Ghost Stories – Looking For Your Spooky Experience

I have been posting a few ghost stores that I have received while investigating UFOs and other areas of the paranormal.

These Ghost stories can be found on my main Blog at
http://the-v-factor-paranormal.blogspot.ca/

If you have had a Ghostly encounter and would like to share your experience with the readers in this Haunting month of October, please do send along your spooky experience.

Your Ghost story can be emailed to Brian Vike (The Vike Factor) at sighting@telus.net

Thank you.

Brian Vike (Retired)
Box 1091
Houston, British Columbia, Canada.

Email: sighting@telus.net

The Vike Factor (Brian Vike) http://the-v-factor-paranormal.blogspot.com/

UFO Man Looks For Ghost Stories - All Hallow's Eve

(From Brian Vike’s Paranormal Files)

By JENNIFER LANG
Terrace Standard news
http://www.terracestandard.com/
October 30, 2002

All Hallow's Eve

Legend has it that the souls of the dead are closest to the living at this time of year.

Oct. 31 is the date of the Celtic New Year, Samhain, when the veil between the physical and spiritual worlds is the thinnest and the souls of those who have died during the year bid farewell.

Image Left: The picture is from the newspaper article that was done on Brian Vike.

Maybe that's why our thoughts turn to ghouls and ghosts and things that go bump in the night. Or maybe it's the longer nights.

Whatever the reason, ghost stories - especially "true" ghost stories - hold an irresistible fascination for many readers.

Surprisingly few published reports of hauntings originate from northern B.C., however.

"There's lots of stories around - it's getting people to talk," says Brian Vike, the northwest's resident researcher on the paranormal.

Vike, who lives in Houston, B.C., is collecting true ghost tales for his new journal, The Canadian Communicator, a publication devoted to topics like UFO sightings, Lake Monsters and Sasquatches, Hauntings and Crop Circles.

His first issue explored one ghost story in detail, but it came from Ontario, says Vike, who's better known as a UFO investigator who's tracked down an impressive number of first-hand accounts of UFO sightings from northwestern B.C. residents.

But so far, he's investigated few local ghost stories.

"I know they're around," he says. "I've been trying to gather some from around here."

Vike has now collected more than 100 UFO reports from people in Terrace, Smithers, and even Seward, B.C. The majority stem from a string of sightings across Highway 16 earlier this year.

He's also a frequent guest on radio shows - local, regional, national and even international (one Mexican interviewer provides a simultaneous translation for his listening audience when Vike appears on his show).

Vike can be reached at sighting@telus.net or b_vike@telus.net

Note from Brian Vike: Since we are into the Halloween month of October, I thought I would pull out some of the Ghost stories I received.

Also if you have a ghost story you think everyone would enjoy reading, please send it along and I would be happy to post the story. Please email your story to sighting@telus.net

If anyone has been witness to a Ghostly sight, please send me an email with details of what you saw. Please remember to include the date and time and location. (Town/City – State or Province) and as much detail as possible.

Vike Factor Note: I do receive sighting reports from everywhere in the world, and I post all of the reports I receive here: http://the-v-factor-paranormal.blogspot.com/

Brian Vike.
Box 1091
Houston, British Columbia, Canada.

Email: v_factor_paranormal@live.com or b_vike@telus.net

The Vike Factor -  Houston, British Columbia Centre For UFO Research. Canadian UFO Investigator Brian Vike.

Ghost Stories - A Families Ghost Encounters

(From Brian Vike’s Paranormal Files)

Note from Brian Vike: Since we are into the Halloween month of October, I thought I would pull out some of the Ghost stories I received. 

Also if you have a ghost story you think everyone would enjoy reading, please send it along and I would be happy to post the story. Please email your story to sighting@telus.net

Hi Brian, We have a couple of ghost stories amongst my family members and my husband and I.

1. When my Mother was a child, her my Grandmother used to chastise her for throwing a ball up and down the stairs leading to the second floor of the house. My Mother wouldn't stop it, and she stood at the top of the stairs and let the ball drop so it would bounce down the steps.

My Grandmother appeared at the foot of the stairs before the ball arrived and all of a sudden it bounced back up the stairs to my Mother. My Mother was a mere child, I wasn't even thought of then, but it freaked her out so much that she told my Sister and I this story when we were youngsters.

2. Another story that my Mother told my Sister and I, took place when our Mother was but a child. She was with her Grandmother and Grandfather, my Great Grandparents and all of a sudden they all heard the wolves outside.

My Great Grandmother opened the door and threw out some salted pork. . . the howling eventually stopped, this was in winter. . . it was later in the night when suddenly there was a knock at the door and it was a man who was begging for a drink of water.

My Mother has often wondered if that man was somehow responsible for the howling that had taken place earlier in the evening.

3. My Mother-in-Law died and she has been talking to us via our coffee makers ever since her ashes arrived in our home. We have gone through many coffee makers and have found no other excuse other than they are being used for some unknown soul to communicate with us.

I know it sounds weird, but every coffee maker would make buzz noises long after the brewing was done and we'd say, "hi mom!" and the buzzing would continue for awhile.

Some coffee makers were not even plugged in and would turn themselves on. My husband and I witnessed that...spooky eh?

4. In one of the houses we lived in, I was in the basement where the laundry machines were and I was reaching for an ashtray when all of a sudden it slide across the counter and to my hand.

There was no condensation...wetness under the ashtray, nor was the counter on a slope. Light bulbs were always bursting in that house too.

5. We have moved from the above mentioned house and I'm un aware of any ghost visits, our new coffee maker will at times flood the counter with coffee when there's no known excuse for it not to fill the carafe instead...between my husband and I, we can't figure out what we have done to cause the flood, it's really irritating, also this new coffee maker doesn't buzz at all, it just makes messes. hehehe.

BOOOOOOOOO!

Thank you to the person for their ghost stories.

If anyone has had a Ghost event, please send me an email with details of what you saw. Please remember to include the date and time and location. (Town/City – State or Province) and as much detail as possible.

Vike Factor Note: I do receive sighting reports from everywhere in the world, and I post all of the reports I receive here: http://the-v-factor-paranormal.blogspot.com/

Brian Vike.
Box 1091
Houston, British Columbia, Canada.

Email: sighting@telus.net - v_factor_paranormal@live.com - b_vike@telus.net

The Vike Factor -  Houston, British Columbia Centre For UFO Research. Canadian UFO Investigator Brian Vike.

Two British Columbia Sasquatch/Bigfoot Sighting Stories (Telephone Interview)

(From Brian Vike’s UFO Files) Re-posted by Brian.

Brian Vike did a telephone interview with a fellow who related two reports on Sasquatch here in British Columbia, Canada.

To listen to the audio clip, please follow this link that is provided.
http://www.4shared.com/mp3/Anvo1PAI/Two_British_Columbia_Sasquatch.html?

Brian Vike (Retired)
Box 1091
Houston, British Columbia, Canada.

Email: sighting@telus.net

The Vike Factor (Brian Vike) http://the-v-factor-paranormal.blogspot.com/

Ghost Stories - Dogs Sense The Dead (Report And Audio Interview)

(From Brian Vike’s UFO Files) Posted by Brian.

  Hi Brian, You asked for ghost stories so here come some more! Actually this is about three different dogs and three different ghosts.

We all know that animals sense things that we humans aren't consciously aware of. That is why when a dog sees a ghost you really know something strange is there!

The first story is about my German Shepherd/wolf cross. In Victoria where I live there are many locations known to have resident ghosts. A popular location for ghost hunting is the Oak Bay Golf Course, isolated, quiet and looking out over the ocean.

One night my mother and I decided on a whim to leave the house about 11:00 p.m. and go look for the ghost. We took my dog with us. After an hour of sitting in the car and staring out over the golf course we had seen nothing at all resembling a ghost.

We decided to give it another 10 minutes then go home. I then noticed a white haze forming across the greens and near some bushes on the edge of the ocean. So did my mom.

We both acknowledged that what we were looking at could be normal fog or even our active imaginations. Then suddenly from the back seat my dog began a low growl. I turned and looked at him.

He was on his feet (he'd been asleep up until then) hackles up and staring at exactly the spot we'd been looking at. The white haze was getting thicker and the dog was getting more agitated. Mom and I looked at each other, looked at the dog and then looked at the white fog slowly becoming more solid. We left!

Second Dog/Ghost Story.

The second dog story took place in Yaletown in Vancouver. My daughter lived in a seventh floor condo with her Border Collie. She had a corner condo and her windows looked down four floors to a storage locker building roof across the alley and along the alley below.

Late one night she awoke to the sound of her dog barking non- stop in the living room. This was very unusual.

Her dog seldom barked and had never barked indoors. The alley below was often very busy as it was a convenient shortcut. She had heard parties, fights and gun shots but it had never bothered the dog. Concerned she got up and found her dog staring at the window overlooking the alley.

She would not stop barking until my daughter got quite firm with her. She then continued to quietly whine. Of course my daughter looked out the window to what was disturbing her dog. She opened the window so she could see the full length of the alley.

Right away she heard two women talking. She also very clearly heard their footsteps. The only problem was there was no one there. For security purposes that alley was very brightly lit and there were no alcoves or doorways that a person could stand in.

As she listened and watched she heard them walking towards her from the far end of the alley, pass right under her window and then continue to the end of the alley and around the corner.

Although she could hear them very clearly talking and laughing and their foot steps, which sounded like they were walking on wet pavement (it was dry), there was no one in sight.

The moment they "appeared" to walk around the corner the sounds stopped and the dog stopped fussing and curled up and went to sleep. The dog never again barked in the condo and my daughter never again heard the sounds of invisible people.

Last Dog/Ghost Story.

My last dog story took place near a large city in mid Canada. I am purposely vague about locations since the man who told me this story is reluctant to talk about it and I don't want to say anything that might identify him.

I know him very well and have absolutely no reason to doubt his story. It happened several years ago. For reasons that aren't important to the story he, his wife and three dogs were staying in a very large but empty campground for a couple of months. Their tent was quite far from the others and on the edge of a large field.

One evening the dogs were restless and not interested in eating or playing. When my friends went to bed the dogs, who were tied right outside the tent, had a hard time settling. Shortly after midnight the dogs started to whine and growl and the man got up to see what was going on. He noticed the dogs were looking out across the empty field so he looked that way as well. The sky was clear and there was a bright moon shining.

At the far edge of the field he saw a woman slowly walking towards them. She was easy to see in her long white dress. She was walking slowly but definitely in their direction and the dogs were jumping and spinning in their agitation.

The man's first thought and concern was that it was another camper who was sleep walking. As she was obviously heading directly towards their tent he wanted to intercept her before she got tangled with the dogs.

He walked a little way towards her then noticed something very strange. The field was not flat. It had bumps and hollows but she was floating across all the hollows. She was just above the ground. By now the dogs had given up barking and were huddled together whimpering.

The man just stared, then realized the woman would be passing in front of the car. He waited until she was directly in front then reached in the open window and turned the headlights on.

She instantly disappeared, the dogs sighed and went to sleep. He looked around, went back to bed but stayed awake. His wife slept through the whole event was quite annoyed the next morning to find out what she had missed. The lady in white never returned and the dogs never had another bad night.

Hope you enjoyed the stories!

© 2015 Brian Vike's, Vike Report Audio Interview For – Ghosts With Lynne and Brian Vike. (Audio Interview). https://www.4shared.com/mp3/Xy3XyIpxce/Ghosts3_Merged.html

Thank you to the person for all the wonderful ghost stories.

If anyone has had a Ghost sighting, please send me an email at sighting@telus.net or fill out the online UFO report form at http://sightings1.yolasite.com/ with details of what you saw. 

Please remember to include the date and time and location. (Town/City – State or Province) and as much detail as possible.

Vike Factor Note: I do receive sighting reports from all over the world, and I post all of the reports I receive here: http://the-v-factor-paranormal.blogspot.com/

Brian Vike.
Box 1091
Houston, British Columbia, Canada.

Email: sighting@telus.net or b_vike@telus.net

The Vike Factor -  Houston, British Columbia Centre For UFO Research. Canadian UFO Investigator Brian Vike.

Brian Vike’s Adventures Under Hypnosis And Fun Short Stories

(From Brian Vike's UFO Files)

By Brian Vike

Introduction And Beginnings

One day back in 1979 my friend George asked me if I was interested in being hypnotized. I told him I would think about it and let him know later on.

He did explain a few things to me about what we would be doing but thought it best I waited till later in the day to let him know my answer. After much deliberation I made my decision. I met with George the following week to be hypnotized.

It did sound interesting and I thought I would give it a go. George lived quite a few miles away from me so we arranged meetings in alternate homes to save on travel.

The very first time George tried to place me under a deep sleep we failed but we thought it would take a few sessions and some practice to get where we wanted.

As the weeks went on I eventually fell into the state of sleep that George was endeavoring to achieve, which was to enable me to project myself to where ever he intended me to be.

When at home under hypnosis, he would ask me to be at a certain place in any time period and as fast as he said this to me, I was there.

I was viewing everything that was around me. It was my first venture under hypnosis and I began gradually by "floating" outside of my home. I was above the roof and could look through the walls to see what surrounding people were doing.

Right through the bricks, the plaster, and the furniture. As our sessions improved and I became confident with myself we would see many more things. One day he asked me to search for mineral deposits.

I did and I could see through the gravel and soil to discover the exact location of the rich mans treasure. After one such occasion George and I sat down at the kitchen table discussing what I had seen.

We took out a mineral map of British Columbia and by using psychonometry we were able to pinpoint the mineral hotspots on the map. We were to discover later on that these deposits had in fact been claimed and some were working mines.

To this day we have not checked all our data and no doubt some are unclaimed. Even though I was fascinated by these goings-on I was also slightly frightened of it.

One other evening before I left my home on my way to George's, I noticed a bulletin on television that a plane had gone down somewhere in the northern part of British Columbia. There were no specific details available about the pilot, plane or exact position of the supposed crash.

Just that a plane had gone missing. However, strange things were to happen when I underwent hypnosis. My sleep was deep. I went back in time to where I met the plane in flight. I saw the pilot. He was fine.

The plane was in excellent mechanical condition however the weather had spelt disaster for the impending flight. The thunderstorms were explosive, visibility was low and torrents of rain hampered the pilots voyage. He decided to land the float plane on a nearby lake.

The lake was called Watson Lake in Northern British Columbia which I had located using sycanometry by way of a map. I knew were he had landed, I knew the condition of the plane and the health of the pilot. I was there as it happened.

I saw it from my chair in my living room with George standing beside me. Days passed after the incident and neither George nor I heard any more details from any media source. We were curious and concerned.

I picked up the phone and called a television station in Victoria, British Columbia. My call was transferred to the news desk and I asked the person on the other end what had happened to the downed flight they reported on a week previous. I listened intently as the male voice told me where the plane had landed.

He told me the condition of the pilot and also the reason why he had had to descend. He mentioned Watson Lake in B.C. and described the weather conditions that caused the pilots action. Both sets of details were mirror-images.

Healing Powers

Our sessions continued and the subjects became tantalizing. George once again was visiting my home to do our session. My son was very sick and George explained to me that it was possible to send "healing powers" through hypnosis once a person was in a deep sleep. I asked more about it and could we give it a go.

I wanted to see if I could help my son to feel better. I sat in the chair and concentrated on what George was saying to me and fell into a deep sleep. I was feeling connected to my son by way of an umbilical cord and my thoughts and feelings and power to heal were carried from me to him.

I felt as if we were joined. I could feel the energy leaving me and directing itself into my son. George went home and I went to bed. It was a cold Canadian night. When the sun rose in the morning my son was up and about and certainly feeling much better than he had the day before.

I was happy and amused, excited and contented. It was all very new and strange for me and I was enjoying the sensations and enthusiasm that was emanating from my body and mind.

We had also sent healing powers to other people. One in particular was a friend of George's. He lived in Alberta and had been diagnosed with cancer. His days would sometimes be good and sometimes be bad.

George kept in contact with him on a regular basis and the outlook wasn't a happy one. We wanted to help but there was little we could do except try and pass on our healing powers to him in the hope that they may connect and be able to help him, if only in a small way.

Every night when we got together we would send him our powers and on every occasion I could feel this energy leaving my body.

I became weak and drained, exhausted and tired. George arrived and we started our usual session. We wanted to direct some energy to his friend, so we worked together to achieve this. However, nothing happened.

The energy inside me remained ··it went nowhere. As hard as we tried we could not get the powers to connect to his friend. So we moved on in other directions. Later that night we talked of what had happened. I found it very strange that no energy had left me. It had done so before on every occasion··..why was this one any different.

George looked at me with a sadness in his eyes and heart and told me that he had been informed early that day of the passing of his good friend. He had died peacefully and I had not known. I guess George wanted to have me understand that what we were doing was indeed a true happening.

The Strange And Scary

We were in one of our sessions when we decided to look for gold deposits at the end of the Pitt Lake area. There were two incidences that were both very, very frightening to me. I wanted to leave the area.

George had always told me that I would always have a guide to protect me and to lead me in any incidences of impending danger. He also advised me that I would always have a protective aura around me to keep me safe from something that may have a scary effect.

He told me I wouldn't be harmed. There were two incidences that I will mention here and now··..which took place in the same area. Both were in the summer time, both would come under the headings of "mineral searches".

The first of these encounters was the one that I tend to remember foremost in my mind and will never forget. While searching for these minerals I was instantly drawn or pulled towards an area off to the side of where we were focused.

To my amazement and fright, in a small clearing off to the side, I could see a creature squatting. Its appearance was that of a reported "bigfoot". It was hard to tell the size of the creature because of its position. It was definitely not human yet in human form.

It had tattered hair, large hands which brought something up to its mouth. I didn't know what it was eating or doing. I watched and even with my protective "aura" I did not feel safe at all. I wanted to leave this area.

George reassured me that I was very safe and that nothing would hurt me but just as I seemed to feel settled the creature stopped what it was doing and slowly started to turn its head towards me. It looked straight at me but could not see me.

I'm sure it could feel my presence. An eerie feeling overtook me and suddenly I knew I was not welcome in the area. I had felt it reach out towards me - its thoughts and mind mingled with mine for an instant maybe and I knew what I must do. Leave.

As I am explaining to George what I am feeling from this encounter, he instructed me to let my guide help me and direct me to where this creature was from. I was instantly drawn to a cloud shrouded planet.

I was not allowed to penetrate the cloud cover and feelings from the planet directed me to stay where I was. I could sense many feelings from beings or creatures or whatever there was ·· through this cloud cover. That is as close as I've come to an eerie encounter. At that time my guide told me it was best we leave. We did. He may or may not be out there - judge for yourself.

Times With Billy And Boon

It was time to try different things in my life so I moved to the north western part of British Columbia. A beautiful small town called Houston. My brother in law and his brother lived here and we always had a really good time together.

If it was doing nothing but yakking, fishing or out looking for some minerals, the times we shared were filled with fun and many laughs. We thought we would take a trip back to the Barkerville area where there is a place still that holds good color and great fishing so we got things ready and headed off.

There was my son Jamie, Billy and his son Billy Jnr, Boon and myself. We hooked the tent trailer to the truck, said our goodbyes and headed for the gold country. What we were to find most was mosquitoes and every kind of blood sucking bug that drained you darn near dry. Ice on the puddles when you woke up in the morning after freezing all night long.

Underbrush that was so thick you would need a chain saw and six months to go one hundred feet. But still the country was really wonderful to see. We pulled into the Provincial campground at Barkerville the first night.

Lots of good sites to stay in, set up the tent trailer and the boys pup tent. Got things sorted out and were ready for an early start the next day.

That evening we sat around the camp fire having a few drinks telling stories and talking about what George and I had done. As the time was getting late the two boys hit the hay and Billy and I climbed into the tent trailer.

Boon was still outside finishing his drink and we were making ourselves comfortable inside the trailer. But alas..... we had forgotten to secure the metal back legs to the ground. Suddenly amid much chaotic squeals and moans, down we went, falling to one end.

Bedding, drinks, food, and us. We looked amusingly like a see-saw gone wrong. All the weight at one end of the trailer, a few drinks under our belts and our smiles and laughter all made it a difficult task to "upright" ourselves. The more we tried the worse it got.

Boon in the meantime couldn't control himself. He was in fits of laughter. Our stupidity and "helplessness" made it all the more funny. Asking him to help us was like trying to get the cow to jump over the moon.

He wanted to help but couldn't. His brain and his body had malfunctioned at the sight of us all. Knowing that we were not going to get any assistance from old Boonie, we tried to sort ourselves out.

We climbed, we laughed, we slid backwards. It seemed like for every step we went forward we then went five steps in the other direction. After what seemed like hours Billy made his way to the door to freedom and was able to help me escape the chaos inside.

We finished the night with lots of laughter and said our prayers that we had not been captured on the "funniest home video show".

After a hearty breakfast when the sun come up we all headed out on our adventure. The boys hadn't been aware of our late night predicament but asked us what all the laugher was that they had heard. Billy, Boon and I all looked at each other with smiles on our faces and timidly told our "sons" how brave we were in the face of complete disaster.

We were out searching for that bed of gold when Billy spotted a small but inviting lake. He wanted to wet his line. We made our way to the water's edge to surprisingly find a floating island of thick mossy grasses in the middle.

We tossed our lines in the hope of catching our lunch and sure enough lunch appeared on the end. The fishing was excellent. They were so plentiful we decided to catch and release apart from the ones we had kept for our supper.

While fishing to our hearts' content we all had an overwhelming urge to find out what was really on the little piece of floating land which so prominently took our attention. We had to have a look. Out came the boat, we carried it to the waters edge, launched her and our invasion commenced. Some invasion.

We retreated pretty quick smart. The first foot to land disappeared about six inches beneath the moss. The following foot followed the first foot. Up and down we all went with fishing rods in hand, looking like a bunch of ants on a bowl of jelly.

Finding that the fishing was no better on "our" island we retreated to the safety of solid ground. We fished for the remaining few hours of that afternoon and decided to camp where we were.

It would be a fresh start in the morning heading to a pre-arranged site which had been selected from one of George's and my sessions. It was all marked down on the map. We had a regular map, we had aerial photographs and we had pinpointed exactly where we had to go.

What we didn't realize at the time was that our trek was going to take us on a long hike through the toughest and most dense territory we had ever been into. Our hiking path lead us passed objects that I had seen whilst under hypnosis and projecting to this area.

All the signs were right but the landscape was too tough for what time we had available to spend on this short trip. We decided it would be best to forget about this spot at this time and return at a later date.

On our way home we stopped off at some rivers and small streams and tried our hand at panning. We came up with some really good color. This spot is still there and will be investigated further as I believe that what is there will be more than we all may realize. We had a fun trip, filled with laughs, good times and lots of fond memories. We will return...

Times With George And Rich

From the scary to the strange, there was allot of fun to be had with all of this. George and I planned a trip to go prospecting up into the Quesnel area and into the back country of Barkerville. The owner of the saw mill, Rich, decided to accompany us on the trip. It was fascinating to discover that the sights I had seen from a chair in Vancouver, were actually out there. They were turning into real life.

We drove to the area where we wanted to search for the riches that made dreams come true. Camp was set up and Rich started supper for us all. We ate good that night, burnt potatoes and veggies and a steak that wasn't fit for any kind of human consumption. But we didn't go to bed that night with an empty tummy.

The junk food was great. -:))) The next morning we got up, had breakfast and started on our way. We stopped and brought out our maps and placed them on the ground. I walked my fingers over the paper to feel for hot spots which we discovered later were in fact small working claims.

At this time George thought it would be helpful to place me into a deep sleep while I was lying on the ground on the side of the mountain. Rich thought this was very amusing and I'm sure his laughter could be heard for many miles around.

Laughter ignored, George continued to put me to sleep. It worked really well, the results were good. Whilst hypnotized I saw dry creek beds where once water flowed and found gravels bearing gold, from the very fine or flour gold to small nuggets.

I could see to the top of the mountains and for miles through the valleys and from the present to the past.

This was the excitement from projecting yourself to anywhere you wanted to go or be. Now it was time to put my sightings to practical use and of course we began with the easily accessible areas. I have to say at this time Rich was somewhat skeptical of the whole thing but he came to believe very quickly. He would watch me being hypnotized and see the sleep I was encountering and would listen to the conversation between George and I.

We could see Rich's face drop with total amazement when we later descended upon the areas I had envisaged and they were exactly as I had described. We did strike it rich.

Not rich enough to become wealthy men but we did discover some small finds - some were gold, but mostly we discovered good friendship, good times and the ability to make dreams seem a little bit closer.

When our trip was over and we were back at work, Rich would always say to me that there was something very real about what George and I had achieved. He added that if he hadn't witnessed the deeds and heard the words he wouldn't have ever believed it to be true. After our trip Rich was certainly a true believer.

 Vike Factor Note: I do receive sighting reports from everywhere in the world, and I post all of the reports I receive here: http://the-v-factor-paranormal.blogspot.com/

Brian Vike.
Box 1091
Houston, British Columbia, Canada.

Email: v_factor_paranormal@live.com or b_vike@telus.net

The Vike Factor -  Houston, British Columbia Centre For UFO Research. Canadian UFO Investigator Brian Vike.

Brian Vikes Adventures Under Hypnosis And Fun Short Stories

From the Vike Factor archives (Brian Vike) http://the-v-factor-paranormal.blogspot.com/

Introduction And Beginnings

One day back in 1979 my friend George asked me if I was interested in being hypnotized. I told him I would think about it and let him know later on. He did explain a few things to me about what we would be doing but thought it best I waited till later in the day to let him know my answer. After much deliberation I made my decision. I met with George the following week to be hypnotized. It did sound interesting and I thought I would give it a go. George lived quite a few miles away from me so we arranged meetings in alternate homes to save on travel. The very first time George tried to place me under a deep sleep we failed but we thought it would take a few sessions and some practice to get where we wanted.



As the weeks went on I eventually fell into the state of sleep that George was endeavoring to achieve, which was to enable me to project myself to where ever he intended me to be. When at home under hypnosis, he would ask me to be at a certain place in any time period and as fast as he said this to me, I was there. I was viewing everything that was around me. It was my first venture under hypnosis and I began gradually by "floating" outside of my home. I was above the roof and could look through the walls to see what surrounding people were doing.



Right through the bricks, the plaster, and the furniture. As our sessions improved and I became confident with myself we would see many more things. One day he asked me to search for mineral deposits. I did and I could see through the gravel and soil to discover the exact location of the rich mans treasure. After one such occasion George and I sat down at the kitchen table discussing what I had seen. We took out a mineral map of British Columbia and by using psychonometry we were able to pinpoint the mineral hotspots on the map. We were to discover later on that these deposits had in fact been claimed and some were working mines. To this day we have not checked all our data and no doubt some are unclaimed. Even though I was fascinated by these goings-on I was also slightly frightened of it.



One other evening before I left my home on my way to George's, I noticed a bulletin on television that a plane had gone down somewhere in the northern part of British Columbia. There were no specific details available about the pilot, plane or exact position of the supposed crash. Just that a plane had gone missing. However, strange things were to happen when I underwent hypnosis. My sleep was deep. I went back in time to where I met the plane in flight. I saw the pilot. He was fine.



The plane was in excellent mechanical condition however the weather had spelt disaster for the impending flight. The thunderstorms were explosive, visibility was low and torrents of rain hampered the pilots voyage. He decided to land the float plane on a nearby lake. The lake was called Watson Lake in Northern British Columbia which I had located using sycanometry by way of a map. I knew were he had landed, I knew the condition of the plane and the health of the pilot. I was there as it happened.



I saw it from my chair in my living room with George standing beside me. Days passed after the incident and neither George nor I heard any more details from any media source. We were curious and concerned. I picked up the phone and called a television station in Victoria, British Columbia. My call was transferred to the news desk and I asked the person on the other end what had happened to the downed flight they reported on a week previous. I listened intently as the male voice told me where the plane had landed. He told me the condition of the pilot and also the reason why he had had to descend. He mentioned Watson Lake in B.C. and described the weather conditions that caused the pilots action. Both sets of details were mirror-images.





Healing Powers



Our sessions continued and the subjects became tantalizing. George once again was visiting my home to do our session. My son was very sick and George explained to me that it was possible to send "healing powers" through hypnosis once a person was in a deep sleep. I asked more about it and could we give it a go. I wanted to see if I could help my son to feel better. I sat in the chair and concentrated on what George was saying to me and fell into a deep sleep. I was feeling connected to my son by way of an umbilical cord and my thoughts and feelings and power to heal were carried from me to him.



I felt as if we were joined. I could feel the energy leaving me and directing itself into my son. George went home and I went to bed. It was a cold Canadian night. When the sun rose in the morning my son was up and about and certainly feeling much better than he had the day before. I was happy and amused, excited and contented. It was all very new and strange for me and I was enjoying the sensations and enthusiasm that was emanating from my body and mind.



We had also sent healing powers to other people. One in particular was a friend of George's. He lived in Alberta and had been diagnosed with cancer. His days would sometimes be good and sometimes be bad. George kept in contact with him on a regular basis and the outlook wasn't a happy one. We wanted to help but there was little we could do except try and pass on our healing powers to him in the hope that they may connect and be able to help him, if only in a small way. Every night when we got together we would send him our powers and on every occasion I could feel this energy leaving my body.



I became weak and drained, exhausted and tired. George arrived and we started our usual session. We wanted to direct some energy to his friend, so we worked together to achieve this. However, nothing happened. The energy inside me remained ··it went nowhere. As hard as we tried we could not get the powers to connect to his friend. So we moved on in other directions. Later that night we talked of what had happened. I found it very strange that no energy had left me. It had done so before on every occasion··..why was this one any different. George looked at me with a sadness in his eyes and heart and told me that he had been informed early that day of the passing of his good friend. He had died peacefully and I had not known. I guess George wanted to have me understand that what we were doing was indeed a true happening.





The Strange And Scary



We were in one of our sessions when we decided to look for gold deposits at the end of the Pitt Lake area. There were two incidences that were both very, very frightening to me. I wanted to leave the area. George had always told me that I would always have a guide to protect me and to lead me in any incidences of impending danger. He also advised me that I would always have a protective aura around me to keep me safe from something that may have a scary effect. He told me I wouldn't be harmed. There were two incidences that I will mention here and now··..which took place in the same area. Both were in the summer time, both would come under the headings of "mineral searches".



The first of these encounters was the one that I tend to remember foremost in my mind and will never forget. While searching for these minerals I was instantly drawn or pulled towards an area off to the side of where we were focused. To my amazement and fright, in a small clearing off to the side, I could see a creature squatting. Its appearance was that of a reported "bigfoot". It was hard to tell the size of the creature because of its position. It was definitely not human yet in human form. It had tattered hair, large hands which brought something up to its mouth. I didn't know what it was eating or doing. I watched and even with my protective "aura" I did not feel safe at all. I wanted to leave this area.



George reassured me that I was very safe and that nothing would hurt me but just as I seemed to feel settled the creature stopped what it was doing and slowly started to turn its head towards me. It looked straight at me but could not see me. I'm sure it could feel my presence. An eerie feeling overtook me and suddenly I knew I was not welcome in the area. I had felt it reach out towards me - its thoughts and mind mingled with mine for an instant maybe and I knew what I must do. Leave.



As I am explaining to George what I am feeling from this encounter, he instructed me to let my guide help me and direct me to where this creature was from. I was instantly drawn to a cloud shrouded planet. I was not allowed to penetrate the cloud cover and feelings from the planet directed me to stay where I was. I could sense many feelings from beings or creatures or whatever there was ·· through this cloud cover. That is as close as I've come to an eerie encounter. At that time my guide told me it was best we leave. We did. He may or may not be out there - judge for yourself.





Times With Billy And Boon



It was time to try different things in my life so I moved to the north western part of British Columbia. A beautiful small town called Houston. My brother in law and his brother lived here and we always had a really good time together. If it was doing nothing but yakking, fishing or out looking for some minerals, the times we shared were filled with fun and many laughs. We thought we would take a trip back to the Barkerville area where there is a place still that holds good color and great fishing so we got things ready and headed off.



There was my son Jamie, Billy and his son Billy Jnr, Boon and myself. We hooked the tent trailer to the truck, said our goodbyes and headed for the gold country. What we were to find most was mosquitoes and every kind of blood sucking bug that drained you darn near dry. Ice on the puddles when you woke up in the morning after freezing all night long. Underbrush that was so thick you would need a chain saw and six months to go one hundred feet. But still the country was really wonderful to see. We pulled into the Provincial campground at Barkerville the first night. Lots of good sites to stay in, set up the tent trailer and the boys pup tent. Got things sorted out and were ready for an early start the next day.



That evening we sat around the camp fire having a few drinks telling stories and talking about what George and I had done. As the time was getting late the two boys hit the hay and Billy and I climbed into the tent trailer. Boon was still outside finishing his drink and we were making ourselves comfortable inside the trailer. But alas..... we had forgotten to secure the metal back legs to the ground. Suddenly amid much chaotic squeals and moans, down we went, falling to one end. Bedding, drinks, food, and us. We looked amusingly like a see-saw gone wrong. All the weight at one end of the trailer, a few drinks under our belts and our smiles and laughter all made it a difficult task to "upright" ourselves. The more we tried the worse it got.



Boon in the meantime couldn't control himself. He was in fits of laughter. Our stupidity and "helplessness" made it all the more funny. Asking him to help us was like trying to get the cow to jump over the moon. He wanted to help but couldn't. His brain and his body had malfunctioned at the sight of us all. Knowing that we were not going to get any assistance from old Boonie, we tried to sort ourselves out. We climbed, we laughed, we slid backwards. It seemed like for every step we went forward we then went five steps in the other direction. After what seemed like hours Billy made his way to the door to freedom and was able to help me escape the chaos inside. We finished the night with lots of laughter and said our prayers that we had not been captured on the "funniest home video show".



After a hearty breakfast when the sun come up we all headed out on our adventure. The boys hadn't been aware of our late night predicament but asked us what all the laugher was that they had heard. Billy, Boon and I all looked at each other with smiles on our faces and timidly told our "sons" how brave we were in the face of complete disaster. We were out searching for that bed of gold when Billy spotted a small but inviting lake. He wanted to wet his line. We made our way to the water's edge to surprisingly find a floating island of thick mossy grasses in the middle.



We tossed our lines in the hope of catching our lunch and sure enough lunch appeared on the end. The fishing was excellent. They were so plentiful we decided to catch and release apart from the ones we had kept for our supper. While fishing to our hearts' content we all had an overwhelming urge to find out what was really on the little piece of floating land which so prominently took our attention. We had to have a look. Out came the boat, we carried it to the waters edge, launched her and our invasion commenced. Some invasion. We retreated pretty quick smart. The first foot to land disappeared about six inches beneath the moss. The following foot followed the first foot. Up and down we all went with fishing rods in hand, looking like a bunch of ants on a bowl of jelly.



Finding that the fishing was no better on "our" island we retreated to the safety of solid ground. We fished for the remaining few hours of that afternoon and decided to camp where we were. It would be a fresh start in the morning heading to a pre-arranged site which had been selected from one of George's and my sessions. It was all marked down on the map. We had a regular map, we had aerial photographs and we had pinpointed exactly where we had to go. What we didn't realize at the time was that our trek was going to take us on a long hike through the toughest and most dense territory we had ever been into. Our hiking path lead us passed objects that I had seen whilst under hypnosis and projecting to this area.



All the signs were right but the landscape was too tough for what time we had available to spend on this short trip. We decided it would be best to forget about this spot at this time and return at a later date. On our way home we stopped off at some rivers and small streams and tried our hand at panning. We came up with some really good color. This spot is still there and will be investigated further as I believe that what is there will be more than we all may realize. We had a fun trip, filled with laughs, good times and lots of fond memories. We will return...





Times With George And Rich



From the scary to the strange, there was allot of fun to be had with all of this. George and I planned a trip to go prospecting up into the Quesnel area and into the back country of Barkerville. The owner of the saw mill, Rich, decided to accompany us on the trip. It was fascinating to discover that the sights I had seen from a chair in Vancouver, were actually out there. They were turning into real life. We drove to the area where we wanted to search for the riches that made dreams come true. Camp was set up and Rich started supper for us all. We ate good that night, burnt potatoes and veggies and a steak that wasn't fit for any kind of human consumption. But we didn't go to bed that night with an empty tummy.



The junk food was great. -:))) The next morning we got up, had breakfast and started on our way. We stopped and brought out our maps and placed them on the ground. I walked my fingers over the paper to feel for hot spots which we discovered later were in fact small working claims. At this time George thought it would be helpful to place me into a deep sleep while I was lying on the ground on the side of the mountain. Rich thought this was very amusing and I'm sure his laughter could be heard for many miles around. Laughter ignored, George continued to put me to sleep. It worked really well, the results were good. Whilst hypnotized I saw dry creek beds where once water flowed and found gravels bearing gold, from the very fine or flour gold to small nuggets.



I could see to the top of the mountains and for miles through the valleys and from the present to the past. This was the excitement from projecting yourself to anywhere you wanted to go or be. Now it was time to put my sightings to practical use and of course we began with the easily accessible areas. I have to say at this time Rich was somewhat skeptical of the whole thing but he came to believe very quickly. He would watch me being hypnotized and see the sleep I was encountering and would listen to the conversation between George and I.



We could see Rich's face drop with total amazement when we later descended upon the areas I had envisaged and they were exactly as I had described. We did strike it rich. Not rich enough to become wealthy men but we did discover some small finds - some were gold, but mostly we discovered good friendship, good times and the ability to make dreams seem a little bit closer. When our trip was over and we were back at work, Rich would always say to me that there was something very real about what George and I had achieved. He added that if he hadn't witnessed the deeds and heard the words he wouldn't have ever believed it to be true. After our trip Rich was certainly a true believer .





From the Vike Factor archives (Brian Vike) http://the-v-factor-paranormal.blogspot.com/



If you have seen anything like this in the same area please be kind enough to contact Brian Vike at: sighting@telus.net with the details of your sighting. All personal information is kept confidential.



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UFO Man Looks For Ghost Stories

By JENNIFER LANG
Terrace Standard news
http://www.terracestandard.com/
October 30, 2002

ALL HALLOW'S EVE

Legend has it that the souls of the dead are closest to the living at this time of year.

Oct. 31 is the date of the Celtic New Year, Samhain, when the veil between the physical and spiritual worlds is the thinnest and the souls of those who have died during the year bid farewell.
Maybe that's why our thoughts turn to ghouls and ghosts and things that go bump in the night. Or maybe it's the longer nights.

Whatever the reason, ghost stories - especially "true" ghost stories - hold an irresistible fascination for many readers.

Surprisingly few published reports of hauntings originate from northern B.C., however.

"There's lots of stories around - it's getting people to talk," says Brian Vike, the northwest's resident researcher on the paranormal.

Vike, who lives in Houston, B.C., is collecting true ghost tales for his new journal, The Canadian Communicator, a publication devoted to topics like UFO sightings, lake monsters and sasquatches, hauntings and crop circles.

His first issue explored one ghost story in detail, but it came from Ontario, says Vike, who's better known as a UFO investigator who's tracked down an impressive number of first-hand accounts of UFO sightings from northwestern B.C. residents.

But so far, he's investigated few local ghost stories.

"I know they're around," he says. "I've been trying to gather some from around here."

Vike has now collected more than 100 UFO reports from people in Terrace, Smithers, and even Seward, B.C. The majority stem from a string of sightings across Highway 16 earlier this year.

He's also a frequent guest on radio shows - local, regional, national and even international [one Mexican interviewer provides a simultaneous translation for his listening audience when Vike appears on his show].

Vike can be reached at 1-250-845-2180 or at v_factor_paranormal@live.com

Dogs Senses The Presence Of A Ghost (Ghost Stories)

Posted: September 21, 2009

Hi Brian, You asked for ghost stories so here come some more! Actually, this is about three different dogs and three different ghosts.

We all know that animals sense things that we humans aren't consciously aware of. That is why when a dog sees a ghost you really know something strange is there!

The first story is about my German Shepherd/wolf cross. In Victoria where I live there are many locations known to have resident ghosts. A popular location for ghost hunting is the Oak Bay Golf Course, isolated, quiet and looking out over the ocean. One night my mother and I decided on a whim to leave the house about 11 P.M. and go look for the ghost. We took my dog with us. After an hour of sitting in the car and staring out over the golf course we had seen nothing at all resembling a ghost.

We decided to give it another 10 minutes, then go home. I then noticed a white haze forming across the greens and near some bushes on the edge of the ocean. So did my mom. We both acknowledged that what we were looking at could be normal fog or even our active imaginations. Then suddenly from the back seat my dog began a low growl. I turned and looked at him. He was on his feet (he'd been asleep up until then) hackles up and staring at exactly the spot we'd been looking at. The white haze was getting thicker and the dog was getting more agitated. Mom and I looked at each other, looked at the dog and then looked at the white fog slowly becoming more solid. We left!

The second dog story took place in Yaletown in Vancouver. My daughter lived in a seventh floor condo with her Border Collie. She had a corner condo and her windows looked down four floors to a storage locker building roof across the alley and along the alley below. Late one night she awoke to the sound of her dog barking non- stop in the living room. This was very unusual. Her dog seldom barked and had never barked indoors. The alley below was often very busy as it was a convenient shortcut.

She had heard parties, fights and gunshots but it had never bothered the dog. Concerned she got up and found her dog staring at the window overlooking the alley. She would not stop barking until my daughter got quite firm with her. She then continued to quietly whine. Of course, my daughter looked out the window to what was disturbing her dog. She opened the window so she could see the full length of the alley.

Right away, she heard two women talking. She also very clearly heard their footsteps. The only problem was there was no one there. For security purposes that alley was very brightly lit and there were no alcoves or doorways that a person could stand in. As she listened and watched she heard them walking towards her from the far end of the alley, pass right under her window and then continue to the end of the alley and around the corner. Although she could hear them very clearly talking and laughing and their foot steps, which sounded like they were walking on wet pavement (it was dry), there was no one in sight. The moment they "appeared" to walk around the corner the sounds stopped and the dog stopped fussing and curled up and went to sleep. The dog never again barked in the condo and my daughter never again heard the sounds of invisible people.

My last dog story took place near a large city in mid Canada. I am purposely vague about locations since the man who told me this story is reluctant to talk about it and I don't want to say anything that might identify him. I know him very well and have absolutely no reason to doubt his story. It happened several years ago. For reasons that aren't important to the story he, his wife and three dogs were staying in a very large but empty campground for a couple of months. Their tent was quite far from the others and on the edge of a large field. One evening the dogs were restless and not interested in eating or playing. When my friends went to bed the dogs, who were tied right outside the tent, had a hard time settling. Shortly after midnight the dogs started to whine and growl and the man got up to see what was going on.

He noticed the dogs were looking out across the empty field so he looked that way as well. The sky was clear and there was a bright moon shining. At the far edge of the field he saw a woman slowly walking towards them. She was easy to see in her long white dress. She was walking slowly but definitely in their direction and the dogs were jumping and spinning in their agitation. The man's first thought and concern was that it was another camper who was sleep walking. As she was obviously heading directly towards their tent he wanted to intercept her before she got tangled with the dogs. He walked a little way towards her then noticed something very strange. The field was not flat. It had bumps and hollows but she was floating across all the hollows. She was just above the ground. By now the dogs had given up barking and were huddled together whimpering. The man just stared, then realized the woman would be passing in front of the car. He waited until she was directly in front then reached in the open window and turned the headlights on.

She instantly disappeared, the dogs sighed and went to sleep. He looked around, went back to bed but stayed awake. His wife slept through the whole event was quite annoyed the next morning to find out what she had missed. The lady in white never returned and the dogs never had another bad night.

Hope you enjoyed the stories!

My thanks to the writer for all the wonderful ghost stories.


Brian Vike, The Vike Factor (Into The Paranormal) http://the-v-factor-paranormal.blogspot.com/