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It’s An Addiction… But Don’t Cure Me.

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Everyone has an addiction of some kind.  Don’t tell me you don’t, because thou shalt be deemed a fibber of the most Shameful Kind.  I have many addictions.  Books.  Books.  Chocolate.  Paranormal investigation programmes.  Oh, the need to see a group of people bumbling about in the dark waving gadgets about that squeak and beep and flash… And I do so love the way they all suddenly freeze and look at each other and say:

‘There’s someone upstairs… there’s someone upstairs?  Who’s upstairs?  Do YOU know who’s upstairs?  I don’t think I’m upstairs?’

“Guys, has anyone actually been to see who is upstairs?”

“Uh… No.”

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For these past few months, my intrepid (decrepit?) mate in South Africa has been joining me on a veritable pub crawl of paranormal investigation programmes to see what they come up with.  We want the TRUTH!  Buuuut… we don’t really want to have to leave the safety of our homes to get it.  So, we have so far been through the whole of the Ghost Adventures series (well, who wouldn’t want to watch that lot charging about in the dark together yelling ‘DUUUUDE!!!!’ every five seconds?) and I thought the evidence they got in their very first documentary, before they went viral with their GAC adventures, was pretty compelling stuff (I refer to the flying brick incident).  I honestly think my friend and I have spent more time with those three GAC guys than we have our own husbands. That reads in a very bad way but, whatever.  We’ve worked our way through Nick Groff and his Paranormal Lockdowns (the first episode of series two was pretty fantastic, we loved that) and now we are busy abusing Ghost Hunters.  Right from the very first episode.  So far, it’s been like watching badly lit episodes of Hollyoaks with lots of cables, EMF meters and ‘spontaneous’ interludes where the team members grumble about who’s leading the tech department and whether they’ve captured dust or an orb on film.  Or possibly a full-blown poltergeist with laryngitis.

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My friend and I continually gripe about what they get up to in Ghost Hunters – ‘it’s dust!  That’s not an EVP, that’s someone sneezing!  What the hell is he doing with that thermometer!?’ but… we still keep on watching the episodes.  Just in case.

Zak Bagans, Nick Groff and Aaron Goodwin (ahh Aaron, bless him, no one can erupt into a war cry of “DUUUUDE!” like Aaron),  Grant Wilson, Jason Hawes and all your Minions – we salute you!  You go ahead and carry on falling over stuff in the dark, you carry on bickering amongst yourselves over who left the power cable at home, WE LOVE YA GUYS!

Nicola

weirdworld@hotmail.co.uk

©Nicola Kirk and http://www.nicolakirk.wordpress.com 2017

Early One Morning… Or Was It Late One Night?

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Early one morning – and I mean early, I have young children who have no concept of what waking at a ‘sensible hour’ is – my bedroom door pinged open and my two Small People marched in looking determined.  I think that was the expression they were wearing because, as I said, it was early and I had to pry an eyelid open with great reluctance to see what the deal was.  The conversation went something like this:

“Hello, you two, what’s up?  You know, it’s a bit early…”

“She woke me up,” advised my son.

“Oh.  Um… why’s that then?”

“She,” he pointed at his sister, just in case there was any doubt as to who the troublemaker was, “said the TV is on downstairs in your sitting room and it’s playing 101 Dalmatians but there’s no picture.”

I sat up.  Well, okay, perhaps she had been up early pressing buttons?

“Sweetheart,” I addressed my daughter (who was wide awake, bright-eyed and showed no signs of going back to bed without a lengthy debate about it first), “have you been playing with the television?”

“No.”

“Oh.”

“She came and woke me up to tell me that it had woken her up,” my boy told me.  They both stared at me expectantly because apparently parents have the Answers to Everything.  Even at 5am.

“Um… okay, well that’s a bit odd,” I muttered, throwing the covers back to go and have a look.  The television set up we have downstairs in our sitting room is the stuff of nightmares for any technophobe.  It took me ages to figure out that praying and sacrificing remote controls to it wasn’t sufficient to get it to turn on and much pressing of many buttons on a multitude of remotes was also required to appease the gods of technology.  If my daughter had managed to get the DVD player going by herself and turn the TV on from standby (even if it refused to display a picture) was quite an impressive feat.  So I went downstairs, posted various small people back into their beds in the hope that they might stay there for another two hours (fat chance, I’m laughing to myself as I write that) and turned the TV and DVD player off again.  Finally, I crawled back into bed and snuggled down once again…

…only to wake up about fifteen minutes later to the radio pinging on in our bedroom.  By itself.  My husband opened one eye and peeked at me sleepily as if to say ‘did you forget to turn off the Ouija board, dear?’

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I’ve mentioned in the past that our house has many a foible and likes to let rip with many odd noises in the night, usually resulting in me bumbling off downstairs to make sure one of the cats hasn’t managed to get trapped in the bin.  It’s not even as if it’s a particularly old house with many skeletons buried in its closets.  I believe the house was built in the 1960s but it has been extended and built up and goodness knows what so many times now that if it’s true what they say about ghosts hating renovation, I suppose that would explain where some of the noises and weird bangs come from.

Another very early morning had both my husband and I doing a tour of the house looking for the source of three, loud clear knocks.  I’d sprung out of bed (well, it felt like I sprung out of bed, but in reality it probably would have looked like me getting caught up in the duvet and falling gracelessly from the side of the bed onto the floor) and had scuttled off to see if someone was in trouble and was banging at our door for assistance.  Nothing.  Not a thing.  Well, thanks SO much whatever that was for getting me out of a nice warm bed.  At other times I’ll wake up because I’m certain I’ve heard the doorbell ring at some weird hour. And then last night both my father in law and I were scurrying about trying to find the cause of what sounded like a load of toy cars rolling off somewhere high up and hitting the floor.

“You alright?” he asked, dashing into the kitchen where I was looking about for the source of the noise myself.

“Me?  Sure.  That noise wasn’t you then?”

We had a moment of confused face pulling while we thought about it.

“I looked in on the kids and they’re asleep, so it wasn’t them,” he said.  More confused face pulling.  “This house is haunted…” he muttered as he wandered off back upstairs.  Comments like that would probably make most people uneasy but, well, I couldn’t help grinning like an overly excited Cheshire Cat at the prospect. My daughter often palms off her misdemeanours on the Great Unseen by saying, ‘oh, it was the ghost that did it’.   Hmmm… if I was a ghost in this house, I’d probably keep my head down when she’s on the rampage.

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Nicola

weirdworld@hotmail.co.uk

©Nicola Kirk and http://www.nicolakirk.wordpress.com 2017

Ain’t Nothing Gonna Resurrect That…

When Your Nine Lives Is Up But You Refuse To Peg It.

The other day, my elderly neighbour, Mrs R., came to see me asking if I could help take her cat to the vet.  She didn’t look at all happy but the cat looked infinitely worse.

“He was fine up until it rained yesterday,” she told me sadly as we stood over the cat who was busy languishing on her living room carpet.  I eyed the cat and quickly concluded that the poor thing should have been put out of its misery a fortnight ago.  Our other neighbour, Mr B., had come over to see if he could help but, alas, it was clear that there was nothing more he could do other than dig another hole in Mrs R.’s garden.  (Whoever lives in Mrs R.’s house next is going to get one hell of a shock if they landscape that back garden: “Doris!  Doris, you’ve read Pet Sematary – what was the outcome and should we consider moving?!”).

“You know, I’m not sure that cat’s going to make it to the vet,” Mr B. muttered to me as Mrs R. scooped the stricken creature up and laid it in the cat carrier.  I peeked at the cat through the bars of its box.  Glassy eyed, mouth open, tongue trying to escape its head… it looked like it was somewhat… dead.

“Uh, I think it might be a bit late to take him to the vet,” I started to tell her as gently as I could, but then the cat gasped and twitched a bit.  “Oh!  Hold on… no, I think…” The cat went still  again.  “No, sorry, I think…” Gasp!  Twitch! Damn it cat, make up your mind!!

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I kid you not, that cat was having a game with me as we loaded the carry box into my car and trundled off to the vet.  It waited until we parked up, walked in and sat down before it finally decided it would be better off vacating.  However, we stayed until the vet had a look at the now rapidly stiffening cat, pronounced him DOA (and probably dead quite some time before arrival too… days… perhaps weeks… it certainly smelt that way…) and gave poor Mrs R. a sympathetic smile.  I’m sure it was on Mrs R.’s lips to ask the vet to give the cat a shot with a defibrillator to see if that would do anything but I quicky ushered her back out through the door and into the waiting room again, her ex-cat firmly wedged back into its travel box ready for future planting in the back garden.

While I was sitting in the vet’s waiting room with zombie cat quietly trying out his latest rigor mortis poses at my feet, I thought about experiments that have been carried out in the past to try to resurrect animals.  Because in the 1940s, the Russians decided this was a good road to go down.  And us humans just can’t leave anything alone, can we?  Dead or otherwise, we just have to tinker.  Well, let’s face it, this kind of experiment is never going to be pretty, so people with a weak disposition probably shouldn’t proceed beyond this point (who am I kidding, we all know  you’re going to go ahead and watch it anyway):

And when you consider how we have progressed from that to this:

My, we have come a long way!  Hopefully Mrs R.’s cat will remain at peace in the back garden though because I’d hate to have to go after it with a shovel.  Hey, I’ve read Pet Semetery, too.

But for those of you who are now thoroughly traumatised, here, this should sort you out:


Nicola

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

Death Clicks: When Death Snaps His Fingers

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Cooling Pipes… Or Death Looking For A Way In?

Paranormality defines ‘Death Clicksas: “a strange phenomenon that has its origins in Samoa.  Like the wailing banshees of Ireland, believed to predict the imminent death of someone in the household, death clicks are the sudden onset of persistent and loud clicking that sounds throughout the house of someone who is going to die soon.”

My house seems to be full of things that bang, pop and click (including my mother -in-law), but I’ve recently conducted a head count and, touch wood, everyone still seems to be lurking where I left them.  Fortunately, it would appear that Death is not trying to get my attention just yet.  Who am I kidding, what with the general chaos that’s usually going on at home, we wouldn’t hear him knocking anyway!

But should you panic if you hear the strange knockings of, say, the Deathwatch Beetle?  The film ‘Practical Magic‘ suggests pulling up floorboards to conduct a frantic search for the little bugger is in order if you wake up in the small hours to hear the peculiar knocking noise they make.

WARNING: the following clip is a guaranteed blub inducer, get thy tissues at the ready:

There is, apparently, an old superstition that if you hear three knocks that seem to come from nowhere then, in a nutshell, someone you know is going to peg it.  Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow but… you get my drift.  There are quite a few stories out there from people who have indeed experienced this strange occurrence for themselves – click on the following link to read about those who have been dragged into the fateful game of:

KNOCK KNOCK, WHO’S DEAD?

So, now I’m somewhat confused.  What do I do if I hear someone knocking at my place of residence? I can’t help but feel it’s a little bit rude to yell at them to ‘use the doorbell or I’m not coming to the door!’  Or maybe I should just board the front door up for good measure and wait for Death to come crashing through my window in a flurry of highly charged black nylon and plastic scythes like this guy:

My fellow Researcher of Much Spookiness and  Head Sifter of You Tube Clips, Tarryn, has also come across some records of strange knockings that preceded deaths: Click Here for more tales of ghostly knocks in the night…

Meanwhile, in the distant land of Can’t Understand What You’re Saying,  from what I can make out, this lady appears to have experienced mysterious knocking sounds in her house and the perpetrator can not be located.   Or… she could just be looking for her kettle:

A further donation from Tarryn comes from SeeksGhosts Blog Spot, who also has a few stories about strange Knocks of Doom:

“The Irish and the Scots both have traditions that state three knocks on a door or three taps on a window especially when heard at regular intervals – lasting for two minutes-means death.

According to several Native American tribes when the thumping of a stick 3 times on the ground is heard or the beating of a drum 3 times is heard it means someone will die.  This superstition also pops up in Arab and Jewish traditions.”

If you have had any strange experiences involving Death Clicks (or Death Knocks or Death Trying to Climb Through Your Window), please feel free to leave your stories in the comments section below!

But please, no knock knock jokes…

Nicola

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

Well, They Weren’t Expecting That!

And Other Times They Bring Creepy Clowns And Much Panic

There are somethings in life that you just don’t expect to come across.  A rogue five-pound note at the bottom of your bag (yay!).  Your child tidying their room without being asked (what are my eyes seeing here, can it be true?). A dead body in an abandoned haunted house (…WTF?):

I don’t think you’d sleep again if you came across this one while you’re out having an innocent peek around a disused building.

Anything caught on CCTV always seems exceptionally eerie to me.  Clowns abusing melons on your veranda and Nightcrawlers wandering past your house – they certainly make foxes going through your bins of a night a much more appealing prospect.  And as for discovering that someone else is living in your house with you and you know nothing about it until you review your CCTV… I think I’ll be checking under the stairs tonight.  And how do you get rid of them once you know they’re there?  ‘Um, excuse me, either pay some rent or stop raiding my fridge!  And while I’m at it…any preferences on the colour of the toilet paper?’ However, I suspect the poor sod in clip 13 may have been struck by lightning, but either way, he certainly wasn’t expecting it and he definitely wasn’t very happy at the end of his experience.

And finally, in the following selection of videos below, I particularly liked clip number 8 – the look of confusion on the security guard’s face is quite priceless.  Either he’s searching for the strange black shadow that just went past the gate that or he’s having a look around before he heads off for a crafty fag.

 

Nicola

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

A Shadow Of Their Former Selves

Even Shadow People Have A Sense Of Humour

Shadow people.  Have you seen such a thing before?  Have you woken up in bed thinking you can see the outline of someone standing in the corner of your room, silently watching you sleep?  Or have you been sitting there minding your own business, only to have your attention dragged to look at … what was it that you saw move in the corner of your eye, but doesn’t seem to be there any longer?  Was it the shadowy outline of a human figure?  And now you’re starting to feel just a little bit nervous and that maybe you are not as alone as you thought you were.  Is there someone else in your house?

It’s amazing how many people have reported having a run in with a shadow person.  Or shadow people, because they sometimes seem to travel en masse.  But who are they?  What do they want?  And why do they have a very annoying habit of playing ‘now you see me, now you don’t?  Or did you even see me in the first place…?”

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Shadow Person or Shadow of the Backlit Photographer?

Wikipedia describes a ‘shadow person’ as being ‘the perception of a patch of shadow as a living, humanoid figure’.  Some people catch fleeting glimpses of something in the room with them but when they look there is nothing there.  I have also experienced this sort of thing before on occasion, but can’t decide whether I’ve actually seen something or if it was just a bit of my hair moving in the corner of my vision.  But many people are convinced that these shadow people are more than black figures teasing them and some people allege that they are physically attacked by them, as in the case of Anne Williams from Australia.

Occasionally, shadow people make quite a name for themselves, if that’s possible when you’re nothing but a shadow.  For example, the ‘Hat Man’has apparently been around for centuries and although he has a pretty limited wardrobe of a long black trench coat and some kind of flat brimmed hat, it doesn’t seem to stop him from visiting many an unwary soul in the dead of night.  The video link in red below byParahauntpost discusses this one in more detail:

Click here to experience: The Horror Of The Hat Man

Shadow people appear all over the world – this one turned up in Malaysia at a school although many were keen to put the sightings down to mass hysteria and the ‘high stress school environment’.  It’s one way to get out of sitting an end of year exam, I suppose.

Nicola

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

Things That Go BANG In The Night

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

Nicola

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

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