Michael of Las Vegas Soul Searchers shares his evolution from federal court professional and skeptic to dedicated paranormal investigator, sparked by his son’s passion and compelling spirit box encounters. He recounts visceral experiences—from blacking out during a possession at the Jamestown Hotel to receiving mysterious scratch marks at the Washoe Club—that reshaped his beliefs. His team prioritizes raw, authentic evidence over production polish, investigating locations like Rhyolite, the Omen House, and pet cemeteries where mist formed an elephant face near Stoney’s grave. Personal sensitivity plays a central role: chills, tears, and equipment malfunctions often spike when crime scene photos are introduced or during solo vigils. Family ties deepen the work—his grandson’s Simi Valley home is next on the list—but also constrain it, as caregiving duties and varying comfort levels shape their approach. Rather than chasing fame on the Strip, they seek truth in silence, respect trauma, and treat ghost hunting as spiritual exercise—not proof-seeking.