Thinking that the incident with whatever negative energy that was in the house was over, Gafyn and Angela brought the kids back home. A few days later, the youngest child was doing a craft while watching T.V. when suddenly the sellotape went missing. The family searched all over the living room, only for the tape to mysteriously turn up in the refrigerator hours later.
As if this wasn’t weird enough, other more disconcerting things started to occur. Money went missing and items were constantly found broken or knocked to the floor. When the family started arguing over these events, Gafyn responded that “It” wanted them to turn against each other. A small ornament whizzed through the air missing his head by a millimeter.
Rattled, they called their friends again. They decided to do an investigation and a house cleansing to get whatever this was out of the house. Doors were constantly opening on their own. Something was banging around in the attic. It was done playing its cruel game of hide and seek. This thing wanted them to know it was there and that it wasn’t leaving.
The investigation took place while the kids were in school. Gafyn and his friends went into the back room. Gafyn’s friend, Colin, began by saying, “Whatever you are, you will eventually have to leave.” Right after he said this, some invisible force picked him up and threw him aside. Even though they were terrified, the group knew that they still had to confront this negative force. Whatever it was, left the bedroom and proceeded to follow them about the house. The extreme rage and negativity emanating from this being only subsided enough to give it a chance to replenish its energy.
It was clear that they weren’t going to be able to stay there, so Angela started packing while Gafyn and their friends continued the investigation. The phone rang. When Angela went to answer it, there was a high-pitched ringing so that neither her or the caller could hear each other. It turned out that it was her mother calling to tell them to leave the house and to come and stay with her until they could find another place to live.
Suddenly, Gafyn felt like he was about to have a headache. He remembered being held up by his friends, his partner crying and shouting, “Leave him alone!” but she wasn’t actually yelling at him. Afterward, he was told that he started growling at Angela and his friends to “Get out.”
The next thing Gafyn knew, they were at Angela’s mother’s house. He didn’t remember what had happened after his head had started to hurt and his friends had grabbed him by the arms. They decided to move out of that house as fast as possible. The children never went back. They stayed with Angela’s mom while Gafyn, Angela, and their friends got the rest of their belongings. Even then, the entity kept up its presence, half opening and closing the doors to make sure they knew that it didn’t want them there. Gafyn said his view of the paranormal changed drastically after this experience.
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One of the warnings that is given to paranormal investigators and ghost hunters who are just starting out in the field is never to invite spirits to follow you home. This is so that the spirit does not become attached to the person. The idea is that you would not invite a total stranger into your home without caution and since ghosts are the souls of people who have passed on, you do not want to encourage them to take up residence with you either. Unless you know the spirit well or have a previous relationship with the person from when they were alive, it’s generally not considered wise to let them into your sacred space. However, just as with everything, there are some exceptions to this rule.
Holly Bell is a clairaudient paranormal investigator. Although she has seen apparitions, she mostly hears whispers and collects EVPs. Holly started her paranormal investigation group about five years ago with another friend of hers who is also an empath. You can check out her paranormal videos on YouTube.
A couple of years ago, Holly was investigating her former professor’s home. The professor had lived peacefully in the building for years. When he became empathic and psychically aware after a near-death experience, he started noticing that his old house was full of ghosts. Unfortunately, he was terrified of them and decided to sell the place. Before the deal was closed, he asked Holly to come over and investigate.
After Holly had been in the house a few minutes, the professor asked, “Well? Why are they here? What do they want?”
“They want to know why you hate them. They don’t mean you any harm,” Holly answered. “Even though they’re dead, they’re just peacefully living out their afterlife here.”
As she continued to explore the house, a young female spirit approached Holly. The spirit said her name was Sarafina. She wore a dress that looked like something from the Little House on The Prairie books. Holly estimated that she was from the 1800s. The little girl ghost had played with the professor’s niece when she visited, but since he was going to be leaving soon, she was going to be all alone. The spirit did not seem ready to move on to the light. During the visit, Holly took a liking to Sarafina and invited her to come home with her instead.
Another time, Holly was doing an investigation in Sacramento Historic City Cemetery in California when she came across the spirit of a cavalry soldier. He introduced himself as John. When she was leaving the area where he was, he called for her to come back. Perhaps he wasn’t stuck haunting the cemetery and might have just been passing through because he decided to follow her home. Holly has had readings with two other psychics who have confirmed this spirit by name. John is not ready to cross over and has taken up the role of protecting Holly.
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Thanks to Gafyn from Swansea, Wales for this story! You can also read Gafyn’s first story, Adventures with Ghosts.
Gafyn grew up in Cilfynydd, Pontypridd in South Wales. The area is known for high levels of spirit activity. This is thought to be partially due to The Albion Disaster, a devastating mine explosion that killed “290 men and boys” in June, 1894. For more information on The Albion Disaster, please see, “Albion Colliery: The Forgotten Mining Disaster” by Rhiannon Beacham of BBC News.
One day when Gafyn was in his late teens, an older friend of his invited him out for a drive. The friend would not reveal anything about where they were going, but Gafyn sensed that it had something to do with the paranormal. Sometimes his friends liked to see if Gafyn could pick up on ghosts that were in the area. It was all in fun, so Gafyn decided to go along with it.
They had been out for a while when a car appeared behind them. It seemed to come from out of nowhere. Gafyn thought that it looked like a Ford Capri. The car was close on their tail. Trying to shake it off, his friend started swerving, but the car kept up with them the whole time. That was when they noticed two other things. The car behind them was not making any noise as it sped along the road and the car had no one inside of it.
Then just as suddenly as the car had first shown up, it disappeared again. The road that they were driving on was a single road with tall hedges on either side. There were no gaps for a car to turn off the road. Gafyn and his friend went back to see if they could find the car, but came back empty-handed. They scanned the area for skid marks or tire tracks and found none. They drove back to where the mysterious car had originally appeared and still couldn’t locate it.
Figuring it would be easier to search the area when it was light out, Gafyn returned the next day. After another fruitless endeavor, he stopped by The Queen’s Head, a well-known local pub. Gafyn told his story to the bartender and discovered that many people had come in over the years to report a car crash where the vehicle vanishes and is never found.
Other strange things are known to happen in Gafyn’s neighborhood after dark. Sometimes a little girl appears walking along the road looking lost. People will stop in their cars to give her a lift. Then as they are driving her back home, she suddenly disappears from the back seat of the car. Gafyn once ran into a couple who had just experienced this and were frantically searching the road for the missing child. Gafyn explained the legend to them and they felt better about it, albeit a bit spooked.
This past summer, my husband and I won two tickets for a public ghost tour of Pennhurst State School and Hospital from the Pennhurst Paranormal Association. Timothy Smith runs Pennhurst Paranormal Association and maintains Pennhurst, conducting ghost tours and teaching visitors about the asylum’s tragic history. Tim and the staff of Pennhurst Paranormal Association are experienced, professional paranormal investigators. Everyone was kind and patient in answering both my questions and those of other tour members. The tour was focused on finding evidence of hauntings through the use of ghost hunting equipment, which they also showed us how to use. Pennhurst Paranormal Association hosts both public and private ghost tours of Pennhurst State School and Hospital.
The drive through the picturesque historical town soon ended, bringing George and me to a stop on a dark, country road next to a water tower. Thankfully, Tim sent one of his team to come and find us because we might have never found the place in time for the tour. Pennhurst Asylum was designed to be an isolated location, which undoubtedly helped in keeping the truth behind it a secret for many years. We had to drive down a winding path through the woods just to make it onto the campus, and it was already after dark.
I felt a shift in the atmosphere from the second I saw the dimly lit structures of the buildings looming above. I was thankful that there was a large touring group that night. After having done some preliminary research online, I was anxious about going. Before now, everything that I had done with ghosts had been low-key or happenstance. This was my first time being with a professional group of paranormal investigators that had ghost hunting equipment. We toured two buildings that night, Mayflower Hall and Devon Hall.
In the first building, we went into a kind of common hall where patients used to congregate. Paint was peeling off the walls and water pooled on the floor in some areas from recent rain. Members of the Pennhurst Paranormal Association told us background history about Pennhurst. The place was known for “womb to tomb care.” Many of the occupants spent their whole lives in Pennhurst, whether they needed to be there or not. Family members were encouraged to drop their children and relatives off and told not to look back as return visits might only upset the patient and disrupt the treatment.
Images of people being abandoned by their families, helpless to stop any ill treatment that might befall them filled me with unspeakable horror. I asked why these spirits were still here. Why hadn’t they moved on after so many years? Pennhurst was officially closed down in 1987. This prompted a discussion about hauntings and whether the spirits see the place as we do now.
Without proper funding, Pennhurst was understaffed, poorly managed, and incredibly overcrowded. This allowed for the medical staff to abuse their patients and for patients to accidentally harm themselves or each other. Severe punishments even included surgically removing the patient’s teeth so that they could not bite in defense. This was done without anesthetics. The mentally disabled were not seen as equals and it was easy for the staff to disregard them.
One story that was told to me was about a telephone lineman who was working on repairing the phone system when a patient came up to him and started swaying. After a few minutes, the patient began banging his head into the doorframe. The lineman hailed a nurse who was passing by for help, but she said that she didn’t have time to take care of the patient because she was so overwhelmed with work already. Meanwhile, the patient that she refused to help had blood pouring from the self-inflicted gash on his head.
We had been in the common room for a few minutes when I felt someone take my hand. Thinking it was my husband, I turned around to see that he was standing a few feet away from me. There was no one standing either next to or behind me. I jumped, pulling my hand back. When I brought this up to the tour guides, they said that people often reported being touched or having someone grab their hand in that room. They said that teenage boys used to be here in this section and that was their way of showing affection. We also got some cold spots in that room.
Next, they brought us to Emily’s room. Emily is the spirit of a sweet, thirteen-year-old girl who has the mental capabilities of a five-year-old. There were various dolls and stuffed animals on her bed. We communicated with her via an EMF (Electromagnetic Field) reader which spiked every time she got excited or came near us. She seemed to prefer females and enjoyed when the female tour guides and I took turns singing nursery rhymes to her.
While I was standing in that room, I suddenly saw a small, green orb. I followed it into the darkness down the hallway into another room, but it disappeared. I came back to Emily’s room. At that point, we said goodbye to Emily and went back outside to join other group members who were planning on visiting Devon Hall. Devon Hall is known for having great EVPs (Electronic Voice Phenomena). Tim, the association’s leader, took us there.
At one point, I remarked that I kept hearing what I thought to be footsteps following behind us. Tim said that while that was possible, it was more likely that I was hearing the steady dripping of water down the wall. He was accustomed to hearing these noises, so he could debunk them. He even showed me where the water was coming from so that I could see for myself. While we had sufficient light to see by, this was mostly provided by flashlights that we carried along with us during the tour.
First, we went upstairs to inspect some bathrooms in Devon Hall where they had gotten great EVPs in the past. I sometimes get mental flashes of spirits when I enter rooms. It kind of reminds me of taking a picture because I only see the ghost for a second or two before they vanish. When we entered the bathroom, I saw an image of a little boy sitting in the bathtub. I grabbed George as he went to lean against it.
“Don’t sit there!” I hissed. He had no idea what I had seen until I told him later. I didn’t want him to upset the spirit.
Tim showed us how EVPs were made. He had a recorder that would only record when someone was speaking. He would ask a question, wait twenty seconds, and then ask the next question. Later, when he would play the recording back to the group, the ghostly voices would show up in between Tim’s questions. Since the recorder only records when someone is speaking, in theory, there should have been no gap between Tim’s questions during the playback.
The bathroom was a horrible place. Tim asked if the ghosts were repentant of what they had done during their lives, but they seemed to be proud of how they molested and raped young boys. They staked out claims on stalls and threatened to harm Tim if he entered them. Clutching my St. Michael pendant for protection, I envisioned a circle of white light around our group. Thankfully, I had managed to convince George to carry a protective talisman as well. The creepiest thing about this whole situation was that while I didn’t hear anything while I was standing there, Tim’s EVP recordings showed that there was someone in the bathroom with us. This someone was getting angrier at what they took as an intrusion of their territory.
We trudged down to the basement. At this point, I was looking at the cracked plaster and broken sinks and thinking to myself that I should have brought a face mask since I am super sensitive to dust. We entered another bathroom. Apparently, they are a great source for EVPs. We had a brief discussion about whether this was because the water is a good source of energy for spirits. Then we started another EVP session.
Tim made contact with another spirit who obliged us by reading the writing that was on people’s shirts to show that he was there. Then Tim asked if he would go and see if he could get Dr. Fear for us. That was actually the man’s name, although it would have been an appropriate nickname for him as well since he instilled fear in his patients. His soul apparently came here after his passing. I wondered how this was an appropriate punishment for his evil deeds since he seemed to be able to lord over the suffering souls that were still trapped here.
Moments after Tim called for Dr. Fear, I got a flash image of a spectacled man in a lab coat walking over to our group. In my vision, he came over and placed his hands on both a young woman’s and my husband’s shoulder as if he was peering over a group of medical interns. Just then George and the young woman complained of feeling a cold spot right where I had seen Dr. Fear appear.
Tim began asking Dr. Fear questions. Dr. Fear stated that while he remembered who Tim was, he didn’t really care about his presence one way or the other. One of the female tour guides asked if he was a real doctor. The ghost half chuckled into the EVP recorder. Of course, he was a real doctor. The way that he said it made it seem as if he thought she had asked a stupid question. She had been trying to insult him, but he had dismissed it.
One of the things we had discussed were the missing bodies of patients. Patients had died or gone missing and their bodies had never been accounted for. It was thought that they might have been buried somewhere on the campus in unmarked graves. Tim asked Dr. Fear what happened to the bodies.
“I burnt them,” crackled over the recorder, followed by low, eerie laughter.
I felt cold all over after that. Tim offered to keep taking us around the buildings. The next stop would have been back to the Mayflower building. There was the ghost of a nurse on one of the upper floors who was reported to administer ghostly shots to people. George and I decided to leave. We still had a three-hour drive back home and I felt emotionally and spiritually sapped after that encounter in the basement.
I was exhausted for days following this visit, even with my spiritual cleansings. Tim later told me that was one of their strongest EVP sessions. While I don’t consider myself a Medium per say, I do feel like spirits tend to manifest strongly when I’m around. This was easily the most terrifying ghostly encounter that I have ever had. There is nothing like being in a silent, near pitch dark room and having someone who you cannot see answer you.
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I have always been obsessed with ghosts. Besides being a fan of ghost stories, I also love to read about “real” hauntings. So when one of my paranormal books named a historic site with a reputation for being haunted right in New York City, I was extremely excited to go there. George accompanied me on this trip. He and I have a strange connection with ghosts. He doesn’t generally see them on his own. However, when he’s with me for some reason, sometimes we both experience the same paranormal phenomena whether it is visual or auditory.
One weekend during a college break, we decided to go visit the Morris-Jumel Mansion. Built in 1765, it has the honor of being the “oldest remaining house in Manhattan.” According to the museum website, it was even a temporary headquarters for General George Washington during the Revolutionary War. The book that I read told stories about seeing ghosts of soldiers around the property and of Eliza Jumel, one of the house’s former mistresses, yelling at students to stop playing on the grounds.
I expected to see her walking along the top balcony, but I didn’t. I felt some cold spots, especially in the blue room where she supposedly died, but that could have just been the air conditioning. Like most historic houses, you’re not allowed inside the actual room so much as into a screened off area to view the room. My encounter happened in the room that was supposed to have belonged to a younger female family member.
Some of the best books that I have read about hauntings are by Hans Holzer, a renowned paranormal investigator. He suggested that you could talk aloud to ghosts or even mentally communicate with them, so I decided to give it a try. Walking up to the partition of the female’s room, I greeted the spirits in the house. I made sure not to be demanding, so much as to ask if any spirits would be willing to give us a sign of their presence.
“Hello. We have come here specifically to see you. If anyone can or would like to try to make contact with us, please feel free to let us know that you are here.”
After a few minutes of viewing the room, I was about to move on when George suddenly called my attention to something that we hadn’t noticed before. “Does the mirror look funny to you?”
The antique mirror was hanging on the wall in the room. It seemed either dusty or cloudy, but I swore that it had been clear moments before. As we continued to stare at it, the “dust” or whatever it was on the mirror started to form into a man’s face and eyes. There was no one else up there with us and I hadn’t told any of the staff that I was there to investigate ghosts. I didn’t think they would hide a trick mirror in what was supposed to be a historical house either. A mist started forming below the mirror as well. Fearing that the man might come out of the mirror, I started backing up toward the stairwell.
“Okay, great…Lovely house you have here…So, umm…We’re going to go now. Thanks for appearing. Bye!”
Then I grabbed George and ran out of the house. I didn’t sleep well that night. It took me almost a month to get over my new fear of mirrors.
Update: On viewing the virtual tour that the Morris-Jumel Mansion has on its website, the haunted mirror has appeared to have been removed. If interested, check out this link on the Morris-Jumel Mansion for more historical information.
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