August 1, 2025 • 35 mins
One evening I had been working on a project for my art class and decided to go and make a coffee. I could hear the chairs moving around down stairs and I figured I’d have a chat with whomever was there while the kettle was boiling. I walked down the stairs calling out a ‘hi’ as I went to find no one there? I could have sworn someone would be there and I had not heard the back door go? Puzzled, I made my coffee and went back to my room. A bit later on I could hear the same noises again and I went to investigate. Again there was no one there?
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Speaker 1 (00:30):
Hello, everybody, you're welcome back. Thank you very much for
joining me. My name is Deborah Hatswell and you're listening
to BBR Investigations. The case I'm sharing with you next
comes in from a young lady who has experienced several
hearted homes growing up, which raises the question is it
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the homes that are hearted? With a lady hessel and
she said, Dear Deborah, it's been a while since I
first touched with you. I thought a share some of
my experiences that you listener may enjoy. As you know,
I enjoy your content, and I'm ready to share my story.
Back in nineteen ninety, when I was seventeen nearly eighteen
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years old, I moved into a shared house in a
small rural town called loose And that situated just outside
the coastal town of Brighton in the south of England.
The house had four floors to it. There was the
basement floor and that had a kitchen and a sitting room,
and that led to the back door out into a
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lane and that went to the train station. The first
floor had my small bathroom, two toilets and a bathroom
with a hallway to the front door and a staircase
that went to the upper floors and a second set
of stairs that passed my room. The second set of
stairs led down to the basement, and the second floor
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had two bedrooms, and the second set of stairs up
to the loft space, which was converted then into another bedroom.
The house was filled with a mixed bunch of well educated,
divorced these middle class arty types which didn't have enough
money to get their own place. Really, I stood out
as a young teenage girl who was clearly into metal,
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heavy rock music. I was studying art and drama at
the local college. I was working part time dancing for
stag parties, and I hung out with local bikers, etc.
It was actually a very nice young lady, albeit a
bit rebellious and headstrong. So the prophecy was very basic
and was filled with second and furniture. There were no
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carpets downstairs, and some wooden boat you know, preaky old
stair kind of thing. I was the only person sleeping
in the downstairs section. There was nobody, nothing below me
but our communal living space. I moved in late September.
College had already started and this room was perfect for me.
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It was at the back of the house above the
back door, with a view out to the trees and
on a quiet country lane. Outside my window was a
big country suckle plant, and when I opened my window up,
I would get this lovely scent that would drift into
my room in the evening. I was really happy living there.
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As I started to get to know the other people
living in the property, I became aware that they would
normally socialize in the evening downstairs, the glasses of wine
and a shared meal. Eventually I started to join them, gradually,
coming out of my share a little more each time.
And when people were down in the communal area, I
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could hear the moving. You'd hear the dining table chairs
moving around, you know, on the sofa feeted scrape against
the wooden floorboards. You could access the basement by some old,
creaky stairs that started directly outside my bedroom door, so
I knew when people were going downstairs, as I would
hear them. Also, there was a gravel yard from the
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back door that led to a small gate leading out
to the lane, and you could hear people punted up
and down the gravel paths to that door before coming in.
And you'd hear all that from my room. One evening.
I've been working on a project for my art class,
and I decided to go and make a coffee. I
could hear the chairs moving around downstairs, and I figured
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i'd have a chat with him everyone was there. While
the kettle was biling. I walked down the stairs, calling
out a hi as I went, and I found no
one there. I could have sworn someone would be there.
And I heard the back door go and I heard
the gravel pustled, and made my coffee. Went back to
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my room. A bit later on, I could hear the
same noises again and again. I went to investigate, and
there was nobody there. Now, the high house I'd grown
up in had weird stuff going on all the time,
and I knew plenty in regard to like ghostly activity.
I was not impressed with the idea that I'd moved
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into another haunted location. I really tried not to dwell
on it too much. I had a really busy social
life at the time, and I wasn't always there. As
the munch rolled on, the activity became much more apparent,
and I started to question some of the other residents.
None of them had any issues. I never noticed anything strange.
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They implied it was my overactive imagination, and I felt
pissed that they didn't take me seriously. I started to
have my friends stay over with me. One night, there
was a bunch of us camping out in my room
when about ten to midnight, we heard the stairs creaking
outside my bedroom door, but we hadn't heard anyone come
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down from the first floor or enter through the front door.
We then heard the chairs moving around below us, and
we all decided to have a nose around and see
what was going on. We crept down the stairs and
noticed there were no lights on. Clearly no one was
actually using the rooms, and no one had left as
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the back door was locked. We setted the chairs, you know,
to confirm the noise, and a couple of our friends
went upstairs to listen. We moved them around and they
confirmed that it was the same noise that we could
hear in my room. Eventually, we all returned to my
room and waited, and then it happened again. We ran
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down the stairs this time and switched the light on,
and there was nobody there. We honestly sat around for
most of the night waiting to see if anything else
would happen. You know, there's all being there, but it
was just quiet. None of my friends doubted me after that,
and I felt quite validated. I stayed living in the
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house and I didn't feel threatened by it, and at
some point I had a friend sleep there on the
sofa for a few weeks. After he got kicked out
of his parents' home. He was into a bonfire society
that celebrated Bonfire Night every year on the fifth of
November in a big way, you do it and lose
each year. He had a red Indian costume that he
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was preparing as part of the coming festival celebrations, and
he'd been threading colored beads to the breastplate in his
spare time. The costume was about eighty percent completed when
one morning he called me down into the living room
space and said, look what that ghosted. And I looked
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at his costume and all the beads had been taken
off and rethreaded into a different pattern. It would have
taken weeks to do, and I'd seen it the night before.
It was perfectly done, but completely with the wrong color
pattern then had been there previously. I was shocked and
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he moved out. After that experience, things would get more
active some say spring into summer and the following year,
you know. And at one point then, when I was
very low in my mood, it drove me so mad
that I ended up shouting at it. It was daytime
and the chairs downstairs were moving constantly. There was no
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one else in the house, and I was in my
room trying to sleep. The back door had open and shut,
but no gravel was moving on the gate closing. My
window was wide open, and I was fed up with
this ghost trying to get my attention. It went on
all day till I shouted at it, and then I
left to go and see a friend. I came back
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the next day it was all quiet again, thankfully. Around
this time, I'd started to date a local biker who
lived on the other side of Loose on a farm.
He was a love guy, rode An x S one
one thousand chop that was his pride and joy. Eventually
he took me to meet the guys who lived with
him and informed me that it wouldn't be a good
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idea if I stayed overnight, as their house was haunted
to but not in a nice way. I pushed him
to explain more on him and his friends told me
that several women were known to have hung themselves on
the premises over time, and that whenever, you know ty
before the girls were staying overnight, some strange things would happen,
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and she said, I visited the old farm house several
times before staying overnight, and I did not experience anything unexplained.
I hated going to use the ludo downstairs, but I
would push aside my fears and just use it. The
guys would often tell me to take the cat with me,
as he'd hiss if the ghost was about, but I
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never did this, but some of the other visiting girlfriends dead.
I begun to think that the group was just telling
a yarn to scare us all. When we were all
had a strange experience. One evening, I was going to
stay over as it had got very icy outside. There
was a bit of a walk back to mine. The
conversation went quiet when one of the bikers told us
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a very abruptly, and then we heard a musical note
being strummed from an old mandolin that was on the
floor next to the sofa. He played a couple of
cards and then went still. The cat had been asleep
on an armchair opposite suddenly sprung up and leapt out
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into the kitchen. We looked at each other and the
conversation turned to stories about the ghost. One of the
former bikers we've moved out had been alone in the
house one evening, and this was when they had first
moved in, only been there a few months. He'd been
sitting on the sofa watching the TV, and he suddenly
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heard a door slam from the upper floors in the house. Now,
the layout of this house was quite old fashioned. Everyone
entered it from the yard and this led straight into
the kitchen. To the left was a toilet and shower
room area. All the rooms were very dilapidated and almost unstable.
The kitchen led into the living room, which was an
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oblong shape, and behind the wall on the right was
the door to the stairs that led to the first
floor bedrooms. To get to the second floor, you had
to walk through the main bedroom to another door and
set the stairs to that floor. The biker was convinced
that someone was up there, and he grabbed a metal
pole and he led it upstairs to see who was
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up there, and he found no one in any of
the rooms. But as he left the loft room, the
door slam shut behind him, The door in front of
him opened, and he then ran for his life again.
Each door he exited through then slammed shut behind him promptly.
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They eventually found him at the end of the track
that enters the farm property, crouched down and frozen. He
was in his boxer shorts, his socks and his T shirt,
and he was absolutely panicked and refusing to go back
into the building without his mates. I was also told
it was freezing cold evening and they'd bring a small
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snow flurry outside, but he still stayed out there until
they checked out the house and came to get him. Apparently,
a vicar was called out to do an exorcism on
the property. They had to remove all of their personal
belongings from the house while this was performed. Comments were
made about their choice of music, and they were told
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not to bring the led Zeppelin or the Ousio Odds
Barn LP back into the building. I don't know if
they did, but I know it was unlikely that a
vicar would have performed an exorcism, as this writer was
part of the Catholic faith. You know. Perhaps they meant
that he'd done a blessing on the home. I loved
that story when they told it that he decided to
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stay away and eventually went up to bed with my boyfriend.
Nothing untoward seemed to happen during that night, but at
breakfast we all noticed a picture that had been displayed
on the wall the night before. That picture had somehow
been taken off the wall and placed against the fireplace
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with its back to us. My boyfriend picked it up
and we all gasped when he turned it around. The
pictures were four old fashioned postcards. They were now in
completely different sequence to how they had originally been displayed.
We looked back at the frame again and noted that
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the old tape hadn't been tampered with. This held the
backboard to the frame. It was clearly intact all the
way around. It was yellow and very old, as was
the picture. Though again, a few weeks went by, nothing
else really seemed to happen, and then one afternoon the
mandolin started up again and an old electric fire came
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on by itself. That damn thing wasn't even plugged in.
The main bar started to glow from that fire and
admit heat at the same time. When that Mandolin shrugged.
We all got off the sofa and backed up away
from the items or trying to work out how the
fire had come on. After a few intense minutes, it
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had all calmed back down again and we decided to
trip over to the gardener's arms and lose. Shortly after this,
my boyfriend moved in with me at my place and
I didn't have to stay there anymore. A year or
so later, my boyfriend and I to move to North Cornwall.
We moved back to my mother's house in Portslade while
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we prepared for our move. This was the house I'd
grown up in and it made me feel so uncomfortable
as a child. It was a semi detached three bedroom
properts he just started on the corner you know, it's
ports Laid train station, and being an only child, I
had never slept well in that house at all. We'd
never moved. My parents had brought the property back in
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the mid sixties. My room, as a young child had
been in. The smaller room had an airing cupboard in
it and a sink. The kitchen looks out onto the
back and we had a good sized garden outside. My
room was the landing with a loft hatch above. On
the right was the second bedroom, and I stayed in
this when I was thirteen or fourteen years old until
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I moved out. The landing was an L shaped leading
up from the stairs, and the bathroom was directly above
the front door that was downstairs, and my parents' room
was at the front of the house next to it,
directly above the old sitting room. As a child, the
sitting room had been used as the bedroom for my granddad,
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my mother's father, you live with us following the death
and my grandmother in nineteen seventy four. Then he passed
in seventy five in that room. After then, my dad
knocked the dividing wall down so that the front room
and the sitting room joined. He then built a wooden
extension at the back. Later my stepfather replaced this with
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a brick and glass extension, which included extending the kitchen
downstairs was much bigger than the upstairs to this property.
As a result of that, as a child, I'd been
told by my mother but both this house and the
one that joined to it were both up for sale together.
My parents looked at both. My mother, who's sensitive and
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comes from a family on a maternal side too, were
clairvoyant and also followers of the Spiritualist church. Said that
that house had a very bad energy. There were locks
on the outside in the main bedroom, and an empty
coffin shaped box filled with women's clothing in the back garden,
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half buried in overgrown grass. My mother chose our house
and all seemed fine until a few months after we'd
moved in. My parents were sleeping in their little bedroom,
so when I ended up with as a child, When
one night they were woken up as things were levitating
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and vibrating in the room, the bed shook hard for
several seconds, and a cup lifted up from the table
and it all stopped. Everything went silent, and nothing else happened.
When my parents were decorating the property one day, there
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was a terrifying disembodied screen that was heard by them
and my mother's parents, who were helping them. Everyone had
been in different rooms and my grandparents were downstairs. They
all met on the landing just in time to hear
a big bang sound that my granddad's thoughts sounded like
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a gun. None of them were responsible for the screen,
and the house next door was completely empty. My mother
told me that a couple of years ye ate later,
when Miltman told her that the previous owner of the
house next door had been hanged for killing his wife.
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He'd caught her with another man and shot her. He
was apparently one of the last to be hung in
that area. He'd been a really nasty man, and that's
why the house next door had been on the market
for so long. When the neighbors moved in, she never
told them that story. In an awful time sleeping in
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my little room. As soon as I left the cop
and was giving a bed, I'd leave my room every
night and sleep on the landing outside my parents' bedroom.
He drove them mad, and they put a lock on
the outside of my doors try and keep me in there.
And this led to me waking up and feeling it
frozen with terror. I wouldn't move. I'd be sweating with fear,
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sure that something was standing over me. I became very
sick around that age. At age of four, I had
to go into the hospital for a few months. I
remember feeling so easy there and I slept well every night.
I made a full recovery. I remained a sickly child
while I slept in that room. It's all too interesting
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that around this time my grandparents passed away. My maternal
grandmother passed away when I was three or four, following
several strokes. I don't recall many memories of her. I
was very close to my grandad. He used to teach
me boxing and feed me his baker and every breakfast.
I loved having him around, and at this stage, in
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the living room and the sitting room, they were separated
still and there was no extension. My granddad had a
room at the front downstairs, and he passed away in
there a year after his wife died. Even after the
two rooms were opened up to make the living room,
I always felt like he was close by. One family
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friend who was a medium, sold my mother. He'd always
be by her side, and I believe he still is.
I recall around nineteen ninety nine, I've been visiting my
mother with my baby's son, and we were sitting in
the living room watching him crawl around. He needed to
be changed. If I sat on the sofa, I took
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out the things I needed to change him, and I
knelt down on the floor with him. I took out
his south and I put it onto the sofa behind
me to keep it clean. After I finished changing him,
I turned to get it and it had gone. I
searched everywhere. I took off all the cushions and blankets
you know, previously on the sofa. During the search, my
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mother looked to and after a half an hour just
give up. Frustrated, she left the room to put the
kettle on. I put the cushions and the bankets back
on the sofa. I went over to where my son was.
We all walked back over to the sofa about to
sit down when I noticed the soudor sitting in the
middle of the center cushion. It was exactly where I
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had left it. How did we miss it in our
frantic search? If it was there all the time? There
was another time I was helping to put some shopping
away in the kitchen. I turned around and I noticed
the loaf of bread was sitting in the middle of
the kitchen floor at the other end of the room.
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No one was near it. I hadn't seen it move.
It just went from the shopping bag over to the sink,
just sitting on the floor on the other side. The
whole event was completely nuts. Getting back to nineteen ninety one,
my boyfriend and I were preparing to move to Tintagil
in North corm One. We'd moved in my mother and
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stepfather for a few months beforehand, and now I had
a lovely friend back then who went out with a
guy who followed the left hand path. My boyfriend was
a member of the Bards, the Old Eights and Druids,
and I was studying Wicker. I was having a nap
in my room and my boyfriend was reading when I
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suddenly woke up. I couldn't move, I couldn't even speak.
I could see not the corner of my eye. My
boyfriend was on the floor reading the behind the curtain
and it was moving, but there was no breeze. I
felt really cold, and I started to meditate using the
white light method. A few minutes, the sensation of being
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paralyzed did seem to wear off. It felt or I
felt compelled to call my friend, and I felt really
worried about her. She was alone at her home at
the time, and she said that her boyfriend was having
some serious issues with other Satanists. My boyfriend and I
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went over to her house immediately and felt some oppressive
energy outside the home. We'd only been there about twenty
minutes and my friend told us that there was a
black cat and domestic one sitting outside her patio door,
just staring at her. Her boyfriend tried to show it away,
but he just kept growling and hissing at him. The
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cat then started to walk back and forth in the
garden and but taking its gaze off us. We sat
around and performed a protection meditation for an hour. Eventually
it disappeared and the energy seemed to become normal again.
We went to bed and all seeing well. When I
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returned home the next day, my mother told me that
she'd had a terrible night. There was a couple of
cats screeching outside in the back garden most of the night,
and she had an awful nightmare with a big black
cat with piercing red eyes that were stalking her. The
reason my boyfriend and I were going to Cornwall because
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we'd made friends with some local witches all on holiday
there and we decided to open up a new age
shop with them. We'd become friends with them following a
terrifying night where my boyfriend and I experienced some really
weird goings on. We were in our third day of
our fortnight holiday, then me camping in a caravan sighting
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tint Taddil, we'd written down on my boyfriend's motorbike traveling
around Cornwall sits. Here we found a museum in boss
Castle that was dedicated to witchcraft and had spent the
day there. We'd met another couple of bikers from Wolverhampton
and found out that they were staying in a being
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being Tintagil, and we got chatting. We all made our
way back to Tintagel, where we met up with some
locals and chatted about where we'd been that day. They
were very knowledgeable and gave us a lot of info
in the area. My boyfriend and I went back to
our tent and arranged to meet up with the Wolverhampton
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couple with some drinks in the cornishment. Later that evening
a storm rolled in and after dinner and the cornishman,
we decided to have an early night. The storm was
really bad as we left, and as we walked back
to our tent and noticed a dark shadow sweep along
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down towards a trail to the old ruins and an
onymous feeling and I became hyper vigilant as we entered
the caravan park. I felt like something was following us,
and I was filled with dread. I told my boyfriend
and we tried to do some meditation, but I couldn't focus.
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After an hour, I was desperate to use the local facilities.
I had to trapes across the field in the pitch dark,
and it was sheets of rain. As I left, a
fox made a terrible sheet that sounded god awful. I
started to run. I nearly wept myself because I was
so afraid. At the shower block, I entered the toilets,
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but I felt like I couldn't shut the door. I
sat on the toilet doing my business, just staring at
the entrance. I thought I could hear growling, but the
wind was whipping up. I could have been mistaken. I
ran back to the tent as fast as I could,
and I told my boyfriend and he suggested we go
back to the pub and collect ourselves. It was about
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ten pm and still quite early. It was also late October,
so that's why it was dark. And as we walked
back past the track towards the ruins, I felt really emotional.
I started to cry. When we got to the pub,
we argered some stiff drinks sat in a quiet area
by the front door. Just then a couple from n
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Verhampton came in. They looked really stressed but told us
we looked like we'd just seen a ghost. So we
told him our story, and they said there had been
wrapping on the glass at their bedroom window. They looked
at the window and saw what appeared to be a
handprint on the outside of the glass. That was why
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they'd come back to the pub. We all felt really uncomfortable,
and I decided that we should go and see if
we could locate the local couple we'd all met earlier.
They told us where they lived, and we all turned
up on the doorstep just after the pup shot. We
explained what had gone on when we sat all around
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meditating on protection before returning to our beds. The local
couple gave us roast quarts to take back with us,
and I felt much better. Returning to the tent the
following morning, we unzipped the tent to see a real
mess around us. Another tent had been blown apart and
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all of the belongings were scattered across the field. Bins
had been blown over, and an old static caravan was damaged.
Our tent and motorbike were completely undisturbed, and we slept
like a log. As we walked back into the village,
an ambulance was coming back up the track from the
old ruins and he owed a couple of locals working
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their dogs had found another suicide. Sadly, when we met
up with our wolver ampts and friends, they too had
slept soundly. I had not experienced anything else that night.
The rest of the holiday was just spent in Tintagil
and boad Castle. After that, we moved there into ninety
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two and experienced even more strange events. This time we
saw lights over the old ruins on Tintaddile Head, and
we saw some strange green and red orbs flying into
our bedroom at night. The local has told us about
UFOs that they'd seen out over the Atlantic Ocean, and
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the strange lights that had been seen on the ruins
were a regular event. We must have seen them three
or four times in the first year. We stayed there
a couple of more years before finally returning to the
Lose area following family issues. My boyfriend and I split
up in ninety six, but all my strange adventures have
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just kept right on year in year out. I haven't
experienced a string students around my friend's now ex boyfriend
and made some intriguing discoveries as a result. I remain
open to all kinds of phenomenon and I used my
senses to guide me throughout life. Have a reoccurring voice
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that talks to me, even argues with me sometimes. I
saved my life and even told me that someone was
going to die. My partner and I experienced synchronistic activity
almost daily, and he also has had lots of personal
experiences in his life. I believe we were brought together
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by it. I think you probably were of a great
belief in that myself. I think me and Mark were
brought together. It's almost like both of our lives letters
in that direction. I have an experience in my family
from the castle at bow Castle that she speaks about,
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and it was that happened to my second cousin, Nathan,
and he got in touch with me and said, hey, Deb,
you know what I know. You're a paranormal investigator, so
what do you think of this? Now? Nathan's my cousin
on the U side of the family, and honestly, it's
quite famous. He's even received an Oscar for his animation
work in Hollywood, many of the films you have watched.
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Early in his career, he was living in London, and
he told me about some strange experience he had when
he first moved there. And he said, I had a
flat in London and recently sold on and on a
few occasions when I lived there, a lot of weird
things happen. Getting out of the shower. One day, I
felt a sharp blast of air blowing on my leg
and returned out to see the towel blowing in the wind.
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There wasn't a window open. There was a tiny bathroom,
so no draft could have come in from anywhere. The
next week, I came on late from work one am.
I'm putting the dry glasses away. In the corner of
my eye I saw one of them. I thought it
must have been some moisture in the glass, carding it
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to move. I dried it. I put it back and
carry it on again. It moved towards me. I checked
it again and the glass was bone dry. The shelf
was bone dry, so I put it back on the shelf.
I turned away and I heard it move again. I
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looked at the glass and said do that again, and
the glass moved forwards towards me. I wrong my dad,
whose advice was to not tell anyone and sell up
and get out of there. It typical immunkal that that.
A few weeks later my ex partner moved in with me.
I told her about the way it happened in my flat.
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A few weeks previous, we were chatting in Benebona to
see Clark of our people when we heard something metal
while into the laminate flooring and bounds, and we joked, saying,
it must be a ghost. You go and see look
what it is. The next morning, we were heading off
to Devin. I looked in the hallway and I found
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a tiny brass horseshoe. I'd been decorating that week, and
there was nothing on the walls as I'd been painting them,
so the horseshoe would seemingly fallen out of thin EH
asked my ex if it was hers, and it wasn't.
And there's nowhere it could have fallen from. It wasn't
possible that somebody put it through the letterbox, as it
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was around a bend in the hallway. Anyway, I put
it on the wall and we went to Debon I
first started being boss Castle. Now there's a witch museum there,
and when we walked inside, we couldn't believe it. There
were hundreds of the same mini brass horseshoes that I'd
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found in the flat hanging up around the museum. I
just thought that was really weird. So when we got
back from Devon, I email the museum, sending them a
photo of my mini brass horseshoe and asking them if
they ever had any stories of apporting brass horseshoes, and
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she said no, that they'd make a note of it. Now,
there were not his only experiences at that flat. I
can tell you about speak about that on another podcast
that I am making on paranormal DNA lines. But yeah,
but a strange case tonight. Now, as Mike said, there
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was a couple of points I wanted to go over.
And she explained that she has lived in a series
of haunted houses, and I think it's more likely that
she picks up on paranormal activity when she's in a place.
And she said it's very young in her bedroom home,
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and that tells me it's going to be a lifetime thing.
It's probably always going to happen to her on what
she's learned to do over the years. He's manage it.
You know, some people have a series of paranormal events
and there's nothing I can do about it. It's just
something you have to deal with in your life. But
I hope you've enjoyed that. We'll be bringing you something
else for you to have a listened to quite soon,
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but until then, thank you very much for tuning in,
and I'll catch you all another time. Good Night, everyone,
Hello, everybody, you're welcome back. Thank you very much for
joining me. My name is Deborah Hatswell and you're listening
to BBR Investigations. The case I'm sharing with you next
comes in from a young lady who has experienced several
hearted homes growing up, which raises the question is it
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the homes that are hearted? With a lady hessel and
she said, Dear Deborah, it's been a while since I
first touched with you. I thought a share some of
my experiences that you listener may enjoy. As you know,
I enjoy your content, and I'm ready to share my story.
Back in nineteen ninety, when I was seventeen nearly eighteen
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years old, I moved into a shared house in a
small rural town called loose And that situated just outside
the coastal town of Brighton in the south of England.
The house had four floors to it. There was the
basement floor and that had a kitchen and a sitting room,
and that led to the back door out into a
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lane and that went to the train station. The first
floor had my small bathroom, two toilets and a bathroom
with a hallway to the front door and a staircase
that went to the upper floors and a second set
of stairs that passed my room. The second set of
stairs led down to the basement, and the second floor
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had two bedrooms, and the second set of stairs up
to the loft space, which was converted then into another bedroom.
The house was filled with a mixed bunch of well educated,
divorced these middle class arty types which didn't have enough
money to get their own place. Really, I stood out
as a young teenage girl who was clearly into metal,
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heavy rock music. I was studying art and drama at
the local college. I was working part time dancing for
stag parties, and I hung out with local bikers, etc.
It was actually a very nice young lady, albeit a
bit rebellious and headstrong. So the prophecy was very basic
and was filled with second and furniture. There were no
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carpets downstairs, and some wooden boat you know, preaky old
stair kind of thing. I was the only person sleeping
in the downstairs section. There was nobody, nothing below me
but our communal living space. I moved in late September.
College had already started and this room was perfect for me.
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It was at the back of the house above the
back door, with a view out to the trees and
on a quiet country lane. Outside my window was a
big country suckle plant, and when I opened my window up,
I would get this lovely scent that would drift into
my room in the evening. I was really happy living there.
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As I started to get to know the other people
living in the property, I became aware that they would
normally socialize in the evening downstairs, the glasses of wine
and a shared meal. Eventually I started to join them, gradually,
coming out of my share a little more each time.
And when people were down in the communal area, I
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could hear the moving. You'd hear the dining table chairs
moving around, you know, on the sofa feeted scrape against
the wooden floorboards. You could access the basement by some old,
creaky stairs that started directly outside my bedroom door, so
I knew when people were going downstairs, as I would
hear them. Also, there was a gravel yard from the
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back door that led to a small gate leading out
to the lane, and you could hear people punted up
and down the gravel paths to that door before coming in.
And you'd hear all that from my room. One evening.
I've been working on a project for my art class,
and I decided to go and make a coffee. I
could hear the chairs moving around downstairs, and I figured
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i'd have a chat with him everyone was there. While
the kettle was biling. I walked down the stairs, calling
out a hi as I went, and I found no
one there. I could have sworn someone would be there.
And I heard the back door go and I heard
the gravel pustled, and made my coffee. Went back to
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my room. A bit later on, I could hear the
same noises again and again. I went to investigate, and
there was nobody there. Now, the high house I'd grown
up in had weird stuff going on all the time,
and I knew plenty in regard to like ghostly activity.
I was not impressed with the idea that I'd moved
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into another haunted location. I really tried not to dwell
on it too much. I had a really busy social
life at the time, and I wasn't always there. As
the munch rolled on, the activity became much more apparent,
and I started to question some of the other residents.
None of them had any issues. I never noticed anything strange.
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They implied it was my overactive imagination, and I felt
pissed that they didn't take me seriously. I started to
have my friends stay over with me. One night, there
was a bunch of us camping out in my room
when about ten to midnight, we heard the stairs creaking
outside my bedroom door, but we hadn't heard anyone come
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down from the first floor or enter through the front door.
We then heard the chairs moving around below us, and
we all decided to have a nose around and see
what was going on. We crept down the stairs and
noticed there were no lights on. Clearly no one was
actually using the rooms, and no one had left as
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the back door was locked. We setted the chairs, you know,
to confirm the noise, and a couple of our friends
went upstairs to listen. We moved them around and they
confirmed that it was the same noise that we could
hear in my room. Eventually, we all returned to my
room and waited, and then it happened again. We ran
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down the stairs this time and switched the light on,
and there was nobody there. We honestly sat around for
most of the night waiting to see if anything else
would happen. You know, there's all being there, but it
was just quiet. None of my friends doubted me after that,
and I felt quite validated. I stayed living in the
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house and I didn't feel threatened by it, and at
some point I had a friend sleep there on the
sofa for a few weeks. After he got kicked out
of his parents' home. He was into a bonfire society
that celebrated Bonfire Night every year on the fifth of
November in a big way, you do it and lose
each year. He had a red Indian costume that he
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was preparing as part of the coming festival celebrations, and
he'd been threading colored beads to the breastplate in his
spare time. The costume was about eighty percent completed when
one morning he called me down into the living room
space and said, look what that ghosted. And I looked
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at his costume and all the beads had been taken
off and rethreaded into a different pattern. It would have
taken weeks to do, and I'd seen it the night before.
It was perfectly done, but completely with the wrong color
pattern then had been there previously. I was shocked and
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he moved out. After that experience, things would get more
active some say spring into summer and the following year,
you know. And at one point then, when I was
very low in my mood, it drove me so mad
that I ended up shouting at it. It was daytime
and the chairs downstairs were moving constantly. There was no
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one else in the house, and I was in my
room trying to sleep. The back door had open and shut,
but no gravel was moving on the gate closing. My
window was wide open, and I was fed up with
this ghost trying to get my attention. It went on
all day till I shouted at it, and then I
left to go and see a friend. I came back
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the next day it was all quiet again, thankfully. Around
this time, I'd started to date a local biker who
lived on the other side of Loose on a farm.
He was a love guy, rode An x S one
one thousand chop that was his pride and joy. Eventually
he took me to meet the guys who lived with
him and informed me that it wouldn't be a good
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idea if I stayed overnight, as their house was haunted
to but not in a nice way. I pushed him
to explain more on him and his friends told me
that several women were known to have hung themselves on
the premises over time, and that whenever, you know ty
before the girls were staying overnight, some strange things would happen,
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and she said, I visited the old farm house several
times before staying overnight, and I did not experience anything unexplained.
I hated going to use the ludo downstairs, but I
would push aside my fears and just use it. The
guys would often tell me to take the cat with me,
as he'd hiss if the ghost was about, but I
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never did this, but some of the other visiting girlfriends dead.
I begun to think that the group was just telling
a yarn to scare us all. When we were all
had a strange experience. One evening, I was going to
stay over as it had got very icy outside. There
was a bit of a walk back to mine. The
conversation went quiet when one of the bikers told us
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a very abruptly, and then we heard a musical note
being strummed from an old mandolin that was on the
floor next to the sofa. He played a couple of
cards and then went still. The cat had been asleep
on an armchair opposite suddenly sprung up and leapt out
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into the kitchen. We looked at each other and the
conversation turned to stories about the ghost. One of the
former bikers we've moved out had been alone in the
house one evening, and this was when they had first
moved in, only been there a few months. He'd been
sitting on the sofa watching the TV, and he suddenly
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heard a door slam from the upper floors in the house. Now,
the layout of this house was quite old fashioned. Everyone
entered it from the yard and this led straight into
the kitchen. To the left was a toilet and shower
room area. All the rooms were very dilapidated and almost unstable.
The kitchen led into the living room, which was an
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oblong shape, and behind the wall on the right was
the door to the stairs that led to the first
floor bedrooms. To get to the second floor, you had
to walk through the main bedroom to another door and
set the stairs to that floor. The biker was convinced
that someone was up there, and he grabbed a metal
pole and he led it upstairs to see who was
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up there, and he found no one in any of
the rooms. But as he left the loft room, the
door slam shut behind him, The door in front of
him opened, and he then ran for his life again.
Each door he exited through then slammed shut behind him promptly.
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They eventually found him at the end of the track
that enters the farm property, crouched down and frozen. He
was in his boxer shorts, his socks and his T shirt,
and he was absolutely panicked and refusing to go back
into the building without his mates. I was also told
it was freezing cold evening and they'd bring a small
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snow flurry outside, but he still stayed out there until
they checked out the house and came to get him. Apparently,
a vicar was called out to do an exorcism on
the property. They had to remove all of their personal
belongings from the house while this was performed. Comments were
made about their choice of music, and they were told
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not to bring the led Zeppelin or the Ousio Odds
Barn LP back into the building. I don't know if
they did, but I know it was unlikely that a
vicar would have performed an exorcism, as this writer was
part of the Catholic faith. You know. Perhaps they meant
that he'd done a blessing on the home. I loved
that story when they told it that he decided to
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stay away and eventually went up to bed with my boyfriend.
Nothing untoward seemed to happen during that night, but at
breakfast we all noticed a picture that had been displayed
on the wall the night before. That picture had somehow
been taken off the wall and placed against the fireplace
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with its back to us. My boyfriend picked it up
and we all gasped when he turned it around. The
pictures were four old fashioned postcards. They were now in
completely different sequence to how they had originally been displayed.
We looked back at the frame again and noted that
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the old tape hadn't been tampered with. This held the
backboard to the frame. It was clearly intact all the
way around. It was yellow and very old, as was
the picture. Though again, a few weeks went by, nothing
else really seemed to happen, and then one afternoon the
mandolin started up again and an old electric fire came
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on by itself. That damn thing wasn't even plugged in.
The main bar started to glow from that fire and
admit heat at the same time. When that Mandolin shrugged.
We all got off the sofa and backed up away
from the items or trying to work out how the
fire had come on. After a few intense minutes, it
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had all calmed back down again and we decided to
trip over to the gardener's arms and lose. Shortly after this,
my boyfriend moved in with me at my place and
I didn't have to stay there anymore. A year or
so later, my boyfriend and I to move to North Cornwall.
We moved back to my mother's house in Portslade while
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we prepared for our move. This was the house I'd
grown up in and it made me feel so uncomfortable
as a child. It was a semi detached three bedroom
properts he just started on the corner you know, it's
ports Laid train station, and being an only child, I
had never slept well in that house at all. We'd
never moved. My parents had brought the property back in
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the mid sixties. My room, as a young child had
been in. The smaller room had an airing cupboard in
it and a sink. The kitchen looks out onto the
back and we had a good sized garden outside. My
room was the landing with a loft hatch above. On
the right was the second bedroom, and I stayed in
this when I was thirteen or fourteen years old until
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I moved out. The landing was an L shaped leading
up from the stairs, and the bathroom was directly above
the front door that was downstairs, and my parents' room
was at the front of the house next to it,
directly above the old sitting room. As a child, the
sitting room had been used as the bedroom for my granddad,
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my mother's father, you live with us following the death
and my grandmother in nineteen seventy four. Then he passed
in seventy five in that room. After then, my dad
knocked the dividing wall down so that the front room
and the sitting room joined. He then built a wooden
extension at the back. Later my stepfather replaced this with
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a brick and glass extension, which included extending the kitchen
downstairs was much bigger than the upstairs to this property.
As a result of that, as a child, I'd been
told by my mother but both this house and the
one that joined to it were both up for sale together.
My parents looked at both. My mother, who's sensitive and
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comes from a family on a maternal side too, were
clairvoyant and also followers of the Spiritualist church. Said that
that house had a very bad energy. There were locks
on the outside in the main bedroom, and an empty
coffin shaped box filled with women's clothing in the back garden,
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half buried in overgrown grass. My mother chose our house
and all seemed fine until a few months after we'd
moved in. My parents were sleeping in their little bedroom,
so when I ended up with as a child, When
one night they were woken up as things were levitating
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and vibrating in the room, the bed shook hard for
several seconds, and a cup lifted up from the table
and it all stopped. Everything went silent, and nothing else happened.
When my parents were decorating the property one day, there
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was a terrifying disembodied screen that was heard by them
and my mother's parents, who were helping them. Everyone had
been in different rooms and my grandparents were downstairs. They
all met on the landing just in time to hear
a big bang sound that my granddad's thoughts sounded like
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a gun. None of them were responsible for the screen,
and the house next door was completely empty. My mother
told me that a couple of years ye ate later,
when Miltman told her that the previous owner of the
house next door had been hanged for killing his wife.
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He'd caught her with another man and shot her. He
was apparently one of the last to be hung in
that area. He'd been a really nasty man, and that's
why the house next door had been on the market
for so long. When the neighbors moved in, she never
told them that story. In an awful time sleeping in
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my little room. As soon as I left the cop
and was giving a bed, I'd leave my room every
night and sleep on the landing outside my parents' bedroom.
He drove them mad, and they put a lock on
the outside of my doors try and keep me in there.
And this led to me waking up and feeling it
frozen with terror. I wouldn't move. I'd be sweating with fear,
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sure that something was standing over me. I became very
sick around that age. At age of four, I had
to go into the hospital for a few months. I
remember feeling so easy there and I slept well every night.
I made a full recovery. I remained a sickly child
while I slept in that room. It's all too interesting
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that around this time my grandparents passed away. My maternal
grandmother passed away when I was three or four, following
several strokes. I don't recall many memories of her. I
was very close to my grandad. He used to teach
me boxing and feed me his baker and every breakfast.
I loved having him around, and at this stage, in
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the living room and the sitting room, they were separated
still and there was no extension. My granddad had a
room at the front downstairs, and he passed away in
there a year after his wife died. Even after the
two rooms were opened up to make the living room,
I always felt like he was close by. One family
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friend who was a medium, sold my mother. He'd always
be by her side, and I believe he still is.
I recall around nineteen ninety nine, I've been visiting my
mother with my baby's son, and we were sitting in
the living room watching him crawl around. He needed to
be changed. If I sat on the sofa, I took
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out the things I needed to change him, and I
knelt down on the floor with him. I took out
his south and I put it onto the sofa behind
me to keep it clean. After I finished changing him,
I turned to get it and it had gone. I
searched everywhere. I took off all the cushions and blankets
you know, previously on the sofa. During the search, my
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mother looked to and after a half an hour just
give up. Frustrated, she left the room to put the
kettle on. I put the cushions and the bankets back
on the sofa. I went over to where my son was.
We all walked back over to the sofa about to
sit down when I noticed the soudor sitting in the
middle of the center cushion. It was exactly where I
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had left it. How did we miss it in our
frantic search? If it was there all the time? There
was another time I was helping to put some shopping
away in the kitchen. I turned around and I noticed
the loaf of bread was sitting in the middle of
the kitchen floor at the other end of the room.
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No one was near it. I hadn't seen it move.
It just went from the shopping bag over to the sink,
just sitting on the floor on the other side. The
whole event was completely nuts. Getting back to nineteen ninety one,
my boyfriend and I were preparing to move to Tintagil
in North corm One. We'd moved in my mother and
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stepfather for a few months beforehand, and now I had
a lovely friend back then who went out with a
guy who followed the left hand path. My boyfriend was
a member of the Bards, the Old Eights and Druids,
and I was studying Wicker. I was having a nap
in my room and my boyfriend was reading when I
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suddenly woke up. I couldn't move, I couldn't even speak.
I could see not the corner of my eye. My
boyfriend was on the floor reading the behind the curtain
and it was moving, but there was no breeze. I
felt really cold, and I started to meditate using the
white light method. A few minutes, the sensation of being
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paralyzed did seem to wear off. It felt or I
felt compelled to call my friend, and I felt really
worried about her. She was alone at her home at
the time, and she said that her boyfriend was having
some serious issues with other Satanists. My boyfriend and I
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went over to her house immediately and felt some oppressive
energy outside the home. We'd only been there about twenty
minutes and my friend told us that there was a
black cat and domestic one sitting outside her patio door,
just staring at her. Her boyfriend tried to show it away,
but he just kept growling and hissing at him. The
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cat then started to walk back and forth in the
garden and but taking its gaze off us. We sat
around and performed a protection meditation for an hour. Eventually
it disappeared and the energy seemed to become normal again.
We went to bed and all seeing well. When I
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returned home the next day, my mother told me that
she'd had a terrible night. There was a couple of
cats screeching outside in the back garden most of the night,
and she had an awful nightmare with a big black
cat with piercing red eyes that were stalking her. The
reason my boyfriend and I were going to Cornwall because
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we'd made friends with some local witches all on holiday
there and we decided to open up a new age
shop with them. We'd become friends with them following a
terrifying night where my boyfriend and I experienced some really
weird goings on. We were in our third day of
our fortnight holiday, then me camping in a caravan sighting
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tint Taddil, we'd written down on my boyfriend's motorbike traveling
around Cornwall sits. Here we found a museum in boss
Castle that was dedicated to witchcraft and had spent the
day there. We'd met another couple of bikers from Wolverhampton
and found out that they were staying in a being
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being Tintagil, and we got chatting. We all made our
way back to Tintagel, where we met up with some
locals and chatted about where we'd been that day. They
were very knowledgeable and gave us a lot of info
in the area. My boyfriend and I went back to
our tent and arranged to meet up with the Wolverhampton
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couple with some drinks in the cornishment. Later that evening
a storm rolled in and after dinner and the cornishman,
we decided to have an early night. The storm was
really bad as we left, and as we walked back
to our tent and noticed a dark shadow sweep along
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down towards a trail to the old ruins and an
onymous feeling and I became hyper vigilant as we entered
the caravan park. I felt like something was following us,
and I was filled with dread. I told my boyfriend
and we tried to do some meditation, but I couldn't focus.
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After an hour, I was desperate to use the local facilities.
I had to trapes across the field in the pitch dark,
and it was sheets of rain. As I left, a
fox made a terrible sheet that sounded god awful. I
started to run. I nearly wept myself because I was
so afraid. At the shower block, I entered the toilets,
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but I felt like I couldn't shut the door. I
sat on the toilet doing my business, just staring at
the entrance. I thought I could hear growling, but the
wind was whipping up. I could have been mistaken. I
ran back to the tent as fast as I could,
and I told my boyfriend and he suggested we go
back to the pub and collect ourselves. It was about
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ten pm and still quite early. It was also late October,
so that's why it was dark. And as we walked
back past the track towards the ruins, I felt really emotional.
I started to cry. When we got to the pub,
we argered some stiff drinks sat in a quiet area
by the front door. Just then a couple from n
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Verhampton came in. They looked really stressed but told us
we looked like we'd just seen a ghost. So we
told him our story, and they said there had been
wrapping on the glass at their bedroom window. They looked
at the window and saw what appeared to be a
handprint on the outside of the glass. That was why
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they'd come back to the pub. We all felt really uncomfortable,
and I decided that we should go and see if
we could locate the local couple we'd all met earlier.
They told us where they lived, and we all turned
up on the doorstep just after the pup shot. We
explained what had gone on when we sat all around
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meditating on protection before returning to our beds. The local
couple gave us roast quarts to take back with us,
and I felt much better. Returning to the tent the
following morning, we unzipped the tent to see a real
mess around us. Another tent had been blown apart and
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all of the belongings were scattered across the field. Bins
had been blown over, and an old static caravan was damaged.
Our tent and motorbike were completely undisturbed, and we slept
like a log. As we walked back into the village,
an ambulance was coming back up the track from the
old ruins and he owed a couple of locals working
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their dogs had found another suicide. Sadly, when we met
up with our wolver ampts and friends, they too had
slept soundly. I had not experienced anything else that night.
The rest of the holiday was just spent in Tintagil
and boad Castle. After that, we moved there into ninety
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two and experienced even more strange events. This time we
saw lights over the old ruins on Tintaddile Head, and
we saw some strange green and red orbs flying into
our bedroom at night. The local has told us about
UFOs that they'd seen out over the Atlantic Ocean, and
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the strange lights that had been seen on the ruins
were a regular event. We must have seen them three
or four times in the first year. We stayed there
a couple of more years before finally returning to the
Lose area following family issues. My boyfriend and I split
up in ninety six, but all my strange adventures have
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just kept right on year in year out. I haven't
experienced a string students around my friend's now ex boyfriend
and made some intriguing discoveries as a result. I remain
open to all kinds of phenomenon and I used my
senses to guide me throughout life. Have a reoccurring voice
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that talks to me, even argues with me sometimes. I
saved my life and even told me that someone was
going to die. My partner and I experienced synchronistic activity
almost daily, and he also has had lots of personal
experiences in his life. I believe we were brought together
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by it. I think you probably were of a great
belief in that myself. I think me and Mark were
brought together. It's almost like both of our lives letters
in that direction. I have an experience in my family
from the castle at bow Castle that she speaks about,
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and it was that happened to my second cousin, Nathan,
and he got in touch with me and said, hey, Deb,
you know what I know. You're a paranormal investigator, so
what do you think of this? Now? Nathan's my cousin
on the U side of the family, and honestly, it's
quite famous. He's even received an Oscar for his animation
work in Hollywood, many of the films you have watched.
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Early in his career, he was living in London, and
he told me about some strange experience he had when
he first moved there. And he said, I had a
flat in London and recently sold on and on a
few occasions when I lived there, a lot of weird
things happen. Getting out of the shower. One day, I
felt a sharp blast of air blowing on my leg
and returned out to see the towel blowing in the wind.
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There wasn't a window open. There was a tiny bathroom,
so no draft could have come in from anywhere. The
next week, I came on late from work one am.
I'm putting the dry glasses away. In the corner of
my eye I saw one of them. I thought it
must have been some moisture in the glass, carding it
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to move. I dried it. I put it back and
carry it on again. It moved towards me. I checked
it again and the glass was bone dry. The shelf
was bone dry, so I put it back on the shelf.
I turned away and I heard it move again. I
(32:25):
looked at the glass and said do that again, and
the glass moved forwards towards me. I wrong my dad,
whose advice was to not tell anyone and sell up
and get out of there. It typical immunkal that that.
A few weeks later my ex partner moved in with me.
I told her about the way it happened in my flat.
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A few weeks previous, we were chatting in Benebona to
see Clark of our people when we heard something metal
while into the laminate flooring and bounds, and we joked, saying,
it must be a ghost. You go and see look
what it is. The next morning, we were heading off
to Devin. I looked in the hallway and I found
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a tiny brass horseshoe. I'd been decorating that week, and
there was nothing on the walls as I'd been painting them,
so the horseshoe would seemingly fallen out of thin EH
asked my ex if it was hers, and it wasn't.
And there's nowhere it could have fallen from. It wasn't
possible that somebody put it through the letterbox, as it
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was around a bend in the hallway. Anyway, I put
it on the wall and we went to Debon I
first started being boss Castle. Now there's a witch museum there,
and when we walked inside, we couldn't believe it. There
were hundreds of the same mini brass horseshoes that I'd
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found in the flat hanging up around the museum. I
just thought that was really weird. So when we got
back from Devon, I email the museum, sending them a
photo of my mini brass horseshoe and asking them if
they ever had any stories of apporting brass horseshoes, and
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she said no, that they'd make a note of it. Now,
there were not his only experiences at that flat. I
can tell you about speak about that on another podcast
that I am making on paranormal DNA lines. But yeah,
but a strange case tonight. Now, as Mike said, there
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was a couple of points I wanted to go over.
And she explained that she has lived in a series
of haunted houses, and I think it's more likely that
she picks up on paranormal activity when she's in a place.
And she said it's very young in her bedroom home,
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and that tells me it's going to be a lifetime thing.
It's probably always going to happen to her on what
she's learned to do over the years. He's manage it.
You know, some people have a series of paranormal events
and there's nothing I can do about it. It's just
something you have to deal with in your life. But
I hope you've enjoyed that. We'll be bringing you something
else for you to have a listened to quite soon,
(35:19):
but until then, thank you very much for tuning in,
and I'll catch you all another time. Good Night, everyone,
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