My first supernatural experience happened when my family and I moved into a blue duplex with a cow mailbox. We visited before moving in, and I remember for the first time in my 7 years of life I thought to myself, “This. place. is. SPOOKY.” Later in this duplex, I would witness my dolls and stuffed bears moving in the night, turning their heads as I tossed and turned in my bed. I constantly felt like I was being watched, and would have terrible nightmares about the basement and attic crawl space. This all led up to the day I was coloring on the floor and singing while a heavy, glass vase, sat atop my wooden dresser, slid all the way across that dresser...entirely by itself. Naturally, this scared me more than I knew I was capable of being scared and I finally asked to switch rooms. Little did I know that this was just the beginning of a life long fascination with the dead.
Every house I moved in thereafter, something of the paranormal realm happened. Even further, things would happen at friends homes as well. As anyone would, I started speculating if it were me who was haunted, and not these houses. Raised by my grandma in a christian conservative household, my interest in the occult was not necessarily encouraged. I remember making a Ouija board out of a school notebook and a plastic cup, making “potions” of ground up twigs and berries in my yard and most importantly, developing a fear, instead of an acceptance, of the things that I had been experiencing. And although this fear was strong, when I turned 18, I began actively hunting the ghosts that had been haunting me for years. (cont.)
I joined Billings Paranormal Investigative Society in 2008, which was the catalyst to a more professional and scientific take on paranormal investigating for me. We had all the newest equipment (for that time) and participated in multiple investigations monthly. I stayed active in the group until I chose to move to Spokane, WA, where I continued my search for the unknown on my own. Thanks to Billings Paranormal Investigative Society (BPIS, as we called it), I had finally learned how to face my fears and more so, found that the adrenaline rush I received from ghost hunting made me good at it.
I've since been living my life in Spokane volunteering as a docent at a historical house museum and a commissioner for the city, in addition to working a 9-5 job. My enthusiasm for the paranormal has always continued, but it wasn't until 2019 that I decided to reclaim my identify as a paranormal investigator, self proclaimed paranormal historian and highly sensitive person. With this, I have finally put a stop to burying my experience with the supernatural under the grind of adulthood. I began Pretty Fn Spooky on Instagram in March and have now made myself available to the public for professional investigations again. I’m happy to share this part of my life with so many people and excited to get out there and collect evidence of what we all know can be a very spooky world. I hope you follow along my adventures with me and enjoy my outlook on and experiences with all things fricken spooky.