Day: November 8, 2025

Imagine one day you go to the mailbox and there’s an envelope in there with no return address. Just your name. No explanation. Inside is an old VHS tape. No label. No handwriting. Nothing. Just a blank tape. So you dig out that old VCR from the closet or the basement, because of course you kept it, right? You pop the tape in, press play, and what comes on the screen is a dimly lit room with a group of people sitting around a table. Regular people. Nobody looks dramatic or haunted. They’re just… there. Talking to someone who isn’t visible. And then the table begins to move.

That idea sticks with me. Because the thing we’re talking about here is the Philip Experiment, and most of us only ever see fragments of it. Little clips that show up on YouTube or TikTok every so often. Grainy, eerie, just long enough to make you wonder if you’re seeing something you’re not supposed to see. The full uncut video isn’t floating around. It’s not archived publicly. Parts of it exist — but never the whole. Which adds to the legend, if you ask me.

Back in the early 1970s in Toronto, a group of people got together to see if they could create a ghost purely through imagination. They didn’t believe Philip was real historically. He wasn’t. They made him up. They gave him a life story, motivations, a tragic arc. They shaped him the way writers shape a character — except instead of writing a book, they sat around a table and tried to call him into existence.

This is where belief becomes interesting. Because these people weren’t actors, they weren’t psychics, and they weren’t trying to deceive anyone — including themselves. They knew Philip was fictional, and yet they set out to see whether their collective attention could make something happen.

And eventually, something did.

Knocking sounds. Rhythmic responses. The table moving. Slight at first, then more confidently. If you’ve ever sat around a Ouija board and felt that moment when the room shifts from joking to dead silent — you’ll understand the sensation. It’s not just about the movement. It’s the way the air changes. The moment your body reacts before your brain does.

I imagine that’s what happened in that Toronto room. Everyone knew Philip wasn’t real — until they felt something that made them question that certainty. And once one person believes, the belief becomes contagious. Group energy is real. Human minds sync. A spark in the room becomes a fire in the room, and suddenly everyone feels like something is there, whether they can define it or not.

Now, depending on what you believe, there are two paths this story can take.

Some say this was purely psychological. The human brain moving the table subconsciously. The ideomotor effect. A shared feedback loop of expectation and excitement.

Others say that when you call out to the void — something answers. But not always the thing you think you’re calling. And that it might have worn Philip’s face for the fun of it.

Either version is unsettling in its own way.

What stands out to me personally are those video clips. Watching the table move with no visible hands lifting it. Not proof — because the paranormal never seems to allow itself proof — but enough to make you sit still for a second. Enough to make you inhale differently. Enough to make you wonder if reality is a thinner membrane than we pretend it is.

Some of the people involved in the experiment did speak about it years later. None of them claimed it was hoaxed. None of them said they summoned an actual spirit either. What most of them said was something closer to this:

“We knew Philip wasn’t real. But the things that happened felt real.”

And that is the part that lingers.

Not the ghost.
Not the séance.
Not the story they invented.

But the moment where imagination and experience touch.
Where the room feels different.
Where the mind opens a door it didn’t know it could open.

And once a door is opened — even for a moment — who’s to say it ever really closes?

So here’s my question.

If you tried to recreate the Philip Experiment today — would you be daring enough to go through with it? And if you did, what would you name the entity you were trying to call into existence? Would you choose a new name? Or would you try Philip again?

And what if — just what if — when they created Philip all those years ago, they didn’t create something pretend… but they connected to something that has been drifting ever since. Not gone. Not dead. Just waiting in the quiet spaces between worlds to be acknowledged again.

Ready, even now, for someone to call his name.

Philip.

Are you still there?