A QUESTION THAT ghost researchers often are confronted with concerns the fact that ghosts are most often seen wearing clothes. It is also a question that skeptics raise to support their argument that ghosts are figments of the imagination. But it’s a perfectly legitimate question. If ghosts are human spirit energy, why do their manifestations include the manufactured convention of clothing? After all, clothes are not part of our bodies, our spirits or our “souls”.

Or are they? I posed this question to a number of respected paranormal researchers.

TROY TAYLOR
American Ghost Society

Why do ghosts need clothes? No one really seems to know, but it’s possible that in most cases, ghosts seen wearing clothing are simply “residual” images – imprints or memories that linger on the atmosphere of a place like a recording.


A ghost of this sort would have no “personality” and is simply like an old movie that just keeps playing.

But what about ghosts that are not merely imprints? What about those which are true, traditional spirits who died and stayed behind? Many researchers feel that ghosts are made up of electromagnetic energy. This energy, inside of the body, forms what we call our spirit, soul or personality. Now, science cannot prove this energy or personality actually exists, yet we know it does. If it can exist inside of our bodies, then why can’t it exist outside of the body, once the body itself stops functioning? It’s possible that it does and that this electromagnetic energy contains our personality and is what we think of as our spirit.

It has been shown through scientific experiments that exposure to high levels of electromagnetic energy can cause people to have vivid dreams, nightmares and even hallucinations. In other words, people are seeing things as a result of exposure to this energy. If spirits have any sort of control over the energy they are now comprised of (or even if their personalities are somehow manifested in the energy), then I would think it possible for the witness to see the spirit as the spirit sees itself. If the personality really does remain, the spirit would visualize itself as it was when alive, appearing as a living person and wearing clothing.

This could be a totally unconscious effect of the energy on the living person, or it could be a manipulation on the part of the spirit itself, perhaps causing the person to see what it wants them to. To understand this, I suggest that you close your eyes for a moment and then visualize yourself in your mind. How do you appear to yourself? Most likely, you were wearing clothing in your imagination. With the idea that a ghost appears looking in the same way that he sees himself, this might explain why so many ghosts that are seen are not only wearing clothing.

RICHARD AND DEBBIE SENATE
www.ghost-stalker.com

Ghosts and the clothes they wear have long been a snickering question. It’s a sort of “gotcha” question debunkers use, and it tells more about the way ghosts are interpreted than anything about them. Ghosts appear as wearing cloths because that's how they appear to us. In our era, clothes are part of what we are. They are part of how we see ourselves and this mental image is the one projected and picked up. In fact, clothes can many times give us information about who the ghosts are and what lives they had. There are some reports of nude ghosts, but they are few and far between. Ghosts tend to be seen in the garments they are buried wearing. In many ways the clothing helps us to indentify who they are.

JEFF BELANGER
Founder of Ghostvillage.com and author of The Ghost Files

In many cases, a ghost is a projection of a person. Whether that projection is coming from our own heads, some intelligent energy swarming all around us, or imprinted on the location itself, I don't know. Consider this: If you were to picture yourself somewhere, it's likely you would envision yourself wearing clothes, looking comfortable, yet presentable, and maybe you'd even drop a few pounds in your "projection" (hey, it's cheaper than liposuction, so have at it).

Very few people would picture themselves naked (though there's usually one exhibitionist in every crowd). If you could project any image of yourself that you like, maybe you'd project yourself bleeding from the gunshot would you sustained in your last moments of life in order to make a point to whoever receives that projection. The apparition is always a representation of something/someone else. It's not an entity unto itself; otherwise it wouldn't be so fleeting.

STACEY JONES
Central New York Ghost Hunters

I believe that ghosts can show themselves in whatever form they want. If a spirit were more comfortable at a certain age, they may show themselves at that time. I'm not too familiar with any person who is comfortable showing themselves in the nude, therefore they wouldn't want to show themselves au natural in ghost from.

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These are all very good points. If ghosts are manifestations of the energy of human consciousness, then that consciousness would include clothing since, as stated by others above, that is how we think of ourselves. Or as esoteric author Richelle Hawks put it, considering that humans are far more than just their bodies: Why wouldn’t they be wearing clothes?

The body of the popular Italian saint, Padre Pio, is to go on display in a glass coffin in southern Italy.

Padre Pio was said to have had stigmata, or bleeding wounds of Jesus, on his hands and feet.

His body was exhumed in March on the 40th anniversary of his death. He was canonised by Pope John Paul II in 2002.

More than a million people are expected this year to see his body, which is said to be well-preserved. But there is reportedly no sign of the stigmata.

Already, more than 700,000 people have registered to view Padre Pio's body, and more are expected to make the pilgrimage to the Capuchin friary in San Giovanni Rotondo where he will be displayed.

Sceptics

Padre Pio had a large following both before and after his death as a result of the stigmata he was reputed to have.

Taken from the BBC Website



How Padre Pio became an icon


Some of his believers also say he could foretell the future, as well as know people's sins before they had confessed.

Some viewed him as a fraud, however, and for many years the Vatican itself was sceptical and banned him from celebrating Mass in public.

One Italian historian wrote last year that he may have used carbolic acid to produce his wounds.

Despite this, his popularity grew in Italy and abroad and Padre Pio became something of a cult figure.

Before his death, the Roman Catholic Church said it was convinced the monk's claims were not false.

The monks who exhumed his body in March said it was in "surprisingly good condition," despite no special measures having been taken to preserve it when he was buried in 1968.

"We could clearly make out the beard. The top part of the skull is partly skeletal but the chin is perfect and the rest of the body is well preserved. The knees, hands and nails all clearly visible," said Archbishop Domenico D'Ambrosio, who led the service to exhume the body.

Since then it has been treated by a mortician to make the face more recognisable.

Sightings of cloaked ladies, freezing rooms in warm weather, and someone touching you, are just some of the spooky stories suggesting a supernatural presence in Amersham Old Town.
Bar staff at the 15th century Boot and Slipper pub in Rickmansworth Road, Amersham, are convinced a resident ghost brushes past them, mutters to itself and puts its hand on their shoulders.

Bar assistant Simon Kemp said: "Staff are too scared to go down to the cellar as there has been times when they feel something brush past and one guy felt a hand on his shoulder."

Such experiences appear to be happening on a regular basis in the Old Town.

Chris Hanscomb, the manager at the 500-year-old Chequers pub, in London Road West, Amersham, said he heard rumours about a ghost in his pub.

He said: "I haven't actually seen anything yet but I have woken up one evening when it was absolutely freezing in the room but warm outside. People have said they have seen it, I'm not sure what I would do. I'd probably order it a drink."

Landlady Sylvia Shippey is adamant the Elephant and Castle in Amersham Old Town is haunted. She said she had just moved to Amersham after living at the Queens Head in Chesham for 21 years, where she used to hear footsteps.

She said: "We had a sighting of the ghost before Christmas, my son saw it. He saw someone upstairs in the flat. The neighbour has seen it in her kitchen twice. The woman glides in top to toe in black, and must walk through the walls in to her kitchen."

Sylvia believes it's a saucy ex-publican as previous barmaids have complained of their bottoms being pinched down the cellar. She added: "We reckon it could be a lesbian ghost."

The barmaid at the pub, Michelle Rogers, said she was startled when she felt her bottom pinched but saw no-one around her.

She said: "I went down in to the cellar to get some drinks and then I felt my bottom being pinched. I had heard stories about it before I came to work here and I just dropped the bottles and ran out. I was a bit shocked."

Ghost expert Ciaran O'Keeffe, who was called in last year to search for the spirit of Henry VIII's fifth wife Catherine Howard at Hampton Court Palace, is well aware of Amersham's ghostly reputation.

He said: "The Chequers is reported to be haunted by a white hooded figure and there has been reports of cold spots and doors opening. A medium has investigated and said the ghost was called 'Auden' and he was around in the early 1500s before the pub was built.

"People used to be locked up there before they were taken to the Martyrs in Amersham to be burnt on the stake."

He added: "There are a lot of ghosts in Bucks. There are lots of villages and old houses, which still exist. A lot of ghost sightings occur, it could sometimes be that they think they have seen something because it is old and from the stories that surround it."

Housekeeper Margaret Wingrove, has worked at the Crown Hotel, Amersham, for three years. She said the hotel has five ghosts and gained another two when an extension was built.

She said: "I don't like all of them. One of the new ones shouts "Get out now" almost through the wall. The feeling is mutual, I just run.

"In room 16 we have an old Victorian housekeeper. She tucks young men into their beds.

"You get men at three in the morning running down the stairs. It is quite funny. She only appears around Eastertime, it is probably because most hotels are seasonal."

"I live in Penn Street and we have our own collection of ghosts and I can see and hear them. I have seen them since the age of five. Most children collected pets - I collected ghosts."

Mr O'Keeffe said that the Crown Hotel used to house the rich and famous like Dirk Bogarde and Oliver Cromwell, and people who stayed in the oldest bedrooms would wake up suddenly with an electric shock passing through them.

The winter was a long and hard one in the Britain of 1970, before the days of global warming, January would signify cold weather right across the country.

Early one morning I had cleared a patch of snow in my tiny garden to put down food for the wildlife, an urgent knocking on my door showed and anxious looking old lady with a tiny Yorkshire terrier held tightly within her coat, and demanding to see the Exorcist.

Inviting her into the warm, and asking her over a welcome hot cup of tea for her story, she began to pour out a most curious tale.. Her son was a parish gravedigger, these are a special breed of men, who are often shunned for the work they do, yet their knowledge of the outdoors, the changing seasons and who lives below ground in their graveyards, can be priceless to ghost hunters.

The old lady told me that the little churchyard, where her son worked had sold off a part of the large old graveyard for a road widening scheme and for a small housing development.

As the old defunct gravestones were cleared away, he had brought a load home and laid them down as her garden path, and on a visit there sure enough, you could read all the names of the long deceased all down the garden path to her washing line, the trouble was when you move these things about, you can disturb the dead, and they were expressing their anger in very strange ways.

Since the laying of the pathway with the now obsolete gravestones, she would hear strange noises, things would get moved and Trixie the Yorkshire terrier would just sit barking in the garden at nothing, and be very unsettled at night.

Now old people who live alone can report all these things, and they are actually more normal than paranormal, but in this instance I felt some examination was necessary, and was glad I did, because there were indeed memory traces and psychic residues from some long dead personalities, who were unhappy to have been disturbed, both in the garden and now in the home. The first thing was to call out a list of the names on the stones in prayer, consecrate the new ground for the stones, and to call for Gods blessings.

This used to be called "a holding at bay ceremony" Electrical problems have been documented in psychic movement right back to the complete system failures in Cairo at the death of Lord Caernarvon, but here were some baffling phenomena such as lights coming on and off all through the night, Music coming from the player, the heating packing up, the doorbell ringing when no one was there, odd noises downstairs at night and her reading glasses going missing and being found all over the house, when she sat alone Trixie would be right at her feet in "protective mode".

She said this was all driving her potty.

The next door neighbour's said she was batty anyway, so it was difficult to assess how much was genuine, but I believe the general thrust of what she said, and asked if I could bring in a few spiritual colleagues in what is called a "rescue circle" and round up these lost souls and help them to their proper place, this is expert work and must not be attempted without expert training.

But in the meantime however she went to the church and told the Vicar there about the ghostly goings on, and he was furious she had sought help from someone outside the church.

In the old days people who thought for themselves were murdered by the Christian hierarchy, and even today freelance exorcists were not seen in a pleasant light, But the need for them has only been because of Church attitude that only regular church goers can get church help or use church facilities.

The Vicar was not very knowledgeable or helpful and kept insisting that
"This would not have happened if she had kept up her regular church going and bible reading class" but did pray with her in the house.

Over the coming weeks the strange phenomena did die down,
And Trixie the terrier went back to sleeping in her basket, but I am convinced the situation existed which could have got a lot worse, with the souls of the dead getting increasingly angry.

Flash photographs taken at night show several streaks and shapes which could possibly be spirit, and I accept this is open to interpretation. But for me there really were a lot of dead people in that house, who I am pleased to say are now back at rest, and so is Trixie the hero of this tale,

On March 17, 1952, the window of a trolley car in Philadelphia shattered for no apparent reason.

In Great Britain in May of 1952, something shattered the windshield of a car driven by a girl applying for her driver's license, on the Scunthorpe-Doncaster road in Linconshire England. No pellet or anything else was ever found that could have caused the damage.

On that same English road on May 5, the windshield of a truck was suddenly shattered. No pellet, stone, or culprit was discovered.

On the next day, a window exploded on a schoolbus filled with children on that same road. Fortunately, none of the children were injured.

On May 9, 1952, on a road between Esher and Cobham in Surrey, a motorist named Eric Sykes had his windshield shattered.

Journalists quoted police officials as saying: "There have been about 20 incidents of this kind along here in the last 18 months, and we are completely mystified."

One of the greatest enigmas inherent in exploring the boundaries of Shadow World is confronting the very real possibility that dwellers from other dimensions have found a way to enter our world and to create temporary portals in our Space-Time continuum. The motives of such dimension-hoppers are difficult to assess. Are they our guardian angels come to subtly guide and direct us? Are they our "devils" come to harass and confuse us? Or are they actually quite indifferent to our eventual fate and merely come over from time to time to check up on our intellectual progress?

On some occasions, it appears, some of their number may behave toward us rather like mischievous, nasty boys hurling rocks at frogs in a pond or stones through the windows of old deserted houses. Only these pranksters chose to shatter perfectly good windows on automobiles, homes, and places of business. And, on too many occasions, they take potshots at humans.

On June 6, 1952, a Pittsburgh woman was wounded in the hip as she held the ladder for her husband while he tightened a shutter on the second story of their home. Her injury was attributed to a "spent bullet," but there was no indication of whether or not a pellet was found in her hip or who had fired the "spent bullet.”

A "stray bullet" was held responsible for wounding a seven-year-old boy in Swissvale, Pennsylvania on June 20. Again, the official account neglected to mention whether or not that "stray bullet" had been found.

Five miles from Newbury in the Berkshires, a motorist reported having his windshield pierced by a bullet on June 12. Police there said that they, too, had had other reports of shots being fired at motorists on that stretch of road. No one, however, had ever found any evidence of the phantom marksmen, not even a spent bullet in some motorist's seat cushion.

Back on the Portsmouth Road between Esher and Cobham, one incident mentioned a hole that had penetrated the automobile's metal door. Still no pellet could be found, and official statistics showed that twenty-two windshields had been shattered on that road within the past fifteen months.

The next day after the release of those statistics, a motorist reported that he had just become the owner of windshield number twenty-three. A feature story in the Evening News claimed that their statistics indicated a more accurate total of thirty windshields shattered on the haunted road.

By September, the phantom marksmen had decided to seek new shooting galleries in the United States. By Thursday of the week of September 22, 1952, fifty businessmen in the city of Kokomo, Indiana, had complained that someone was shooting holes in their plate glass windows.

Captain of Detectives C.C. Unger had found that the mysterious perforations were all similar--a small opening through the glass, too small to have come from a B-B shot or an air gun pellet, with a crater smashed on the inside of the glass at the point of impact. The damaged area was about the size of a quarter, and was at eye level or a bit above. It was apparent to the police ballistics experts that the holes had all been made by the same type of missile, but there was not a spent pellet to be found in any of the business places.

Captain Unger ordered extensive tests with all types of air rifles in an attempt to come up with the particular kind of gun that might be responsible for the damage to the downtown business district. With dismay the police investigator learned that no make of rifle available to the crime lab had caused the holes.

Police Chief Don Scott issued a front page appeal in the Kokomo Tribune, beseeching anyone who might have any knowledge pertaining to the steadily rising damage to the business district to step forward and declare himself.

No member of the citizenry came forward to perform his civic duty. Everyone was as baffled by the mystery holes as were the police.

Captain Unger grew increasingly frustrated. It seemed impossible that a phantom marksman could travel over central Kokomo shooting out windows over a sixty-block area without being seen by someone. Furthermore, it seemed equally impossible to accomplish the shattering of all those windows without leaving at least one pellet somewhere on the inside of the glass.

To complicate the case, the phantom rifleman paid a brief visit to Peru, Indiana, a city some twenty-one miles north of Kokomo during that same week in September. Apparently the invisible sharpshooter had found targets more to his liking in Kokomo, for he had only picked off six windows in Peru.

Then the mysterious sniping stopped altogether, with no official any closer to a workable theory than one put forward by a British magazine that a ghost fond of firing his dueling pistols had been responsible for the "bullet holes” in the windshields on that afflicted road in England.

If the phantom marksmen really were interdimensional beings out for a bit of tasteless sport at Earthlings' expense, they must have wearied of the game until April of 1954. This time, the windows in Bellingham, Washington"seemed to be the most inviting.

In one week, the newspapers reported that an unidentified "someone" had cracked more than 1,500 windshields.

Life magazine carried an account of the Bellingham windshield seige in its April 2, 1954 issue: "With ghastly regularity the tiny pellets flew through the air and glass cracked, sometimes as cars were in motion," recounted Life. "But drivers failed to see how the deed was done. The phantom respected no one. Jagged, ugly scars appeared in the windshields of police cars. Angry businessmen stalked one another, but glass kept breaking."

Once again, in spite of numerous theories, no one found a single pellet on the inside of the splintered glass.

On April 15, the perforating pranksters aimed their sights at the city of Seattle. The Seattle Daily Times carried a front page story lambasting the "windshield peppering hoodlums" who had cracked hundreds of windows in one night. Police Chief H.J. Lawrence was quoted as stating that he had called a conference of police officials in a cooperative effort to stem the situation that had spread from Bellingham to Seattle and other communities to the north.

"It would take 200 people to do the damage being done in Seattle,” he said. "It seems a physical impossibility for any group to have done this damage. It would take a carload of whatever material is being used to do the damage already inflicted in Seattle."

Chief Lawrence and his busy officers were as unable to duplicate the perforations in their ballistics department as had any of the other beleaguered police across the nation. Nor did any of his men find a single B-B or pellet.

On April 17, three counties in Northern Ohio were struck by the invisible marauders.

Then the phantom marksmen seemed to go on a real rampage--reports of suddenly shattered glass came from Los Angeles, Chicago, Kentucky, Cleveland, New England, and a dozen cities in Canada.

At last, in Portland, Oregon, someone saw something -- tiny. round, blackish pellets about one thirty-second of an inch in diameter. One woman claimed that she saw some hit a windshield of an automobile and eat right through it in a kind of "bubbling action."

A newspaper reporter in Cleveland, Robert Cubbedge, did not claim to have seen any pellets, but he did serve as eye-witness to craters appearing on ninety windshields in a used car lot.

Cubbedge described the phenomenon as "some kind of transformation talking place" while he watched. He wrote that there was no gravel, sand, or pellets falling on the clean windshields, but he stated firmly that he had "... watched the mysterious something that pockmarks automobile windshields develop before my eyes."

In King County, Washington, two sheriff’s deputies watched the same thing happening to truckdriver Robert M. Noble's windshield. When they went back to their patrol car to radio in their report, they found that their own windshield had been pitted.

Mr. and Mrs. Gary May of Port Weller, Canada, were sitting in the family car when they heard sharp pinging sounds on their windshield. Mrs. May put her hand out. side and quickly withdrew it, with a sharp, stinging pain in her right thumb. She was later treated for a small, burn-like welt.

A man in Binghamton, New York, was also struck by one of the hot, invisible pellets and was treated for a small flesh wound on his arm.

Manuel Careaga, a well-known attorney and realtor of Ensenada, British Columbia, heard a thud against the rear window of his car. When he stopped to investigate, he found no pellet of any kind, but as he watched, his rear window “melted like snow."

Sooner or later, people always demand that their experts and authorities announce a solution to such a mystery--especially when the enigma is a costly one. By the same token, experts and authorities usually feel compelled to provide the citizenry with comfortable and logical explanations for all mysteries--regardless of whether or not the explanations may suit the facts.

The Pittsburgh Plate Glass Company attributed all the handiwork of the phantom marksmen to pitting caused by flying sand, gravel, or the chemicals used to de-ice highways.

From Great Britain came word that the more than one hundred windshields that had eventually been shattered on the stretch of highway between Esher and Cobham had all been caused by one or more of five contributing factors: stress caused by ill-fitting glass; frame distortion; vibrations from unequal road surface; changes of temperature; sound waves from the exhausts of passing vehicles.

The phantom marksmen went laughing back into their own dimension, once again chortling about what fools those mortals can be. They lay quiet until August of 1961 when they paid an evening's visit to Springfield, Massachusetts, and shattered the rear windows of one hundred randomly selected automobiles.

That seems to have been the end of that particular perverse pastime, however. After all, a fun thing like smashing glass can become boring after so long--even for phantoms from another dimension.

Hi Guys,

Just to let you know i have just managed to confirm another extra special interview for issue 11 of HGC News.

Living TV's David Wells has agreed to do an interview for us. So make sure you ready for it, i've got a feeling it's going be a good one.

Let me know your thoughts on this.

If you wish to subscribe to HGC News please e-mail me through hgcnews@yahoo.com with the word "newsletter" in the subject.

Regards,

Matt

16:53 - 22 April 2008



A Cheddar Valley village and a community of friends and spiritualists were left saddened today (Tuesday) when news broke of a popular character's death.A life-changing experience 25 years ago put Blackford resident Bill Harrison on the path towards faith healing after he heard a voice speak to him from the other side.

But the former fireman ignored the call for about 10 years before ending his 23-year-career and joining the World Federation of Healers.

This led to him establishing an international reputation through both his travels and his popular healing weekend events at his Hozzard Lane home near Wedmore.



But on Monday afternoon police rushed to his home at 4.30pm where his body was found hanged.

Police are not treating Mr Harrison's death as suspicious and Somerset West coroner Michael Rose is awaiting postmortem results to see if an inquest will be opened.

Article from www.thisissomerset.co.uk

The healer is survived by two sons and their families.

"Recently I started watching Ghost Hunters and Paranormal State," says Cynthia Wantanabe. "I became intrigued with the EVPs they made, so I decided to try one of my own. My father passed away last April 4, 2007 and both my sister and I still are depressed or unsettled with it. So I tried to contact him. One thing that bothered me the most after his passing -- and something I would constantly say to my husband or cousin -- is that I would never get to feel him hug me again or hear him say, 'I love you.' That bothered me a lot. In this recording, you hear me say, '...and I miss you.' Then you hear my little son say, 'Ok' ... then my father. He's saying, 'Love you.' I know it's him because I know his voice."

http://paranormal.about.com/library/media/audio/love-you.mp3

I am an amateur ghost hunter living in Memphis. I wanted to share an EVP that I recorded spring of 2006 at Fort Pillow an old Civil War battleground in West Tennessee about 45 miles north of Memphis. I was accompanied to Fort Pillow by a reporter and a cameraman from the Memphis newspaper The Commercial Appeal; they were doing a series of articles on things to do in Tennessee along the Mississippi River. We went to Fort Pillow on a warm spring afternoon and I attempted to show them what a ghost hunter does on an investigation. That can be a little tricky to do on a sunny afternoon outside when a ghost hunter usually works in the dark. We collected several very good EVP recordings on our outing. This EVP was recorded at the site where some cabins and tents housing wounded soldiers after the battle had been set afire, killing most of those soldiers. The cameraman was standing beside me holding a big camera with a very long lens. Consider what a camera looked like in the Civil War times versus today's newspaper cameraman's camera and lenses with almost a gun-like appearance. I call out to any ghost who might be there, "Can you give us a sign? Can you fly by, ah, move by this camera?" Then you'll hear a very distinct voice ask, [Edited by HGC. We would like get peoples opinions on what they can hear]


The EVP can be heard by visiting http://paranormal.about.com/library/media/audio/why-cause-bullet.mp3

I live near Clapham Woods-Basically 5 minutes away from my house by car.I go there regulary with my close friends.Many scary & paranormal things have happened to me when i have gone there.I have been going to Clapham Woods for about 2 years now.I can tell you a few things that have happened to me while i have been there...Well the most recent ones as they have been the worst!Friday 18th January 2008-(Me,Abbie,Sinead,Neil) It was my birthday & i fancied a birthday scare-so we went up to Clapham Woods.The time was ruffly 11/12pm.We gathered our torches & tools & set off up the path to the church.We approached the churched & things didnt seem right to me and neil.Abbie & Sinead didnt take any notice as it was their 1st time there.We stopped in front of the church & stayed there for a bit-heard lots of unexplainable noises.So i thought that we better start moving on.Walked through the Church yard & 1st field.Got to the brink of the 1st bit of trees-we flashed the torches in & climbed over the sty.We walked through & we could hear someone/something following us so we stopped & stood there for a while.We couldnt hear anything but saw things running past and saw tiny bright lights in the bushes so we carried on walking quickly.Got to the big field entrance & climbed over sty & went & stood in the middle.At this point we could see black figures running around us & headin towards us from all directions.Abbie then started going all dizzy & couldn't stand up & feel to the floor-she looked as though she was having a fit as her eyes were rolling & her eyelids were flickering.Sinead,Myself and Neil therefore panicked & picked her up and got her to come around eventually.We dicided that we couldnt handle all this anymore & started to head back to the car.Climbed over the sty into the 1st bit of trees again & started walking-me & sinead were holding up abbie at this point & neil was behind us telling us to move faster as he could see something black following us & it was gettin quicker.We all saw it & so we started to panic and moved on briskily.Came to the 1st field & basically jumped the sty & lifted abbie over it.Neil was at the back & as he got half way over something was touching him & so he told us to run-so we did!We got to the church yard & waited for neil.He caught up for us & was really pale in the face & looked as though he had been hit round the face as he had a red mark.We walked through the church yard & stood there for a while as we felt safest there.After 15mins abbie was back to normal as though nothing had happened to her.Neil was still worried an caucious.Me & Sinead were scared out our wits. We then headed to the car and went home.Ever since this night me,abbie and neil have been experiencing really bad dajavu's and dreams.I havnt gone back up there since as im worried that things might get worse next time!
We now say the black things we see are called the faceless.I have heard chains being dragged along the floor as we have sat next to the altar tree before-loud breathing going past my ear and being blown in my face.Loud thumps to the ground and then dragging noises.Tiny bright lights in the bushes that appear and dissapearSeeing things running around us.When i go there during the day i hear no birds and its just to quite for my liking! Please can you write back to me and tell me your experiences that have happened to you! thankyou...