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Did That Just Say What I Think It Did?

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

©Nicola Kirk 2016 and www.nicolakirk.wordpress.com

TIME TRAVELER OR ESCAPE ARTIST?

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Afternoon everyone!

I receive regular newsletters from a paranormal website called Phantoms and Monsters – it’s a great way of keeping up with the latest events in the World of the Weird and I’d highly recommend a visit to the website if you are interested in anything from vampires to UFOs.  It covers everything and then some.

Anyway, I came across the following article in today’s newsletter and it really caught my interest so I thought I’d share it with you lot too.  I’d love to hear your thoughts on this one:

“A few weeks ago, I received an interesting inquiry referencing an incident that occurred in the vicinity of Baltimore, Maryland in June 1992. The information was forwarded by a now-retired attorney who continues to live in the area. At the time of the incident, he (who I will refer to as MB) had a private practice with several offices in the Baltimore / Washington DC metro area. He also provided pro bono legal services for the State of Maryland, particularly representing clients with mental disabilities. Since receiving the first email, I had 2 more conversations with MB…which were recorded with his permission. I am going to write his allegory as it was given to me…the resulting statement was approved by MB. Many of the specific and personal details will not be included for MB’s confidentiality and privacy:

Statement – MB – Baltimore, MD – 4/5/2013

* In June 1992, I was assigned a pro bono case / client who was being housed, by court order, in one of the State Hospitals located in the metro Baltimore area.

* I interviewed the client at the State Hospital facility. I informed him that he was facing a weapon possession charge (a vintage Marlin Derringer handgun and ammunition were found in his pants pocket) and other local vagrancy violations.

* The client told me that he went by the name Morris Winthrop. He stated that he was from New Jersey and lived most of his life in New York City. The file showed that there was no record of him residing in the State of Maryland.

* When arrested, Morris wore a high collar white shirt and a brown frock coat and pants. I examined the clothes…later I would discover that these were very similar to Victorian era men’s clothing from the 1870-1880s. He also possessed a silver metal case…similar to a cigarette case. Inside the case was a square piece of black colored material that resembled hard plastic. He was allowed to retain this object while at the facility.

* Morris looked to be in his early 30s, though there was no hair or stubble on his face…just thin eyebrows. He had wispy blond hair and a very pale complexion. The eyes were very deep blue…almost violet in color.

* During the interview, he would look directly at me and smile. He answered few questions other than his name, that he was living in New York City and that he didn’t know how he arrived in Baltimore.

* The physician at the hospital stated that he may be suffering from shock and that there may be some memory loss. I didn’t get that impression while in Morris’ presence. It seemed to me that he knew exactly what was transpiring. To this day, I still do not know why I felt that way.

* At the end of the interview, I told him that he was being held at the facility under court order and that I would seek a hearing date. Morris’ reply to me was ‘thank you for your service. I will contact you…I promise.

* The next day I was contacted by the Baltimore County State Attorney’s office and informed that my services were no longer needed in this case. No further information was provided.

* I contacted the physician who was treating Morris. He stated that Morris was no longer at the facility. I asked where he was taken and told that I would need to contact the State Attorney’s office.

* For almost 2 years, no official information was available in regards to Morris.

* In 1994 I was approached by an attendant who had worked at the State Hospital during Morris’ brief stay. I was told that Morris had suddenly disappeared from the ward after his late meal. There was a thorough search conducted without results. Morris’ clothes were retained by the State Attorney’s office. All other items, including the silver metal case, were missing. I have never found out where the weapon was stored…though I assume it is at State Police headquarters.

* At that time, I conducted a private search for Morris Winthrop. I hired a private investigator who found very little information other than that a single 32-year-old man named Morris Winthrop had resided in New York City in 1877…until he went missing without a trace. All his property (in Manhattan) had been left behind. The police found no evidence of foul play.

* After 19 years, I never found another reference to Morris Winthrop. This has become a bit of an obsession for me. I have hired other private investigators over the years but nothing has been found. If Morris was a ‘time traveler’, I wonder if he’ll contact me as promised? MB

NOTE: Like I stated before, this is the final statement approved by MB. Could this be a case of ‘time travel?’ I would have preferred more information but MB is quite wary of how others would interpret his quest into Morris’ identity and deposition. He asked me not to conduct a private inquiry. It seems his long-term investigation has ruffled the feathers of a few local and state officials over the years.”

With thanks to Phantoms And Monsters.

Nicola

weirdworld@hotmail.co.uk

©Nicola Kirk and www.nicolakirk.wordpress.com 2013

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WHAT’S LURKING UNDER THE BED THIS WEEK…?

 The Ghost of Boothill Cemetery

He’s Behind You!!! – The Ghost of Boothill Cemetery

This chap looks as if he’s having great fun dressing up as a cowboy at Boothill Cemetery, Tombstone, Arizona.  He’s looking pretty suave and sure of himself as he poses for his photo… but wait a minute.  Who is that just behind him, rising up out of the gravestone cluttered grass with what appears to be a… is that a  knife in his hand?!

I have seen this photo many times before but it still makes me shiver whenever I come across it.  The story behind this particular photo is that a chap called Terry Ike Clanton (cousin of the Clanton Gang who had some fisticuffs with the Earps and Doc Holliday at the OK Coral) took this photo of his friend during a visit to Boothill Cemetery one day. When the photo was developed Terry was somewhat perplexed to find what looked very much like a skinny man in a dark hat rising up from among the gravestones.  Of course, it could just have been someone kneeling in the tall grass looking to have a bit of fun at the photographer’s expense, but Terry insists: “I know there was no other person in this photograph when I shot it.”  And who am I to say otherwise – I wasn’t there.  Terry also believes the figure is holding a knife (shudder):

“We thought this was a tie at first, but after further review, it appears to be a knife,” Terry says. “The knife is in a vertical position; the tip is located just below the figure’s right collar. If you’re not convinced that something is weird here, look at my friend’s shadow in the photo. It appears to be going back slightly to the right of him. The figure in the back should have the same shadow, but it doesn’t!”

Boothill Cemetery certainly looks to be an amazing place to visit – it’s stuffed with people who have met all sorts of horrid ends, whether it’s being struck over the head with a poker or suicide by strychnine.  If you would like to find out more about who died and why at Boothill, you might like a look at the following website, which has more information than you can shake a skull at: http://www.boothillgraves.com/

And then we have… THE NIGHT WALKERS!

Walkies!

I’m not sure what we’re looking at here, but apparently these strange beings were filmed in Yosemite National Park one night and no one knows quite what they are – mummy and baby Night Walker out for an evening stroll?  Or perhaps one is just further away from the camera giving it the appearance of being smaller.  Yes, I think they could possibly be computer generated too, but I often think of this video as there is something beautifully weird about the way these ‘beings’ move.  I especially love the way the smallest of the two seems to have a bit of a totter at one point before trying to catch up with the larger being again.  So, computer graphics or something stranger (giant clothes pegs out for a wander?), what do you think?  I’d love to read your thoughts in the comment section below.

And finally…

Just to finish off, here’s a nice little collection of ghost pictures from the internet to lull you to sleep at night.

A Nice Little Selection To Watch In The Small Hours

Of course, most of these photos are sure to be fake but they are still fun to look at.

But what if… what if perhaps just one of them is the real deal?

Go on, you can leave a light on tonight – I promise I won’t tell anyone…

Nicola

weirdworld@hotmail.co.uk

©Nicola Kirk and www.nicolakirk.wordpress.com 2013

IT’S A… IT’S A… UH… I’M NOT SURE WHAT IT IS BUT I’M LOVING THE PRETTY COLOURS!

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Impressive Photo… But Is It Really A Ghost?

(Credit: whofortedblog.com)

The above photo is doing the rounds in the paranormal world at the moment.  A paranormal group (ORBS) visited the basement of the Sandusky County Historical Jail in Ohio, USA, and managed to snap the above photograph during one of their vigils. It appears to show the torso of a being at the far end of the corridor.  I, too, would be over the moon to snap a photo like this but I always find myself wishing that these ghostly images were clearer.  They always seem to be so blurred.  But yes, it does look ever so intriguing and I’m sure paranormal lovers everywhere are delighted that ORBS are sharing it with the rest of us.  I wondered if anyone out there has any further information on who or what they think the figure might be – a long-lost prisoner who never emerged from their time in the dungeon perhaps or (don’t ‘boo‘ me here, please) is it just a photographic anomaly?

One of the other clips I’ve come across recently is the one below – you don’t have to watch the entire thing, but if you forward to 2:09… well, if it’s a fake it’s been well thought through!  It makes me shiver even now and I’ve seen this clip quite a few times.  Apparently no one noticed the headless figure making its way towards the camera until after they reviewed the footage.  Sleepless nights, here we come!

I’m Coming To Get You…

Turning now to a bit of terrifying fun – I thought the video below was brilliant, though not for the fainthearted.  It’s amazing how realistic people can make things look these days when it comes to scary effects (although it does make sorting fact from fiction pretty much impossible… and is it just me, or do the little arms that pop up from under the door look like little willies…?):

Give Us A Hand Mate?

The photo below is apparently from www.coasttocoastam.com and the story that goes with it is that a nurse was testing her camera flash in the hospital with the lights off.  If you take a look at the ‘close up’ photo below the main one, it looks like someone else was keen to get in on the action – wonderfully chilling stuff – I love the way the figure is staring right at you as if posing for the picture.

picture of a hospital ghost picture of a hospital phantom

Could You Get My Good Side, Please?

(Credit: www.moonslipper.com)

And so, until next time my dear ghost hunting friends…

Nicola

weirdworld@hotmail.co.uk

©Nicola Kirk and www.nicolakirk.wordpress.com 2013

 

WHO IS THE SLENDER MAN?

Look closely at this photo…

 

Closer still at this photo…

Are you seeing what I’m seeing?

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Who is the ‘Slender Man’ in these photos?

Good morning Class.  I hope you enjoyed the above photographic display.  Some of you may be squinting at the photos above wondering what all the excitement is about.  Some of the photos do take a bit of looking at but once you see it… well, once you see it some of you might not sleep well for some time to come.

Who is the Slender Man?  The above photos have been taken from various times and places over the past century or so and if you look carefully, the Slender Man features in each one (yes he does, stop arguing in the front row and take another look).  The Slender Man seems to be a bit of an urban legend.  It’s an impossibly tall, faceless being with peculiar tendril like appendages instead of arms.  Whatever it is, it seems to enjoy wearing a suit while it stalks its prey, so we award brownie points for a good, solid work ethic.  But what does it want?  There are stories of people being stalked by this creature until they are so paranoid they need medical care.  Sometimes after their encounters with the Slender Man, people just go missing, never to be seen again.  The Slender Man seems to enjoy hunting its prey, leaving them terrified and suffering from an overwhelming sense of paranoia.  Some say the Slender Man likes to kidnap children and some photos I’ve come across showing the Slender Man lurking in the background state that some of the children in the photo vanished not long afterwards and were never found (Note: Parents with unruly children, please refrain from seeking the Slender Man out as a form of alternative childcare).

But you know what, I don’t think you need to start panicking just yet.  It would seem the Slender Man first made an appearance on the forum of Something Awful as a bit of fun.  Yes, Photoshop and a super imagination are all you need these days to terrify the pants off the world.  Hats off to the creator of the Slender Man – you did a brilliant job.

So come on, hands up, who started reading this post and began to feel the faceless presence of the Slender Man at their backs?  If you did, you’re not alone.  I certainly sat up and paid attention when I came across some of the images posted on the internet but it just goes to show the internet can and will play you for a fool if you let it.  Sleep well tonight in the knowledge that the Slender Man will not be seeking you out.

But if, like me, you love a daily dose of spookiness, have a look at this.  Fiction it may be, but some of the images still give me a delicious paranormal shiver…

Class dismissed.

Nicola

weirdworld@hotmail.co.uk

©Nicola Kirk and http://www.nicolakirk.wordpress.com 2012

AUTOMATIC WRITING – AN OUTLET FOR VERBAL DIARRHEA OR A NOTEPAD FOR THE SPIRIT WORLD?

Hey, who’s driving this pen?

I’ve often wondered about automatic writing.  Is it true that if I sit down with a pen and paper, try and empty my head of all mundane thoughts (harder than it sounds, trust me – when I’m trying not to think of anything I start thinking about whether I should wear flip flops or hiking boots tomorrow or that I really must sit down and finish writing my latest novel/script/short story – that thought pops up all the time), then some passing spirit will take advantage of my temporary absence of mind and use my hand to write its memoirs.  I had a go at this many years ago and I believe the only word I could make out was the word ‘lilo’.

Lilo?

Would a passing spirit seriously take the time and energy to possess me in order to write ‘lilo’?  Nah, I’m thinking not.

The other evening I decided to have another go once sproglet had gone to bed and the rest of my family were engrossed in other activities (a highly technical game of cards – seriously, it was like watching tactics for world domination being put into place) leaving me free to effectively turn off for a while.  And, oh boy, did I turn off.  You’re going to have to bear with me on this post, because having read through what came out of my head that evening, it reads as if someone swallowed a dictionary and ate a thesaurus for dessert.  And so, dear readers… the result went a bit like this:

Brace! Brace!  You’re In For A Bumpy Ride!

“What’s going through my head right now?  I’d have to say curiously little considering our minds are constantly on the go.  I often accuse myself of writing too much about the mundane, the day to day, but what is the mundane?  Isn’t every moment we live anything but, and a little miracle all in itself?  Do those who profess to have the least have the most? Should my pen be confiscated for writing such tripe?  Guaranteed it should be.  Writing thoughts that want to sound more intellectual than they are.  Filling a page with tired words.  My mind often whirrs to its own beat and I doubt anyone else hears its music.”

By now, some of you will have decided that I’d probably been on the Bacardi when I wrote the above and will have stopped reading, but I can only put it down to my brain trying to clear itself of ‘the mundane’.  What else came out of my pen when I wasn’t paying attention…?

“Are these words even mine?  A disembodied voice whispering in my ear.  CHOCOLATE!  No, that word is definitely mine.  I was reading the other day about an old mental asylum called St. Crispins.  It was something out of a Victorian horror story.  What remains there after the lights are extinguished for the final time, the last person leaves and the door is locked behind them?  Do ghostly faces peer out of cells filled with anguish, wondering why they have been left behind?  Or are they content, secure within the walls of their mental prison, curious at the sight of ghost hunters and thrill seekers who are convinced by the mental horrors of pain and torture their TV addled brains throw out at them.  And here I sit at home, pen of purple in hand, wandering down the dimly lit corridors of my own mind while my husband and mother in law enjoy a game of cards, an unread book at my side that promises to be a good read but hasn’t yet been allowed to capture me while I write, write, write, a restless mind searching for a moment’s peace in the mental asylum of automatic writing.”

Hello? Any Crazy People Here?

Well, if I was coming out with some automatic writing that evening, whoever it was paying a visit had a thing about mental asylums. Or maybe that’s just me.  Well, everyone loves a good gothic mental asylum, don’t they?  Um… don’t they? Wait, I’m not quite done.  Yes:  there was more!

“I’ll read what I’ve written one day and I’ll wonder where the words have come from.  So far from the mundane.  So far from the average – more in common with the rain falling to dash itself on the conservatory roof – “

I think my brain may have short circuited a few sentences ago – I do apologise.  Normal service will resume shortly.

“- I wonder if the roof in our bedroom has resumed its leak.”

See – there I am!

“I had a dream last night.  A flame haired zombie with a smile like a shattered mirror and eyes with sparks of lucid insanity chased me over slippery ice.  A curious thing –  it was oddly amusing.  I awoke needing the loo, wondering how I would react to finding such a zombie in my house in the dead of night.  In the dark, it was an eerie thought; later in the light of day. the thoughts reconciled themselves into a single cohesive statement that I would, of course, remove its head without a single flicker of remorse.”

No more late night horror movies… no more late night horror movies…

“That’s what a zombie hunter in any number of books I’ve read would do.  Is it not so?  Well, we can but hope that we never encounter such beasties of the underworld so we can carry on our masquerade of life without burdening our little brains with such stresses and terrors.  Because what we see on the TV and what we read in books is just for our cheap thrills and needs to be stored away in the recesses of our thoughts as bollocks so we can close our eyes at night.  Sleeping with one eye open is not as easy as it sounds.”

I have never tried sleeping with one eye open.  I don’t recommend it unless you have a bottle of Optrex in the cupboard.

Is It Over Yet?

“And so, drinking the cold dregs of my tea while Sandy winds her claws into my hair while she lounges behind me on my headrest -“

Sandy is my cat, not a pet zombie, please don’t panic.

“- at peace with the knowledge that when she throws up on the rug I have to clear up after her of a morning, have I achieved any kind of mindless Nirvana?”

Some of you will now be screaming that I’ve definitely achieved a mindless something right about now.

“I can tell you I have no idea what I’ve been writing but my subconscious tells me the zombies will keep.”

So…um…yeah.  That was an insight into my world of automatic writing.   I wasn’t paying much attention to what was coming out of the end of my pen that night as my brain seemed to be elsewhere (as it often is most days anyway).  One day I may give it another shot, see if any revelations appear on paper.  Perhaps an entire novel might appear – that would be handy – I understand it has happened to people before.  Do spirits get writer’s block…?

I’d love to hear if you’ve had a go at automatic writing – perhaps you’d like to post up a transcript of whatever came out of the end of your pen when you least expected it?

Regards.

Nicola

weirdworld@hotmail.co.uk

©Nicola Kirk and http://www.nicolakirk.wordpress.com 2012

OUIJA – NOW AVAILABLE IN PAPERBACK


Ouija boards… I’ve seen many mixed reactions from people when it comes to the use of Ouija boards.  Some are openly terrified of them.  Others, such as myself, think they make a very nice table mat when they’re not being used (although I did eventually have to put it away as people often spilled their coffee when they realised what they were using as a coaster).  I am the proud owner of two Ouija boards (is this Ouija broadband?) and I’ve got to say I have not been subject of any interdimensional invasions, possessions or paranormal terrorism.  Perhaps this is just sheer luck or maybe the paranormal world just doesn’t find life at home with the Kirks that appealing.  Perhaps an invasion has been attempted but the Wraiths From Beyond got fed up with treading on my son’s Lego and decided to try somewhere less dangerous instead.

Anyway, this particular novel goes a bit like this…

Lisa, Lex and Rena are best friends – they do everything together, but when an evening’s fun with a Ouija board gets a little out of hand they soon find out just how deep their friendship actually runs.

Ouija is a fictional novel about three women who suspect their Ouija board might just be a direct telephone line to Satan.  Some would say that on its own is terrifying enough, but when a murderous Occultist and her demons set their sights on the women as potential sacrifices for their nefarious rituals, things look pretty dire for the three friends.

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Nicola

©Nicola Kirk and http://www.nicolakirk.wordpress.com 2012

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