Friday 22 October 2010

Blackness Castle - Sterling, Scotland

Erry up its cold!!





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Double Glazing?? No! go away we don't need any thanks ;)

Boo!!






On our way back across the Forth Bridge I spotted a sign for Blackness Castle, that rang bells with me and we decided to have a drive down to it, the winding road went on forever! Eventually we arrived, at the ticket office and we were met by a nice Scottish man dress all in green tartan, I needed my memory jogging regarding any paranormal information and warned Richard to hide his humiliation at this request. The Scottish chap obligingly offered us some tales and continued on with a lengthy pitch about its paranormal pleasantries and unpleasantness's . "She was chased out of the building by the jailer you know!"  and out he pulled a copy of Richard Jones book "Haunted Britain and Ireland" Yes! I have a copy I said to him and thanked him for jogging my memory.  This is the first castle I had ever visited that was in the shape of a ship, very odd! As I looked out of the window out on to the windy firth of forth estuary, it made me want keep looking over my shoulder as I felt like I was about to be shoved out of it at any second.  The courtyard was tricky underfoot and I was precariously walking over the outcrop hoping that my twisted ankle wouldn't play up again. I took some short videos (which I shall upload once I get my computer fixed!) People have heard unexplained banging and furniture being dragged across a floor, areas that were totally unoccupied. An angry knight is said to have chased a visitor out, some say its a jailer as the castle used to be a prison, there are differing stories to this, but they all sound great!


Angry Knight
Location: Blackness - Blackness Castle
Type: Haunting Manifestation
Date / Time: 1990's
Further Comments: This vexed spirit chased a female witness out of the castle during a sightseeing tour. Banging sounds have also been reported, with no source ever being found.

Sunday 17 October 2010

The Ancient Ram Inn, Gloucestershire

Is that an EMF detector in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?
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The Oldest Inn in England
Wotton-under-Edge, Gloucestershire, England.
Grade II listed, in 1145 AD
Official website  www.theancientraminn.com

Famously nicknamed as the 'Scam Inn' the Ancient Ram Inn is believed to date as far back as 1145. John Humphries, the current owner, bought the property from a brewery back in 1968. The Ancient Ram is a Grade II listed building and John Humphries has spent the past 30 odd years renovating it. When he first moved in he was totally unaware that the place was haunted until he was awoken by someone with icy hands grabbing at his ankles and trying to pull him out of bed. His daughters also had several experiences. The Ancient Ram is believed to be built on an ancient burial ground where ritual killings took place. It is also opposite a henge. Apparently things happen on a daily and nightly basis ranging from tappings on windows, objects moving, strange smells, ghostly figures, people being pushed.

John is well known amongst the paranormal community and is famous for his strangeness and questionable techniques in getting money out of gullable ghost hunters.

Incubus, Ghost of an inn keeper, ghostly lady. baby crying, a monk, a cavalier.

A frightening incubus creeps into the beds of terrified victims in the dead of night, scaring both owner and visitor alike. A succubus is the female version on an incubus, a negative entity that feeds off the sexuality of the living.

Violent poltergeist activity, power drains, rattling of door knobs, footsteps, light anomalies, objects being moved, cold spots, an unexplained black cat, doors slamming.

I found the Inn hidden at the bottom of a hill in Wotton-under-Edge. It is a rickety looking old house, it looks like it's actually sunk into the ground. The site in which this once Inn stands is known to be an ancient site on a major leyline (there is no evidence leylines exist). Bones of children have been unearthed by archaeologists inside the house and two ceremonial daggers have also found close by the bones. There are also stories of murder and bloodshed here. I didn't find the henge, only modern buildings surround it.

There is a medical condition called NREM Arousal Parasomnia (explicit) which makes sense regarding some incubus and succubus experiences.

Wednesday 13 October 2010

Hermitage Castle, Scotland (2)


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If the gates to Hermitage Castle were unlocked at night, you would certainly find me wandering around this ominous pile alone..OK maybe that would be foolhardy and stupid.  This is a bleak place even in daylight hours. The castle has a somber feel about it, I really can't put my finger on it, its certainly is eerie even for the more hardened investigator and it's practically in the middle of nowhere. The nearest village of Newcastleton (where we stayed) is about 6 miles away.

Tuesday 12 October 2010

Ghoulish Crimes and Punishments through the centuries


Not for the faint of heart!

Ghoulish crimes, punishments and morbid tales

It's little wonder ghosts still haunt some places, as they still linger and fear to move on to the next world.

Only people who did heinous crimes were subjected to the most horrible of punishments in England.

In the past people craved a decent burial, but if you were tried for murder or any other heinous crime then you could find yourself gibbeted, or hung drawn and quartered, flogged, burned alive, guillotined or pressed to death.
If you were lucky you would get off with a straight forward hanging from a long drop which brought you a quick death, alternatively if you weren't so lucky, you would be hung from a short drop where your body would have writhed about for at least and hour, you would choke and vomit yourself to death.  The innocent were also punished too. Gibbeting..hung up from a metal cage, the local blacksmith would measure you up for a gibbet cage and they would cram you in it, hang you 30 foot high off the ground then leave you to die where bits would drop off and what remained of your decomposing flesh the crows would peck off including your eyeballs.

'Gallows birds' The gibbet story of a Lincolnshire murderer 'Tom Otter' the flesh fell off his jawbone and a blue tit nested inside his mouth and had its young. The poem goes  "nine tongues within one head the tenth went out to seek for bread, to feed the living within the dead" As the old lady walked past his gibbet cage she noticed a nest of starlings in his rib cage. 44 years he was hung up in the gibbet, eventually it blew down in the wind. His bones lie buried beneath the gibbet post.  You can still hear the phantom creaking of the gibbet post and hear the rattling of chains that held up Tom Otter's gibbet cage.

If you found yourself living rough in the sleazy part of Edinburgh in the 1700's then it wasn't a pleasant time for you, you didn't lay down to sleep without keeping one eye open because a body snatcher might be lurking round the next corner. Body snatching was rife in the area and you could have been their next victim! Body snatching and grave robbing was so bad graveyards had large walls and railings built around them, doctors would pay good money for a good supply of cadavers, they also used executed criminals for anatomical experimentation. But criminals found their own sinister methods of profiteering the business by supplying medical students with fresh bodies, so fresh in-fact they were just barely alive!  Burke and Hare were notorious body snatchers of the era, they had their own form of strangulation by restricting their victims breathing by covering the nose and mouth so as not to damage the body, the method was known as 'Burking'. Dr Knox paid up to seven pounds seven shillings for the bodies so he could carry out his 'no questions asked' work, easy money for the pair. When they did the grave robbing they would remove the body and replace it with tanning bark.  After many years the pair were found out through rumour and Burke was sentence to hang. On January 28th 1829 Burke was hanged, over 25,000 people attended the execution, the crowded cheered 'Burke him, Burke him!!"  Ironically HIS body also ended up being dissected by medical students who removed sections of his skin and bound a book with it, it is stamped on the front in gold lettering 'Burke's Skin 1829' but before dissection, Burke's corpse was put on a slab in town, a public exhibition for thousands to see and walk past at a rate of sixty people a minute. His skeleton can still be seen at Surgeon's Hall in Edinburgh along with his death mask and the life mask of is cohort Hare, but did you know, Hare got off Scot free!!



Mary Queen of Scots ghost wanders many an earthy pile, her life was taken away in 1587 by the executioners axe.
She laid down her head, putting her chin over the block with both her hands she laid there quietly, and stretching out her arms cried, In manus tuas, Domine, she endured two strokes with the axe, making hardly a noise or moving so the executioner cut off her head, although not detaching it accurately, he lifted up her head to the view of all the assembly and bade God save the Queen. Then lifted her wig off her head, her hair appeared as grey as a women's of threescore and ten years old, cut very short, her face in a moment being so much altered from the form she had when she was alive, as few could remember her by her dead face. Her lips stirred up and a down a quarter of an hour after her head was cut off.


A very ordinary lady by the name of Margaret Clitheroe who lived in York in the 1500's was found guilty of practicing Catholicism which was considered treason in that era.  She held mass in her house knowing that if the authorities found out, there would be hell to pay.  Alas one day her home was searched and chalices and vestments were found and she was arrested.  But the trial couldn't proceed because she wouldn't plead, she shouted "I need no trial!" which lead to a very barbaric death by pressing.  Only aged thirty she was laid on the floor with a stone under her back and a door place on top of her she was subjected to having heavier and heavier stones placed upon her chest until a plea was entered, the weight of the stones on  her chest became too great for the condemned lady to breathe, fatal suffocation finally occurred.  Her home is now a shrine.





Wednesday 6 October 2010

Fountains Hall and Abbey, North Yorkshire - my first ghost sighting?


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Fountains Abbey was full of surprises one Sunday afternoon. We were visiting in a none paranormal fashion.I actually saw something on a normal day out with hubby and the dog. It was a glorious sunny summers day, we went to Fountains Abbey in North Yorkshire England, the place was packed, folks having picnics on the grass and stuff.

In street view below is the building where I saw the ghost?

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We decided to go in an old barn that had been converted into mini history museum about how the cistercian monks lived and worked, no one else was in the building except me, Rich was waiting for me outside with the dog. I wasn't thinking about anything paranormal that day. When I reach the centre of the room I saw for a split second but long enough to gain a description of him - a man crouched down working on something, he was wearing what looked like a leather waistcoat, it was really weird, it was like residual?/mental projection. I claim I am not psychic, I am scientifically minded but it looked like something from the phantasmagoria (Peppers ghost illusion) or very much like it, it was very odd! I still can't get my head round it.

Peppers ghost illusion (phantasmagoria)

'The blue ghost resides in nearby Fountains Hall also an Elizabethan gent has been seen coming out from some wood panelling at the hall.

Choral choirs and chanting have been heard at the abbey.

Tuesday 5 October 2010

Abandoned Villages


Yorkshire's abandoned village - Wharram Percy


Crumbling buildings that in a bygone age housed growing families, vanishing streets that once echoed to the gleeful screams of children. Is there anywhere riper for thoughts that drift to ghosts and spirits that surely linger, unwilling to leave their former home?

Such former settlements are scattered over these lands and always repay a visit, especially if you are prone to sentimentality or melancholia. These must be the loneliest places, once so vibrant but now mute and lost.

In Scotland they have more than their fair share of abandoned villages. As a woman who boasts some Scottish blood in her lineage it is with special regret and sadness to dwell on the infamous clearances when landowners decided, with shameful disregard for their tenants, to 'clear' whole settlements in the Highlands to make way for sheep, considered to be far more profitable a use of their land.


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One village that suffered this fate was Lawers on the banks of Loch Tay. Once the home of the famed prophetess, the Lady of Lawers, she was said to have foretold the clearance by the second Marquis in the early years of the nineteenth century which decimated the population of the area for nothing more than sheep farming.

Today the isolated village is nothing more than a collection of ruins accessed by a path from the Ben Lawers Hotel situated on the A827 nearby; but unlike many similar deserted settlements Lawers has acquired a reputation of being rather less restful than one would assume. Australian bar staff were in the habit of taking the fifteen minute walk to the picturesque ruins but some started to report a 'presence' at the site accompanied by a feeling of being watched, or worse, followed. The staff were previously unaware of the tales of haunting and the ghost of the White Lady, according to local legend the shade of the Lady of Lawers.



The area is steeped in folklore, much of it related to the prognostications of the prophetess. It is told that early last century a man was foolish enough to ignore the advice of neighbours and cut down a tree planted by the Lady. She had predicted many events that would correspond with heights that her tree would have reached at the time. She also foretold of tragedy for anyone who harmed the tree as the injudicious man who ignored the tale sadly found out. He was gored to death by his own bull and a friend who assisted him in the deed lost his mind and was committed to a mental asylum.

Written for me by the late Toby Ion, this website is dedicated to him.