If you’ve found your way here, it means you’ve got paranormal interests that range from reading about paranormal phenomena to exploring abandoned and allegedly haunted places and everything and anything in between. Perhaps you’ve experienced something in your life that has caused you to question if we’re really alone on this earthly plane or if we share this existence with those who have crossed over. That’s how I got here.

I was 8 when I first realized I was sensitive, sometimes called clairsentient.

I spent a lot of time with my grandparents, eventually moving in with them when my parents divorced. They lived in a large house in a small town, a town called Paradise in Newfoundland, Canada, surrounded by untouched woodlands that were great for a child with an intrinsic need to explore. I enjoyed spending time in the woods and would sit for hours under trees that, I was sure, were over a hundred years old. I’d lie on my back and look up at the canopy, watching the wind move through the branches and leaves and feeling completely at peace. It wasn’t until the sun began to set, the streetlights began to burn brightly, and the woods began to darken that I would make my way back home. It was at the point I walked in through the back door, down the back stairway, and into the rec room that I began to feel ill at ease.

It wasn’t that I was uncomfortable about coming home. I loved my grandparents and I enjoyed living with them. I had everything I needed. I never felt ignored or alone. Truthfully, never feeling alone was part of the problem.

I constantly felt pressure on the top of my head. It was as if someone was placing their hands and lightly pushing down. I also had the sensation of walking through spider webs. I would wipe my face regularly, but the feeling remained. In addition, I experienced temperature changes when inside the house and would frequently feel the small hairs on the back of my neck stand at attention. The rec room, in particular, made me feel especially uneasy.

If you’re sensitive or have spoken to, or read about, the experiences had by sensitives or clairsentients, you know that the above descriptions are some most frequently relayed by those who experience the presence of otherworldly influences. I suppose the best way to explain my clairsentience is to relate an experience I’ve had.


My first experience with the paranormal occurred in the rec room. I awoke after 2 am, feeling sick. I hung my head over the side of my bed and closed my eyes, waiting for the sensation to pass. Eventually, it got so bad that I had to get up and go to the bathroom to be sick. When I exited the bathroom ten or twenty minutes later, I looked down the hall past my grandparent’s room. Their door was closed, as was the guest bedroom door across the hall. All the lights were out except for the small nightlight by the door to my bedroom. As I looked down the hall, I began to see lights dancing on the ceiling and the floor. They would brighten and fade and seemed to be emanating from the stairwell that led to the rec room. I walked slowly down the hall and to the top of the stairs, listening hard to see if anyone was actually down there. I could hear soft muttering sounds, almost as if someone had left the tv on low. I couldn’t remember if I’d turned the tv off when I’d used it that afternoon, so I ascended the stairs, fumbling for the light switch at the bottom. It was then I realized I felt heavy. The air around me seemed to buzz and I began to feel cold. As I stood in the darkness, the light intensified and, out of nowhere, people began to appear.

They drifted into the scene as if propelled by the wind and swayed back and forth. They were dancing. Their clothing looked to be from some bygone era, long coats, tall hats and collars, and billowy dresses. It was as if they were somewhere between where they were and where I was in time. Their hands, legs, and faces were blurred, almost resembling the static on a tv channel to which you don’t subscribe as if they weren’t coming in clearly. If I strained, I could hear music playing softly.

I gasped, backing up the stairs, anxious to get away. At the sound, the figures stopped dancing and turned to look at me, their faces smudged like charcoal drawings, dark in some places and lighter in others. I turned and ran as fast as I could up the stairs and back to my room, feeling the carpet burn my knees as I clumsily retreated. I hid under the covers, quaking with fear, and waited for the sun to come up.

In the morning, I awoke, feeling groggy and disoriented. I didn’t feel sick anymore, which I was happy about. I shook my head. I must have dreamt the whole thing. There was no other reasonable explanation.  I asked my grandmother to run me a bath because the plumbing in the house was old and sometimes the pipes would “stutter” if you turned on both too quickly.

As I undressed in the bathroom, still disbelieving of the experiences I’d had a few hours before, I felt a sudden sting. I stepped out of my pants and examined my shins and knees. Both were red and angry and rubbed raw in several spots, others stippled with small scabs.


I still feel pressure on the top of my head, still feel spider webs across my face and arms, still feel the fine hair on the back of my neck stand on end, and still occasionally see spirits. At present, several spirits reside in the house I now share with my spouse. I know they’re there and I can feel them strongly in certain areas of the home. I’ve simply come to terms with my sensitivity and accepted it as something I will always experience. The spirits currently surrounding me don’t feel malicious and they’ve never hurt me, so I live with them. In my opinion, this house is as much theirs as it is mine.

Once we get that far, I hope you’ll enjoy Haunt Heads. The podcast will feature a couple of haunted places, spaces, and maybe even items in each episode. In time, I hope we can include some of your experiences. It should be a blast. =)

All the best,

Your Fellow Haunt Head




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