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Authors: Barbara Parks
Tags: supernatural, Body; Mind & Spirit, on vacation, personal journey of gradually accepting and embracing the clairvoyant gifts that allow her to see spirits. She shares dramatic and heartwarming stories of interacting with spirits who turn up everywhere: at home, Traumatized by vicious poltergeist attacks that lasted five years, she receives a miraculous visit from him. This joyous experience marks her first step toward healing—and opening up to spirit world.In the Presence of Spirits chronicles Barbara’s uplifting, Barbara Parks never imagined that her deep-rooted fear of ghosts would disappear. A momentous turning point occurs when, still mourning the sudden death of a beloved friend, these amazing true tales are convincing reminders that our loved ones are never far away., and accompanying her patients. From the departed uncle that protects Barbara’s young children from grave injury to the child spirits who bring comfort to their parents
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building he held so dear.
Also notable is the ghost of Room 24, the scene of a murder
in the 1940’s. As the story goes, a woman had arranged to meet her secret lover for a romantic rendezvous and was caught in fla-grante by her boyfriend. The enraged boyfriend hurled himself at the poor woman, throttling her until she was dead.
The unfortunate woman’s ghost is reported to linger in an
upstairs hallway, clad in a long, white nightgown. So palpable is the haunting, that Room 24 has been permanently locked
and hasn’t been rented out since.
An unsuspecting cleaning woman chanced upon the dis-
traught ghost early one morning whilst going about her duties.
68 The Kalamunda Hotel
The cleaner was so disturbed by the encounter that she handed
in her resignation the next day. Current employees report that footsteps, apparitions and the clinking of glassware are com-monplace. Sometimes an errant glass spontaneously shatters;
it’s something they’ve just all learned to live with.
Whilst sitting in the hotel’s foyer sifting through the archives, I was struck by a case of synchronicity. My mobile phone rang; a young lady wanted to speak with me regarding the ghosts of
the Kalamunda Hotel. Katinka had worked at the hotel for five
years, and wanted to know whether I was interested in hearing
about what she had experienced during this time.
We met up later that day, and Katinka told me what she
knew about the hotel. From breaking glass, disembodied foot-
steps and life-like apparitions, it was obvious that she had no doubt that the hotel was haunted. The fax machine would
mysteriously turn itself on, buzzing and carrying on despite
there being no fax. Doors would mysteriously open and close,
the till would fly open by itself. The Kalamunda Hotel even
has an invisible toilet flusher!
One particularly solid apparition made an appearance in
the hotel bottle shop, prompting Katinka’s husband (who was
on duty at the time) to try and serve the strange woman he
believed to be a customer. The elderly woman was dressed in
period clothing, her grey hair pulled back into a severe bun.
She disappeared as soon as she was approached.
The old woman is widely believed to be the ghost of Miss
Jarrett, the daughter of the Irish Stockman who built the original hotel. It is reported that she lived in the attic until her death and refuses to move on. Others still report the ghost of an Irishman, so perhaps Miss Jarrett and her father are haunting the hotel together.
The Kalamunda Hotel 69
Katinka also told me about a sad case involving a suicide in
the 1970’s. A young woman came to the hotel to see her boy-
friend, who was working his shift at the bar. Their relation-
ship was on the rocks, and she was hoping to speak to him and
patch things up. Contrary to salvaging the relationship as she had expected, her boyfriend informed her that it was all over, and that he was in fact seeing somebody else.
The distraught young woman made her way upstairs and
into the first room she could access. Consumed by heartbreak,
she impulsively took her own life. She was found hanging in
Room 1 the next day, a spur of the moment decision which
has kept her imprisoned in the hotel’s hallways ever since.
A day after hearing Katinka’s story, I received an email
which stopped me in my tracks. A lady named Jacqui wanted
to show me a photo she had taken a couple of years ago at the
Kalamunda Hotel. The photo was of a ghostly apparition; it
was the image of a young woman with long, blond hair. I was
sure it was the woman I had just been hearing about. Jacqui
also told me that her stay at the hotel had yielded some com-
pelling EVP’s. I was excited and intrigued.
We arranged to meet at the hotel the following week.
Although we were just meeting for a casual lunch, I knew it
would turn into so much more.
The photo was amazing. If it wasn’t for the fact that the
apparition didn’t have a lower half to her body (and
Also notable is the ghost of Room 24, the scene of a murder
in the 1940’s. As the story goes, a woman had arranged to meet her secret lover for a romantic rendezvous and was caught in fla-grante by her boyfriend. The enraged boyfriend hurled himself at the poor woman, throttling her until she was dead.
The unfortunate woman’s ghost is reported to linger in an
upstairs hallway, clad in a long, white nightgown. So palpable is the haunting, that Room 24 has been permanently locked
and hasn’t been rented out since.
An unsuspecting cleaning woman chanced upon the dis-
traught ghost early one morning whilst going about her duties.
68 The Kalamunda Hotel
The cleaner was so disturbed by the encounter that she handed
in her resignation the next day. Current employees report that footsteps, apparitions and the clinking of glassware are com-monplace. Sometimes an errant glass spontaneously shatters;
it’s something they’ve just all learned to live with.
Whilst sitting in the hotel’s foyer sifting through the archives, I was struck by a case of synchronicity. My mobile phone rang; a young lady wanted to speak with me regarding the ghosts of
the Kalamunda Hotel. Katinka had worked at the hotel for five
years, and wanted to know whether I was interested in hearing
about what she had experienced during this time.
We met up later that day, and Katinka told me what she
knew about the hotel. From breaking glass, disembodied foot-
steps and life-like apparitions, it was obvious that she had no doubt that the hotel was haunted. The fax machine would
mysteriously turn itself on, buzzing and carrying on despite
there being no fax. Doors would mysteriously open and close,
the till would fly open by itself. The Kalamunda Hotel even
has an invisible toilet flusher!
One particularly solid apparition made an appearance in
the hotel bottle shop, prompting Katinka’s husband (who was
on duty at the time) to try and serve the strange woman he
believed to be a customer. The elderly woman was dressed in
period clothing, her grey hair pulled back into a severe bun.
She disappeared as soon as she was approached.
The old woman is widely believed to be the ghost of Miss
Jarrett, the daughter of the Irish Stockman who built the original hotel. It is reported that she lived in the attic until her death and refuses to move on. Others still report the ghost of an Irishman, so perhaps Miss Jarrett and her father are haunting the hotel together.
The Kalamunda Hotel 69
Katinka also told me about a sad case involving a suicide in
the 1970’s. A young woman came to the hotel to see her boy-
friend, who was working his shift at the bar. Their relation-
ship was on the rocks, and she was hoping to speak to him and
patch things up. Contrary to salvaging the relationship as she had expected, her boyfriend informed her that it was all over, and that he was in fact seeing somebody else.
The distraught young woman made her way upstairs and
into the first room she could access. Consumed by heartbreak,
she impulsively took her own life. She was found hanging in
Room 1 the next day, a spur of the moment decision which
has kept her imprisoned in the hotel’s hallways ever since.
A day after hearing Katinka’s story, I received an email
which stopped me in my tracks. A lady named Jacqui wanted
to show me a photo she had taken a couple of years ago at the
Kalamunda Hotel. The photo was of a ghostly apparition; it
was the image of a young woman with long, blond hair. I was
sure it was the woman I had just been hearing about. Jacqui
also told me that her stay at the hotel had yielded some com-
pelling EVP’s. I was excited and intrigued.
We arranged to meet at the hotel the following week.
Although we were just meeting for a casual lunch, I knew it
would turn into so much more.
The photo was amazing. If it wasn’t for the fact that the
apparition didn’t have a lower half to her body (and
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