Table thrown towards me

On a Sunday morning at 8am, in a keighley pub, we had got around to doing table tipping. As this reached a point of us wanting more and more, we ended up with my YES/NO table on top of a pub table in the hope of having the bottom one move. 

This didn't occur. But as the top table rocked about I decided that this was all well and good but were we just stood influencing the table as a group. 

I asked for the table to be thrown at me, explaining that I knew my team mates wouldn't throw the table at me. I envisioned the top of the table being cast square into my face and so had my hands shielding my head a bit. 

The table only continued to rock and so I relaxed and observed. Then the table edge struck me with quite a powerful bash.  It hit me in the top of my chest and  I felt excited about that happening. Upon review I saw that two people had the table move away from their hands and another's hands  stay dead still above the table as it moved. So no one tossed it at me. This moment of activity was another crumb to convince me that there's something else out there after we die. 

My approach.

I went into investigating the existence of the dead with as much interest in disproving it as proving it. This really gave me a good grounding which still serves me to this day. I was quite shocked as I watched others feel a breeze which on any other time would be classed as expected, only to see them feel out because they now put it don't to a ghost because it was late at night. As I write this I've still not SEEN a ghost manifest for myself with no doubt left. As I spoke about in a past post, I've seen a piece of evidence to make me question the known universal laws as they stand... Just not an apparition. But since I know people who have, such as Sue, and I trust them, that's almost good enough for me. Of course if I saw something directly, I'd have to reevaluate my ideas. It embarrasses me that I haven't seen something. I dread the question because I worry some will take my not having seen a ghost to mean there mustn't be such a thing. On the other hand, I've not seen a giraffe either. 

The thing I find weird about myself is that I hear most people investigate to find relief in the fact there's life after death. But I would rather find out that there isn't. The thought of a second mediocre existence puts the fear of God into me. I think I'm drawn to the magic of the spirit. The whole being invisible and retaining memories after death. Being able to pass through solid objects while still having the ability to slap someone around the face. Awesome. 

Two Teams Become One

It was spring in 2011 when I started to look on the message boards which I was now on to find potential team mates for my own team. There were only two candidates, one was a young fragile, shy guy in Hebden Bridge and the other was a lady in Haworth called Sue Sharpe. I met the Hebden Bridge chap and he had the interest in the subject but didn't seem to want to participate fully. Days after I saw an advert in the local paper for a small investigation in Haworth and e mailed the guy in charge. The guy was Si Booth. He seemed friendly and said I could come along on this evening of his. I asked if I could bring my other team member who lived nearby. 

So that was how I met Sue in person. We met at a pub in Crossroads and chatted about our shared interest, swapping stories of our investigations and opinions. Sue was easy to talk to and it wasn't long before we went to meet Si. We met Si who immediately made us both so welcome as he sat behind his bags of equipment. He played us some evp's he caught and we just hit it off.   We headed to the local graveyard and had our first investigation but it wasn't long before the rain came. I suggested we simply drive to my work instead and that's what we did. 

I suggested also that we use a glass on a YES NO table but Si didn't seem to believe in such methods fully. Until the glass budged. It had become late quickly but this was the start of things to come. For long enough I tried to juggle Otherworld Investigations UK with PPS also but the two teams were just one set of people at the end of the day and mine petered out. Time went on and with a couple of public events under our belts we had Gill join the team and Kevin too along with some who came and went, all offering different experiences and sharing some amazing nights. 

It's really difficult to actually get places who will allow a bunch of strangers to be in their establishments at night. So we often found ourselves back at my work trying out new equipment or methods. We learnt so much so quickly and became friendly with the spirits who regularly came to chat.  As we learnt one new thing, I'd set about trying to disprove it or do it differently so as to see a new result. We would break down any idea we heard about. With protection, without protection, blindfolded, whatever, just to test the ideas and to educate ourselves. I would experiment with fakery to see how much was possible so as not to be fooled ourselves by others. Our facebook pages would often end in arguements with others about the same topics usually. Two such bones of contention were the ouija board and Mediumship. I guess nothing has changed there. 

 

Wentworth Woodhouse

When Yvette and Stuart both come over separately to me and ask what I think of the evidence on the show and want to know my  opinion on things they've encountered on this nights investigation, it's a pinch yourself moment. The fact that they have this idea of me gives me a good feeling. The evening at Wentworth Woodhouse started off with upstairs for the team I was in and Yvette had knocking responses which I can't dispute. There was a noise which from where I was stood was similar to something being dragged but the rest of the crowd, who were closer, reported that it was a breath of some sort right in our corridor and among us. 

The chap who took the reigns when Yvette moved off to see how the other two teams were getting on was much more interested in trying table tipping for five minutes, Scrying for five minutes (which he didn't know was called Scrying until I helped him) and the human pendulum, all of which bore zero results. My k2 and gauss had hits from the doorway to the corridor where the activity had been but we kept getting taken into side rooms which had nothing. I think the poor guy was desperate and nervous and sadly let evidence go unnoticed because he kept pulling us away from what we were getting. 

When Sue and I got a chance to break off much later, we went and sat in the dark in the same area of corridor where the evidence was. We got knocks again. We got k2 flashes too and hopefully we also got evp's, but I've yet to review. 

In the cellar I also got massive spikes of wandering emf but only a few people witnessed it as our leader flogged a dead horse with a table tip. So the live web stream saw nothing, but stiff happened in the same room as the camera, take my word for it. 

Old School Rooms Write Up

OLD SCHOOL ROOMS, HAWORTH. 30/05/15

It was a warm night in May that I pulled up at the Old School Rooms location. The birds sang in the graveyard which the place was next to and I also saw the Bronte Parsonage which is a tourist attraction. The Bronte sisters taught at the school rooms and it was a joy to have secured it for an investigation. Si was already there with Jane and friend Felicity who had conducted base line readings and found a certain area of side wall to give off a high emf. In all probability this was natural. Apparently there was a locked door which had rattled upon approach but when Jane and Felicity had backed up and tried to make it happen again, they couldn't. We had a long set up on this occasion as we were waiting for a new couple of first time investigators but they got tied up and missed the evening. As we waited I ran an ESP test upon the assembled bunch and noted that 6 out of 25 was the highest correct answers, which meant there ESP powers were that of a mere mortal. 

I had Jane and Felicity separate and use a pendulum to find out an answer to the question 'how many spirits are here' and keep the answer to themselves. I ring my singing bowl to add expectation of evp's.,

I started protection for us all and Si said he felt a tugging on the leg of his shorts. Gill reported feeling giddy and also that she didn't 'feel' protected. Kevin said he felt wobbly. 

Our first action was for Si to knock out in the hope of a response. Then I suggested a breeze would be good. 

Si decided to walk to the back of the room and whistled in hope of a response. Nothing was heard BUT upon review of my audio recording, a whistle was heard in response about ten seconds after so an echo is ruled out. This is our first time getting a whistle back. 

Si whistles again but nothing is heard or caught. 

The k2 now rises to have 3 lights light up. This would suggest a natural raise perhaps, but we didn't do anything, so that's a good sign. 

Si continues to explain our equipment for any spirit listening. 

Si asks for a knock again. 

Chris "if you need energy, we invite you to borrow ours" 

Si "show yourself as a light"

Si and Gill hear 2 thuds. 

Si make a knocking noise or move the marbles outside" 

Chris "tug on our trousers of you like"

"If there's more than one of you, maybe work together"

Si "can you run up and down this floor perhaps?"

The church clock rings out the hour. 

Gill reports 2 knocks next to her. 

We consider that the Singapore Theory could be at play. 

Si "if you recognise that clock noise, can you knock once for yes?" 

Gill "I heard one very faint"

Si are you male? Once for yes, twice for no"

Andrea has a tune on her head. It's Ring-a-Ring-a Roses. 

The k2 on the stage bounces between 1 and 2 lights. 

We keep asking out for a while trying to gently coerce any spirit. Gill has the feeling of children about. 

I asked if the pendulum answers were higher than one and both Jane and Felicity  say yes. 

Jane writes her number secretly in my pad incase we manage to have the board agree later. Since children are hinted at, I put two marbles on the wooden floor. Kevin has a look through the keyhole of the closed off door and says the door moved. 

Gill stays down one end of the hall while we set up a Yes No table. A spirit wastes no time in moving our table.

The glass makes a circling pattern and we take this to be energy building. 

Kevin "move the glass to the middle when you are ready"

Andrea says she had a lain up her arm like an electric shock. 

I have to tell the spirit to try and keep the glass on the table. 

Kevin "knock on the torch to tell us how many spirits are present" 

Andrea gets a shock up the other arm which she has changed to. 

The glass knocks against the torch six times. 

Then the glass moves all the way off the table and we catch it. 

Si decides we need to be up on the stage for some reason. He isn't wrong. 

I grab my camera, still on the tripod as the table and crew, now up on the stage, basically chase the table as it jiggles around with ease. Normally there's a build up but since that isn't the case, I struggle to get things in place for filming. We have CCTV cameras set up to cover all general areas but I need to point my non nightvision camera right at this table and try torch light it with the other hand. 

The table loses all but Si's touch and yet the table is pulling away from him under his fingers. It leans away from his grasp and falls over. Si picks it up and instantly it's trying to escape his grasp and comes towards me as I try get a light shot which is in focus. 

"Are you joking me?" I say incredulously. 

Gill says, from way down the far end "bring the table to me"

It bucks away and then goes dead. 

Si "it's stopped"

Si now has only one hand on with his finger tips and then says "it's going again" 

The table continues to slide away from him as everyone else stares at it. 

I ask for the rest to put their hands on. 

Jane "I think it wants to go towards the doorway where the steps off stage lead to where Gill is"

The table is bucking much more gentle now. 

Then the table tips right over again. 

Si "that is unbelievable". I've not seen movement as quick and energised in a long while and Si is clearly impressed too. I myself, join the table and ask Si to film and hold torch. 

Chris "can you drag the table again please?"

Si "oh please do it worth it me on it" 

I feel nothing. 

There are three people on at this stage. A square table with me on one side, felicity next to me at 90 degrees and then Jane opposite me. 

Chris "can you do it again? I'd like to feel it too. Why have you gone quiet?"

Then, it tips away from me towards Jane. 

I then ask it to use the YES NO words in response to questioning. 

"Is this good fun?"

"Are you doing this in your own?"

"It's great what you did so far" 

"Sorry if you've worn yourself out" 

I ask Andrea to replace me. Si comes back and adds just one hand. 

Chris "can you please twist the table on the spot?" We hear a creak of wood and the table instead, tips to Andrea. 

Kevin "can you get this table up,on two legs and have these spinning around it?"

Chris "why don't you do Ring a Ring a roses?"

Boom-the table twitches and then turns with all feet on the floor. 

Si "I want to try something. Can you levitate this table?"

The table goes on to one leg. 

Chris "can you try and hit it from underneath or something?"

The table twists on all four legs 90 degrees and then back 90 degrees to how it started. 

I say that we need to actively use a CCTV cam to capture this. 

Kevin rigs up his nightvision cam. 

I leave my camera to add more energy and it weaves and wobbles progressively more violent. 

The table goes crazy and tips. 

I rack my brains for ideas wanting to monopolise on the strength of this energy. 

I lift the table out of the way and we all move our attentions to a large thick brown circular table which was already there on stage. 

I've only once seen a table of this weight tip and that was a much higher one at Cavendish Court. 

This one has a much lower centre of gravity plus it's four legs are spread out longer to make it stable. 

But it's all we've got to hand that's obvious. 

Immediately the table rocks left and right, left and right on its uneven legs. 

The table catches us by surprise as it slides about 2 feet. 

Then it revolves of the spot causing us to turn with it. 

I call for Gill To grab a CCTV static as quickly as possible. 

The table slides forwards and then backwards. 

Chris "Can you lift THIS table up onto two legs?"

It does so straight away. 

Chris "How fast can you go?"

The table lifts up to two feet and slams back down. 

Two of the legs of the table lift about one foot off the floor and is only slightly creaking when at 45 degrees. 

*There's no sound of us pressing down pre lifting.*

It's up and down onto two legs again and again, plus sliding across the stage. 

I actually have to call for it to stop as it's too much for me to take in. I have to remain sceptical if I can. 

I have to know how similar it looks if we DO work together and basically FAKE it. 

So I say "let's try and FAKE TIP it"

We all push down and it's obvious that our fingers are applying pressure rather than resting fingers on top.

Secondly there's a very noticeable creak of wood as pressure is applied to the outer rim of the table top. 

When Si and myself push down, the table creaks but won't tip up. When the others try and push down their end, the same noise is heard I mistakenly and even that way, it will not raise up two legs. 

So we fail to even FAKE tip it because of its leg placement and design. 

The only way for us to tip it any way at this stage is to noticeably put our fingers under the top section and give it an old fashioned lift. 

This rules our physical manipulation out. Totally. 

Same rules apply for the slide action. It's so heavy that it wouldn't slide if we all worked together and tried to apply a sideways force via our hands. Our fingers would slip before the table would slide. 

Upon lifting it naturally as we just demonstrated, the table top is seen to shift a few degrees before the central column and legs finally are made to follow the tip. 

But when the spirit did it, the table moved as a whole item. 

As we chat about how it's impossible for us to make it happen so easily, the spirit lifts the table and surprises us again. the creaking of wood, once again reduced drastically. 

The table becomes violent by comparison to our rubbish attempts. 

When it's stopped again, I ask if it can do old fashioned spirit rapping. 

"Can you give us two large knocks on this table please?"

"Is there a spirit with us?" 

Jane asks me to swap places with her. 

"Can you try knocking on this table please?"

The table slides towards Kevin and his camera. 

Gill "back the other way please "

"Take the table towards that door off stage please"

The table lifts towards door and then slams down hard. 

I remind everyone to have their contact be light as I'm concentrating on the creak aspect. 

Subconscious movement is pretty much ruled out because the accompanying noise is simply not heard. 

We decide to put one hand on each only to make it harder for us but of course this could be harder for spirit too. But we have to test the parameters. 

Gill starts asking for one person at a time to go two handed. 

We ask for movement a few times but all seems quiet. 

"I'm not surprised you need a rest"

Si "it's gone"

We sit at the largest of solid tables on pews holding hands. 

Chris "is this one too heavy?"

A noise is heard but it's disputed which direction it came from. 

Si "shhh, can you walk around again for us?"

Si "if I knock can you knock back?"

Chris "can you knock louder?" 

Si "could you copy me?" Si and Kevin hear three knocks. Gill and I hear none. 

Si "copy me and be loud" Si knocks. 

"Try again" Si knocks. 

Chris "I heard something but I'm conscious that we have turned the heating on so the radiators could be responsible."

Si asks us to settle in our seats. 

"Could you make some noise in any way please?" Possible  knocks are heard. 

Jane "can you do that again?"

I feel an electrical charge in my hand which is holding Jane's. I ask Jane if she felt anything odd but she didn't. 

As Gill and Jane talk about a spirit say on a particular pew, Si and his hand is pulling out of mine and he's leaning towards Andrea. 

Si "I'm getting pulled"

Chris "can you pull him the other way?"

Si then goes the other way towards me. 

Si "I'm doing my best to stay still"

Chris "you've got to call this one Si, it's personal experience"

Chris "can you push Si forwards into the table please?"

"Can you feel anything?" 

Si "yes my hands are going forwards"

Chris "the only real back up to this is if it does it to another person"

Si "it's gone"

I ask for someone else to be affected but nobody feels it. 

Si then begins to get pulled again after a few minutes. 

Kevin asks for the large table to be moved but it doesn't. 

We decide to try holding fingers up for the CCTV camera and not letting the board participants see what I've chosen. Gill and I know. 

I ring my singing bowl again. 

We begin ouija. 

R-R-R 9-0

R-R-R 90 spins round and round 90. 

Jane "why 90?"

Jane "can you tell us what that means please?" 90.........O,P

O-P-I-N.   YES..then it just roams about. 

Chris "is it worth calibrating the board Si?"

Si "move to 'J'" it does. "Move to number 4" it does.

"Are you the person who gave us RRR90?" YES

"Does that mean something of note to you?" YES

Obviously the thought of READING, WRITING and ARITHMETIC is in the air because of the school connotation. 

(Probably the worst example of a teaching abbreviation imaginable) 

Si "I don't want to put words in your mouth so I need you to explain what it's significants is". RRR90

Si "what did the three R's mean?" H-O-P-E (but then it continues.. ) NOPPPPPPP the glass draws a line left to right to left to right and then tips over. 

Jane "are you OK?" The glass spins and then tips over. 

We stand it up and it spins and tips over. 

Gill "are you a male? Spins and tops over. 

We stand it up and it goes left to right to left to right. 

Gill "stay off Si, do you want to talk to the ladies?" ( the glass doesn't move until Si puts his finger on) 

Si "there's something angry here Chris"

Chris "did the spirit say that?" 

Si "no but I felt angry earlier on".

Gill "it won't move without Si on it but it's like it doesn't want Si on it"

The glass spins and spins. Then tips. 

The conversation turns to identifying who the spirit doesn't want on the glass. (We need to explore this occurrence because it seems ludicrous when you think about it but on the other hand it does occur quite often.) 

Gill "take the glass to who you don't want on the glass" the spirit says Gill and confirms that it's Gill again. 

The glass saunters around the board aimlessly. 

Gilł "do you want something in the glass?" YES. The glass moves all over and won't settle. 

Si "it's just spelling nonsensical stuff"

Kevin "do you want to ask us a question?" G-O   A-W-A-X

Gill "you're not very good at spelling are you?"

"Why do you want us to go away?"

Chris "We will leave later tonight" N-O-W

Si "are you angry?" YES

Chris "what are you angry about?. Please spell it out"  O-U-R  H-O-M-E

"Sorry, who am I speaking to?" NO COMMENT 

Jane "Is this your home?" YES

"How long have you been here for?" 90

Chris "you say it's your home but hasn't it always been a school?" 90 90 90

P-I-P-I-P-I-P-I

Chris "sorry we don't know what that means and we don't want you to waste energy on things we don't understand"

Gill "take to the glass to YES if you're a Man or No if you're a female" glass goes and falls off edge of the table. 

Gill repeats this question when the glass is out back in the centre and the glass does the same action. 

Si repeats the question this time and the glass, once again drifts off the edge. 

Chris "including you, how many spirits are here?" 9 

Si felt a draft on his hand at this point. O-P-O-P-O-P

Si then says "it's gonna go off the edge again" as it makes its way to the edge. But it stops dead. 

"Oh you don't like being predicted do you?" NO

Chris "can you tell me who I have to thank for that table movement earlier? Was it you?" YES

Gill "but you would say that wouldn't you" YES

Chris "could you provide us with a name for you, even if it's made up, so we can address you respectfully?" 

M-I-L-LO-N

Si "Did you happen to see the number of fingers which Chris held up earlier?" 

The glass moves to 8 9 0 7 6 then 1 2 3 4 5. Was the spirit just identifying the numbers? 

Gill asks for the answer. The spirit goes to 7. 

I give it time to change the answer, hoping that this would subconsciously put the notion forward to the team with fingers on the glass that it's a wrong answer. 

The spirit says 7 is its final answer. 

This is correct. I had two fingers on one hand and five in the other. No one but Gill and I knew that and we were not in contact with the glass. I would say that this is of slight interest as a one off but over our investigations I'd say this experiment  has been correctly done five times. I would also have to add that the incorrect answer has been given three times. This is an on going experiment. 

Our next questions draw a blank and so we move once again to the heavy round brown table which impressed us earlier. 

Si simply says "go on then" the table rocks from small vibrations to a medium rattle. Then it spins and spins taking the participants with it. 

Chris "how fast can you change direction?" 

The change takes little over a second. There's no squeaking of fingers on the surface to show human interference. This alone is impressive. Ideomotor effect has NO place in this moment. 

I simply say "ok, surprise me" the table becomes something akin to a bucking bronco. 

I say to Kevin "just get the best shot you can"

Chris "if we stand still, can you jump the table off all legs?" 

"If you levitate this table, we're finished"

It doesn't manage. 

I ask instead for the table to spins on the spot under our hands but ask for the team to stay put. 

Andrea and Kevin even try and inspire it by singing Ring a ring of roses but we get nothing. 

Suddenly we all get really cold. A cold air which I breathe in and it fills my lungs with a breathe which I'd describe as 'a lungful of fresh air'. 

The table tipping ends. 

We try a pew instead of a table. This is something which I'm interested in. Why not use a chair instead? Does it have to be wood? Well, no it doesn't. Plastic planchette so work so why wouldn't a plastic chair. When I got into this field I simply started with the information which others informed me worked and listened to why they worked. 

They told me that the wood soaked up our energies better because it was made of a natural substance. 

I made it my mission to test this theory. As I say, plastic works too so that's the end of that belief. 

Si's 'special' emf meter which has sat on a table at the back all night suddenly flashes red for ages. 

This has no residing on any meter during base line readings and so is doubly interesting now. 

This meter rarely goes off and so our excitement is peaked when it does. 

We next try to use a waist high wooden trolley on wheels as a planchette of sorts down on the hall floor. We gather around it and put our fingers on lightly. Rather than the trolley move, Si is once again pulled backwards away from it. Si puts his hands on again and we see his top half pull back. The best back up plan for this would be for some,one else to witness this oddity. We are very lucky as Gill now has the same thing happen. What does it mean? I have no idea but it's to be logged and remembered. 

That was pretty much a wrap then. 

A bewildering night of evidence which I did my best to share online. I found it fascinating that it didn't get more likes. I asked a trusted investigator from another team to give me his unbiased opinion on how I could have bettered the video . I've taken these factors on board and intend to capture it better next time. But at the end of the day, if you are not there in person on the night, you will always have reservations about what you are seeing. 

The thing I take away forever fork this evening is the fact that I am the person who judges others videos and photos and this time the boot was on the other foot. Here we were presenting evidence and few people seemed to get too excited. 

But for me, I managed to rule out human interference, the ideomotor effect and reading the evidence in a biased way seeing just what I wanted to see. I saw the rules of physics challenged and broken through sight and sound. 

I was almost speechless as I had no counter argument to make, and that doesn't happen often. 

C WHITEHOUSE 2015  

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Otherworld Investigations invites WYPG

With West Yorkshire Paranormal Group joining us for our third investigation to this location, I was praying that the activity would be reproduced for Pat and team. Pat had been the one to help my me get started with creating my own team and I wanted to be able to give something back to her. I hoped tables flying would be that gift. I was unsurprised that my gauss metre fizzes into life as I was setting up and I said hello to the spirits and asked that they came through strong one last time. Pat had brought some new faces with her and this was their first experience. A face had been spotted looking out of the building awaiting Pat's arrival. As people sat waiting around our table, a lady sensed a dog brush past her legs. This has become a recurring theme in this building with three people unknowingly mentioning a spirit dog. 

Pat led us in protection and we started. 

Pats write up will hopefully do more justice than my memory does. I remember a spirit called 'Tom' came through, who is resident. Pat and Paul H sectioned themselves off into a corner and carried on with Tom. I believe a black shadow was seen walking across the room and meters activated. 

I took my team plus WYPG's Lila into the office where the table had levitated. A distant relative surprised Lila, as a lady came through and Lila was taken aback to have communication with her. We got the energies up and sure enough Lila witnessed the table floating too. We wanted more so we asked the spirit to show itself. We linked hands around the table and stared at the glowing green light of the K2 on top. From different angles we all reported seeing the effect of heat like a mirage over the green light. Unexpectedly and with no one touching it, the table jolted suddenly. We all jumped and then cheered. Excitedly we concentrated on it happening again and Paul H entered and witnessed the second untouched jolt. 

I apologise for having more gaps in the results than usual but my trusty dictaphone was placed alone in a room and usually I use that as dictation of the event. Finally though, there seemed to be a pattern with our equipment and activity. Paul H would turn the camera away from the meters and they respond until he tried to record it. My IR camera was taped to a table to record levitation but a second before it did, the camera is violently knocked enough to not film it. I don't have any explanation beyond... It didn't  want to filmed.

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Private Location

Posted by chris whitehouse on May 9, 2011 at 4:53 PM    

April 9th 2011

(We are sat at one end of the large work area)

Six people arrived at an undisclosed location with an uncertainty of what they would have happen. We were pleasantly surprised at our results. We set up a camera and two dictaphones and sat around a small table to take 'Protection'. Marie sensed that there were children running about down the far end of the building. We started with glass divination on a table marked with 'Yes' and 'No'. It took barely two minutes for the glass to move towards Yes. Usually the first hour is unproductive, so it was great having something this early. One man around the building was called Bill and his Grandad, also called Bill, used to work in this building long ago. I shall have to split these Bills into Bill jr and Bill sr to distinguish them. The questions and answers contained these,

“Do the spirits need our help?” “No”

The glass tipped and fell onto it's side.

Once stood back up it fell onto it's side again.

“Is there more than one spirit here?” “Yes”

“Did you used to work in this building?”. The glass tipped over again. We didn't know how to interpret this response.

Debbie joked,”shall we put a vodka in the glass?” The glass moved very fast to Yes.

“Do you still come here when people work through the day?” “Yes”

“Do you recognise anyone at the table?” The glass moved to Bill jr.

“Are you Bills Grandad?” “Yes”

“Are you happy where you are?” A very definite “Yes”

Bill jr asked “Did you used to meet me from school every night?” The glass moved fast to “Yes”

Bill, a psychic artist, is told that he is on the right path with his drawings of spirits and should continue. He only realised he was doodling the dead in the last twelve months.

Bill jr asked “Is Norman (Bill jr's Dad) with you?” “Yes”

The spirit seems to prefer us all to call him Grandad, so we do.

The glass doesn't stay still from this point, either moving as if it is ice skating around the table or staying in one place and yet turning on the spot.

“Is it nice where you are?” “Yes”

The spirit says it will help us through the night and doesn't seem to keen for us to have a coffee break.

(We gather in a small office still using a glass on the table) 65F

Bill jr “Are you with me at all times Grandad?” “Yes”

Marie asks a lot of questions about her spiritualist church and family and friends, some of which are also at the table. The glass at some points tips over again but we still don't know if this means a certain thing. The glass moves to Yes and No without hesitation, so we are none the wiser.

As we sit together in this office, out in the work place there are distant bangs and knocks which I go out to investigate and never hear a thing. As Marie asks questions about her being a Trance Medium, there is a banging repeatedly which gets louder and louder. This is clearly heard on my dictaphone. Some noises sound inside the room with us but also far away. The table itself shifts towards Marie. Then the table moves towards Bill who is sat opposite to Marie. I said that the spirit would get a chance to move the table later and the glass hurriedly went to YES.

“Are you enjoying tonight spirit?” “Yes”

The glass twists on the spot which trips our fingers into each other and yet the glass itself continues to turn. When the glass moves around in a circular movement it would seem to represent “I Don't Know”.

Marie asks who she can hear mumbling out in the work place. It appears to be Norman (Bills Dad).

'Grandad' confirms it to be Norman. Bill jr says that Norman has lifted tables for him in the past in spirit. Even in my coat I feel like my back is freezing and so I ask if there is a presence sat behind me. The glass moves to “Yes” Teela (Marie's Daughter) asks if she would be able to witness this energy and the glass moves to “Yes”. Many other personal questions are asked about people around the table and answers seem to satisfy. Towards the end of this session the glass moves in a figure eight and at the same time rotates itself so that its a real problem trying to keep our fingers on for a moment. Teela asks if there is a spirit dog around, “Yes”

I can say that I kept hearing a dog whining outside the office but I was worried that only I kept hearing it. Sometimes when one of your ears rings like a high pitch white noise naturally and you can hear it loudly but you know nobody else would hear it, that is what it felt like to me. It seemed I was hearing noises which only I could pick up at that moment. It seemed though that some of the others also had it, but not all. I am in no way a sensitive but this was interesting for me.

The moves in a circle faster and faster until it tips over. Marie asks “Will Chris get evidence on his camera this evening?” “Yes”

Although we are talking to Bill all the time Marie ends one session saying “I must ask about a William when we get back.” Before I have got to this audio in my editing, a friend finds out himself that his Grandad used to work there and he was called William. Marie and the rest of us never ask about a William though unfortunately.

(we are back in the office using just fingers lightly on the table)

We sit and gather our energies for a couple of minutes and ask for the table to lift up. The table rises onto two of it's four legs. I ask for the table to lift at the other end instead, baring in mind that everyone's fingers are lightly not moving on the top of the table only. The table does as asked and raises at the opposite end. Then the table lifts onto just one leg and when asked if it can twist on one leg it proceeds to rotate three quarters of a full rotation. Someone asks if the table can stand on each one leg in turn. The table goes from leg number one to only leg two and then just number three and finally leg four. This shows that at we all faking at one point or the table is really not controlled by us. The table stands on the very point of a right angled leg. We asks for the table to jump up off the floor and levitate but sadly doesn't. We ask for the table to tip towards people by name and it does so without error. We ask for the table to be thrown over and it tips completely down with a bang.

Finally the table is dragged under our finger tips on all four legs towards Bill jr.

We charge up a glow in the dark ball under a light and place the ball on the table. My none night vision camcorder struggles to see the evidence during this session but my eyes could see. The audio still provides interesting moments. With fingers on the table the table tips to roll the ball towards a named person and stays on the table edge each time unless allowed to fall. The table starts making strange wood creaking noises for the first time which the audio confirms on my camcorder. We take our hands off and the table continues to creak for two minutes as if its under pressure. 39 mins in the table is asked to move and it falls over, ball and dictaphone hitting the floor. We ask for a bang and I capture a soft bang. One minute later another bang is recorded. The table starts to creak without being touched and the table does not move from the very corner of the table.

We start another session of glass divination. The glass moves freely.

“Is that Grandad bill?” “Yes”

“Did you move the table at the end of the last session and make it creak?” “Yes”

There follows more questions which are personal to the group and so can't be used here.

The glass spins and there is a bang outside of the office.

“Did you make that noise outside Grandad bill?” “Yes”

Marie hears a dog barking and says that dogs are related to spiritualist protection.

The glass starts to spin out of control and Teela asks if the spirit would stop and it immediately stops. Then Teela asks “How fast can you go?” The glass goes as fast as I have ever seen.

Marie says “Can you stop please?” The glass stops.

The glass continues to spin as we all hear noises outside.

As the glass spins Teela asks if it can spin in the other direction and it stops and goes in the other direction at once. I capture a noise which sounds in part like a bird outside but also like a baby crying. Two minutes later I say I hear a dog howling close by. Four minutes later I hear a dog again.

Teela asks if the spirit can take the glass to each of the four corners of the table in turn which it does. The glass spins to a point where it falls over. We hear noises outside in the work place and ask if this is Norman and the glass says yes. Grandad Bill seems to dominate our sessions and he admits via the glass that he won't let anyone else have a go. Marie says she is hearing marching in the work place and I capture a Bang. I put the dictaphone on the floor a capture another Bang which I felt under my feet. A few more bangs are heard and felt. Debbie asks if two young boys named Thomas and James are with us and the glass responds “Yes”

“Did the boys have an accident with the trains?” (We are very close to a train track outside.)

We hear a bump. The glass moves to Yes. Three more bumps occur as we continue to a close for a break.

(We move to the other end of the work place out in a large area)

We start table tipping and have results straight away. The table crashes to the floor.

Then the table sands onto one leg. I ask if the table can be dragged. The table spins and pulls towards me a little so I reach out a hand and ask for the table to touch me. It twists and drags until it is touching my outstretched hand. Soon after I ask if the table will drag on all four feet it does so. Debbie asks if it will come to her as she is in the opposite direction. The table drags a lot towards her and then tips on two legs into her. We ask if the table can be thrown over and it crashes down.

As we discuss what to try next we hear a further loud bang.

(We move into a small office again to use the Ghost box)

A ghost box is a radio which scans all the stations without ever stopping on a station therefore there is a lot of white noise and snippets of radio chatter which some believe spirits can manipulate to speak through. Where some noises can be twisted to fit what you imagine, I try to only document the words that are most roundly formed no matter what they are. This is my first time using a Ghost box.

I start the machine running just after my dictaphone but before my camcorder. As I explain to Bill jr what this machine does we hear a voice appear to say “Hiya” before I have turned the lights off.

Here are the words which I recorded.

“Hi”

“Can you give us a name?” “Bill”

“Losers”

“Can you say CROSS?” “CROSS” At the time this went unnoticed.

“Bill”

“Bill”

“Bill”

“Bill”

“Can you give a name of someone around the table?” “Chris” (female voice)

“Chris” (male voice)

“Here”

“Bedtime”

Then there is a break where we try and get the energies up again.

We start with a prayer and sit quietly and hear a knock on wood in the room.

Teela and someone else reports that they think they can feel a pulse in the table.

I tell the spirit which seems to be tiring to do what it needs to do to build its energy. The glass suddenly gets up to a moderate speed. “Can you stop the glass please?” It stops.

Another Bang in the room.

(We continue with the Ghost Box)

We ask for a name of someone around the table and I did think that I heard a Chris said twice in a gruff voice but i'm not convinced that it is not just the glass scraping on the table as it moves.

“Can you tell us a name?” “NO”

“Chris”

“Do you like this machine?” “NO”

“Would you like us to take it off the table?” The glass moves to Yes.

We close down with a prayer to finish the session. We hear a strange noise that I cannot really describe.

As we all leave the office and chat a little my dictaphone continues to run with our faded voices in the background.

After five minutes I capture a Breath next to the recorder. Its fascinating but creepy.

I am left alone in the building and leave my recorder running until the very last second. I talk out loud to the spirits listening that they have only a minute or so left to be heard. I capture another noise of some kind that was not heard at that moment.

Cavendish Court

Posted by chris whitehouse on May 29, 2011 at 5:34 AM    

Our team had the cafe and the main section of the courtyard to ourselves for the evening with the owner giving us some stories to go on before she left. She said that she had seen a tall black figure pass her out in the courtyard before and also felt that she had three spirits in the shop who she coexisted with pleasantly. The cellar had a history of a suicide by a male but again he didn't cause problems for the owner. As most of us gathered in the cafe awaiting the last of our group I set a dictaphone running in the cellar for five hours before retrieving it. I left to go outside as the last people turned up and re-entered the cafe to have people tell me of twelve footsteps coming up the stairs a moment ago. At least three people confirmed that they had heard them. All I recorded on my dictaphone was one bump. This is strange though because if their ears heard it but not my equipment, then it was not a normal sound frequency as even in the cellar my recorder hears every word spoken by the group a lot further away and yet only picked up one bump from the footsteps climbing the cellar steps. We sit down around a large table and ask out. My recorder picks up a bump in the cellar. At the table we ask the glass to count out in rotations how many spirits there are in the building, to which it answers 19. Sue sees a male and female looking into the café window but thinks that the public have a way through the yard, but all the gates are locked and only I have the keys. As the table upstairs makes brief contact with a 'Tony', my recorder hears a bump and then a knock. Tony was identified as a Medium friend of members of the present circle. The next name to come forward is 'Darren'. Darren says that his son worked in this area. As I retrace my steps around the shop (where earlier I found no other electrical surges other than the fridge and microwave) I walk near one corner and my Gauss meter rises and shrieks up to four and a half Mg. for thirty five seconds and then it stops dead. People had seen flashes of light in this corner and now we are drawn towards it. I fail to make it happen again. We ask for the spirit to go back to the Gauss metre which I have now left on a handrail. The glass indicates that yes it will do it again. All we hear is the device click briefly. The spirit is asked to go near me as I stand close to my device and I can see the needle wobbling but the sound not activating. Later when I check my photos there are lights caught in that area. We decide to relocate to that corner where a heavy brown high topped table is for us all to stand around. There are a pile of toys over there that start to sing their electrical tune as we move a couch out of the way. The sound is coming from a box at the bottom that we cant actually touch. Two minutes later the toys sing again. Three minutes later they do it again. We are finally ready to start glass divination on this heavy table but are surprised to find the large table is tipping and so hurriedly remove the glass. This was a shock to me too as the weight in this table would have stopped me from attempting to table tip with it. However the large table rotated and leant dangerously and cold air was detected. Later photos of the table base caught lights beneath it. But it doesn’t last long enough to get more communication. We relocate again to a small table and contact 'David Peterson'. He table slides around the floor impressively but again few answers are taken. Bill has to back away from the group as he feels his body is being taken. My recorder picks up a bang in the cellar. I decide to go down the stairs alone in the dark for ten minutes while the group ask for any spirit to come down into the cellar and touch me. I sit there waiting to be touched but feel zero.

The next name we get is 'Victoria'. She says that she has a message for the owner we cant seem to get it. Victoria says that she passed over fifty years ago. Vague answers follow and so I get frustrated and we stop. We refresh and then get David again who thinks Victoria is confused and he says that he is definitely not. David says he goes in the courtyard and the car park sometimes. We did catch a photo out in the seating area with four lights in a square formation but had no other communication.

Any interesting communication was annoyingly brief and it was as if they didn't want to communicate with us. There seemed to be some electrical field walking around but other than that it was all vague.

The next day though the owner said she felt a forth presence. She went down to the cellar and asked aloud who it was. A voice said 'John' in her ear. Two other members complained that they seemed to have taken an entity home with them.

West Riding pub in Leeds.

Posted by chris whitehouse on July 5, 2011 at 1:29 PM    

West Riding Pub July 2nd. 2011 We were told in the bar area that damage done by spirit was becoming a problem for the owners because repairs are costing too much. We were led up one floor and in the middle of this long corridor I felt a little thick headed and there was a fuggy smell. We entered a second staircase to the floor above and saw a run down corridor with eight rooms off from it. The furthest end was dark and had one room where a lady had taken her life. Staff wouldn't come up to this level if they could help it. This was creepy due to it's appearance and so understandable that you would feel uneasy. As we set up, we discovered a staircase which led back down to the corridor below but it was blocked off. Sue took some photos and said she did not like this set of stairs. I walked over with my Gauss meter. I descended the stairs and my metre crackled into life where a glass door was propped up against a wall. The metre wouldn't go off in front of it or behind it, just up close to the glass. I went back up thinking there was probably an electrical source around that I couldn't see. The electricity was not connected to the floor where we were to be working. I reached the top of the stairs in time for the gauss metre needle to jump around from 1 to 10 to 5 to 8 to 2 and the accompanying noise was a first. It was like an eager puppy happy to greet us. Then it stopped as I asked for it to let us set up first. The fire alarm went off three times whilst we unpacked. The owner scratched her head. Whilst I was finishing setting up, I heard the others already communicating in the entrance end of the floor with the K2 metre illuminating fully in answer to questions. Once we were finally set up we did protection and started with a glass on my table. Two minutes in the glass weakly moved but not to yes or no as asked. Was it possible that this spirit didn't know what sex it was? Through trying different facts we decided that this seemed like a young child. We asked if it wore a dress and this time it went to yes. We put marbles under the glass and invited the girl to play with them. The glass moved excitedly and the marbles spun inside the glass. We added more marbles as we went on, as a reward. we couldn't get a name but what was arrived at was that she was an orphan and a lady spirit looked after her. We later learnt that an elderly patron of the pub was chased off this land when she was a girl, by a spirit child on a bike. We asked the girl if she would go and get an adult. Si said he felt cold at his left side. I took a picture towards that direction and got a large bright light in the doorway. The next spirit was a male who used to drink here. Was this the same man who was seen sat drinking in the bar by staff at 6:30am when closed? He said yes. We found his name was Norm, not Norman he said. He had died as recently as 1984. This information was likely to be true to other stories, said the barman afterwards. This was not the man responsible for the damage in the bar area. Near the end of the session i felt dizzy and i would describe the feeling as having had one or two drinks. My arms trembled and i felt short of breath. We took a break and moved to the other end of the dark corridor because we were on a very short tome allowance. Throughout the breaks we picked up an unease in the corridor below. Each time I walked through I got a headache until I went to another area. I have never suffered with headaches even when Ill so it's becoming common for me to assume that it means a slight sensitivity to feeling spirits near. I think it's just a case of the more you investigate then the more you get used to the signs that you would previously ignore. The final room brought a different spirit. It was an adult female called Mary. She was the one who caused havoc downstairs. Mary just wanted to he noticed obviously. She had come up from London on a train, leaving all her friends behind. Mary was so very lonely and was desperate for acknowledgement that she was around in spirit now. We were in room 22 and this was a room that Mary said was her favourite. We explained that we were short on time but would return. We said she liked to wave from the window and we promised to wave when we left. My throat felt sore and I got a headache. We asked if this was the uneasy presence from the second floor and Mary said yes. I asked for Mary to take him off me and in an instant I felt absolutely fine. She said she would protect us until we left from the man. Upon telling the bar staff what had happened with us, it was backed up by a story of a man who had waved at a lady in the window one time. Also on the night, a staff member had seen a man in overalls in the cellar. This must've been Norm. Two staff members had glasses smash in their hands too. Mary admitted that she was responsible. We asked the staff to say Hello and Goodbye as part of their day to make Mary feel included. I look forward to coming back for a full night.

Private Location visit 2

Posted by chris whitehouse on July 5, 2011 at 3:46 PM    

We returned to my work place at short notice. I arrived alone and unpacked my equipment before the group arrived. As I washed up some cups in the kitchen downstairs I heard someone had entered the workplace and was walking along the upstairs flooring. I walked upstairs to find noone there.

Sue and Bill turned up and as they chatted we heard the gauss metre spring to life. This happens three times prior to starting. We have eight people in all and we start with table tipping. We expected more so sat a larger coffee table on top of my usual small table with a glass on top. As we do protection the gauss metre crackles again. Two minutes in the glass does not move, the table tips though, even though we only have a finger on the glass. Because we have two first timers, I instruct to everyone not to automatically move the glass back to the middle once it has moved. With the tables tipping I know we have a spirit.

“Have we met you before?” “YES”

“Bill is that you?” “YES”

“Were you upstairs when I was washing up?” “YES”

The spirit says that it would prefer that we call him Grandad Bill.

Si tells Grandad Bill that we have sealed envelopes with cards inside that have different names of colours on. We asked if he could identify the contents later. Grandad Bill didn’t seem to be able to see inside the envelopes. Si asks if it was Grandad who kept setting the equipment off earlier and he says “YES”. I take a photo of the group and see a ball of light next to the team. We take off the top table since the tables are tipping. My torch comes on whilst sat on a chair. With the gauss metre going off and a ball of light as well as a torch lighting up untouched, I ask “Is there more than just you here?” “Can you spin the table if......” The table spins with a force. “WAIT Bill, I haven't finished...Can you spin the table if there are more spirits here?” The table spins. Hayley feels like she has been prodded in the back. Then there’s a breeze felt near the table. Next Sue starts feeling ill and very sick so she has to sit on the floor to regain composure. Sue said he foot was freezing and she starts coughing. Bill asks his Grandfather if he can make the table jump. We all see the table lurch a couple of inches. The table seemed to hop and having it so soon was surprising. We find five spirits working with us and they make for a very strong alliance. Our equipment surrounds us and goes on and off at different moments. A couple of people describe seeing a shadowy figure stood in a far corner and a cold spot next to the table. I take a picture and get lights right in the cold spot. The loading bay seems to scare some people too and I get lights down there too. Claire hears noises in the kitchen and bravely offers to go down there with Laura as we ask for the spirit to touch her. She seems to hear cups clinking and feet shuffling behind the closed door. The torch glares brightly and the gauss crackles. The rest of us put only one finger on the table each and still the table tips and falls to the floor.

Six of us move to the small office and Claire and Si shine a ghost grid (A laser beam grid)into the shadow figure corner. The six of us see the K2 light up as we settle. We ask Grandad Bill if he likes the light of the ghost grid and he replies “YES”.

I place my Dictaphone in the kitchen for the next three hours and catch mutterings and knocks. The wooden chairs definatly slightly rock at one point. Claire comes close to entering the kitchen and there are a few bumps from within and she gets a little freaked out. In the office we get the table to jump even more violently from one leg to all four. Each time we try and coerce the table into levitating it seems to get closer. We sit in the dark now to bring the spirits closer and my none nightvision camera cannot see the following events. Our excitement made concentrating on our equipment secondary to be honest. Our efforts paid off as I had my fingers on the end of the table which still had contact with the ground. I was unnerved when I felt the pressure from under the table when it skipped violently from two legs to the other two legs. We gave the spirits a round of applause and asked eagerly that it was repeated. But even better than we expected....the table rose in a uniform fashion up and up until we all gasped as it was obviously flying off all legs. As that dawned on us the table which was not being held underneath crashed from six inches off the floor back down. Stunned at what we had seen we asked and received this a second time. Sue and I swapped places with Si and Claire so that they would witness it too. Sue and I were left scared of going down to the kitchen. We edged closer down the steps but the office we were just in was suspended over where we just were. We could hear movement in the kitchen we thought. As we strained to hear there was an almighty bang and then a cheer as the table levitated the highest yet and crashed down. I’m told that the table must have risen twelve inches into the air!!

The atmosphere was becoming too strong for my liking. I got into this to experience spiritual presence but I actually wasn't prepared for it so full on. I felt uncomfortable to be honest and out of my depth. I felt I had lost control of the night, even though it was thrilling. What if the force I had felt pushed one of us off the loading bay?

We changed offices and bangs on the floor were stronger and stronger and you could feel them under foot. I had to ask Granddad Bill if I was still in his good books because I was ill at ease. He said yes it was fine. It reminded me of when a puppy jumps up in your face to be friendly but hurts you by accident and I was scared that Granddad Bill could hurt us by mistake. We wanted to take advantage of this strong spirit and speak to him via a ouija board but Granddad Bill gave the biggest bang I have heard a spirit make to signify No. So we respected his wishes and promised that we wouldn't. We all felt excited and shocked at the flying table. Also a few of us investigated spiritual protection more thoroughly for next time. It was so amazing that I invited Pat and West Yorkshire Paranormal Group to share the experience the week after. 

Evidence, worthy or not?

When I got into this paranormal game, I thought that the idea was to gain evidence to help prove to others, the existence of spirit. Over the four years of doing it I've posted scraps of evp's and even table tipping videos or ouija glass moments which in my mind are of fascinating insight. 

But rather than being gushed over by the followers of the pages, all I seem to get at best are a small handful of emotionless 'likes'. 

Even team mates seem to be only half interested at most. Why is this? 

Evidence seems to be far less important than I imagined. So what is of value? I guess the act of being in the room is the only reward in the long term. 

The best photos or videos you post will always have detractors. The fact that you have a reputation for debunking fakes etc  doesn't seem to have an impact on what you present. 

What reward would you actually get fit posting a great but if fake evidence anyway? 

It's not as if fame and notoriety beckons off the back of a photo of a weird camera smudge. 

Maybe it's only worth something as a reminder of your own experiences. 

My first taste of investigating

I arrived at Holmefield Mill at almost ten pm with my sister Becky. We were eager to start our paranormal investigation. For my sister and I this was to be the realising of a dream. I've spent years watching and reading about Ghosts and still couldn't believe that I'd stumbled across an investigation less than a mile from my house and in only three weeks time. There were lots of people already milling about and when I was led inside there were about fifty people gathered around a makeshift kitchen drinking coffee. It felt great to be in a group of likeminded people. I noticed some people had embroidered tops on with the initials of the leading team, West Yorkshire Paranormal Group. I'd visited their site a few times when I looked into starting my own group up with Becky. It was exciting seeing the metal briefcases containing the equipment which was to he used that night. 

I noticed a lady called Pat who was the head of the team and     That made me more excited. A man called Paul gathered us to go over rules and regulations and then Pat gave a few short words of encouragement. We all got to have a try with the dowsing rods and some people took to it easier than others. 

Then we finally separated into groups which included a couple called Alan and Ayshia plus a three generation family of five, two grandparents, two parents and young teenager Alex. 

Teri and Rick led us firstly into the garage area for a walkaround which the automatic lighting spoilt a little for us. 

From here we were led to the dance class area upstairs which the grandparents struggled with climbing. As we stood silently in a circle holding hands Ayshia said she had a ringing in her left ear and soon after Becky had the same too. I wondered if maybe this was just caused by anxiety triggering fast blood flow but when I got toothache in my left side and Becky got a sore throat then I wondered what was happening. We moved on to the room next door once another team had left. Again we sat in a circle and asked for toys to be played with etc. Nothing seemed to happen unfortunately until we took the circle out into the corridor. My sister reported that she wanted to dance and sing as we chatted to Rick and he wondered if my sister was picking up a spirit energy. With this thought he sat my sister on a chair in the centre of our circle and invited the spirit to interact. The was a ping on the back of Ricks chair like metal on metal, this was much louder than the creaks and groans of our chairs. So we kept asking for something to happen until my right leg grew abnormally cold to the point that my body shook with the feeling. I overheard a member of the observation crew tell Teri that using the thermometer I was four degrees 'C' than the rest of the group. What really interested me was when my colder leg bumped into something I had not seen until now. We had brought over one chair too many. Was a presence joining us? I hoped this was the case and I tried to talk to it saying "don't be afraid of me because I'm not afraid of you". Soon after my insides felt cold as if I had swallowed ice. I couldn't rationally explain this because it felt abnormal. Becky and others saw black figures roaming the large columned space we were in. I think it was Teri who detected that there were two children, brother and sister who worked at a young age in the mill and the 'Overseer' or Foreman also were walking amongst us. One of the observers was sat on a pile of crash mats  and felt someone sit down next to him and when he put the torch he saw there was an indentation left on there.  Sadly it was time for a break so all the teams swapped stories with each other. One man had scratches on his neck from being in the nursery. Becky and I were even more keen to carry on at this point and took a couple of pictures of the scratches. We also met another few team members and asked questions. 

Rick rallied the team together once more and we went to the nursery with a nervous sense of expectation. We were allowed to roam as long as we weren't alone. Becky and Ayshia both saw a shadow duck down behind a floor standing bookshelf. Two people seeing the same thing is something to seriously think about. My sister and I explored a dark corridor bravely off from the main nursery which proved to lead to a staff toilet. It was as we walked back to the group that I thought i heard a shuffling noise but I couldn't determine it to have not been imagined as it was faint. We all sat in a circle again under some hanging mobiles that taught children shapes. We tried asking spirits to manipulate the four hanging mobiles to point to the door. We never stated which door of which there were four or five so seeing these twist slowly and then faster had varied results depending on which door each person had chosen in their mind. With ten us say underneath we would probably have had a lot of heat rising upwards so I took no evidence from this.  The only thing that happened of note was Alan and Becky asking out for something to effect me. Nothing did so Alan looked across at the kids table in front of him and said "move the little table". Seconds later Becky's table made a loud noise and Becky described the table jumping at one corner. This table was the smaller of the ones Alan and Becky were on so maybe this had been answered.

There was another break and it seemed that most people had gone for one reason or another. It was about four am when Becky and I were a little downhearted thinking that was the end but luckily Rick suggested we go on to try glass divination and table tipping in the boxing ring room. It was at this point that it was just Alan, Ayshi, Becky and I left with Rick and Teri etc. We also were joined by Paul on camera from here. Five of us sat around a small round table with the letters Y and N for yes and no. We all put our fingers on as Rick led a protection ritual to keep us safe. We asked things such as "are you male?" nothing, "are you female?", nothing, "are you an animal?" the glass moved to yes. This is where the waters get muddy with the information provided because I don't believe anyone was pushing the glass as I was opposite Becky who I trusted and she trusted me and we were checking the people next to us to see if they were influencing on purpose. Becky suggested that we point downwards onto the glass so we could almost discount pushing by mistake. The glass answered further questions this way and also twisted on the spot when asked. As regards the information taken whether it was true or not, this is what we were told. 

George Stephenson was the foreman who still roams the mill and he pushed a young girl but didn't mean to kill her. She received facial injuries to her left side and died. The girl was called Victoria and her brother was Edward. 

The spirit we got this information from was called Ralph Davison or Davidson and he built or owned the mill. He wa happy to still be around. Becky reminded him of his wife as the glass kept pushing towards her pretty fast. 

1873 seemed to be of significance. 

Unfortunately table tipping was not achieved on this occasion. 

Finally we went back into the large corridor where we'd had best results. Paul seemed adamant that he could sense someone walking amongst us. All of a sudden Alan seemed in a daze and he slumped luckily against a column behind him. He was taken out to have a break. As Paul stood looking through his viewfinder he said "he's here now" and was pushed off his feet into Becky who stopped him from falling over.  Becky and I continued to feel a moving cold spot pass into and through us. This was the most interesting aspect for us as beginners.  So plenty to think about for us.  We look forward to our next case if we can get one.

Chris Whitehouse.

Best evidence so far

Four years into investigating and I've seen something which I cannot explain away as anything except spirit energy. 

Last night PPS were at the Old School Rooms in Haworth where the famous Bronte sisters used to teach. We tried table tipping with my small YES NO table and instantly it took of jumping around like a puppy. It slid and twisted with barely any contact from us. In fact the table ended up with my colleague Si only on, with one hand and even then the table was firing away from him and he had managed to keep one set on fingers on. This wasn't the best evidence in question but it did lead us to remove my table and put our fingers on a large and terribly heavy, dark brown, circular table. Within ten seconds the thing slid across the floor and then rotated. I asked if it could tip this heavy table and within seconds it was stood on two long legs. It slammed down and spun around easily. As we flappe around trying to grab a nightvision CCTV camera, I used my non night vision camcorder and a few torches. I managed to catch some of the tipping which illustrates how we were not lifting the table from underneath, by hand or foot. 

When the activity was out of breath so to speak, I asked the team for us to purposefully try and do the same movement to see if we were fooling ourselves. Normally we would report that my small table requires us to work as a team with our movements but this time we could find no way to tip the table from the top even as we put all our strength on the surface. This showed that we simply couldn't even fake it. I was blown away and it left me having to work through what I'd witnessed. I now had that cast iron experience which I could relate back to if things became muddy later on with my beliefs. Ok, it's not seeing an apparition or whatever but it was the best thing yet. 

The spirit tried to tell us to GO AWAY. 

I'm still processing the night. It was awesome.