Month: August 2026

Virginia City’s most famous haunted saloon still delivers history and atmosphere.

Paranormal activity at the Washoe Club adds real tales of the supernatural.

Introduction

Virginia City, Nevada. The Washoe Club.

The staff handed us the keys for a full overnight lock-in at the infamous Washoe Club. What followed was a mix of history, hospitality, and paranormal activity at the Washoe Club we’ve captured recently.

History of the Washoe Club

The Washoe Club opened in 1875 during the Comstock Lode silver boom.

Builders created it as an exclusive private club for Virginia City’s elite.

Paranormal activity at the Washoe Club is part of its legendary history.

The building featured fine furnishings, private poker rooms, and the iconic spiral staircase that still stands today.

By 1897 the silver boom had faded and the exclusive club closed. The ground-floor saloon continued operating, while the upper floors remained largely unused for decades.

Authorities reportedly used the building as a temporary morgue during harsh winters. Officials stored bodies from mining accidents inside when the ground was too frozen to dig graves. A horse-drawn carriage struck a young girl; people carried her upstairs to a doctor’s office where she died. These deaths tie the property to the incident. According to reports, Lena, known as the Lady in Blue, was murdered in the building. People still report her apparition near the spiral staircase.

People have reported shadow figures, footsteps, and physical interactions (including scratches) for decades. The location has appeared on Ghost Adventures, Ghost Hunters, and numerous independent investigations.

Today the Washoe Club operates as both a historic saloon and haunted museum, offering daily ghost tours and private overnight lock-ins.

Atmosphere & Service

The staff at the Washoe Club were professional, knowledgeable, and welcoming. They handled the overnight arrangement smoothly and gave us full access without unnecessary restrictions.

The atmosphere is excellent.

The ground-floor saloon retains genuine Old West character with dark wood.

Historic details and a strong sense of place define the space.

Even before the investigation began, the building carried a heavy, charged energy.

Serious investigators immediately notice it.

It is one of the rare locations that successfully combines authentic history with real potential for activity.

Equipment Used

We ran a focused kit for both communication and environmental monitoring:

• SB7 Pro Spirit Box – continuous radio-sweep device
• Spirit Chat – Ovilus-style word bank device
• REM Pods – proximity and EMF-reactive sensors
• Wave Shell – motion sensor
• EMF Candle – simple visual EMF indicator
• Multiple digital voice recorders
• Full-spectrum and night-vision cameras

We placed the base camp on the ground floor. Primary investigation took place on the second and third floors.

Investigation Breakdown

Arrival & Setup (7:00 p.m.) We received exclusive access to all three floors. After a short walkthrough we moved upstairs to begin.

The young girl’s story, recounting that she died here after a carriage accident, ties this room to that tale. We introduced ourselves and invited communication.

The Spirit Chat responded quickly with:

• “George”
• “Symbols”
• “Gave advice”
• “Hidden grave”
• “Harbor”

When we mentioned the building’s use as a winter morgue, the device replied with “hidden grave.” Both investigators noted cold spots and unbalanced physical sensations in specific areas of the room.

Second Floor – Millionaires’ Poker Room We left money on the table (as previous visitors have done) and invited any former members to interact.

Responses became more direct and darker:

• “I am evil… but I am equal.”
• “Fatal.”

Shortly after asking if the presence had died in the building, Mike saw movement in the hallway.

The investigators observed a dark figure. The dark figure caused a clear physical push. Both investigators heard movement further down the hall at the same time.

Audio review later revealed a sharp, aggressive EVP — a distinct “fuck off” — timed with the hallway encounter. It did not come from either investigator or the Spirit Chat.

Additional responses in this area included:

• “Nursery”
• “Throat”
• “Cold hair”
• “Don’t touch” (triggered when a surface was brushed)
• “Revoked”

A young girl’s voice was also captured on audio — soft and clearly different in tone from the darker responses.

Third Floor & Remaining Areas The sensation of being watched and followed intensified. Unexplained sounds were noted. The overall energy remained territorial and charged, consistent with long-standing reports of shadow figures on the upper floors.

Activity came in waves throughout the night rather than remaining constant.

Wind-Down (Approaching 7:00 a.m.) As daylight returned the building grew quieter. We collected equipment, completed a final walkthrough, and locked up.

Key Evidence Captured

• Visual of a shadow figure in the hallway at the moment we asked it to appear
• Clear physical push during the hallway encounter
• Aggressive and relevant Spirit Chat responses (“I am evil… but I am equal,” “Fatal,” “hidden grave,” “Don’t touch”)
• Distinct hostile EVP (“fuck off”) timed with the hallway event
• Young girl’s voice on audio
• Multiple cold spots and unbalanced physical sensations
• Persistent feeling of being watched and followed on the upper floors

Final Thoughts

The Washoe Club continues to live up to its reputation. The history is substantial, the atmosphere is strong, the staff make the experience professional and smooth, and the activity can be direct when it chooses to engage.

We left at sunrise with several compelling moments and a clear respect for whatever still occupies the upper floors.

If you are considering a visit or overnight investigation, the Washoe Club is worth it. Just be prepared that not every presence here is interested in a friendly conversation.

Three nights. One of Canada’s most legendary ghost towns and a chapter in barkerville history. Zero sleep.

Welcome to Barkerville, British Columbia — part of barkerville history as a legendary gold-rush boomtown.

The History That Still Walks These Streets

It all started in 1862. English prospector Billy Barker — a former sailor who had already chased gold in California and the Fraser Canyon — sank a shaft 52 feet deep on Williams Creek against everyone’s advice. On August 17 he hit the lead. In the first day alone his crew pulled out 60 ounces of gold. That single strike triggered one of the richest placer gold rushes in North American history. Over the next decades more than five million ounces would come out of the Cariboo goldfields.

Within three years Barkerville exploded into the largest town north of San Francisco and west of Chicago. Estimates put the peak population between 5,000 and 10,000 people crammed into a muddy, chaotic, hard-drinking boomtown of saloons, hotels, stores, a theater, a library, and every vice imaginable. The Cariboo Wagon Road — a 650-kilometre engineering nightmare completed in 1865 — poured fortune-seekers, freight, and ambition straight into its streets.

Then came the Chinese. In barkerville history, by the mid-1880s they formed roughly half the population. Thousands of men, mostly from Guangdong, built one of the oldest and most complete Chinatowns in Western North America. They ran restaurants, stores, boarding houses, and benevolent societies like the Chee Kung Tong. They worked the claims white miners had already abandoned, endured brutal discrimination, and still dreamed of sending enough money (or their bones) home so their souls could rest with their ancestors.

On September 16, 1868, a fire started in a saloon around 2:30 in the afternoon. In less than 90 minutes the entire town was gone — 116 buildings reduced to ash. No one died, but the loss was catastrophic. The survivors did something almost unbelievable: they rebuilt 90 buildings in just six weeks, wider streets this time, stronger, more permanent.

Through it all rode Judge Matthew Baillie Begbie, the towering 6’5″ circuit judge nicknamed the “Hanging Judge” (though the nickname came later and he hated the idea of taking life). He held court in tents, clearings, and eventually the Richfield Courthouse. Murder meant the death penalty by law. Only two men were ever hanged at Richfield — both in 1867 for murder — and buried in unmarked graves. Begbie’s presence kept a lid on a town that could have easily become the Wild West.

One of the families who stayed the longest was the Kellys. Andrew Kelly arrived in 1865. His descendants, including Walter Kelly, eventually owned a huge chunk of the town. Walter built the house we investigated in the 1930s and lived in it until the late 1950s, when the family sold dozens of properties to the provincial government so Barkerville could be saved as a historic park.

The gold faded. The population crashed. By the 1950s only a handful of people remained. But the buildings — and the people who lived and died in them — never fully left.

This is the full report from our investigation. Watch the actual footage here:
👉 https://youtu.be/CJMD4clHKuw

The Crew

• Mike Morin – Lead Investigator
• Anthony Germain – Investigator
• Jeff Webster – Videographer
• Jacob Rice – Editor & Narrator
• Dawn – Barkerville Site Archaeologist
• Tom – Barkerville Historian

Night One: Kelly House – The Family That Never Left

Gear used:
SLS camera • Flux 2 • Ovilus / SP7 Pro Spirit Box • EMF detectors • Static cameras • Digital audio recorders • noise-canceling headphones • Candles for trigger experiments

This was our base. Walter Kelly’s house. Staff told us the upstairs bedroom is the hot spot: feelings of being watched, a stocky 5’5″–5’7″ figure, bed impressions like someone just sat down, and a door that once locked itself… from the inside.

We walked in and the house woke up.

The second we said the name “Kelly,” gear started dying. SLS camera dead. Flux screaming. Spirit box spitting “blaze” and “erase” — on the anniversary of the fire that erased the original town. Mike’s keys moved from the nightstand to the dead center of the bed while we were downstairs. Footsteps upstairs when no one was there. A candle extinguished itself. Something large shuffled across the floor above us.

The Kellys didn’t just own this town.
Part of them still lives in it.

Night Two: The Tong Building – The Ones Who Never Made It Home

Gear used:
SLS camera • Flux 2 • Ovilus / SP7 Pro Spirit Box • IR Blaster • EMF detectors • Static / motion cameras • Digital audio recorders • Candles

Dawn walked us through the brutal truth of Chinese life here. The Tong societies were everything: bank, hostel, hospital, funeral home. If you got sick you went to the “peace room.” If you died, the society tried to dig you up years later and ship your bones back to China so your spirit could rest with family.

One name kept coming up: Ah Mao — a Tong member murdered in broad daylight.

The second we stepped inside, Anthony got hit with pure grief. Overwhelming urge to cry. One clear thought looping: “I want to go home.” Not his home. China.

Cold spots. Candle dies again. IR Blaster triggers like someone just walked past it. Cameras glitching exactly when we asked the hard questions.

These aren’t residual echoes.
These are people still waiting for the ship that never came.

Night Three: Richfield Courthouse – Where Justice Was Final

Gear used:
SLS camera • Flux 2 • Ovilus / SP7 Pro Spirit Box • EMF detectors • Static cameras • Digital audio recorders • noise-canceling headphones

Just up the road sits the place where Begbie brought the full weight of British law to the goldfields. The original log courthouse is gone. The energy is not.

We got direct responses tied to the court, the judge, and from ghostly town folk who were invited to communicate and see the trial. This building doesn’t play games. It still judges.

Final Verdict

Barkerville isn’t just haunted.
It’s still occupied.

Billy Barker’s strike created a city that burned, rebuilt, thrived, and faded — but the people who lived those lives never fully checked out. The Kellys are still in their house. The Chinese laborers are still longing for home. The condemned are still standing before the judge.

We left with drained batteries, corrupted files, clear device hits, personal experiences that still give us chills, and absolute proof that history doesn’t always stay in the past.

If you’ve been to Barkerville and felt something… drop it in the comments. We want to hear it.

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The gold is gone.
The ghosts are not.