Deborah Hatswell

DEBORAH LILITH HATSWELL is a phenomenonist, writer, podcaster, Investigator and the founding member of the Being Believed Research and Investigations group. Deborah is the UK’s leading expert on the British Bigfoot and Dogman phenomenon and she has taken or researched over 3000 personal witness reports from all across the globe. Deborah is based in Lancashire and has formed a team of volunteer investigators researching the many witness reports that are reported each week to BBR.

Deborah is a witness herself to an impossible creature that she saw in 1982: “It took 30 years for me to find an official body that would take myself and my experience seriously. During those years, I found thousands of people in a similar position. Their experiences were with Reptilian or Cryptid Creatures, Alien Beings and Shadow People, Invisible Entities and all manner of Dimensional Entities. Many of the witnesses are abductees who have had a lifetime of interaction. Some families have had to deal with phenomena for generations. There are cattle mutilations and missing people all across the UK.”

Deborah set up BBR to help those people find somewhere they could report their experiences to and encourages them to investigate the cases and theories for themselves.

Now it is time to bring all of the so-called ‘alternative subjects’ under the same roof and let’s share our knowledge bases in the hopes of answering some of the still unanswered questions...

TIME IS JUST A HUMAN MADE CONCEPT AND REALLY IT DOESN’T RUN LIKE WE THINK! - WITNESS REPORT, KELLY SHAW:

“Hi Debs, I am a regular listener to your show and I like to hear the experiences people send into you. We chatted recently about the strange coincidence between the area of your sighting and the report of the strange white being at Wythenshawe hall. I am researching as much as I can on the case online for you and I will be in touch as soon as I have new information. I have included some experiences that I had some years ago.

I lived in Manchester when this event happened, on an ordinary estate. This experience took place in 2002. It was the hottest of July days and we had reached 94f that day and by the night time it had only cooled off a little, to around 84f. I couldn’t sleep that night and although I had work at 9am the next morning I was still up around 2am. I went upstairs and opened the bedroom window but it made no difference, there was no air moving.

I lay on top of the covers in some light night clothes and no matter how hard I tried I could not settle down to sleep. I tossed and turned until around 4am, then I gave up and started to read a book hoping that would help me drift off to sleep. Around 4am I heard a clopping sound! Clip Clop, Clip Clop! I wanted to know who was out on a horse at this time in the morning, so I got up and looked outside my window. It was daylight by now and I had a clear view of a figure of a woman, I could not see her clearly due to the hedges but I could tell she was female. She must be the one responsible for the clip clop noise, I decided she must have been wearing heels and that was what I was hearing.

It was a Tuesday morning which seemed a strange time to be out dressed in heels and she also had a warm winter jacket with a hood, the hood was pulled tight, even in all this heat? I ducked inside so she wouldn’t see me as she passed my home. Her clothing was really strange and I realised she also had on warm trousers and what looked like hobnailed boots. It was these boots that made the clip clop sound. Her jacket had the old duffle jacket toggles and looked very old fashioned.

I stood where she could not see me and I thought why would you be out on the hottest day of the year in mid winter clothing and footwear? As she neared my window I could see her side on, her hood was up and she was looking down as she walked. And then she stopped abruptly. She turned and looked directly up at me. I stepped backwards shocked, how did she know I was there? I saw her pale alabaster face, and she had dark eyes and a thin mouth. Everything about her was off kilter to me and the hairs on my neck stood up. I suddenly thought ‘why am I hiding?’ She is the one who is weird. I marched back to the window and she was gone.

How had she vanished? I would have heard her running away. I had heard her approaching for long enough. She was nowhere to be seen. I knew all my neighbours and she was not one of them. All of our homes had cast iron gates and you could hear them clang when people came through. I presumed she

had somehow silently got into the garden and hid. I waited for her until about 5.30 am, but she didn’t appear and I never saw her again. I wondered if she had a skin condition and that was why she was bundled up.

As I watched from the window hoping to see her. I saw two cats walk from both sides of the street. They met at the spot the woman had been standing when she was looking up at me. I found that weird as not only do cats not normally greet each other so well in the street they were not cats I could recognise. You get used to your neighbours’ cats. I slammed that window shut, even in the heat. I had visions of her flying into the window at me. I never slept a wink that night. I had to go to work the next day. I did tell a few people but they never believed me.

My second true story was a time slip. I never knew what that meant until seeing a YouTube video on the subject. In 1990 I was 18 and living in Manchester. My father who was 61 at the time was driving the car, I was the passenger. This was in Burnage, south Manchester. There was an old barber’s shop run by a man the locals called chop off Charlie. He had dropped dead month’s earlier and his decrepit shop was closed. It had a rusty old grill, which covered the window. It was more like a metal fence so you could see through to the shop inside. That is, if it wasn’t still filled with old bags for sale and umbrellas. They were nicotine stained and they filled the window top to bottom. Not this night though.

The shop had been sold and the rusty grill was gone along with the crappy bags and umbrellas. Instead there was a new bay window and the single light bulb inside was replaced with a fluorescent tube light. Two men were decorating and it looked great. My dad had his eyes on the road, so I said, ‘Dad, you can get your haircut soon, as the barber’s has been bought.’ ‘Great,’ he replied.

Driving me home the next night, I’m reading the evening news and we get stuck in traffic outside the barber’s. My dad nudges me and points at the shop and says, ‘I thought you said, it had been bought?’ I turned and looked and it was still for sale? The new decoration, the bay window and the new lights were gone. The old rusty grills were still in place and the nicotined bags and umbrellas were still blocking the window. I couldn’t understand it. Even the old window frame was back and rotting. I said, ‘it was being renovated yesterday.’ Sure, he replied. Three months later it was bought and a month after that, it looked exactly how I saw it that night. That’s why I think time is just a human made concept and really it doesn’t run like we think, it’s more like layers.”

- Kelly

...Until next time, Deborah

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