Ghost Hunting!

Hello,

You may or may not already be aware, but I love the supernatural. Everything about it. If you do not, please go on to read something else. ‘Cause this would just be a waste of your time. Kay? Kay.

I’m a weird combination of a skeptic and believer. I like to think there is more to life than what we can see, but I need hard evidence to back it up.  Which leads us to the topic of this post – Ghost hunting.

I had the opportunity to go on a Ghost Hunt with my sister, her partner and his friend. We went to Buckfastleigh and there may be a video going up on youtube some time soon once everything has been checked.

If you don’t know, Buckfastleigh is a village in Devon. The story surrounding the Holy Trinity Church is about the spirit of Squire Richard Cabell who lived during the 1600’s who apparently sold his soul to the devil. The hounds are said to roam the moors searching for their master and on stormy nights you can hear them howling. It is also where we get the famous Sherlock Holmes story – The Hound of the Baskervilles. It was said to be based on this story.

Now, theres a lot more to this story and most of it seems a little far-fetched to me. However it’s a good story to start an investigation around.

Once we arrived it was already dark and setting up took a bit of time. When got set up I started taking some photo’s as I was feeling a bit strange. I took some pictures of what appeared to be “orbs”. As it didn’t seem likely to be a bug or dust we decided to get down to business and start the investigation properly.

My sister and I stuck together in one group. Her partner and his friend were in another. Our first task was to go to Squire Cabell’s tomb. On our way to the tomb we noticed the wind pick up and a couple of dogs barking. We were in the middle of nowhere really, but I decided to debunk the noise as neighbourhood dogs. The timing was impecable but the reality, I feel, wasn’t that convincing to be hell hounds.

Anyway we stayed at the tomb for a while and I asked my sister to roll the camera. We took a few pictures and a few videos. One in particular was when we went to the back to take a video and I knocked on the door 7 times. The first time we did this it freaked us out momentarily because my sisters partner came through on our radio and just made us jump. Otherwise there was no significance or other scary happenings other than some fat ass spiders lurking on the tomb – gross.

We walked around some more and the boys told us of a freaky experience down some stairs – like they were pushed. But I cannot say too much about this as I have yet to see the video and it was not my experience.

After something to eat at a ridiculously late time, we decided to head back to the site. We went this time to the broken down part of the church, at the back of it. Where there are some head stones and such.

On one headstone in particular that we found, there was a surgeon who had been buried there. Due to my knowledge of these times I was talking quietly to my sister while her partner tried an EVP session. He felt he heard something from the other corner of the broken wall, I didn’t hear anything, but maybe it will come up on the recording. Who knows?

Anyway, I was speaking to my sister about the grave robbings that used to take place in graveyards such as these. Whilst I was talking to her the air became almost thicker and the sky, darker. We noticed a temperature drop – a cold spot. Which was backed up using a device we had. I couldn’t be sure whether it was because I had mentioned something a bit close to home, wondering if he had been involved with any grave robberies. Or if it had something to do with the EVP session. Or if it was just another spooky coincedence.

We decided to head back to the church. Whilst walking back I looked up at the church tower. I had been keeping an eye on it as there were lights on it illuminating the top of the church. The lights were now off. This explained the sudden darkness. But it didn’t make anyone feel any better. I said to everyone that not to worry, it might be on a timer and goes off later at night to save energy. I’m not sure I had everyone convinced but it seemed like the rational explanation.

As we were walking back, my sisters partner said to us that if the lights are all off then what is that?

Needless to say, there was a bright light emenating from the top of the tower, I took a few photo’s of it myself just incase it was the camera bugging out. It really wasn’t. The light seemed to come down and disappear by the graves in front of us. It freaked us out quite a bit!

We decided to pick up the pace a bit and go back into the church for one last session.

Me and my sister were still together as a team. We stayed in the church. Earlier when we first started the Ghost Hunt, I felt a strange sensation in my chest when I stood up on the altar. But when I got down I was fine. It felt really awful and I couldn’t explain it. However I tried telling myself it was just me getting all worked up. But I didn’t really believe myself.

When we got in the church I was asked if I wanted to stay because of my experiences earlier. I simply said – that’s why I want to stay. If we were to get anything tonight, If I was experiencing something, then Imight be able to draw whatever it was out. And hopefully witness whatever it was on the camera.

With that said, me and my sister were sat on a large rock in the middle of the church with our backs to the altar. I started an EVP session, I asked the spirit to communicate into the device and a series of unscripted questions, which sound rather ridiculous to me now. In my defence it was very late and I was very tired. They made sense at the time but I don’t think i’ll be making a habit of asking a spirit if it is a “male” haha. Oh dear.

My sister and I didn’t hear anything for a good five minutes or so. Until we heard a stone being thrown on the altar. We had an experience similar to this when we were up on the altar at the beginning of the night. Which when we called in with the boys they told us they experienced something very similar. So hearing the noise again it seemed like we were gathering more proof. However as it was in the same place as before I was a little unsure. As it’s a church ruin, it could’ve been the reason we were hearing the stones.

As we were feeling a bit spooked by this point my sister decided to try and communicate back to the boys using our radios. When my sister spoke into the radio to ask “where are you?” (talking to her partner) we heard another stone being thrown, but this time closer to us. On the other side of the altar. I began to get more suspicious and wanted a definate answer. So me, being me, said thank you for communicating with us and I just wanted to hear it again just to be completely sure.

We heard another stone this time.

This time, it was right next to us.

I’m not gonna lie. It freaked us right out. I can’t explain it. We decided to laugh it off and blame the boys for playing tricks on us. They swear it was not them, and were as freaked out as we were.

So, there you have it. Proof? Not proof?

I have no idea.

Pretty spooky if you ask me.

After this experience we decided it was time to pack up and head out.

That was our Ghost Adventure!

I seriously cannot wait for the next one!

What did you think? Have you got any spooky phenomenons that have happened to you?

Feel free to leave a message!

 

Until the next time! ~

 

 

Image from: https://farm5.staticflickr.com/4112/5438865609_a113028cf2_z.jpg  I take no credit in taking this photo!! Whoever took this  – it is awesome! Kudos!

 

 

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Ho, Ho, Home

Good Morrow to you fellow readers,

As you can probably tell by the title, you are in store for a Christmassy post!  – But not too Christmassy – ay?

As it’s around Christmas you could probably imagine the last thing anyone wants to do is move house. And yet that’s what I had to do.

Last weekend, to be exact, on the 9th and 10th of December 2016.

What words come to mind when moving house? Fun? Exciting? Fresh Start?

What about stressful? ‘Cause that’s what it was!

My partner and I had two days, just two, to move out of our old house and move into the new one. If you think – “that’s enough time!” then, you know, what’s your secret to doing it in two days and remaining sane? ‘Cause honestly, I realise it’s do-able, but it’s just so utterly stressful!

Also let me add, going to bed at 11pm and waking up at 5am is not ideal. Not at all. I also feel I’m starting to make a pattern as to every time we move somewhere new, I have to have a cry. Seriously, what’s wrong with me!? I was absolutely fine, toddling along, getting things done, like some sort of awesome super woman (I may be exaggerating). All up until my car wouldn’t start in the morning and I was all *A-boo hoo hoo!*

Luckily, however it didn’t last as long, (this time) and I was able to side – step that moment relatively quickly!!  Tiredness and stress combined = too much to deal with!

…Maybe next time we move my partner and I should make a game of it and see “How long until she cries!!” – Honestly, I can’t deal with moving house! … I don’t like change!

We are but creatures of habit afterall… 

The great thing about it however, is that we have left our old home. It was just a completely beat up, broken down, ramshackle of a domain. Quite frankly we are better off outta there! I do feel a bit sad for the pile of bricks. But hopefully once it’s sold, the people who buy it will do it up and make it look like new.

The other thing is, I’m glad I had my partner there supporting me and really taking the reins on this whole thing. Without the support I think I would be worse. Sure, i’d be able to move home myself and be capable of doing it on my own. Given the situation. But having him there is so much better. A support network – partner, friends, family, is so, so important when making big changes, it’s crazy how important they are.

Advice: please accept the help of those around you. Lighten the load! If they can’t help you  right now give them opportunity to express that too. Don’t be put out too much if one or two aren’t avaible to help you, simply broaden your support network. Reach out for help. No one is a mind reader, if you are struggling or need some help – speak out. The people who care will listen and reach back.  

So, we are now – more or less – settled into our new home… For me, it’s in a much better location. I’m not sure about my partner  – he hasn’t said much. But I think he prefers the new house immensely more than the old one – so it’s all good. The house layout seems to flow a lot better for the three of us. (Including the cat- Vinny – of course).

It’s really strange moving so close to Christmas, and so unexpected. This time last year, I would not have thought we would be in a new home already. More so, not only is there house details to worry about, there is also Christmas presents and Christmas dinner and all the rest to think about! Every now and then I have a momentary panic and the whole thing makes me want to curl up in bed, not see anyone and just stay there until the new year!

It’s so tempting!

I would have much prefered to have moved later, but we didn’t really get much choice about when we moved in the end! Although thinking about it, maybe it’s actually all for the best, as now we get to have Christmas somewhere that stays warmer and is a more comfortable place to live altogether.

Everything happens for a reason. Right? 

When all is said and done, I’m super excited to be having Christmas this year in the new home. And I also feel blessed to have a home in such good condition which is affordable, cozy and homely. With close friends and family near by!

We’ll get there, we’ll get settled and we will be ready for Christmas. I’m sure of it.  

So, here’s to a wonderful Christmas, and a fantastic new year!

Of new beginnings and an abundance of fun and happiness to come!

Cheers!!

All the best.

Until the next time ~

 

~Wishing you all an amazing Christmas and a kick ass new year!   ❤

 

 

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Social Anxeity; Pushing Through Life in the Best Way

Hello reader,

I don’t know about you, but there are times when I feel completely alone. To face things alone is daunting. However to realise there are people around to help me, is like reaching out into the darkness and suddenly a bright warm light is raining down; making me feel safe and secure again.

I met with a friend of mine a little while ago. I had been feeling pretty low because strange things had been happening to me and it had been chipping away at my strength each (long) day. I had explained things that were happening and she did what any good friend would do – gave advice. After all these years (after school) I’m not used to being the one receiving advice. Usually it’s the other way around. However I accepted her advice and since then things have been picking up.

It goes to show, acceptance to change positively goes a long way for the mind and soul.  

I won’t go into details about what was happening at home, because I’m not even sure if I believe it myself. All I know is that is was effecting my mood, behaviour and general energy. It was unpleasant but I feel I have managed to suppress and/or get rid of whatever was wrong.

It took me years to be comfortable reaching out to people properly, and I think there will still be a part of me that will always hold back. I find it hard to trust people and I get nervous in big social gatherings. Or even just meeting up with a friend after a really long time. It always crosses my mind to make an excuse not to go or to think of a way out or only stay for a certain amount of time and then make some sort of excuse to leave. So to have people genuinely concerned about me and caring for me is a little strange still because of my lack of trust… but I try not to let it stop me meeting with friends and having a good time. I’ve especially been working on my trust, because I know that not everyone is out for themselves and that there are real, good and honest people out there like myself with no ulterior motives. Those are the people to trust.

Let me be clear, It’s never about the people I’m going to spend my time with. My close ones are the right people, they are all awesome, honest people. I’m lucky to be surrounded by so many good people. It’s all on me. I get social anxiety. People don’t tend to realise this about me, because I try to never let it show. However the traits I get is going quiet and reserved. If you are like me, all I can say is try to keep pushing forward, and don’t let your anxiety get the better of you. Even if you are worried, you could be surprised and warmed by the feeling that you made the right decision to go out and enjoy your life.

I don’t feel I have social anxiety to an extent that some people may have it. I don’t claim that it’s easy to just get up and go out with a large group of people or even just one or two people if you suffer with it. Everyone has good days and bad days. Everyone feels and reacts to things differently (even just slightly) It’s how you deal and manage them – is what counts.

I like to remind myself of these things before going out sometimes on a “bad day” because on the day I met up with my friend it gave me courage to push through life in the best way possible. I was able to gain advice and become stronger from it. It was a gentle hug in the right direction and I’m so pleased I went. I was worried because we hadn’t seen each other in so long that it could be awkward. In the end, we actually spoke about it. I was being open and honest about it all and it turned out we felt the same! I was a little relieved and it made me feel much more comfortable to have that finally out in the open.

*Takes a deep breath*

So… What I wanted to tell you was, once again I am pleasantly surprised by the power friendship and impact people can have in our lives. I wanted to tell you that when things seem the darkest; that’s the perfect time to reach out to someone close, who you know will understand you. I wanted to tell you that, you are never alone. No one is ever alone. You may have to fight for it or you may need to take that first step to reach out for it. Still, you are never facing this world on your own if you don’t want to be.

If you are facing this, I implore you to be open and honest with your close ones. The people that will help you and understand that you might be finding things a little difficult right now.

Who knows, you might come away feeling a little bit stronger, a little less afraid and a lot more happier for letting your thoughts and emotions out.

Good luck.

Until the next time…

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