We’ve always believed, ALWAYS that a checkout operator in a supermarket, a delivery driver, a shop worker, anyone and everyone from any walk of life, can experience paranormal activity and witness paranormal activity without a need for rigid baseline experiments, tests and strict settings and guidelines. We will feature more of these in the future but what is sometime refreshing is the back story to their experience(s), the background and their development and their journey that they find themselves on.
Ann Morris:
My Paranormal Journey THE ‘ANN’ VENTURE BEGINS Never would I have expected that an impromptu outing on a dull May day in 2017 would change my life. But tacky as it sounds, it really did. After my first trip to a very special location, so began a series of experiences connected to and interwoven with all things paranormal, generated by this chance introduction to a place so unique that I dread to think who what or where I’d be without it. My adventures that were initiated that day have led me amongst other places, to explore the chilling empty corridors of a German concentration camp. I have meandered through the damp dark bunkers and tunnels of Normandy and have become stuck at the bottom of an almost vertical slope at the entrance to a Nazi tunnel on the Greek island of Kefalonia. In 2019 I turned over in bed to discover that the pillows next to me were now missing despite the fact I had only just turned over and not yet gone to sleep, to find them…. where? Stacked up neatly around the corner of the room by the closed door. Our Henry Hoover lifted a foot off the floor and gently set itself back down again, I have watched a Bluetooth speaker dance deliberately and slowly on the bedside table. Shortly after this, I heard and felt the heavy air-con unit slam into the wall at 2am, and returned to my living room to find my loose change that was lying on the coffee table, standing proudly up on their spines. I have had two painful scratches, one like a dual cat scratch on the arm, and the other, well… let us just say it emanated from a very personal place. It bled so profusely that on removing my undergarments, it ripped the dried blood off like a gory plaster. I saw two three-inchlong gauges coming from an area that I promise you I had not touched let alone scratched! I am not a contortionist. This experience occurred during a visit to my favourite haunted location in 2019. What do all these things have in common? They have all happened because of what I get up to in my spare time.
What began initially as a hobby, a succession of expensive weekend jaunts out on location in the dark with lots of strangers who for the most part all dressed in black, soon changed. The group hunts are a wonderful introduction to methods and theories behind modern ghost hunting, but I felt that I more interested in the antisocial aspect of investigating that to my mind, produced the best results without the need of psychic abilities or fancy equipment. I have neither. Of course, the ‘newbie’ ghost hunter and sceptic alike, all want the full-on experiences on tap, otherwise they are disappointed.
Gather fifty curious folk together for £50 a head, and of course, they will probably want the full-on shadow figure or to be levitated to the ceiling! Chances are they will experience nothing like, although of course it is not out of the question. But with my newfound interest, I could virtually guarantee success EVERY time. So, bit by bit I dropped out of the group work and look on. The board experiments and séance-style activities, and I instead looked forward to the hour or two of free time at the end of the night. To be allowed to wander at leisure around historic locations in the early hours of the morning is a privilege, and not something that many people get to experience.
HAUNTED MAGAZINE
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