Private Investigation Reports
These investigation reports are from private/team only investigations that Ghost Search UK undertake.
| PRIVATE LOCATION, KENT Saturday 5th May 2007 |
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| The Investigation Report This was a busy location. For the first half of the night I sat alone in the loft to see if I could encourage Spirit to step forward and give some evidence to me. At one point I asked Spirit to step forward and make a loud noise and the answer (caught on MP3 but not heard at the time) was NO. Some time later after again calling Spirit to come forward (again only caught on mp3) were the words “where am I?” For the second half (after some lovely toasted bacon sandwiches) I took over the group from Donna and we went to one of the bedrooms. As we stood in a circle a man came to the room he was about 5’7”- 5’8” and wore a wig. He had a dark coat on with wide, long sleeves. The cuffs of which were folded back and held in place by 4 buttons. He had a white collar with lace at the front (I think this was his shirt). His britches came to just below his knees and they had cuffs on them with 3 buttons showing. His white sock/stockings went under the ends of his britches. He had black shoes with a buckle on the tongue. He was certainly a “gentleman” of some substance. In his hand he held a black cane with a silver tip on the bottom, the top had a carved silver knob (this looked to be a lion’s head) and just below the head was a silver plate with some sort of inscription. He told us he came from Hythe, where he was a merchant (corn?) and a money lender. He also owned some ships and traded wool and imported anything that paid. Although they were merchantmen his ships carried guns. When he was asked about tax he had to pay on wool, he stated there was a way round it; he in fact, had 2 ships with the same name and so only paid tax on 1 cargo. There was a mention of Redbellies (or Redbreasts) this was taken to be the Kings men. He was asked who the King was and he replied Mad George. (George III). He was asked by our host if he had a good life and his answer was that he was still having a good life. Asked if he had been married he said no but there were several near misses. Our host wished him well and he raised a glass and said “Good health, I raise my glass to you sir” He then left us. No sooner had he gone when another male came in, and gave the name of Travers (spelling may not be right) and I got links with the sea with him. He had dark hair and was wearing a leather jerkin and I got the impression from him that he had something to do with ropes (rope making?). He showed me a scene were he had a rope over his right shoulder and was climbing up a ships mast, I then realised he was a rigger. His job was to ready ships for sea, either repairing or putting rigging up for new ships. He came originally from Norway (Oslo he said). He wished us "fair weather" then left. A little boy of about 6-7yrs then joined us. He was well dressed and from his appearance I would think he lived around about 1910. He had a brown tweed coat with a belt around his waist (on the coat) and knee britches, I couldn’t see his feet it was as if the floor had been lower in his time (our host said that this was likely). He winked at us the he too left. A lady called Mary (Murphy) then came in, she had been a servant and said “begging your pardon sir I should not be here” our host said that she was welcome as it was her home as much as his. It transpired that she looked after the bedrooms in Victorian times, and gave the feeling of belonging (not passing through). She had a total of 7 children although only 5 had survived infancy. She was alone because her husband was something to do with tobacco growing and was in Virginia. She told us that she had learnt to read from her children. She disappeared as quickly as she had appeared. All in all a terrific nights work, and very enjoyable. Many thanks to our host and hostess. Pete A sample of just what Spiritual energy can do was given as a demonstration by placing our hands lightly on a wooden kitchen chair and asking Spirit to move the chair in anyway that it could. The chair started to vibrate and sprung to life by lifting two feet off the kitchen floor. Spirit tried to then lift the chair on to one leg however it kept slipping on the tiled floor, it was decided that a rug from the living room was to be placed beneath the chair to prevent further slipping. Low and behold the wooden seat then lifted back on to two legs and to one leg and started to spin around in a circle. It was whilst this was taking place that I felt a female energy walked through the wall behind me and step in to the kitchen (that being the right hand wall where the cooker now stands). Malcolm confirmed to me that there was once a doorway there. This female energy felt as if she had come from a good family, her clothes appeared clean and smart and I was given a year of 1732. She was not linked to the house but claimed to have traveled to New Romney as her father had owned sailing ships which he used to transport silks, powder (think this was gun?) and barrels of liquid, although this liquid was not for consumption. This lady did not reveal her name but was happy to confirm she was only in visitation and not earth bound. In one of the bedrooms (second door on left) most of us present felt as if we were swaying whilst in this room, akin to being on a boat. A male energy stepped forward and I noted that he walked with a limp due to his left leg being shorter than his right. He walked this way even though he wore a shoe that had been adapted to make up for his affliction. This gentleman wore upon his head a wide rimmed black hat. His white shirt had a small stand up collar with extra material he would have used to tie the garment together at the neck line. His trousers were dark in colour and ended just above his ankles; over top of this he wore a black v-neck cloak. He was of a pale completion with pinched features, his nose was sharp and his cheek bones high and his eyes were very dark. This male energy would have been a God fearing man in his time. Whilst in this bedroom I heard a female crying, this cry was without tears, more of a frustration than of sadness. I asked the Spirit if she’d like to step forward and introduce herself, which she did. This lady gave her name as Bessie, yet she was known as Bess. She was a well covered lady who wore a 'tea stained' coloured mop cap, a heavily patterned dress with petticoats beneath and long sleeves which ended with tight fitted 'cuffs'. Bess told of the long hours that she worked within this building in the kitchens. She told me that she was permitted by the master to bring her young children with her to work, yet her two children had to stay in the kitchen with her. Bess had one boy and one girl, and she told me how the master’s young son would often play in the kitchen with her little ones. The Masters son was between the age of 7-8 years and had long curly hair that fell just short of his shoulders, he was dressed as he father would have dressed, a little mirror image of. I was told that Bess had lived in New Romney had walked to this place of work each day, she had one day off out of seven and that was spent working for someone else, doing laundry. I asked Bess why she was threat full, she told me that she had lost the children, she could not see them. It was then that I heard a young boy say "But we’re here". To me it was so simple, Bess had passed over when she left the earth plain yet the children had stayed in the time frame they knew. I told her to tune in to her time, the time that King George II had reigned. "Oh there you are" were the words Bess used, and then no more. The last spoken contact with active Spirit was given audibly as men shouting. I then felt a male energy step behind me; his hands had been tethered at the wrists with thin leather binding. He told me of some out buildings that were once at the back of this property, he said that he had traveled from the other side of Rye to seek shelter from The Kings Men. There was a reward out on him for a crime he had committed (the crime was never revealed to me), he had been captured by local men who had heard of the reward. This man said to me "wrong place wrong time". His days ended in the year 1532 as he swung from the hangman’s noose! Donna | ||
| FORT AMHERST, KENT Saturday 15th July 2006 There were three areas that we investigated over the night, none of which are open to the general public and have not been investigated before by any other paranormal society. |
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| The Investigation Report Part One - The Prince William Barracks The team had also visited this area the week before (8th July ’06) on a private investigation and had captured two great photographs (one from this building and another from The Old Guard House): which will be submitted with this report. This week we decided that we would conduct a circle as the energy seemed more prolific due to less people on site. John Loudwell (site Manager) kept reporting to smell 'bacon' no other person in the room could smell that odour, yet John insisted this smell kept coming and going. Pete (Medium) was doing the filming for the night and as he panned the room where we were working he homed in on the corridor leading to the room. Pete started to walk backwards as he filmed and said that he could sense five soldiers marching up the corridor towards us, the temperature began to drop yet their presence was not detected within the room itself. Both Adam and I said that breathing felt difficult, it seemed as if there was not enough oxygen in the room. I then felt my own Sprit being pulled back, it was at this point Adam asked if I were alright. He said that I didn’t feel right and that my hand was limp (and I did feel lifeless). I had felt a strong presence of an energy step behind me; 'he' took hold of my jacket (back collar area) and I felt as if he were trying to lift me up and escort me out! A pressure then began to build around my face and it felt as if it were changing. I asked Pete to zoom in on my face to see if the Spirit was trying to transfigure his features over mine. The energy was building up further still and I felt as if my face was no longer my own. Pete said that my features began to change, he could clearly see a moustache form, He said that it was thick and dark in colour and that I had very dark hair with long sideburns, but not long enough to meet with the moustache. This energy then pulled back and I was soon taken over by a separate energy trying to do the same thing. My right eye felt very bulbous, swollen and after a few seconds I felt my right eye began to close up. I then felt my lips expand, they felt twice the size they should have been and I felt two deep splits on my lips: one top right hand side and the other bottom left hand side of lips. I then felt terribly dizzy and dazed as if I were going to pass out, I felt disoriented and almost pain free…sounds strange I know! It was then that information came forward. "I was attacked by three officers, they beat me. I then had a severe blow to the back of my head whilst standing, that’s what took me over". Adam could also sense the feeling of being disoriented (he was picking up the residual energy) and that this solider was wearing a green uniform. No name was given yet he asked for help. I sent this man on to the world of Spirit immediately as we felt he had suffered long enough. Whilst this was being filmed Pete said that he could see everything and that it was 'crystal clear', I had enquired if he had captured my facial changes; You can hear me talking of how I felt, you can hear me asking Pete if had captured the images super-imposed over my face, you can hear Pete saying "Crystal clear"! However on reviewing this disc the next day (we were all eager to see the transfiguration) everyone within this circle whilst this work was being carried out are visible, except me. It is impossible to see me, I have been totally blacked out, it was as if the 'night shot' was off! From here we had other Spirit step forward to give evidence that they were with us by rocking individuals backwards and forwards. We all heard on a couple of occasions, footsteps in the room we were working and in the adjacent corridor. John stated that he suddenly felt very uneasy and we all agreed that the feelings with in the room had altered. I began to feel very heavy, as if someone has strapped lead to the back of my body. The lower part of my legs went ice cold and the sense of a male energy with leprosy behind me was over whelming. Sandra (John’s wife) commented that The Plague was rife in the Medway area during the 1600’s. The desire to laugh (for no apparent reason) was over whelming, it was followed by stomach cramps and the feeling of suffocation. In other areas of The Prince William Barracks footsteps were heard simultaneously by the team on a number of occasions. Temperature drops were felt (although welcome as it was a hot night!) and the cam would go out of focus for no apparent reason (normally when Mediums detected Spirit passing by). In one of the tunnels a G.W was written in the dirt by way of automatic writing when both Pete and Shannon (my daughter) held a long nail they had found. Pete held the nail and Shannon placed her hand on top of Pete’s hand. Pete asked the Spirit that was with them to write his name in the soil. Only the initials were given, yet this man had introduced himself in another building visited that night. See report on 'Capinaire' It was in this tunnel, whilst I and Sandra were working, that I felt my legs go cold and pressure build up around my right leg (I was standing up at the time leaning against a wall). My right leg began to turn; it started with just the ankle, but soon my whole leg had been twisted to such an extent that I had to lean over to stop myself from falling over. The twisting of the leg continued and it became very painful due to leg being moved at an angle not normal! I asked the Spirit responsible to back off as he was hurting me. The right leg was twisted no longer but my left ankle soon had Spirits attention and it too began to be turned, it took some time for me to be able to get back to a standing position due to both ankles and right leg being fairly painful to move. Sandra (standing opposite me) was holding a large box style torch and reported that this was moving on its own accord. The torch was being swayed and Sandra said that it felt as if someone were trying to take the torch off her. Whilst the movement of the torch was detected Sandra was standing perfectly still. A coffee break was taken (as well as a sandwich) before we went to building two.   Part Two - The Capinaire A long walk through overgrown scrub land and nettles was the only way to get to the Capinaire, but what a fantastic building, the energy levels within these walls were very high. The first part of our time in this building was spent walking about, soaking up the atmosphere and tuning in to see if any information would come through with out having to ‘try’. On occasions shadows were seen out the corner of your eyes, yet low and behold nothing was there when you looked to double check. The atmosphere was totally different from any of the other buildings we had, up until that time, visited whilst on the Fort Amherst grounds. Shannon (my daughter) didn’t like this place and felt very edgy, this wasn’t because of any low entities, it was due to such a high level of Spirit energy that filled the rooms and corridors. At the top of a curving stone staircase (that lead to a dead end due to the tunnel being blocked off) we came across a male energy that stood by the blocked archway. It was here that we decided to stop and work in the hope that some form of evidence could be given. The time spent waiting for evidence was not long: my right arm felt extremely heavy which was accompanied by sharp pains on the left side of my neck and my head felt as if a ten ton weight had been placed on top of it. In front of me stood a male energy, he felt a good man and one that was brave. I was given the name of Thomas (no surname). I was told by my guide (sym) that Thomas had saved many lives and had helped many others out. This information was not given via Thomas himself as he was not one to blow his own trumpet. Pete got a link with a male energy who gave his name as Staff Sergeant Graeme Williams. He stood approximately 5'10' in height with very dark hair that had silver flecks to the sides. This gentleman also had a Moustache and long thick sideburns. His cheeks were sunken (although this was not due to ill health just his build). Graeme presented himself wearing a dark blue/black uniform jacket with a short stand up collar; there were silver badges either side, which Pete is as sure as he can be, were Thistles. Staff Sergeant Williams was in a state of panic…why we have no idea as he then pulled his energy back. At the time this information was being gathered by Pete I was feeling extremely giddy and had so much pressure on my head it made me feel unwell, I think these were associated with Graeme? - The G.S that was achieved via automatic writing whilst in the Barracks (see report one) we feel are the initials for Graeme Williams himself. Between Pete and I we picked up (by residual energy) that both an Irish and a Highland Regiment would have served here at one time. Adam picked up on a heavy footed man approaching the area we were working, John said that he also felt someone was walking about and ‘keeping an eye on him’, however this man did not present himself. Shannon had a bit of a scream when she felt 'someone who wasn’t there' touch her hand!!  Part Three - The Guard House It was nigh on dawn by the time we reached The Guard House and we found that the levels of energy here nearly non existent. Pete and Shannon worked together in one of the small rooms within this complex and a young boy came through to give Shannon a private on site lesson by presenting himself to her. (Shannon has always been very sensitive to Spirit…unlike her brother who finds it interesting but scared witless!!!!). Pete was able to see the boy who came through and gave confirmation for what Shannon was getting and gave her direction on what to look for, here is the information that Shannon received: - I can see a boy who’s not quite as tall as me (Shannon stands). He’s 14 years old and has short brown "Fluffy" hair. He’s telling me his name is Peter David. Pete said that this information was correct but was also given this additional information. Peter Davis has/had no connection with the Fort itself, but had come just to help Shannon develop. This lad passed over in the early 1950’s, possibly from whooping cough. The last half an hour was spent in circle, yet evidence given was sparse. The usual arm movement and being pulled to the ground were evident alongside a feeling of pins being stuck in to the back of legs. A part from that not much else. We did manage to secure some great photographs, some that even opened our eyes a little wider than normal: An unusual light form and orbs that seem to contain either a decorative link design or the letters 2007 9...we’ll let you decide which? - To rule out either white paint or another mark on the wall where the light formation was captured I asked John Loudwell to go back there a couple of days later to retake a photograph for me. John knew which building and the exact place the original photo was taken (he was with us at the time & knows the Fort like the back of his hand); he then sent a second photograph that I had requested on to me. There are no such markings present. John said that this light form was where there had once been a second floor, which had since been burned down many years ago. John also said that the only way to reach this area was via a long ladder, he said he didn’t recall any such marks being there but was happy to send this evidence so I could see for myself. I have included this 'empty' photo so you too can see. Donna    |
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