It is not generally our practice to “investigate” cemeteries.  Although many people assume cemeteries are naturally haunted, I have only ever had one report and one query on any cemetery. I think the query was based on rumor, and some juicy mob stories.  If it weren’t for that, however, I would still be inclined to wonder if there weren’t something odd going on at this particular cemetery.

I think there are several reasons for our lack of interest in this area but these aside, I will tell you that the BCGHRS DID check out a cemetery on the North Shore, as we’ve had a few reports come from there, as well as my own experiences as a teen.

We received a few reports a while back on a particular headstone that is in the Cemetery. Nothing concrete, but coupled with another report on the same thing, and my own experiences, we thought this might be a good place to look around, and try out some of the team’s new equipment.

This cemetery is where, as a teen, I had a few of my own strange occurrences there.  I did most of my cemetery “hangings out” at an earlier age than some. Having a fascination with cemeteries, I would go there in the middle of the day with my good friend, Meredith.  We occasionally picnicked there and I even gave her a few driving lessons as it was at a time when I had been driving already for a few years and she was almost due to get her license. It was a perfect area for that, at the end of a no thru road.

It was during one of those driving sessions that we both experienced something decidedly odd.  Years before the recent EVP hype came about, I had seen the movie, The Changeling and decided we would like to see if we could record a ghost.  What better place to do it than at a cemetery as we were still of a mind that a cemetery MUST be haunted.  It was one sunny afternoon, we were recording while driving and when upon playing back the tape, we heard a male voice say, “No!” right after one of us had asked the other a question. It was right around that time when it sounded like something kicked my driver’s door. Hard.  It was a bright day and could see clearly all around us. We were the only ones at the cemetery.  We saw nothing that would indicate something had hit my vehicle.

Years later, two personal experiences and two reports prompted us to venture up there to have a look and to try out some new equipment.

We arrived there at 5:30 pm on a warm afternoon in September.  Kevin took these photos right after I felt a buzz in my right ear, and Tracey felt as though her ear was quite rudely tugged.  A third member felt that he picked up on a man who rather felt that women were quite beneath him, and perhaps felt volatile towards females.

Kevin proceeded to snap two photos, in quick order, which reveals the following interesting shots.  The only thing we have done to these photos is brighten them.  It was still bright in the cemetery at the time of these photos, but because of the trees, the photos turned out quite dark.