Walking Between Worlds: Why I Ghost Hunt and I’m Drawn to the Paranormal

Ghosthunter in Action

Why do I choose to spend my evenings in quiet, forgotten buildings, sitting in the dark, listening for voices no one else hears? It’s not because I want to be scared—far from it.

It’s because something calls me to these places. Not with fear, but with a sense of purpose. A pull. A knowing.

Ghost hunting, or what I prefer to call spiritual investigation, isn’t just about the dead. It’s about the living. It’s about energy, memory, and the thin spaces where this world and the next seem to overlap. That’s where I work best, on the edge of the seen and unseen.

People often assume investigators are thrill-seekers, and I agree some are.. Yet for many of us, it’s the complete opposite. We’re peace-seekers. Soul-searchers. We come not to provoke, but to connect. We listen. We sit with the silence. We honour the space.

For me, it’s always been about connection. Not just with the spirit world, but with the stories, the emotion, the energy that still lingers long after the body has gone. You can feel it when you enter some places, energy, perhaps raw grief in the walls, joy in a single note of song that lingers in the air, fear in a doorway no one wants to stand in. And if you sit long enough, listen deeply enough, something often responds.

It might be a whisper or a name. A flicker of light in perfect response to a gentle question. Sometimes it’s just a feeling and those feelings matter.

I don’t always seek “proof.” That’s not the point anymore. Over the years, I’ve come to accept that truth often lives in subtlety, in the energy shift, in the chill down your back, in the weight of the atmosphere when a spirit steps close.

Science might not have words for it yet, but the soul knows and this work, because that’s what it is, sacred work, isn’t just about what we experience in the moment, it’s about healing. For some spirits, yes, and for us, too. Sitting in these spaces can bring clarity. It can soften grief, bring comfort, open doors inside ourselves that we didn’t even know were closed.

I’ve seen people changed by a night in a haunted building, not because something flew across the room, but because something shifted within them. A new understanding. A moment of peace. A sense that they’re not alone.

Maybe that’s why I do this. I believe we are never truly alone. I believe the veil is thin, and those on the other side are sometimes just waiting for someone to listen. Perhaps I know, in my bones, that energy never dies, it just moves.

So I go. I ask the questions and I hold the space. I walk gently in places others avoid and in return, I’ve found more than I ever expected: connection, peace, and the quiet assurance that there is more to this life and what follows, more than we can yet understand.

That’s why I’m drawn to the paranormal, really, it’s not so paranormal at all it is 100% natural. It is the human spirit, and it shows itself when we seek it.