Nicola Kirk: Author and Collector of Paranormal Stories and Other Strange Encounters

There’s Some Seriously Weird Stuff Out There…

It’s so hard to tell these days what is real and what is not, especially when it comes to things you find on the internet.  Being a writer of fiction, most of the time I’m not too fussed about what the internet throws at me, real or fake, it all feeds the imagination and gets me writing.  But I still like the little thrill of ‘now, imagine if that was real…’ .  I enjoy watching these little You Tube compilations about ‘Top Five Things That Will Make You Hide Under Your Bed’ and ‘Top Ten Things That Will Make You Rush Out To Purchase Pepper Spray’ and, seeing as you’re reading this, I suspect you do too.  So, let’s crack open today’s little bit of weirdness and see what people have been creating with their latest hightech graphic programmes or have even, dare I say it, filmed for real.  Here we have one of today’s favourite YouTubey things: 5 Mysterious Creatures Caught On Camera And Spotted… In Real Life:

I particularly liked the Wessex Way Monster and the Sewer Monster.  I’m not saying I believe they’re real but… aren’t they great to watch?  The last clip is oddly chilling.  Yes, it’s easy to get your mate to dress up in a strange outfit and a wig and to shuffle about (or perhaps it’s just my friends who are that way inclined – you guys know who you are…) but there’s something decidedly freaky about the way the ‘person’ moves that gives me chills.  However, I can only assume the person filming it either has terrible toothache or he has a crash helmet on.  I’d love to read your thoughts in the comments section at the bottom of this post.

And so, moving on to the next video:

15 Paranormal Beasts That May Be Out There

I like the way the narrator talks on this video, it’s very engaging.  Anyway, here we have a selection of bizarre paranormal creatures and beings ranging from the mythical chupacabras to screaming banshees and horned demon cats (however, based on the description of the demon cat I suspect it was probably just an enraged feline with big ears and even bigger psychological issues).  I’m very interested in the concept of shadow people though.  There do seem to be an awful lot of people out there who have had strange encounters with these seemingly intelligent shades.  Sometimes they are benevolent, sometimes malevolent but they always seem to leave people feeling creeped out and very unsettled.  A bit like this guy:


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Last night, whilst curled up in bed and just on the edge of sleep (a wondrous place to be), we heard a… BANG!  I opened my eyes to look at my husband and he looked at me.

“That sounded like a gunshot,” he said.  Well, I suppose it could have been a car backfiring or, more hopefully, it could be someone taking out the bloody rooster down the road who seems to have terrible trouble keeping quiet at 5am every morning.  We listened out for a while for further sounds of war and mayhem, but as we didn’t hear the scream of approaching police sirens and everything remained silent as the grave, we decided that everything was fine and, with any luck, we would be rooster free in the morning (alas, we weren’t). And then this morning, at 6am, we were awoken by the sound of more banging, this time coming (as they say in the movie) from inside the house.  Well, as I had to get up anyway, I went to investigate and found… nothing.  Where do all these weird sounds come from?  I didn’t find any zombies bashing at the windows, no doors mysteriously crashing open and closed by themselves… nothing but my brain shouting loudly that this was no time to be up and moving about.   I didn’t even get an EVP out of it.  Oh well.

While I was sharing these experiences over Skype with my friend in South Africa, we both carried out a little delving into the world of the internet to see what else out there has been banging and crashing about.  And we came across these little gems – this one has been rooted out by my South African friend, Tarryn:

5 Creepiest Ghost Sightings Caught On Surveillance Cameras

You may have seen a few of the clips from the above link before.  The office one with exploding filing cabinets and anti gravity chairs left me feeling a bit ‘staged and unusual’ but I did like the screaming hotel room and video store clips.

And now, la pièce de résistance!  I am proud to present the mother of ALL things that go Bump In The Night (viewer discretion is advised):

Things That Go Bump In The Night


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In my last post, I mentioned that I had once recorded some very curious sounds coming from the depths of a deserted bunker close to where I used to live.  You can hear me tramping about through the piles of leaves that coated the floor, but when I stand still and pan the camera around you can hear some clear knocking sounds echoing around.  I didn’t hear them at the time but… well, if you have any ideas what could have been making the noise, I would be interested to hear your thoughts in the comments section at the end of this post.  It could have been the sounds of a very old building shifting but then… it could be the restless spirit of Demented Bob seeking out his next prey.  But on a serious note, EVPs (Electronic Voice Phenomena) can be very interesting to listen to and some of them, as you will see at the bottom of this post, are very creepy indeed.

How hard is it to catch an EVP?  If you go by what you see on the television, we are permanently surrounded by the voices of the dead who are all hissing at us to ‘GET OUT!’, advising you that they are going to ‘KILL YOU!’ or, if they’re having a good day, they might just say your name in a nice whispery voice, just so you know you’re being observed while you creep about in the dark.  Is it possible to catch a clear EVP without having to do all the tweaking and clarifying that some ghost hunters seem to have to do when they make a programme?  One paranormal programme advised ‘spirit voices speak twice as fast as human voices so we need to slow them down to be able to hear them clearly.’  But… I’m pretty sure people have managed to record some pretty spectacular EVPs without having to mess about with them like that?

And so…I have decided to do a bit of my own EVP experimenting to see what I might come up with.

Now, I appreciate that it could be a long time before I come up with something that could possibly resemble a convincing EVP.  As it goes, I embarked on a bit of EVPing the other evening after I’d been out to dinner with my husband… but I couldn’t stop giggling so I had to write that one off as a somewhat ‘contaminated’ recording.  Either that or the paranormal world found me exceedingly amusing that night.

So, while I have a bit of a delve into the world of EVPs for myself, I have also been having a delve into the internet’s catalogue of EVPs to see what sort of things might be out there.  One that I found particularly haunting (excuse the pun) was this one.  Every time I watch it, it makes my hair stand up on end, I think it’s brilliant:

The Haunted Hotel Room

And then there was this one, which, fake or not, still induces a shiver:

Wogans Cavern at Pembroke Castle

If you have any EVPs you would like to share, please do.


©Nicola Kirk 2016 and

Freaked Out By Myself

Also Known As ‘I’ve Run Out Of Chocolate.’

I like spooky stuff. You may have realised that by now. It’s something I love to death, as it were.  I’m usually quite proud of the fact that the stuff I watch and write about doesn’t usually have an effect on me.  I think the last time I did something that ‘haunted’ me, was about eight years ago when I went to an old bunker in search of strange happenings.  I did find some strange happenings, as it goes, as while I was tramping about in the dark tunnels I recorded the sound of what appeared to be footsteps approaching me and then going away.  I didn’t hear anything at the time but later when I listened to the recording the hairs on the back of my neck did do a little Highland Fling.  That night, all I could think of was that old bunker and what it would be like in the middle of the night with the wind howling through the vacant tunnels, one of which had, incredibly, an old burnt out car languishing at the end of it.  Considering the bunker was sunken and surrounded by steep banks, getting a car down there must have been quite some feat.  For some reason, the thought of all those old dark disused doorways disappearing back into the hillside got to me and even after all this time, thinking about the place still makes me shiver.  Why?  I don’t really know.  I’m sure I’ve been to other places that were just as creepy but they haven’t affected me in the same way.  I even used the bunker setting in one of my books (Skaran).

I Suspect This Is What Really Happens.

The other night, I was watching one of those ‘ghost hunter’ type programmes.  Not mentioning any particular names, but it was… horrendous.  The assumptions the investigators leapt to were nothing short of spectacular.  The inventions they created to ‘capture ghosts’ with were, I’m sure, based on nothing more than ‘well, this would look funky, and we could set some explosives off at the same time!’  It was okay for some background noise while I did some sewing (I’m creating an absolute sewing masterpiece at the moment for my daughter.  Should be finished for her 21st birthday.  She’s going to be 3 next month).  Once the paranormal debacle was done and I wondered why on earth I’d recorded the entire series, I found another one to watch for a bit.

I love Ghost Adventures with Zak Bagans and his crew.  I’ve never heard the word ‘Dude’ used with such carefree abandon and passion.  Just that one word can cover a multitude of occasions:

  • Zak becomes possessed by a demonic entity: “Dude!!!”
  • Zak pokes Nick in the eye while trying to find out if his colleague is wearing a respirator in the dark: “DUDE!? WTF?!”
  • Aaron hears a strange noise coming from somewhere in the building: “Duuuuude, did you hear that?”

So, I watched a bit of that too, before heading off up to bed, just to round my evening off.

As I said, programmes like that do not usually affect me in the slightest.  I watch it, turn off and go do something else without giving it a second thought.  Last night, I watched it, turned off the television but then… my mind kept wondering off to think about the abandoned asylums and penitentiaries that Zak and his friends had be creeping around.  I had a curious moment whilst washing my face where I suddenly had to frantically scrape the soap out of my eyes so I could check that a creepy old woman wasn’t sneaking into my bathroom while I wasn’t looking to… um… do, I don’t know what to me… possibly something involving custard, but I can’t be sure.  But I was able to conquer my fears and get into bed without further ado.  Until I saw this:

And now I will never sleep again.


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Being a parent myself, I often find myself laughing at the things my kids say to me.  Fortunatley they don’t often creep me out but I wanted to share this blog post with you that I came across today because it appears there are some kiddies out there who are determined to well and truly freak their parents out:


via Flickr – Boris Thaser1. The Man With The Snake Neck While changing my daughter in front of the open closet door. She kept looking around me and laughing. I asked her what was so funny. She said, “the man.” To which I replied, “what man?” She then pointed at the closet and said, “the man…

via 42 Creepy AF Things Kids Said To Their Parents That Absolutely Chilled Them To The Bone — Thought Catalog

I’ve started writing my tenth novel and it’s called ‘Sliver’ (no, not Silver) and it’s something I’m rather excited about because, well, it’s a nice round number, isn’t it?  I am trying to make it a habit to write a bit every day.  It’s amazing how you make progress with something by doing just a little bit every day, even if it doesn’t seem like you are doing much.  In the past when I’ve written novels and plays, I’d make myself sit down for a while and plough through the words, then I wouldn’t write anything for a while, forget how the story was going and feel bad that I’d neglected my writing. Recently I’ve started doing quite a few ‘little bits of something every day’ and my creativity has gone through the roof.  Whether it’s writing, doing an Open University course, or just taking some time out to read about something spooky, I have my check list of ‘minimal requirements’ for the day and they’re such little things that they’re easily accomplished but I really feel good about the fact that I Have Done Something That I Set Out To Do.  Progress is being made and it’s a good feeling.

I have been reading a book called ‘Mini Habits’ by Stephen Guise where he says that getting into mini habits has improved his life no end.  He started off with doing just one push up instead of a long gruelling work out that his brain just said ‘Nay Sir!’ to, and went on from there (it’s a good book, well worth reading if you need a guide on how to avoid procrastination and want to find out how to get into good habits) .  So I thought, hmm, push ups, not something I’ve ever seen myself as being able to do, but okay.  I shall give it a go.  Not that I’m allergic to exercise or anything (ignore what my husband says!) but, like so many other people, it’s just finding the time to lurch about flexing long unused muscles without the kids laughing at you.  So one evening I got down on the rug in my bedroom and… tried a push up.  It wasn’t pretty, it certainly wasn’t elegant, but I did it.  Actually I was quite impressed that I’d managed one press up so I thought, what the hell, I’ll do another one!  The second one was even worse than the first and my arms swore at me and told me to stop it.  So I tried a couple of the less aggressive ‘on your knees’ push ups instead and managed a few of those too.  The next morning when I went to lift something I thought, my arms ache.  Why are my arms aching… oooh, I remember now.  Push ups.  They must be doing something for me after all.  So the next evening I had another go.  I just started off with the one (arms bitched at me and told me I wasn’t funny) and managed to do a few more.  It’s not much, especially when compared to the gruelling workouts my other half likes to do, but if I can do just one push up a day (that invariably leads to a few more seeing as I’m down at floor level already and sometimes a bit of planking – is that the term? – too), I feel I have accomplished something.  Ten push ups doesn’t seem like much, but you know what, I have seen a marked improvement over the past couple of weeks in my upper arm strength (i.e. I don’t feel as if I’m going to face plant into the floor on the way down any more.  And, if I do, it’s with a modicum of grace now, unlike the first time I tried it).

Here’s Hoping My Good Habits Will Soon Outweigh The Bad.

One of the other mini habits that I’m working on at the moment, other than writing my next novel and trying to get a bit fitter, is to write my blog on a regular basis, too.   I think that mini habit might be easier to attain than this one:


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Dreams are curious creatures.  I’ve heard all the usual explanations for dreams: it’s your brain having a sort through of all the experiences you’ve had and so on but what, I ask you, is Kim Basinger doing popping up in my dreams when she is the last person I would be thinking about (no offence, Kim, but it’s been a while).  I’ve always had very vivid dreams, most of which I forget like everyone else, but sometimes I get caught up in a right humdinger (remember the one about Lady Gaga and strange men eating KFC?)  Well this one was kind of in the same bracket but without the extra side orders.

Recently, I was very sad to learn about the passing of my childhood best friend.  We had drifted apart over the years, but you never expect to hear that someone you grew up with has died.  Dreaming about my friend should not have been a shock.  And dreaming about us in a situation that we both had fond memories of (being at school together) seemed like the perfect place to find her.  She was in her school uniform, aged in her early teens, and I passed her in a corridor on my way to a lesson somewhere.  I stopped her and she looked at me with a peaceful expression but she didn’t quite look as if she was really seeing me.  I asked her if she was okay and she said that she was.  I put my hand on her arm and said I had heard that she had died and she laughed, seemingly a bit annoyed, and asked me where I had heard that one.  I told her another school friend had told me and she snorted and said ‘why on earth did she do that?’   My friend looked… different.  I’m not sure what it was about her, whether it was because I was remembering her as her younger self, or I was perhaps having trouble remembering her face and my mind was filling in the missing details (although I can see her as clear as day in my mind while I write this).  It was quite an emotional experience because I knew, of course, deep down, that she was no longer living. Then my grandmother made an appearance too – not sure what she was doing at my old school – but she hardly seemed to notice me and just went about her business.  I moved on to my old form room where some old school friends who I haven’t thought about in a long time were sitting around chatting.  One of them was sporting a black eye.  Well, he had been a particularly irritating child at school, so maybe that was a subconscious wish on my part.


We sat around watching some kind of slide show about clocks – what else? – when I noticed a stack of old looking documents beside me and I thought, ‘ they must be from the asylum!’  Of course.  Where else would a stack of old looking documents have come from?  It’s my dream, and I say they came from an asylum.  I picked up an old white envelop that was busy turning a nice shade of brown and noticed it was dated long ago.  It appeared to be an envelop full of photographs.  I pulled one out to look at it and it was a photo of an inmate taking a bath whilst at an asylum.  The inmate was wrapped in some kind of sheeting and looked for all the world to be… wait, was that Kim Basinger?  I frowned at the photo wondering what on earth she was doing there and then I became aware that there was a figure standing just behind me.  It was ethereal and glowing and looked a little bit curious as to why I was holding an old sepia photo of her having a bath in asylum settings.  The ghost of Ms Basinger looked at me for a moment and, feeling that I was holding something that was very much her property, I gave her the envelope of photos with an muttered apology.  She smiled and I knew that if I looked away for a moment then she would be gone.  And I was right.  I turned to look at my schoolmate with his black eye and then when I turned back she had, indeed, gone.  I felt as if I had experienced something truly incredible.  Although now I am somewhat concerned that something has happened to Kim, so I’m just going to do a quick Google to make sure she’s okay…

I wonder what it is that makes us dream about seemingly random people.  And I wonder if it means anything.  It was nice to see my friend one last time though.


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