Wednesday, April 20, 2011

The Ghost Chick Diaries

Sarah LaBrie is a model by day, paranormal investigator by night. She joins us to share stories about life in front of the camera and behind the IR.
The Beginning

Jerry and Denise Photography
I gaze into the eyes of the woman staring back at me, confused at how she got to where she was now. From a life seemingly like such a mess to a model.

Her hand reaches up and brushes the dark brown/black hair away from her green eyes, as my hand follows. I pick the black eye liner off the dresser then watch her apply it. She grabs the blow dryer and I feel the heat as it blows my hair.

The reflection seems like I am staring into the life of someone else, but it is indeed me: a divorced, single mother, unable to stay keep a hold of anything. I am the same woman who felt helpless as things continuously slipped through her fingers.

And when I thought I had finally hit rock bottom, the floor beneath me collapsed and I continued to fall.

This was all too surreal.

With all things seeming to hold me back, I succeeded. But it has been a long path.  Yet through it all, through the trials and tribulations of my personal life, has been my life within the paranormal.


To put it bluntly, I grew up with abilities to see the dead which coincided with having chronic insomnia throughout my life. It continued regardless of how many doctors saw me.

By being all night, every night, you begin to notice that a lot of things go on, a lot of spirits wander and a lot of voices are heard.  I have many stories of crawling into abandoned house windows and feeling the unusually cold air on my skin. I've heard the tiny footsteps of children’s feet run across the floor when no one else is there. And I have even turned over in bed to see a dead bride in her dress standing over me.

There is beauty to the paranormal. Now, I'm a model and am soaking up every minute of the beauty I see - that I never saw before.

I finish getting ready, and begind to head out to a shoot. I throw on a white tee and simple pair of jeans, and strap on a pair of high heels.

I stand in front of my photographer, laughing and making jokes. To keep the energy fun and light between us, I danced around. It was just him, me and the camera.

He didn't think things could get more interesting, I'm sure. But then when my photographer came up to me one day during a photoshoot to compliment me on my "exotic, one of a kind" look. As I fixed my hair and changed outfits for the next series of shots, he tried to carry on a conversation with me ... stumbling somewhat on his words while I was in a state of undress.

"So what do you do when your not modeling," he asked.

"I'm a ghost hunter."

The usual look of confusion I get from others came over his face. He paused as if waiting for me to say I was kidding. And I just stared back.
A good 10 seconds passed before his uneasy "Really?"

I laughed. "Yes, really."

The photo shoot seemed to slow down then come to a halt as I delve into my stories ...

"This isn't even the tip of the iceberg," I told him. "It's just the beginning."


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