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Ghost Hunting in Falstad Forest – A Night with the Dead

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There is something special about Falstad Forest. Not only because of its heavy history – this was one of Norway’s most notorious execution sites during World War II – but because many believe the dead still linger here. Over the years, ghost hunters from across the country have visited the forest, and time and again they report the same chilling experiences: voices, sounds, flashes of light, sudden cold creeping under the skin.

On Easter Eve, we decided to step into the darkness ourselves.

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When Silence Isn’t Empty

Even on the path leading in, before we had fully set up our equipment, the Melmeter began to react. It went off repeatedly, as if someone was waiting for us, following every step deeper into the forest. The atmosphere grew heavy, almost electric.
The silence was there, but it wasn’t empty. It felt inhabited.

“If you can hear us – turn on the light”

When we reached the site, we set up the static detector. We called out a simple command:
“If you can hear us – turn on the light.”

Seconds later, it lit up. Not just once, but several times.
It wasn’t the wind. It wasn’t chance.
It felt like someone on the other side had been waiting for the opportunity to be seen.

Voices from the Dark

The spirit box began to break the silence with fragments of voices. At first faint, then clearer.
A man who called himself Jack. A woman who said her name was Berit.

They came through the static as if forcing themselves through a veil – desperate to state their names, just to prove they were there.

A Forest That Never Lets Go

There were also long stretches of waiting. Darkness, wind, silence. But the feeling never left: we were not alone. Falstad Forest is known for being gloomy, oppressive even. Marit, who joined us that night, described it this way:

“It feels like you’re being watched. Like someone is standing right behind you, even when you’re alone. I get chills almost every time I’m here.”

Perhaps that’s no surprise. More than 200 prisoners were executed and buried here during the war. The ground is soaked in suffering. Walking these trails, it’s as if the memories themselves are alive – and sometimes, as they did this night, they answer.

A Night We Won’t Forget

That Easter Eve gave us both long stretches of silence and sudden bursts of activity:

  • The Melmeter triggered already on the way in.
  • We received direct responses on command through the static detector.
  • The spirit box gave us the names Jack and Berit.
  • And throughout it all – the sense of unseen presence.

Falstad Forest is a place where the past never truly lets go. And that night, we were reminded that some stories continue to live – even after death.