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Post by Father Austin Purcell on Jul 18, 2007 10:49:32 GMT
The Story of the Old, Empty Barn.
Well, there was nothing in it.
(With apologies to Dad's Army)
On a more serious note, I once volunteered at a local church. I hated being around the church tower, and always got this unpleasant feeling when I was there; as if someone was watching me. I later found out off somebody else that a man had hanged himself there in 1950.
What was really creepy was that this cropped up in a completely unrelated conversation; I hadn't mentioned my dislike of the tower or the feeling of being watched at all.
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Post by Cranky on Jul 18, 2007 14:53:17 GMT
Something creepy happened just recently for myself.
To start off, Me and a few friends were planning to have a match of "Manhunt" in the forest out back. Now this forest has had it's large share of Ghost Stories and such, but that didn't stop us. Now, we started a conversation about horror movies and how the people are killed off. This was at complete random. We started the game.
It was about 3 or 4 in the afternoon. The sky was a nice pure white, and snow flurried down. It was hard to see, but the enviroment was perfect for the game. I was hiding when suddenly I heard a large scream. It was loud enough to hit the entire forest. This made me shudder for a second, then I carried on with the game.
After the first match had ended, I discovered that everyone was asking about the scream. Me, not having the appropirate response, blew it off, begin the next game. After the game had started, the snow was still falling and it was getting dark. One of my friends, a girl, suddenlly ran up and claimed she saw someone hanging in a tree. I thought she was joking, but I decided to check it out. Turns out it was my friend (named Thomas:P), in the tree hiding. About 10 minutes later, I heard a car just outside the forest. It sounded like it was breaking hard, but I blew this off as well.
40 Minutes in, and my friend who was it had caugt a great deal of people. Suddenly, another high pitched scream, this one more renown then the last. I ran to the large open space where everyone was. Thats when it hit. The snow was falling, fog has came in, and we saw two dark shapes walking about the trees. I said "were not the only ones in the forest". We sat on the few logs near the bon fire pit, and came to the conclusion that the screams we heard were definetly not screams of joking or pleasure. We suddenly saw the shapes running, and we knew we should go. We all ran, then we saw 2 cars, both parked in an akward manner.
That day was a fright, but it sure was pulse pounding.
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Post by Oliver Cromwell on Jul 19, 2007 19:19:12 GMT
I was watching a film one night and only my baby brother was in the house with me (asleep). Emphasis on VIRTUALLY ALONE. I got half-way through the movie when the door to the room when I was sitting slowly started to open. Not very scary to tell about, but it spooked me out like no man's buisness as I was watching the haunting scenes in, ironically, The Ghost Train.
I'm rather surprised to see that no-one has included one particular story: 'And every night one the date of the accident, it runs again, as a warning to others! Plunging into the gap, shreiking like a lost soul...' Isn't that also about TGT, by the way?
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2008 8:40:41 GMT
I worked on a music course over Easter and last summer, and the house is really old and connects on to the Abbey ruins. I had heard so many stories from people off the course (members of staff) last summer I stayed in a modern building nearby, this time I was in abbey house.... and was terrified My thinking was, you never see a ghost when its light, so I slept with a light on, and so i wasnt listening to all the creaks and groans of an ol house, slept with my laptop quietly playing a DVD. over the 8 days, I saw NOTHING!!! but I was very clear i didnt want to see anything, so maybe giving that feelin off effected the situation. Everyones says the ghosts are nice, there is no evil there, but I still didnt want to see anything, oh well Im staying again in the summer!!! Better have my laptop ready!!
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Post by Cranky on Jun 18, 2008 3:45:20 GMT
Decided to dust off this thread with a little tale from my old home Jackson's Point.
Now, Jackson's Point is located right next to Lake Simcoe, so it's very wide and beautiful to say the least. Now, this was aparantley once an opening to the Ocean, so lets get started.
Years ago, a Cargo Ship called "The Maiden" was out taking some fuel, supplies and materials to an Oil Rig out on the ocean. The ship was near the dark rocks, a group of rocks out near the opening. The sky was a blusih purple with clouds rising and wind hurling. The water was acting up as Maiden was out near the rocks. Suddenlly, near the rocks, the Maiden began to slip right in the ocean. The Crew of 253, all with it.
Years later, a small rig and 4 tugboats with 2 coast guards were working on a oil line near the rocks. Weather began to act up as the rig worked. The water began to boil as fog rolled in. The water bubbled as the Wreck of the maiden appeared, looking rusted and covered in ocean vegatation. Soon, the rig, the 4 Tugs and the Coast guards sunk into the Ocean.
Years later again, a Liner, the Queen, left the Simcoe Harbor and went past the rocks. The Maiden, with the Rig, Tugs and Coast guards glowing an erie green and white color with fog pouring from the ships appeared and sunk the ship with them.
They say the rocks are living things, commanding this fleet of sunken ships to add to their army. Noone ever found out about the Bodies of the crews and passengers, but maybe one day it'll be revealed.
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Post by Rhodri on Jul 26, 2008 23:30:24 GMT
Loey told me the other day that he came across a book recording ghost stories throughout Wales. And my village of Nantgaredig had an entry.
The story dates back to when the old London & North Western Railway ran though the village. A man was returning home one night when a heavily decorated train ran over the level crossing by the station and disappeared silently into the night. The next day, the man described what he saw to the Station Master, who told him; "There were no train here last night!"
A few days later, the man heard that the train of the same description was seen again, and this time, many railway men confirmed its existence and they told that man what is was.
A funeral train.
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Post by Ryan on Sept 18, 2008 9:56:25 GMT
Surprised I've never mentioned this yet. Loey Machan and Chris The Xelent particularly can back me up on this one, as they witnessed it happening, and assumed I'd had some kind of stroke in the process.
On the second night of our trip in Wales, the Saturday evening, we didn't really want to cook that evening, so we decided instead we would go out for an evening meal. We opted for a small Restaurant a few miles up from Dollegau, which happily had room enough for 12 of us.
Anyway, through dinner, we were all chatting in our own groups at either ends of the table. I was recanting a story about a mock-argument that CtX and I had had when he was up at my place, and how he had turned it round on me a few days later. Anyway, part-way through this story, I felt a heavy slap on my left shoulder. I froze in mid-sentence and my jaw stayed in the exact same place where I was speaking. Loey wasn't sure what to think and thought something had happened like a heart-attack or a stroke of some kind, when in actual fact, I was mainly paralysed with shock.
There was no logical explanation for what I had felt. Behind me was a large dresser, and to the left of me was a wall. No-one's hand had moved from the left side of the table, I would have seen it. No water had fallen from the ceiling either, and my clothes were by no means wet...
The worst thing was, when I told the same story again, and got to the exact same line, something hit me again, but this time a little softer. And Loey found that the left corner of the room was very cold - a sign?
According to the Manager, who was around before we left, the Restaurant was haunted when they took it over three years ago, and he himself had had an encounter with one of them in the corner of his eye. Needless to say, I was somewhat spooked for the rest of the evening...
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Post by Simon A.C. Martin on Sept 18, 2008 15:28:03 GMT
Just been reminded by a friend of a railway related incident that happened to me - very odd goings on while on a school trip.
Seven years ago, when I was fourteen, I went camping on Dartmoor with my year at school. Now Dartmoor is a very eerie place at the best of times, and, since some bright spark decided the only time we could all go was November, when it was cold and mostly misty in the mornings and evenings, off we went.
We spent a few days hiking, my group, before finally meeting up with groups 15 and 19 (my group was number 9, something I insisted on - 9 is my lucky number), at an old quarry on the moors. The path we took, took us along the trackbed of an old railway, and across what I considered to be an unusal mixture of iron girder with wooden pathway across. The bridge crossed a very deep, marshy area, which looked here and there to have strange mounds popping up amidst the mud and long grass. There were still the rusty guiderails on the bridge, marking where the single track line had once crossed it.
Now our new base camp, for the next two days, was based by the run off to an old quarry (slate I believe it was), and was just on the hill and to the right of the old trackbed of the railway that had worked it some decades previously. We didn't go up on the top of the run-off, as time was short, and besides, we had two days to explore our "home" for the next two days.
Now our bright idea, upon arrival, was to camp in the flat sections of ground which still had the remnants of walls from buildings present - not big walls mind, no more than 2ft high, just to act as a wind break for the tents, and hopefully in those areas, it would be flatter with less rocks about.
The three groups set up, and we made a lavatory at the base of the run off, at the end closest to the quarry, and away from the end of the run off - for obvious reasons such as smell... :winker
We made for the night, and the mist descended upon us at about 8pm. The run off was rather illuminated by the moon (no, it wasn't full, near enough though!), and it was already very dark, BUT I decided I needed the loo, so took my torch and some loo roll, and headed off into the night, carefully making my way down the path to the base of the run-off. At the bottom, some 30 minutes later (it's a fair walk there and back when you're walking down a steep descent in the dark, and mist, with only a torch and some loo roll to break your fall), I met up with a few of the others (ed velasco and chris place), who had got lost on their way back from the loo. Getting our bearings, they led me in the direction of the loo, and that took a while.
At exactly 9pm, we all heard a very loud, shrill whistle, and swung round to look at the run off, and saw, quite clearly, pushing a few trucks along the run-off, a little steam locomotive, blowing off steam. I didn't think anything of it: preserved railways do occasionally run late night charters for photographic charters, and I said to Chris and Ed that they were probably doing some sort of photography thing, which they both agreed, given how the mist and the light of the moon was illiuminating the run-off, was a very good night for photography. Chris had his camera with him, and took a few snaps of the engine, as it started to puff backwards along the run off. It whistled once more as we started to ascend the hill, back to the camp, and to the side of the run off, and disappeared into the dark and mist of the direction of the old trackbed.
Again, I didn't think anything of this. Lots of preserved railways have deviated from their original trackbeds a little, for various reasons. I assumed at the time that I simply hadn't seen the crossing in the path somewhere.
We got back to camp, and the mist was starting to clear a little - we could clearly see the little engine with its trucks crossing the old girder bridge. It whistled loudly, and then to our combined astonishment, disappeared!
Our first reaction was to get our radio (to telephone for help), medi-kit, torches, and a few other people to help (james and gwilym), and we marched up to the top of the hill, and made our way, hurrying a little (for the pathway is very nicely graveled with no major obstacles for about two miles), and we made our way to the bridge, to find...
...nothing. No sign of a derailment, no engine, no trucks, nothing.
Then it dawned, not on me sadly, but on Ed.
"Si" he said, pointing at the ground. "What?"
"Don't trains run on track?" "Well yeah", I said, "technically I'd call them rails, but whats that got to do..." then it hit me - no rails.
We looked up and down the bridge for some sign of track, but didn't and concluded that when the engine disappeared, it must have been behind the girder bridge, perhaps on the diverted route I had suggested previously.
We went back to camp, all five of us (james and gwilym had joined us for the walk), and got into our sleeping bags, and that was that.
The next day, our DT teacher and one of the rangers came to check up on us, see how we were doing. Ed, Chris and I told them about the train.
Mr Hillary snorted. "You couldn't have seen a train, there's no rails on the bridge".
The ranger, on the other hand, had gone a brilliant shade of dulux gloss white, when we mentioned that we saw it disappear on the bridge. When we explained that we'd heard the whistle, and seen it on the run-off to begin with, good grief, if he didn't go paler!
"There hasn't been a railway here for nigh on fifty years" he said, and told us to go to the top of the run off, and tell them what we could see.
So we climbed the short ascent from the camp to the runoff, and walked right down to the end and back. Now I am not much of a believer in ghosts, but when I realised that there were no rails - anywhere - on the run off, and clearly hadn't been for some time, I started to get really quite worried about my state of mind.
Ed and Chris started arguing with the ranger - they swore blind, I said I was 100% positive what I had seen - Mr Hillary laughed it off, but the ranger believed us. He told us, that people had been seeing the "Ghost train" for around fifty years, around November time, since the accident.
At this point my mind always goes back to the good reverend Awdry's "Ghost Train", and it makes me shiver to remember those words:
"On the date of the accident it runs again, as a warning to others...plunging into the gap...shrieking like a lost soul..."
That was precisely what our "ghost" had done. Apparently (according to our pale ranger friend) fifty years or so previous, a little engine and its train had been crossing the old bridge when one of the trucks had derailed, plunging over the side of the bridge, and the weight of the trucks had pulled the engine over with it, into the marsh below. The accident was the starting point of a series of incidents, which eventually led to the quarry closing, and the line soon after. The engine was apparently never recovered, taking with it into the marsh the bodies of its crew.
Rather deflated by the laughs of our DT teacher, we said nothing more about it until a few weeks later, when Chris had his photos developed. Chris is a useless photographer, and much of the pics he took in the lighting weren't very good, but one pic stood out because - framed against the moon and on top of the the run off - was quite clearly, the outline and the smoke of a little train! Mr Hillary kept telling us that Chris had faked the photo (he hadn't, we were there when he developed it), and that was that.
What did we see? A real ghost train? Or did we imagine it?
I don't think we'll ever know, but one thing is certain - I was a complete non-believer of any ghosts before that incident. Since then I've kept an open mind. If I didn't, I'd have to deny it (thus calling my friends liars) or believe I really did see a ghost...
I couldn't have, could I?
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There's a few similarities to a Thomas episode about Duncan I believe, and I must stress, this is in no way derived from that, but I wonder whether that particular legend the ranger told us might have influenced Thomas.
We'll probably never know.
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Post by Loey Machan on Sept 18, 2008 19:06:38 GMT
Brilliant stuff Si - a truly creepy tale, and striking similar to Duncan gets Spooked, but I do believe you, only because (though I have not myself seen a ghost), to quote Shakespeare, I believe that "there is far more in Heaven and Earth' than are dreamt of in our small philosophies..."
Nice recounting as well Ryan about the Tyn-Y-Groes (and yes, that corner of the room did seem unaturally cold), but I'm equally surprised that no-one mentioned how during a chat with a Talyllyn volunteer TWO ghost stories I'd read of in books were debunked;
It all begins with the story of 'The Night Flyer of Talyllyn' - some years ago rumours began to circulate that strange events were occuring on the Talyllyn at night. Now I've had the pleasure of seeing a night-train steam through Rhydyronen, so I can confirm that the sound of a train running through that valley in the depths of night sends a certain...supernatural shiver down the spine.
The rumours however went off the deep-end when one night a group of climbers got permision from the Talyllyn to abseil down the side of Dolgoch viaduct - in darkness they walked up to Dolgoch station, then onto the tracks, round the corner, through the quiet, dark, dripping cutting, under the footbridge and onto the three-arch viaduct.
At night, the viaduct is a very eerie place - far below the stream can be heard, and the cascading waterfalls. Trees press up to the viaduct, and on each side the rails wind away into the darkness. Rhodri and I went up onto it one night last year and while we both agree it was worth it, we were both glad to get off it and back to the light and warmth of the car.
But on the night in question, something happened. The climbers fastened their ropes to the rails and had just slung themselves over the railings onto the side of the viaduct when there was a rattling roar of wheels on rails and a dark shape came hurtling through the cutting and right over the spot where they had been standing, thumping over the ropes (which thankfully didn't break) then vanished along the line and into the dark oblivion.
Some days later the local papers began reporting sightings of a 'ghost train', complete with accounts by the climbers. Thorough searches of the line revealed nothing, and the rumours continued...
As we learnt from a volunteer though, the truth was that some guy had built himself a small trolley and would have friends drive him to Forestry Crossing above Abergynolwyn Station to put it on the rails, and he'd then ride down the line under gravity power until he reached a point where they'd be waiting to load it back onto a Landrover. The experience of nearly running the climbers down on the viaduct apparently put the fear of God into him though, and he stopped his joy-rides sometime thereafter.
The volunteer then went on however to tell a story I'd also read an account of - back in 1967 he and some friends were visiting the Isle of Man back in the days when the Isle of Man Railway still ran to the town of Ramsey. On the night in question around 11.30pm they were in the Youth Hostel in Ramsey near the railway's long-dismantled Harbour Branch when they heard the sound of shunting in the station, strange as the last train had gone hours previous. Things then turned bizzare, as I quote from the book 'Phantoms Of The Railways' by WB Herbert;
'At first, we could only hear the wagons and we thought that it could be someone hand-shunting, but at this time of night?...We only knew for certain that there was something strange afoot when we heard the sounds of a train being marshalled and it started coming towards the hostel, what is more terrifying is that it was coming on a non-existant track! Had it been a real train the sound would have faded off towards the west - away from the hostel. Instead - and we could now hear the engine as well - it came towards the hostel over the non-existant harbour branch and clattered to a stop, perhaps at one of the wharves. And then we heard one final hiss of the safety valves and then silence...'
Spooky stuff. Mr Herbert, who edited the book together from stories he'd heard in interviews, asserts that no explanation had ever been found, but the gent we were chatting to at Towyn explained that there was a simple and quite anticlimactic explanation - one of the others in the Hostel was playing LP recordings of steam locos and trains! I hope Mr herbert didn't pay cash for what is now evidently an 'exaggerated' story.
Ryan's accounts of his experience at the Tyn-Y-Groes Hotel however I will confirm - I confess that Rhodri and I were both weirded out by what had happened and did not enjoy the twenty-minute drive through wooded, lonely valleys to Fairbourne one bit, as the roads were unfamiliar, the darkness was absolute, the car's battery was failing (and with it, the headlights), and an ominous full-moon was rising ever higher into the dark, judgemental sky...
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Post by themontevideostar on Nov 7, 2008 1:44:22 GMT
This incident, which happened to my dad when he lived in Abilene, Texas, is an excerpt from ghostsofamerica.com. Enjoy and be scared because this really happened. "Minter Mansion encounter. In the summer of 1970, I was employed with my buddy in remodeling the William A. Minter Mansion into an architect's office. Once we had moved sufficient tools & supplies, hardware, etc. into the mansion, our employee asked my friend and I to sleep in the south bedroom upstairs to monitor any vandals or teenagers taking a unauthorized ''tour''* through the mansion. Things were very quiet until 3:30 am, when the heavy wood solid door on the north bedroom (which had settled deeply into the floorboards over many decades in the abandoned mansion) suddenly slammed shut, ripping the top half inch off the floorboards. This made an enormous sound, waking us both up. We made a quick flashlight inspection. Upon sighting the horrendously damaged floorboards, we left immediately & refused to ever sleep there again. There were other incidents regarding the upstairs attic/bedroom which were too disturbing to discuss even today, 38 years later."** *Make-out sessions. What a terrible idea, making out in a haunted mansion... ** While removing the third floor (which was basically an attic), they found the hidden room where the Minters kept their retarded child who supposedly hung herself. When they tore up the wall, they found literally thousands of old drawing she made and stuffed into the wall. Not that disturbing, but still very sad.
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Post by OldBoiler on Mar 4, 2009 1:37:58 GMT
That has explained everything for me Loey. I've the book Railway Ghosts and Phantoms by W B Herbert and know that story well. Also heard about the Talyllyn ghost but i've not reached that part in the book I'm reading. Also loved the Dartmoor story too Si. That is fabulous. Is it poss to see the picture?
Now my good friend Dave and I are going on a ghost hunt this Friday night or next Saturday. Near to where i live is what was the second most profitable abbey at one time in this country, Furness Abbey. I've been trying to find out a little bit about possible hauntings that have been seen in the area and we are both looking forward to it. There are three monks that have apparently been seen. One is said to be seen climbing stairs even though the abbey ruins are just the walls. The second is said to be seen disappearing through a solid wall though it is believed to be a bricked up arch way or door. The third, and the one that is somehow less likely is the monk on the horse. Only this is meant to be headless! Although i think this could be an exaggeration and that it is only an audible haunting rather than that and visual haunting. What is also nearby is the line that runs to Barrow-in-Furness station. Near to this line is the lifted track from Millwood junction to Goldmire quarry through the Vale of the Deadly Nightshade. Sounds scarey doesn't it? Now it is along here that the sound of a steam loco and train can be heard and felt go by but apparently not seen. Now there are a few trees in the area and you can all appreciate that the wind and imagination can play some tremendous tricks to one's mind. But i'd love for the story to be true. This also appears in the Railway Ghosts book that i have. Our snag is we have a still photo camera that's digital, a small hand held camera and a sound recorder that is very good at picking up sounds. The small camcorder has a microphone that is very sensitive. I've used it in the past when filming at railways and main line and you can hear my breathing very clearly. I've held my breath on occasions to try and not spoil the shots! The snag with the small camcorder is that it doesn't have a night vision ability and so any hauntings that may be present may not appear on any film footage that we get. Also with no lights down there apart from two houses that are close by we could well be filming nothing! But we won't despair and these are two very close hauntings that have been written about, details being a little sketchy. I do remember a story and i believe it appeared in the local paper the Evening Mail about a couple who went and visited Furness Abbey. They looked round the visitors center then went into the ruins themselves. Both said they spotted a monk walking past the building near to where they stood but didn't see where it went afterwards. The man took a picture of his wife and when the picture was developed there was the monk walking past the window again! All this took place in the daytime. I can't remember just how many years ago that was. Wasn't more than eight i don't think.
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Post by StarTodd on Mar 4, 2009 1:48:09 GMT
Si, quick question. Any chance of being able to post us the photos in question?
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Post by OldBoiler on Mar 5, 2009 21:38:21 GMT
Pictures! Pictures! Pictures! Enough of the ghostly chanting! HEHE! Dave and I have started to get our stuff together for tomorrow nights escapade to Furness Abbey to see if we can see anything. Flasks have been dug out of cupboards and washed out ready for tea to put into them (and brandy in case of emergencies!!! ), my wife's been making lots of cakes on her day off so we'll have plenty of food to take and eat while we scout. Walking boots are lined up and waiting and our thick jumpers have been put ready to get into once i'm back from work. Batteries have been charged and equipment tested (something that we'll do again tomorrow so that there's no mistakes) and mobiles charged up and ready. Also torches have been selected as there is no light down there. Thankfully there is a small lane that runs alongside the Abbey so we probably only need the torches for the foot path at the back. I've been in touch with a Ghost Hunting team to ask for any advice that we may find helpful and they have been great by replying really quickly. There website is www.abbeyghosthunters.co.uk/They have been to some great spots. The chap who replied has heard about the abbey ghosts and says that they are residual ghosts. Now I didn't realise that there was so many categories of ghosts so i'll quickly explain residual, though if you go onto the Abbey Ghost Hunters web then they explain what they are too. Residual ghosts are those that you can see but don't interact with the surroundings so if you tried to communicate with them then you'd not receive a reply back. There are ghosts that you can smell but not necessarily see and also ones that you can sometimes feel. Again you may not see or even hear them. Am hoping that we may pick up the residual ghosts and get some pictures. My thought is, that if they are residual and are not affected by the surroundings then if we took rapid pictures with the flash working or use torches then there is a slim chance that they would still appear on the final picture. Like i said in my last post, although we will be down there a watching out for spooks etc i don't expect to see them tomorrow night. To be lucky with something like this could well be a very long shot. Still a chance mind you. Also if not successful then we will be back there next weekend to try again. If anything does happen then be sure that i'll put pictures up for you to see. I don't expect any sceptics to believe in them (if we do get anything) but please believe when i say that we are not going to stage some pantomime by dressing up or using photo editing. It spoils it for everyone who is part of a group and trying to get as much evidence as possible to try and explain hauntings and the paranormal. We aim to be at the Abbey from about half 10 untill about 1. The times obviously will vary but only by half hour or so. The Abbey is only 10minutes drive away from me so it is easy to get to. If we haven't seen anything by midnight then we may well 'call time' and come away. If we see anything then we may well hold out much longer in the hope of seeing more of the hauntings. Having never deliberately gone out to look and hunt for ghosts I can't have or make a definite plan. Rest assured that if anything is captured then it'll be posted for you to look and comment on. Edited: Just found out that a woman in white has also been seen in the area. There's more than just Monks in the area then!
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2009 13:30:11 GMT
I have really found this thread fascinating recently.
Si I have to ask, can we see these pictures,,,, please!!!!
Ben, do let us know how your trip to the abbey goes on :-)
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Post by OldBoiler on Mar 7, 2009 10:18:59 GMT
I have really found this thread fascinating recently. Si I have to ask, can we see these pictures,,,, please!!!! Ben, do let us know how your trip to the abbey goes on :-) Disasterous. It was great weather all day while i was at work. Was really looking forward to going to the Abbey and taking some footage and pictures even if we hadn't got anything. After work went to pick up my friend and bring him through. Alas he was full of cold and couldn't make it (he also has asthma and don't think that was helping much). He gave me his camera to look after and also if i wanted to use it then i could. So i went home. And it rained. You know the joke about the rain that wets you right through. Not heavy rain but that stupid drizzle. That was the weather that was waiting for me on the way home and when i got there. Took dogs out for a walk, then decided that although there was just me, that a trip to the Abbey wouldn't go amiss. It was now just after 10 when my slightly battered Escort and i arrived at the Abbey. I parked up, got the camera set up and quickly walked to the railings and rattled off a fair few pictures of the Abbey. I walked up the path that leads to the back of the ruins and took several more. A could then hear a rustle nearby but i took that to be a rabbit or some other animal looking for food and didn't see anything. I then came back to the car and walked along the lane up the other side of the ruins but the rain was now a little more heavier and the wind had started. I passed the Abbey Tavern pub and made my way further along. Here the lane starts to climb to meet the main road into Barrow but i took a footpath to the right and this follows the railway line a little way. By now i was fed up and soaked, and i got the feeling that the torch was somehow dimmer than when i had set off. The batteries are fairly new (only put in a few weeks ago) but it could of been that the lens had condensation on them. A hot bulb and water droplets and clouding up of the torch. I followed the path for some distance to try and get to the old Millwood to Goldmire junction track bed but decided that even if the tale of the train was true i didn't have the sound recorder or camcorder to record anything. The wind also would be a distraction too as there are a lot of trees about. I'm guessing that the people who claim to have heard the train must of heard the distinct sound. I gave over and came back to the ruins. I hung around for only twenty more minutes. Even with water proofs i was cold and wet and decided to call it a night. A horrible night! And i came home to bed. Was just gone half past 11 when i got in. Dried myself off in front of the fire and then went to bed. Have been looking at the pictures today but the only thing i have seen of interest is a fox that i didn't notice was there. Was in two of the pictures i took quickly of from the pathway. It must of seen the flash and decided to hide. Anyhow ghost hunting trip is now scheduled for next Saturday (week today) and as things stand Dave has said that come hell or high water he will be there plus sound recorder and camcorder too. Another mate from work, Scott, couldn't make last night as he was looking after his young son can make next weekend and i think he's going to bring a mate along too. So there should be at least four of us. Possibly five or even six if H & J come along too. The more eyes and cameras the better. A quick note: It is unlikely that these hauntings of the monks and the white dressed lady make any sound when they appear. Sounds that we record could well be of our screams and nothing more!!! But at least if we do have sound recordings then it all adds to our collection of evidence. If we do see anything then pictures will be posted. We are also going to send any evidence we collect to a group of ghost hunters to get their opinion as to what we may have (or not) seen. Friday night was a wash out and even if i had seen anything it would of been luck to have captured it, and i was on my own. To try and convince anyone that i had seen anything would of been difficult. That is why the more the merrier when in a haunted area. Had i captured anything then i'd have been over the moon and probably still running this morning!!! ;D Fingers crossed for our next trip out to the Abbey on Saturday night. Also hope that the weather behaves itself and that we get a dry night. Doesn't have to be clear just dry! Am now searching for other areas we could possibly go to and see whether there is any paranormal activity.
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Tricky
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Post by Tricky on Mar 8, 2009 23:49:40 GMT
I wish you all the luck in your ghost hunting trip(s). I didn't realise how interested in the subject you were. At least if you take plenty of sound recording equipment along then there is a chance that you may pick up any EVP in the area. Plus take many pictures as you can and on 35mm too if your old camera still works. Was watching one program recently and even if you don't see or think you don't see something near you, take pictures anyway and you may see something in them that you couldn't see in the dark or at the time. The monk that you don't see could well end up in your photos. Oh and don't forget to post them here too. I think alot of peple would like to see what you managed to capture. I believe, after looking on that website you've a link for, that orbs are best forgotten as they usually are little droplets of moisture that reflect the light off torches etc. That's an interesting one and no doubt leads to debates between teams of ghost hunters as many think that they are a little sign of paranormal activity.
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OldBoiler
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Post by OldBoiler on Mar 9, 2009 0:45:10 GMT
Right. Quick update. We have a digital thermometer to read if there are any sudden drops in temperature. This would be better used inside but it is another piece of our equipment for us to use. We can't get hold of an EMF gauge and, to be honest, with the equipment that we do have anymore and we won't be able to use all of it. Of course the more people that do come out would help as we could then delegate different jobs to everyone. Still, pictures and sound are our main priority with regards to this little outing on Saturday night. Thanks for the tip with regards to picture taking. Thankfully the digi camera is great for that. If you hold the shutter down it takes pics like a machine gun firing round after round. You get good time lapse pics that way as it is about a second between each picture.
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Tines
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Post by Tines on Apr 5, 2009 19:44:13 GMT
Wow, Si... your Ghost Train sent made me quiver a bit... oohh.... Creepy story. Were you able to identify what kind of engine your ghost was?
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Post by Kyle on Apr 8, 2009 10:38:57 GMT
That story is truely spine-tingling Simierski! I wish that I could have been there to experience that!
I had an interesting little incident at uni today. There's one set of toilets there that seems to have an odd little habit. Often when going in there (and I know I am alone, the cubicles are open and empty) there comes the sound of someone sniffing - one single, solitary sniff as if someone is trying to clear their nose. I ignored it the first time, but after happening now on 4 separate occasions (I've been alone each time) I'm beginning to wonder if there's something in it...
Nowhere near as enthralling as yours simierski, but I'd thought I'd share ;D
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Post by lolzoad on Apr 10, 2009 0:01:04 GMT
I am a believer , fortunately i havnt been visited, but im scared of the reflections of windows at night !
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