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Enfield Poltergeist. London

In 1977 a small semi-detached council house in Enfield, North London,

In 1977 a small semi-detached council house in Enfield, North London, became the centre of an investigation into poltergeist activity.

The case of the Enfield Poltergeist held the nation spellbound 30 years ago, and continues to this day! All manner of professions where caught up in the story which puzzlled policemen, psychics, experts in the occult and hardened reporters alike .

This May Sky Living is airing a 3 Part drama based upon the events at the house in Enfiled. Called the  The Enfield Haunting
http://www.sky.com/tv/show/the-enfield-haunting

Enfield Poltergeist involved levitation, furniture being moved through the air, and flying objects swirling towards witnesses. There were cold breezes, physical assaults, graffiti, water appearing on the floor, and claims of matches and wiring spontaneously bursting into flame.

Mrs Harper and her four young children who lived at the property where subjected to unexplained knocking on the walls, furniture moving across a room by its self amongst other terrifying events that would lead on of Britain’s national papers into the foray. The family in the Enfield case consisted of a mother, two daughters and two sons; Margaret aged 12, a younger sister Janet aged 11, Johnny aged 10 and Billy aged 7.

Investigation

The incidents were duly investigated by Maurice Grosse and Guy Lyon Playfair, both members of the SPR, who were convinced by the evidence which they encountered during their thirteen month investigation. The investigators captured the event of a chair being flung across one of the young girls bedrooms, with a signed affidavit to that effect by serving policewoman. Interference with the electrics, knocking on walls and floorboards, blankets torn from the beds, and even accounts of the children levitating in mid air all added to the horrors the Harpers had reported and now the investigative team had to endure.

Of all the accounts recorded by Maurice Grosse and Guy Lyon Playfair, the most troubling is that of  the daughter Janet aged 11, the young girl at the centre of the events seemingly acted as the mouthpiece for Bill Wilkins, a foul-mouthed, grumpy old man who had died in the house many years before.

Janet was witnessed and recorded speaking using false vocal folds for hours on end while she was apparently possessed by another entity. Speaking in this way is believed to be impossible, although not medically proven. When speaking with the false cords Janet said she was “Bill” who had died in the house of a brain haemorrhage. The “Bill” persona habitually made jokes and exhibited a very nasty temper, swearing at Maurice, once calling him a “fucking old sod”.

Several recordings were made of these occurrences by the BBC, who left recording devices to capture any audio anomaly’s, when the recording team recovered the devices they found the metal inside of the recording machines bent, and all recordings erased.

Later due to the mounting media interest Grosse was contacted by a man who claimed to be Bill’s son, who in turn confirmed the details of his father death and personality.

Over the course of 13 month many inexplicable events took place, at least 26 of which the investigators considered could not be accounted for by fraud. These included moving furniture, flying marbles, interference with bedclothes, cold breezes, pools of water on the floor, apparitions, physical assaults, graffiti, equipment malfunction and failure, disappearance and reappearance of objects, apparent levitations, and fires which spontaneously ignited and extinguished themselves.

Naturally, many questioned whether it was all a hoax — but no explanation other than the paranormal has ever been convincingly put forward

More Information About Enfield Poltergeist

Watch the trailer for The Enfield Haunting – the brand new three part drama series coming soon to Sky Living HD

Haunted House. Cuckfield. Sussex.

I had been invited to another friend’s house in a little village called Cuckfield which is in West Sussex.

Cuckfield is a large village in the district of West Sussex, England. It lies 34 miles (55 km) south of London, 13 miles (21 km) north of Brighton, and 31 miles (50 km) east northeast of the county town of Chichester.

Its in the Village of Cuckfield where our latest personal account comes from courtesy of Kevin Conway.

Many years ago I had been invited to a friends house in a little village called Cuckfield. I had stayed at the house before with no unpleasant experiences. So this was quite a surprise.  The names I’m going to give are all changed as I have my own theories as to what happened and frankly I don’t believe my friends would thank or believe me if they were to learn of my suspicions.

One weekend I traveled down as a guest at a party for my friends two year old son, we’ll call him Ben, his parents, particularly Mike the father, had been a friend of long standing, but I had now known Sue his wife for several years. It was summer and the majority of the party was staged outside in a quite large garden, the weather was great, the sun was out, there was no breeze. What took place however happened in the house so it’s perhaps best to give a general impression of what this was like.

Although the house was double fronted (window on each side of the front door) the house was in fact semi detached. I’m thinking it was of early Victorian build because of the styling of the front and the fireplaces etc inside. The front door opened to a hall way which rose at the end into the stair way. Facing in there were two doors on the right, the first was a small study and the next was into the kitchen. On the left was the door into the living room, this room ran the length of the house and had a sash window at the front and French windows at the back. Neither of these were open.

The party was going well, Ben and his friends were all running about as kids do at parties and the adults were helping themselves to the food and beverages available. Sue and I were both smokers so at various intervals we would retire inside the house for a crafty cigarette. We would quietly disengage from the party and go into the living room shutting the door for privacy. On this occasion we were just talking generally, catching up and enjoying our cigarettes. Sue was in a chair to the right of the door and I was sitting on the sofa to the left of the door. Suddenly, without warning – there was no noise, the door dramatically burst open. At first I expected to see Ben with his hands outstretched, standing giggling in the doorway.

From my position I could see the hall and the stair case, Sue could see the hall up to the study door and into the kitchen. There was no one there and there had been no time for anyone to throw the door open and not be seen. It gets better. At the speed that the door opened it should by rights have swung completely on its hinges and straight into the wall. It didn’t, the door came to a sudden full stop half way through its turn, as if someone were holding it. I have to admit that I didn’t know what to think, I looked at Sue who was gauging my reaction but not saying anything. I felt it odd that there was no shared look of surprise on her face, after a pause we merely picked up the conversation from where I think we had left it.

That night I was given the front bedroom to sleep in, this was over the living room. I don’t remember it being very late by the time I got to bed, but despite being summer it was nevertheless dark. I was quite tired and lay in bed and turned off the light. There was a street lamp on the road nearby so there was still some light. As I shut my eyes and tried to drift off I suddenly became aware of something a rapidly developing and irrational sense of foreboding. It’s difficult to explain but it felt like there was something in front of my bed hovering near the ceiling defying me to sleep because if I did….

I switched on the light and sat upright. Whatever it was I could practically hear its thoughts, this was a heavy threatening malevolence I had never encountered before. I knew if I shut my eyes I would find out what true terror was. It seemed to want me to understand that sleep should be the last thing I should do but tormenting me at the same time with its inevitability.

As time went on my eyelids began to get very heavy as I resisted with all my strength the urge to sleep, I could actually hear them closing slowly and had to force myself to keep them open. I was really desperate for the morning to come. At various times I felt myself drifting off only to feel the entity reminding me of its presence and I jolted myself back. I tried to distract myself by reading but realised quickly that lowering my guard was not the best thing to do. Then after several hours of feeling this impending threat I noticed the atmosphere suddenly became acutely more oppressive. A kind of heaviness, a change in pressure, the gnawing exertion and anxiety of staying awake. Perhaps this was it making its move? I was hit by a wave of nausea that demanded I immediately use the bathroom.

To say I was scared is to put it mildly, I have never run so fast or so blindly. I was violently ill and would be so on two more occasions during the rest of the night as the thing continued its hostilities. When the morning light started to show, I felt a tremendous relief and a lifting of the sense of threat. I never mentioned any of this to either Mike or Sue, but tried to restrict my overnight stays afterwards. Subsequent visits became easier when Ben outgrew his cot and moved into the front bedroom.

I never heard of Ben having any problems. My visits to Mike and Sue have gradually petered out over the years, Ben will now be in his teens. The reason I have not seen so much of them is that wherever they have lived since Cuckfield, they have moved a couple of times, I have always felt uncomfortable and unable to sleep. The visits in any event were fraught, Ben has an unrecognised (by his parents) hostility towards me which was demonstrated at every visit.

It became formulaic, I knew beforehand that Ben would misbehave to gain attention, there would follow loud angry voices of parental remonstration and Bens temper tantrums in reaction. I may be paranoid but I knew that Ben resented my intrusion and this was his way to get back at me. I can’t in closing this story, not ponder on whether there is something of the Damien about him, it’s an idea that has just occurred to me. Ben was conceived in the house in Cuckfield and it may be that the entity in the house considered me some sort of threat and continue s to have some kind of connection to him.

Go Ghost Hunting This Halloween.

Ghost hunting this Halloween with Haunted Island

Looking for a fantastic Ghost Hunt this Halloween? Look no further…

If you’re fascinated by ghosts and ghouls and things that go bump in the night then have we got a treat for you! Haunted Island has teamed up with the spooky ghouls over at http://www.hauntedrooms.co.uk to bring you a fabulous selection of places you can Book, for you to haunt this Halloween.

The selection of Ghost hunting locations up and down the the country means you will not have far to travel to experience first hand paranormal activity and ghostly goings on! Below is our top pick curtsey of Haunted Rooms

Margam Castle Ghost Hunt, Port Talbot, Wales
Saturday 19th October 2013

Paranormal Activity at Margam Castle

Wales is full of history and Margam Castle is no exception. Featured on Living TV’s ‘Most Haunted’ people who say this hotel is haunted are very much mistaken! Margam Castle oozes poltergeist and paranormal activity from the very foundations of this Gothic Castle, the reported paranormal phenomena is endless! For booking information and more details click here

Smethwick Baths, Sandwell, West Midlands
Friday 25th October 2013

Haunted Tunnel Network Under Smethick Baths

Opened on the 30th March 1933 and designed by Chester Button and Roland Fletcher, The baths had had many a function. During WWII, the vast network of underground tunnels and cellars which lie beneath the complex were used as an air raid shelter; posters and drawings from that time can still be seen to this day. In later years the buildings where transformed in to an entertainment venue playing host to the top celebrities of the 1960 and 70’s.

Since the early years there have been many reports of ghostly apparitions and poltergeist activity, eerie sounds and shadows moving in the dim light of the tunnels, are you brave enough to discover more? For booking information or more details click here

For the full selection of ghost Hunts available this Halloween visit Haunted Rooms

Ghost or an Imaginary friend. Newcastle

Ghost hunting this Halloween with Haunted Island

Stacie Fitzpatrick from Newcastle kindly submitted this personal account…

I was about 8 years old and me and my sisters were at my Dads for the weekend, ever since he moved in this new house with his girlfriend. My Dad says I started action really strange, well anyway one summer day my dad was having a BBQ and he told my sister to come upstairs and get me, she said, when she came up I was sitting on the bed facing the other bed talking to my self.

I can remember all of this happening because I wasn’t talking to my self I was talking to a little boy was about 7, my sister came down and told my dad I was scaring her so he came up to get me.. He kept asking me who I was speaking to and I said my friend, I couldn’t understand why no one but me could see this little boy, the little boy told me he didn’t know his name and didn’t know why he was in my dads house, after that the little boy followed me everywhere he even came back to my Nans with me.

The doctors just called it as having a imaginary friend but I know he was not imaginary he was a Ghost, when I got older I was about 13 my dad still lived in that house and the lady next door told me that a little boy buy the name Tommy died by get beat up buy his parents to much it was horrifying. That’s my story and that’s how I met my best-friend when I was young, sound ridiculous but this is a true story.

Ghost of Mote Park. Kent

Mote Park is a 180 hectare multi-use public park in Maidstone, Kent. Previously a country estate it was converted to landscaped park land at the end of the 18th century before becoming a municipal park. It includes the former stately home Mote House

Reports by members of the public state that on several occasions a a little girl in a white dress has been witnessed late at night running around and playing within the trees at the park.

With such interest in this story a Mr Elspass, who lives locally to the park took the time to write in and recount his own experience…

“One night, I had gone to visit a friend on the town centre side of the park, when I decided it was getting pretty late, and I should be getting home – it was about 1am. I was tired and decided to walk through the park in order to reach my house on the other side. The park used to be a private estate, owned by an Earl and his family for generations. In the very centre of the park, ontop of a hill, is the old Mote House, a great big Georgian manor house, which became an old peoples home after the park became public, but has long since been derelict and empty.

Walking along the path through the park, I climbed the hill to the house, and then began to descend the other side. As it starts to slope back down, there is a line of trees down one side of the path. As I was walking along this line of trees (which are spaced a fair distance apart), I looked over and – baring in mind it was pitch black – I could ever so slightly make out a pale area of light positioned in front of one of these trees.

Its hard to explain it, it wasn’t really a light in that it lit up the surrounding area, but I could just tell that there was something there that was light enough for it to stand out against the darkness of night.  I shrugged it off, thinking it was probably a plastic bag or something caught in the bushes at the base of the tree, and carried on. However, as it was a strange sight, I did not look away from it whilst walking past. I t was when I reached the other side of the tree, having now walked right past the tree, that I realised this light object couldn’t possibly be attached to the tree, as it had rotated around the trunk of the tree, so that no matter where I stood, this object was always positioned to the right of the tree trunk facing me.

Confused by this, I stopped walking and stood and just looked at it trying to figure out what it was. I don’t think it was my eyesight being bad before, but this object of plain “whiteness” changed as i stood there…whereas before all I saw was a light, paleness, I now could make out the outline of a little girl – no facial features or anything…just the outline of a girl, and something in my head said to me “there is no question, that is a girl standing there looking back at you”.

When I mentioned my experience to other people many I know agreed with me and said that they had seen a little girl in a white dress walking around the park before”

Have yo or anyone you know witnessed the same or something similar in Mote Park, if so we would love to read your story.