The end of 2008 is around the corner and I'm just taking some time to reflect back on the year.
I put up a new video, well, I filmed it a while back, and only have just gotten around to putting it up.
At this time in 2007, I was pretty much doing the same thing, investigating and writing about it, except I was doing it with Dad. There is absolutely no way that I would have believed anyone that one year later he wouldn't be here.
In May this year, my father gave me a new laptop. We had a computer in the house, it was pretty old and really only used occasionally, but he gave me the laptop and said that I should start a blog, use the passion that I had for writing and telling stories to talk about the things that we were doing. He didn't mind what I talked about, whether it was about our investigations or anything else, it was just important that I became a little more social. After all, I only really had a few friends (Carl Ventre http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/profile.php?id=1306842189&ref=ts and Wesley Osmond) both of whom I met whilst working at Borders. I spoke to Wes and Carl about the idea of a blog and they said that they thought it was an awesome idea, Carl was the one that mentioned Facebook (something I had heard of but never really used), he said that I could probably meet hundreds of people with similar ideas, interested in reading the blog. And so 'Who is Miles Cason' was born.
I got a few friends at first, posted a blog or two and slowly it began to grow. My father was proud, he even began offering suggestions to blog entries.I threw up a few rough videos on YouTube and really got into the whole Social Network thing. I had so many things that I wanted to do, but with work and everything, there was just no time at all.
We went on a few investigations, some of which I wrote about, other which I never got around too, and I began to think that I could do so much more with a little more time.
It was later this year that my father suffered a stroke and was forced into retirement. I took a while off work to be with him and it was then that he told me that I could leave my day job and work as a paranormal investigator full time. He gave me a large sum of money - enough to work at least three years full time, doing what I wanted to do. He said that anytime he got a call from now on for a private investigation, I would be the one going instead.
The first investigation came and went quickly, as they usually do. It felt weird to be out without him, felt strange to be doing everything on my own.
The year went on, and an opportunity popped up for a new television series 'I Want to Believe'. A Most Haunted typed show, but seemed to want to do a more thorough investigation of the supposed haunted locations. The ghost hunter Ted Thornby was to be part of it, so I was naturally drawn to it. I signed up for an open call/audition type thing, met the producer and spoke about myself and what I do, and a few days later I got an email saying that I had been chosen for the first group and that I would be involved in the pilot episode.
I decided to try and write a book, a piece of fiction, but taking bits and pieces from mine and my fathers life.
On December 19th, my father passed over. I have written about it in a previous post, so I won't drag on about it here, just say that it changed everything.
So, it's coming to the end of the year - about 11 hours from now, it will be 2009. Who knows what will happen? I might be on TV (if the show gets picked up) my book might get published, I might get a few more videos up on YouTube. Whatever happens - I'll be here, gibbering on.
I have a lot to thank to the online community. My online friends, who have supported me through good times and bad times and I hope I can give back to you with this blog, my videos and the CSOP.
Thank you.
Miles.
Below are my past videos.
British Museum Part 1.
British Museum Part 2
London
One Year Later
Dad
In the early hours of this morning i sat by my fathers hospital bed, i held his hand and said goodbye. At 04:32am on this morning of the 19th December 2008, he passed over to the other side, and i lost not only my father and my mentor, but i lost my best friend. Someone i could talk to about anything and looked forward to doing so. It seems weird to be writing about it so early after it has happened, but im sitting here in the hospital, waiting for other members of the family to arrive so we can arrange what will happen from here.
It was last night at around 10pm that he was suffering badly, he called me to his side and told me that he felt like it was time to give up, i begged him not to, i begged him to try and hold on, but he said that there was just too much pain. After he spoke his part, i could understand that he knew what was best, and from that moment on, i knew that these would be my final moments with him. He spent them telling me the story of when he had seen his father pass on in a not to dissimilar way, except they were at home when he passed. He then explained that in a small locked box, in my room, under one of the floor boards, i would find a small old notebook. In the notebook, i would find the words that he would say to me from the other side, should he try to contact me through a medium, it would also help prove if a medium is a real medium or just a conman.
After he told my mother that he would stop fighting, she knew better than to beg him to hold on, she's known him most of their lives and that once my father has made his mind up about something, there is very little that you can do to change it.
We sat either side of him in those last few hours, never looking at each other, looking at him instead, remembering the times that we have had, and i realized just how much i am going to miss him.
He closed his eyes and smiled a little smile as he realized it was time, he flat-lined and the doctor confirmed the time of death at 04:32am. I stayed for a moment, and then it finally kicked in. I must have cried for hours.
Christmas is coming up, i don't think it's going to be much of one for us this year. We don't know when the funeral will be, but probably not until January sometime.
I know that my father was proud of what i was achieving with the blog and the few video's that i had put up, and it was one of his wishes that i continued on with that, so i will do my best to do so.
The good and the bad
I've got a new investigation..its a private job, but the preliminary readings screams poltergeist, and from the interviews i did with the family, it seems like it may have to be one to be removed, but not before i can do some investigating, should be a good one.
A full begining report coming soon.
So, on to the bad news. My father is sick, very sick. He had another minor stroke last night. As i type this i am sitting next to him as he sleeps. I am a little worried now, he hasn't been the same for a few weeks, he has seemed very quiet. I've never had to watch someone so close to me go through so much pain.
I stopped writing the book for a bit, but i will get back to that soon - christmas is comming, need to spend time with the family.
Possibilities of the Future
So I'm in. I have heard back from Knuts and Bolts productions this week and the good news is that I'm in. I am excited, don't get me wrong. I've never really been one to go on mass group ghost hunts, but here was the chance to do a TV show that is a little different from others. It's not just people running around in the dark, screaming. It's a real investigation, with a ghost hunter that I respect, I'm not to sure about Medium Pieter Morgan, I've not heard much about him.
We haven't got dates yet when we will film, or the location, but we will find out soon. I'm not to sure yet who else has made the list - I know that, as we went as a group, Wesley and Carl are coming too, I hope to see some of the others there.
I need to start getting back into some major investigations, everything I've sort of started seems to quickly collapse, my father tells me not to worry, nine times out of ten, investigations will be over before they have even begun. The problem for me is that i need something to keep me going. I have considered joining a group - but I work so much better on my own. I have thought about starting a Tour group for haunted London, but there are so many, its not a viable option really.
The only thing that strikes a real chord with me, and my father too, is a Ghost Hunting school, online, and free. None of what I'm doing is to make money , sure there are donations from people whom i investigate their homes, but everything I'm doing is to really educate and let people understand the world beyond our own.
The book is going OK, at least, I think so. I'm no professional writer, but I am on 400 pages so far at the moment, if that's a lot I don't know. I don't even know what I'm going to be doing with it once it's finished - maybe sell it online? Self Publish?
Dad's doing OK, he's very sleepy a lot of the time, but really wants to get out with me soon, let's hope he'll be up for it.
My new investigation will start later this week and will hopefully be the last one of the year, I'll let you all know soon where it is. Also, there is a new video blog I have been meaning to upload, as soon as I have got that edited - it will go up too.
Thanks for the support I've got from all my friends online.
Love,
Miles
Open Call for TV
So i went to the open call for Knuts and Bolts new TV series 'I Want To Believe' with my friends Wesley and Carl (Both of who i met working at Borders) we got a chance to meet a few of my facebook buddies and some of whom had actually read my blog and been following my little stories. There was definitely some interesting people there, mediums, paranormal enthusiasts, just a few people who wanted to go on a ghost hunt. I was very sad not to have had the chance to meet Ted Thornby, as i have become a fan over the years and never had the chance.
Jessica Foreman seemed very nice, a little uptight, but nice. She asked me and my friends a few simple questions, nothing too invading, and we were in and out in five minutes.
Of the few people i met, two girls had a lasting impression on me. Melanie and Josie, or Josie and Melanie. They had just started their own blog over at http://sexyghosthunting.blogspot.com/. Its an interesting take on ghost hunting really. They love the paranormal and fashion, why not put the two together, makes sense to me. They have also started something of a fashion label too - JAM - its fashion inspired by the supernatural - they explained a few ideas that they had, and i want a T-shirt, keep an eye on their blog for upcomming designs.
I also met two very interesting Film Makers - i can't say too much - at least i don't think so - according to the release form i had to sign - but they are making a documentary about paranormal enthusiasts, i spoke to them for a bit and it may be possible that I'll be appearing in some form or another on the film - how cool is that? Miles Cason - the Movie Star! (I wish)
Anyway, the books going good - 301 pages down, i have no idea how many left to go. I'm gonna crack on with that for a bit and i have a few possible investigations coming up - more about that next time.
Memories of a past Investigation
It was a Wednesday afternoon and i was helping dad sort out a few things, old books, papers etc, when we came across one of his many old diaries. It was weired, because all of dads diaries were kept, in the house, in the same place. He pondered to why this one might be amongst all of this and came to the conclusion that he must have thought he lost it, and just moved on. We began flicking through it and found out that it was a diary from 1980. Some of the note were bleak, just your average diary really but then we flicked into something long forgotten.
On the 25Th of January 1980, just 20 days before i was born my father was asked to investigate a family home in Battersea. It was the home of the Faulkner family, Mr and Mrs Faulkner and their three children, Molly, Charlie and Kelly. He was asked to investigate when the parents had gone to their church minister and discussed the possibility of their eldest, Molly, being possessed by some sort of demon.
In the night time, it was not uncommon for Molly to get out of bed, walk into the hallway and begin banging frantically on the far wall, screaming for help and asking to leave. In fact, on many nights the parents were so distraught that it had not become an uncommon practice to strap Molly to her bed. Molly had also began cutting herself with any sharp object she could find, tearing away at her skin. At any time, Molly would explain that she knew nothing of her actions and that she felt as if she were asleep. In a time of desperation, they sought the advice of the only person they could trust.
My Father was recommended to them, the local minister could do nothing for them, he was not in that line of work for the church, but he knew my father and would recommend him to the, literally hundred who all have similar problems.
My Father visited the house, open minded and skeptical as usual, to see what he could find. He bought no equipment with him on the first night, something that would soon become a routine, and he just sat in the living room, getting a "feel" for the place.
He sat in the hall for most of the night, just waiting as he remembers. It must have been four in the morning when what he was waiting for happened. Molly walked out of her bedroom - eyes wide - but he could see that she was asleep. He had seen sleepwalkers before and said that even though their eyes are open, you can look into them and see nothing. Molly walked over to the wall that she has been known to bang on and stood there in front of it, but she did nothing. She waited for a moment, as did my father - he didn't want to move a muscle, so as not to disturb or wake her. He said that it lasted a few moments, but felt like hours, she just stood there, doing nothing - as if - she had fallen back to sleep right there and that's when she turned to him - walked over - and sat down. She sat right in front of him and looked him in the eyes. He could see that she was still asleep, but he explained that he felt something about this girl, it would soon come to light that she was not asleep, she was possessed, by what - to this day my father still doesn't know for sure. She sat, he watched and waited. "Why are you here?" she asked him. He explained that he was there to try and help. She said that help was not needed there. She told my father to leave.
Now, the one thing about my father is that if he was ever faced with an entity, ghost, spirit or demon and is given a clear warning to leave, he takes it.
He returned the next evening and spoke to Molly about the night before, she remembered none of it as usual. He explained to the family that he would return to the house after his son - me - was born as he didn't want to miss anything, but he was sure that even though bad things happened - the cutting in particular, it seemed to be random, he was sure that nothing worse was going to happen.
Twelve days later, the house burned down in the middle of the night, everyone inside died. The cause of the fire was a supposed candle left overnight in the living area.
My father felt responsible for their death, he felt that it may have not been an accident, but no one will ever be able to tell. To this day, every year he walks by what was that house and thinks about how it may have been, my father's a big fan of IF.
Anyway - on a lighter note - I'm heading to the open call for the TV show 'I Want to Believe' on Saturday, I've been given a 3pm time slot - hope to see some of you there.
So who wants to be on TV?
Another week, another blog.
I was going to do just a quick blog about the new investigation i started this week, but not much has really happened, and i though that i would save it all up for next week.
Anyway, the book is going strong. Typed 174 pages thus far, and its really getting exciting. I even managed to scare myself the other day with some of the stuff that i was writing.
So earlier this week, a producer joined my facebook group and stuck a message on the wall saying:
We are looking for paranormal enthusiasts to be part of our new TV show. Head over to the Knuts and Bolts group to get details. http://www.facebook.com/gr
I headed over to the group, joined up, and emailed the producer;
jessica@knutsandbolts.com
It wasn't too long after i got this message back.
Hi Miles,
Thanks for the email, we checked out your blog and it seems like you're the kind of person we are looking for.
Here's some info on our project.
The main aim of our show is to run proper investigations in real places, with real history, staying in the place for at least three nights, aiming for four to five nights. The format of the shows investigations was developed by the highly experienced Ghost Hunter Ted Thornby, who will be in all episodes as our resident Ghost Hunter, together with medium Pieter Morgan, who himself has a long history of paranormal investigations and support to TV shows.
Our aim is to collect hard evidence to prove the existence of a paranormal entity or entities in the place we're investigating. We are working closely with the BBC, with people from the broadcaster overlooking our production to then pick it up for TV, depending on the success of filming the pilot.
We are a small company and the crew will be minimal too, which should help us create a good environment for all to work in.
The idea so far regarding the guests is to select a group of 8 enthusiasts for every two episodes, again, depending on how well the making of the pilot goes. With 12 planned episodes that would give this opportunity to at least 48 people. The number of guests is also an idea from Thornby, who believes with this amount of people we can run the investigations smoothly and give the audience different points of view coming from the guests.
I hope this information helps you and your friends decide to join us on this journey.
Let us know if you're gonna show up at the auditions on November 29th in
We will be emailing everyone next week with details of the auditions.
So, if this sounds like something you would be interested in, i suggest you drop the company an email. Who knows, maybe some of us will finally get the chance to meet.
Until next week.....
On all hallows eve.....
I know, i know, its been like two weeks since my last blog, but so many things have been happening, i hadn't had a second to think. Other than a few private investigations, i have begun work on a book. Its a work of fiction, but it is paranormal based, and i have stolen bits of fact from my life. The only thing that i can tell you at the moment is that the title of the book is, "From Within" and it involves a paranormal investigator on route to his first exorcism. Depending on if i can sell this, or get an agent, i might turn it into a series of novels. I know that many of you were hoping that i would document my family history for my first novel, but i don't think I'm ready for that, not yet anyway.
So i spent Halloween the same way that i have spent every Halloween all my life, with my parents. We play a few game of scrabble, but this year my father was feeling a little under the weather, so at around Seven, he headed off to bed, and mum and me were left to play. After a single game, i lost - to the word 'abate' with a triple score, and left me nowhere to go, i was defeated. It was then that i decided that i should conduct an interview with my mum, much like i had done with my father before, and like she had promised she would.
The following is a transcript of the interview - i'll probably get the Mp3 up on here soon.
Miles: Mum, i want to start with the story on how you met dad.
Mum: I met your father two days after he met me. He came to my fathers house after my incident to see if i was doing OK.
Miles: What was the fascinating thing about him that made you want to date him?
Mum: (Laughs) he was shy & quiet, but once you got him talking, you couldn't stop him. He had such passion in everything he talked about. He could very well change your opinion on most things because he could speak with such conviction of his opinions.
Miles: But not on religion?
Mum: No, not on religion.
Miles: Why not?
Mum: Because its a lot harder to change a lifetime of beliefs.
Miles: Staying on subject for a moment, you were brought up in a very religious (Catholic) environment and continue to live to this day, a very religious life.
Mum: Yes.
Miles: How do you feel about dad and his non religious ways and thinking?
Mum: I'm not happy with it, but its his life and i think that he will come around, like most do. It's not like he doesn't believe in god, he just doesn't like the idea of organised religion.
Miles: His father was a priest, who worked for the church for a long time. Do you not find it weired that he never followed in his footsteps.
Mum: No, not really.
Miles: I have asked a few times before, he usually avoids the question, very well, do you know why he never did?
Mum: Yes.
Miles: Can you elaborate?
Mum: Um... i would say that when his mother died, he lost all interest in religion and faith. he became very frustrated and confused. His father spent years searching for the spirit of his lost wife and slowly became depressed and what some might call, a little crazy. He began talking to himself and shouting at your father. He quit his job and became obsessed with searching for ghosts, i think this is where he sort of started the whole ghost hunting thing. He began telling your father these horror stories about the church, about the things that they would make him do.
Miles: What kind of things?
Mum: You will have to speak to your father about that. *
Miles: I've sort of taken my fathers view on religion. Do you hope that one day i will maybe turn to yours?
Mum: You are very much your fathers son, but i think that life is a fascinating and incredible journey, and sometimes we have to go a different way to end up in the same place.
Miles: So yes.
Mum: yes
Miles: Lets get off religion and onto my fathers work, and lately mine.
Mum: Your fathers work is very important to him, and in a way he does something that is important to everyone. It helps a lot of people understand the world beyond our own and helps a lot of people with bereavements too. I am happy that you have followed in his footsteps and now you are beginning to help people too, sometimes i just fell that you are a little more open and more fearless, i think you are a little too adventurous, and are willing to risk a little more.
Miles: Sometimes you come along with us on our little ghost hunts, why is that?
Mum: I only ever come for two reasons, one, for support. I hate it when you and your father are heading to somewhere where you know that there are negative spirits, and you are putting yourselves in harms way, just to gather a little evidence. Other times it is to offer what i can in the way of my semi-clairvoyance.
Miles: Yes, can you tell us a bit about that?
Mum: After my Incident. I developed what some may call, clairvoyance. I began to hear and sometimes see the recently passed. My mother told me that it was a curse, my father was pretty much ready to give me up for adoption, so i began to suppress this recently acquired skill, if you would call it that. For years i never spoke, or mentioned all the things that i could see and hear. That all changed when i met your father. It wasn't immediately, but it was not long before we were married. I was on a ghost hunt type thing with him and his father. His father was talking about the area and the murders that had gone on. He believed the place to be extensively haunted, and that's where i stopped him and told him that, in fact, the place was haunted only by one ghost, and that there were no others. Of course, i had to then explain myself a bit better, but soon enough, i became a big part of their lives and their investigations.
Miles: Whats it like, having this ability?
Mum: It changes from time to time, but in general it's fine.
Miles: Does anything ever scare you anymore?
Mum: In a supernatural sense? Yes, plenty of things. I still don't like sleeping in complete darkness, and i dislike that tingling feeling you get whenever we enter a highly active area.
Miles: What are your thoughts on what i am doing at the moment with the blog and hopefully soon, the book I'm writing.
Mum: I have always said that you and your father make fine story tellers, you are both so open and honest and have a way with words. I think that the blog is fantastic, although i have only really read a few entries here and there, and what you have shown me of the book, well, i can only say that its wonderful, and i am sure that it will do well.
Miles: Thank you mum for doing this.
Mum: No, thank you.
* I spoke to him and he promised to tell me, soon.
End transmission.
So, that's how the interview went down.
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Children Scare the hell outta me - Part II
I returned to the family house on Sunday night, this time i came with equipment. They told me that they had contacted the medium i had recommended to them and that he had been round the night before.
He had managed to contact the spirit occupying the home and confirmed that it was the Fathers, father in the home. He was hanging around to watch over his family. He apologised for scaring them, and told them he only wanted to watch his family grow. The mother was very emotional at this point, and asked him to leave. He did.
By the time i got there on Sunday, it was too late. There was nothing to investigate. I was a little but gutted, i was really looking forward to getting back into things, getting back to normal, but hey, sometimes life doesn't work out how you hoped.
Children scare the hell out of me
I went on my first investigation in more than a month the other night. It was a private one, i had been contacted via a friend of a friend, and as i haven't fully completed the investigation, i cannot release any real notes on my findings, but i did ask the owners if i could say a little something on my blog about it, and they were more than happy to allow me to do so.
The house that they live in has been in their family for decades, it had been hand-built by the husbands fathers father in the early thirties. A small, but roomy farmhouse, it sits on the outskirts of Woking, UK. They own quiet a bit of land too with the house, and use it mostly for small farm animals, Ducks, Geese and Chickens, all of whom have free roam of not only the land outside the house, but can be found time to time sitting in front of the TV.
Currently the house is occupied by three, A husband and wife, married for seven years, together for ten, and their daughter age five.
They have believed their house to be haunted since the father had died and had always assumed that it was his spirit lingering in the shadows of the rooms. They had some amazing photographs and video footage to show me, and unless they were good at Hollywood type SFX, i had no real need to do an investigation, but they wanted to be sure, they wanted to know that it wasn't their minds just playing tricks on them or light being caught in the lens of their camera.
I arrived late on a Friday night, its not my normal routine to come straight in at night, but i had to wait for my mother to get home so that there was somebody in the house to take care of my father.
As i arrived they were just putting their little girl to bed, she was crying, saying that she didn't want to see the man that night, that he was going to try and scare her again. I asked the parents if i could speak to the girl for a while and they obliged.
I asked her about the man, i asked her if he spoke to her. She just stared at me. Of course, i was a stranger in her house, in her room, why would she want to speak to me?
I could see that she wanted to speak to me, her eyes we focused right on me. It took a few minutes, but felt longer, and then she whispered something, hardly moving her mouth as if she didn't want anybody to know that she was talking.
I asked her what it was she was saying.
"He doesn't like you" she whispered again, this time a little louder and clearer.
I asked her who.
"He says that you are a bad man"
"Is he here?" i asked her. She just nodded and pointed to her wardrobe.
Now, if you know me, you will know that kids, they just scare the hell out of me, especially the ones that say stuff like this.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end and i wanted to leave the room for a moment, as i did, the girl fell straight to sleep.
I spoke to the parents downstairs and explained that i would return in a few days with more equipment, and find out for sure if the place was haunted. In any case, especially one like this, i recommend a medium. One that i believe in.
I return to the house on Sunday to conduct the beginning of the investigation.
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Mr Bowster and the abandoned hospital
Its Wednesday and i thought that all you guys deserve a mid-week blog as i was away for so long.
I want to start off by thanking everyone who sent warm wishes to my father, he is feeling a lot better now, but is taking a well deserved rest.
There are a lot of people asking to come on investigations with me, and whilst it may seem like i am just blowing you guys off, please don't be offended, that's not what i am doing. I would love nothing more than to share my experiences with you guys, just at the moment, all my investigations are on hold as i am looking after my father for a while. But my dream is that one day, everyone will experience an investigation with me.
I get a lot of other messages too about a new video blog, or posting some of the footage up of
previous encounters. I will do this, I'm just sorting out a lot of my tapes, and slowly uploading
them to my computer - making them youtube friendly and then uploading them - so please hold tight.
As all my investigations are on hold for the moment, i thought i would share an older story with you, this one comes from before i was born, and involves a younger Mr and Mrs Cason.
The year according to my dad was 1976, but my mother sears that it was late '75. My father goes to his journal to find an entry on the investigation, sure enough, it's January 1976.
My father was at a company party, something of a little fundraiser for the museum, when he was introduced to a gentleman. His name was Alan Bowster, a self made millionaire and heavy investor in the museum. Bowster took an interest of my father, not only of his work as a historian and expert in demonology, but someone had Bowster that my father was something of a paranormal investigator. As the night wore on, Bowster had pretty much quizzed my father on his life story, and my father being such a talker, he told it, and Bowster asked him to come an investigate a small hospital that Bowster had just brought and he was renovating. Bowster was into the paranormal, and was convinced that the hospital was occupied by some of it's past residents. As usual, my father very rarely turns down an investigation, and he agreed to carry out a full investigation, starting the very next day.
When he arrived home, he told my mother. She remembers him being very excited about it. Bowster was a very rich man, and if my dad could find some evidence, Bowster might fund future investigations. He asked my mother to go with him, as she is something of a clairvoyant, and she agreed.
Upon arrival, they were met by Bowster at the entrance, he offered them a guided tour, but my father declined. He likes to go in, fresh, not knowing the area, that way, he feels a lot less comfortable and then more open to things that may happen. Bowster understood, and agreed to come and meet them in a few days to see if they had found anything.
My father and mother entered what could only be described as a building site, half of the hospital
was missing under rubble, and the other half was badly lit. They began in one corner of a room and took their baseline readings, and every hour moved to another corner, after four hours, and all four corners , they moved to another room. At the end of the first day, they had moved through most of the rooms and came together to analyse the data in a hotel room (I wonder if this means something else?). Early next morning they headed back to the hospital to begin another day of baseline readings. Same as usual, they would begin in one room and move through the rooms as the day wore on. All went as usual until around 7pm, when the readings
began to differ. Always open minded, my father checked the readings from the day before, and there was definitely something different. Something that wasn't quiet right. He checked the readings again and again, and he was definitely picking up something.
He called my mother who was taking readings from another area in the hospital, she came quickly and he asked if she could hear anything. She waited, listening for a moment and then commented that although she could feel as if there was a presence, she could hear nothing. My father decided that they would stay in the hospital that night. They stayed in that room overnight - awake and waiting for something. The readings continued to change throughout the night, especially the magnetic field readings, but there was nothing in the way of an encounter. Dawn broke and at around 6am my father was just about read to give up when he heard something. He could hear the sound of someone walking down the long corridor outside.
He woke my mother to get her to see if she could hear something too. It didn't take long before
she heard what she could only describe as cries of pain. Its was a terrifying cry of pain, screams
that could burst you ear drums. My father slowly left the room and went out into the corridor to see if he could see what she was hearing. It was a long corridor with the slightest hint of daylight at the end, the corridor was filled with bricks and rubble, old electrical wirering hanging down from the ceiling. In the distance he saw what he was looking for, a glimpse of the crying figure. My mother came out to tell him that it sounds like a woman crying in pain. She cries about how the headache will not go away. My father snapped off a couple of shot on him 35mm camera and then began trying to communicate. He tells me that he asks her if she wants them to leave. Nothing, my mother just says that the cries continued. He then asks the woman if there is anything that they can do for her. Nothing, for a moment, and then mother says it all stopped. The cries, the screams, everything. It went completely silent. It was the sound you get when you cover your ears, a warm but muted sound. They both looked up ahead and nothing could be seen.
My mother asked if she could leave, but my father wanted her to stay for a moment, he felt that it was bound to come back. They sat there, looking ahead, waiting for another appearance. Nothing. As they began to walk back, my mother stopped in her tracks. She told my father that the woman was there she was trying to say something. They both stopped and stood still, they waited, my mother listened and then she said that she was gone. My father asked what she could hear - she said all the woman was saying was that she wanted the headaches to go away, she wanted the headaches to stop.
My mother and father left that morning and headed back to the hotel, in the evening they met Mr Bowster outside the site. They explained that a third night was not necessary, that they could say for sure that there is at least one spirit in the hospital. Mr Bowster asked my father what he recommended he do, my father always says that if the spirit is doing no harm to anyone, let it be. The other choice was to have it removed by force, My father recommended a man he knew. Mr Bowster thanked my father and told him that he would keep in touch.
My mother and father left the site and headed home. As usual, the journey was silent, both thinking about the woman, hoping that she would soon find peace.
This wasn't the last time my father worked for Mr Bowster - there was three investigations carried out on Mr Bowsters behalf afterwards - one leading to an argument and a threat on my fathers work and life.
Anyway - i hope that this was good enough to make up for my absence - who knows - maybe make this into a regular thing - the occasional midweek blog.
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Register and join - lets share our stories - videos and photographs - in two weeks i will give
away a piece of ghost hunting equipment to one of our members - and it will become a regular monthly thing to active members.
Regard
Miles.
Im Back....
It's been a while, and so much has happened in the three weeks that i haven't posted a blog
- or logged into facebook and spoken to anyone. I assure you that there is a very good reason,
or reasons as it would turn out. Its crazy how one thing can change so much in a persons life,
i think they call it chaos theory.
On the morning of Sunday the 24th of August, my father suffered a stroke. I found him laying on the living room floor,
crippled in pain. What could i do? Nothing, but call an ambulance. The paramedics arrived and took
him to the closest hospital which is The Royal Hospital in Whitechapel, it was a terrifying time, not knowing what may
happen. My worst fear was that i was going to loose him there and then, not having shared enough
with him. I sat in the waiting room, my mother was pacing the halls, she was in a worse state than
i was, she was holding back the tears, holding her mothers crucifix in her hand, silently speaking
to her god, praying for my fathers health. I wanted to scream at her, telling her that if there was even
a god, why would he have done this to dad, but i didn't. It's not the time or the place to have a
debate about religion, plus, i already know the answer.
Lets go back a couple of days:
Friday the 22nd.
Me and my father went to St Martin-in-the-field to meet an old friend, the Vicar of the church. He had called my father
because he was getting a strange sound coming from the cellar of the church. My father said that
i should come along. We were not going to kick off a new investigation, because we had so many long running
ones going, it would be foolish to bury ourselves in work, but we would go and just check it out.
Churches are notorious places for spirits to hang around, because that's where most of them may think they
need to go to get into heaven or whatever version of the afterlife they believe in.
We headed there and upon our arrival we were met by Rev Nicholas Holtam, my fathers friend. He showed us
through the church, one of the most beautiful churches i had seen in a long time, and then he showed
us the basement.
If we have learnt anything from scary movies people, it is, DO NOT enter a basement alone, especially
not one that may be haunted.
We descended into the basement, armed with a torch, a digital camera and a Tri-meter. Upon entering there was
already that feeling of something. It may have been the slight drop in altitude, or the steep
drop in temperature, but it was defiantly something.
We didn't have to wait long before it showed itself. Footsteps not belonging to me or my father could
be heard coming towards us. Slowly, one after the other they crept up. We held our positions in the hope that it would show
itself. It didn't. We waited and waited to see, but the footsteps just kept coming and coming
until the sound of them stopped. My father pointed the torch all around the room to see if he could see anything, but there
was no sign of what was making the footstep sound.
"Is there someone here?" My father asked in his soft, rasping voice.
"If you are here, please could you give us a sign?" He asked.
Sure enough, a sigh was given in the form of tapping. It sounded like the tapping of metal against metal, maybe something tapping
the pipes.
"Are you OK? If you are, please, give us a sign"
Again, the tapping of metal could clearly be heard. My father took the torch and pointed the light beam to where the sound was coming from.
A copper pipe ran the length of the far wall and disappeared into the wall on the left. The heating pipe.
Sure, the sound could have been the heating, but we would later find out that those pipes had not heated
the church for five years or more. Again, another theory would be that, as it was geting later in the day, and the temperature
in the basement was cooling down, the pipes could be contracting, but this was not the sound of cooling metal, this
was clearly the sound of someone, or something tapping. Almost like Morse code. Short taps, followed by longer, delayed taps.
"Would you like us to leave you?". My father always said that if you ever make contact with a spirit
who is inhabiting a place, always ask this question. Sometimes, they are doing no harm to anyone,
and they deserve to be left alone.
The tapping was clear. This one wanted to be left in peace.
We left the basement, and the church with electricity running through us, excitement. We loved this
part of investigating, the part where you make contact, and you are re-assured that you aren't just
some crazy nut.
On the way home, my father was speaking to me, asking me questions about this whole social networking thing,
how the blog, facebook and youtube thing was working out. I told him that i was really enjoying it
that there is so many people out there who want to, or already do believe. He said that he had been reading the
blog, and that people at the museum had been reading the blog and that they really liked it. He said that he's really proud of
what i was doing and that he hopes one day, i can type up all his stories and share them too. That's
when he gave me a small book. It was one of those A4 sized moleskin books, a notebook. He said that
i should keep a notebook with me at all times because i will never know when i need it to jot down something. I smiled back at him
that was my way of saying thank you.
Back to the hospital
The following are notes i wrote in the book my father gave me whilst sitting in the waiting room.
Good, i fucking hate the hospital. I hate the sterile smell that reeks through
the halls. I hate the white noise of the vending machine, the wheels of random
carts being pushed around the shiny floor. The mumbling of doctors and relatives,
it's driving me crazy.
I think about the worst. I imagine that my father is already dead, and that the
doctors are now deciding who gets to break the news to us. It can't be an easy job.
That's it.
So, my father came out of hospital thirteen days ago, and i am pretty much spending my time looking after him. That's why i haven't been
online. That's why there hasn't been a blog for nearly a month, but my father has said that i have to come back to it, that i have
to make sure i continue investigating and sharing, no matter what.
Later on, in the back of the notebook i found an envelope. Inside it contained a cheque from my father for a great deal of money.
I tried to give it back to him, saying that i don't need it, but he told me that i must take, i must take it and make sure
that i can keep up the investigations and the blog, without having to worry about work. I handed in my notice to work and left
at the end of August.
So, now i am a full time, paid Ghost Hunter - let the journey begin.
That new house feeling
It happens all the time, you move into a new house and it just doesn't feel right. Sure, the kitchens a little bigger, there's more space for your things, but there's just something not right about this new place. Then, one night, maybe it's the first night, you hear something, a creek in the floorboard, something moving, and then you can't sleep. You wake up in the morning and maybe investigate what it was you heard, but you find no evidence to say that the thing you heard last night can be explained. You decide that it was possibly a ghost, maybe this place is haunted, in fact it is. At that point, with no evidence to the contrary, you decide that your house is haunted and every noise you hear at night, every weird feeling you get, you can blame it on the ghost. Every night you leave the butter out or the television on, you can blame it on the ghost. This happens all the time, around the world, people make their own homes haunted, i have met a few of them, and even if you show to them the evidence against their belief, they are convinced.
The other day i met a family friend, Alison Knox, at my aunts birthday party.
She knew, through my aunt, that my father and i were into this sort of thing. So she told us her story.
It sounded like every New house story that we had ever heard.
Until she told us that every morning she wakes up, there is a patch of blood on her bedroom carpet.
Then we were intrigued.
So we heard the story last Friday, and on the Saturday, we were round her house early. We had a walk around the house, and then broke out the equipment.
The rest of the day was dedicated to readings, a little lunch break around four, but still working through until eleven. At that time we headed home, we very rarely stay the first night on a household investigation. The next morning we return, and as it is every morning, there was a small patch of blood on her bedroom carpet, something that wasn't there before as she cleans it up every morning.
My father examined the spot, he's no blood expert, but he said that it did look a lot like blood and that he had no reason to believe that it was anything but. For the rest of the day, we took more readings, and decided that we would stay over that night and hold a video vigil in the bedroom.
At midnight, we finished up our baseline readings and headed to the bedroom. We set up the camera and the new sound recorder we have just picked up.
We waited for a while, but it actually wasn't long before we got some activity. The clear sound of someone walking along the hall could clearly be heard. We didn't want to move and disturb whatever it was, so we stayed still. We could hear movement outside the door, and the hairs on the back of my neck began to stand on end.
The bedroom door opened, i took a deep breath in and held it for what felt like five minutes. slowly the door opened fully, but there was nothing behind it. I checked the tri-meter and the temperature had begun to drop, nothing was happening in the magnetic field. We watched the carpet looking for the blood to appear, but nothing. Then, after about a minute or so, there was this silence in the room, it was like there was no air, i couldn't eve hear the camera recording, so i had to check it was.
BOOM!
Without a moments notice the door slammed shut, it was so loud and quick it even made my father jump. He stood up and said it was over.
We stayed up through the night, continuing to take readings in the bedroom, but everything normal. My father knew that we were not going to see anything new that night/morning, but if we are to return this weekend, or next, we need to continue our baselines.
Alison was downstairs making tea by the time we had finished for the night. We went downstairs and told her that there is no blood on the carpet this morning, but that we believe that there is a presence in her home and we would return to continue to investigate.
She was relieved, she wasn't crazy, and at least, if only for this morning, she doesn't have to clean.
we headed home to go over the footage, unfortunately, nothing really showed up on the camera, only what we saw, the door opening and then slamming shut. Same with the sound recorder - nothing but the door.
We're going to return hopefully next weekend. I'll try and post the video footage soon.
British museum : part 2 or "the one with the LOST opening"
So sorry that this has taken so long to get up. Please check the blog i posted on friday too, just in case you didn't get a chance to read it.
Amen Court
You can't legally enter Amen Court, but that doesn't have to stop you from going in.
I first visited Amen Court a little over two years ago when i was on my way down to the Old Bailey courthouse where i had previously been on an investigation with my father.
It was by mere chance that i had come to Amen corner and walked down it by mistake, ending up Amen Court. Of course, i had never heard of anything surrounding Amen Court, so i left, heading to the Bailey.
When i arrived home, i told my father about Amen Court, and then he told me about what i could have found there.
He told me a story about Newgate Prison, which was situated behind Amen court, and the Black Dog of Newgate.
The Black dog of Newgate has been seen over the centuries. The Dog is thought to date back to the time of King Henry III (1216-72), where there was a famine in London and people were starving. the inmates of Newgate Prison were even more so, and many of inmates turned to eating each other.
Aparently, one night, a young who was imprisoned after being convicted of sorcery, was eaten by the other inmates. it was after his murder that the inmates began to see the apparition of The Dog, hunting them down and driving them crazy. The Dog returned to haunt the Prison on the eve of executions.
My father had never been there, it was one place that he just never got round to going, so i suggested that we went.
The very next weekend, we got up early, got all the equipment ready, all our log files prepared and headed out. We got to Amen court and stopped at the "Do Not Enter" sign. For a moment i think my father actually considered not going in, but then he moved on ahead.
I thought we would probably not make it too far in before we would be stopped by some rent-a-cop, but we got all the way to the far end where the is an ancient wall. Even though many years older than myself, my father was not afraid to climb a wall or two, which we did, and on the other side was the remains of Newgate Prison's "Dead mans walk", the long thin passageway where the prisoners walked to their trials and executions.
There was a weired smell there, it might have been a mix of rotting brick and wood
, but it might have been something else.
We began to take readings from just around the wall, but before we knew it, all the equipment started going nuts, EMF was all over the place. We turned the equipment off and waited an hour. At this point we had no sighting of anything Paranormal.
An hour later, we began again, but the moment anything electrical came on, it started going haywire - we left it going for a little bit, but it never died down. We started sound recording and video. For fifteen minutes we stood there looking at each other, both wondering if this was ever gonna die down. We turned off the equipment and decided to hang around till the evening and then to comeback the next day. We got home and logged all of the data that we had collected. My father said that he had a strong feeling while he was there that it was definitely occupied, even though
We arrived again - over the wall and started our readings. This time, when we turned on the equipment, nothing. Every reading was flat. It was strange, because there should always be some sort of reading on the equipment. we changed the batteries, just in case - but nothing. My father said that he felt that it wasn't a good idea to base any of our findings on the readings that we had, but that we should stick around to see if we can catch a glimpse of the dog. We waited for eight hours, and around 6pm we began to hear a scratching on the wall. It was faint, but a clear scratching sound. We set up the sound recorder and got about three minutes of this sound. We decided to take what we had and call it a day - there was no point hanging round to try and get some baseline readings and the equipment either went crazy or died.
I returned to Amen court late last year, but i got stopped every time i tried to walk down to the wall. I am dying to get back in there and see if anything has changed.
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Amen Court
I first visited Amen Court a little over two years ago when i was on my way down to the Old Bailey courthouse where i had previously been on an investigation with my father.
It was by mere chance that i had come to Amen corner and walked down it by mistake, ending up Amen Court. Of course, i had never heard of anything surrounding Amen Court, so i left, heading to the Bailey.
When i arrived home, i told my father about Amen Court, and then he told me about what i could have found there.
He told me a story about Newgate Prison, which was situated behind Amen court, and the Black Dog of Newgate.
The Black dog of Newgate has been seen over the centuries. The Dog is thought to date back to the time of King Henry III (1216-72), where there was a famine in London and people were starving. the inmates of Newgate Prison were even more so, and many of inmates turned to eating each other.
Aparently, one night, a young who was imprisoned after being convicted of sorcery, was eaten by the other inmates. it was after his murder that the inmates began to see the apparition of The Dog, hunting them down and driving them crazy. The Dog returned to haunt the Prison on the eve of executions.
My father had never been there, it was one place that he just never got round to going, so i suggested that we went.
The very next weekend, we got up early, got all the equipment ready, all our log files prepared and headed out. We got to Amen court and stopped at the "Do Not Enter" sign. For a moment i think my father actually considered not going in, but then he moved on ahead.
I thought we would probably not make it too far in before we would be stopped by some rent-a-cop, but we got all the way to the far end where the is an ancient wall. Even though many years older than myself, my father was not afraid to climb a wall or two, which we did, and on the other side was the remains of Newgate Prison's "Dead mans walk", the long thin passageway where the prisoners walked to their trials and executions.
There was a weired smell there, it might have been a mix of rotting brick and wood
, but it might have been something else.
We began to take readings from just around the wall, but before we knew it, all the equipment started going nuts, EMF was all over the place. We turned the equipment off and waited an hour. At this point we had no sighting of anything Paranormal.
An hour later, we began again, but the moment anything electrical came on, it started going haywire - we left it going for a little bit, but it never died down. We started sound recording and video. For fifteen minutes we stood there looking at each other, both wondering if this was ever gonna die down. We turned off the equipment and decided to hang around till the evening and then to comeback the next day. We got home and logged all of the data that we had collected. My father said that he had a strong feeling while he was there that it was definitely occupied, even though
We arrived again - over the wall and started our readings. This time, when we turned on the equipment, nothing. Every reading was flat. It was strange, because there should always be some sort of reading on the equipment. we changed the batteries, just in case - but nothing. My father said that he felt that it wasn't a good idea to base any of our findings on the readings that we had, but that we should stick around to see if we can catch a glimpse of the dog. We waited for eight hours, and around 6pm we began to hear a scratching on the wall. It was faint, but a clear scratching sound. We set up the sound recorder and got about three minutes of this sound. We decided to take what we had and call it a day - there was no point hanging round to try and get some baseline readings and the equipment either went crazy or died.
I returned to Amen court late last year, but i got stopped every time i tried to walk down to the wall. I am dying to get back in there and see if anything has changed.
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Investigation
Some people have asked how i conduct my investigations, so i though as i am currently about to finish one off, at Horsell Common, I'll sort of go through what it is that i do.
First thing is first, Baselines.
Now my father is strong believer in many things, hell, he's seen so many, there's no way that he can't believe in them. One thing that he strongly believes in, especially when it comes to the paranormal, it's evidence. Regardless of what he might "Feel" about the place, he will side, most of the time, with the evidence. He has taught me that collecting baseline readings, is as important as anything else you do in a investigation.
So....
My Investigation of Horsell began in February of this year, although i had been there a long time ago with my parents before, and the first thing i did was visit the so called "Hot spots" for sightings. I didn't take any readings at this point, just familurised myself with the location really, picturing in my head the stories that i had heard from locals about the figures that they had seen walking the woods. My next destination was the open field in which a martian pod had once landed.....in HG WELLS' novel 'The War of the Worlds', and then it was time to start getting readings. The common covers around 850 acres of mixed terrains, so to get an overall reading, it would take some time. I would spend a couple of hours during the day in one particular place using a TriField meter, which measures Electric, magnetic and microwaves, whilst simultaniously taking readings from a infared thermometer. At all times i have my sound recording equipment on to make not and pick up any possible EVP. I would scout from location to location taking readings, spending hours at a time in a single place, because you need to know what natural occurances happen in you investigation area, to be able to seperate them from any phenomena. Now all of these baselines are not taken from the "Hot spot", because i need to know if there are any natural spikes in the Magnetic field - which there are right by Horsell Birtch, a place where i returned to see if there was any kind of presence, but each time i returned, all i got was the same spike in the EMF. I would assume there is probably some badley laid electricity under the ground - as this is usually the case. I spent the next three days and four evenings walking around taking readings from the same places at different times in order to get a solid baseline. I never visited the HOT SPOTS again on this trip.
I returned in March - three weeks after i had last been there. Once again i began taking my reading almost immediately from the places i had been before, now most of these places surrounded the HOT SPOT, and other than one little spike in the Magnetic Field - there was nothing unusual about any of the readings. Again i spent a few days walking about and taking readings. I snapped off some shots on my fathers 35mm Minolta, a camera that i adore, and he knows it. I got the film developed in a local chemist, hoping that i might have caught something in the darkness that my eyes did not see, but nothing appeared. I knew that when i would return in April, i would have to make my way over to the HOT SPOTS, even if just for one night without any readings being taken.
On April 27th, i returned. Again i did a day taking a few more baselines and then in the evening i walked over to where i was told i would be garanteed a sighting.
Now there are a few stories about Horsell and its spirits. One is of a soldier, who may be one of the ones who was buried at the Muslim Burial ground located in the south east of the common, but his body would have been removed from the grounds in the '60's with all the other.
The other , less heard of one, is of another man, who some locals said he was a hiker who got lost in the 70's. Aparently he's is seen the most, but because people know the story of the soldier, they assume it's him.
So at 8pm, i headed over to one of the HOT SPOTS and waited.
and waited.
and waited.
Nothing. I took some readings and there was nothing out of the ordinary, nothing that differed too much from the surrounding areas.
I returned to my B&B at around 4am, having experienced nothing. I was gutted.
The next day i returned in the early afternoon, this time i headed straight for the HOT SPOT. Readings remained the same for a few hours, but as the sun began to drop, as did the tempreture, something happened.
In the distance i could see a figure, something was definitly there, about 150 yards ahead of me in the tree's, i looked down at the Tri-field meter and there was nothing, the reading remained steady. I was sure what i could see was a ghost, so i began to slowley move towards it.
I got closer and closer, but no strange readings, maybe the meter was broken, and then thats when it happened..
The figure slowley stopped, it turned to almost face me, and the meter went nuts, the thing with the meter is, if the EMF goes above a certain part - it hums, buzzes almost. Immediatly, i turned the meter off as to not scare off whatever it was i had seen. But in that split second that i had looked down to see the reading and turn it off, it had gone, completly.
Damn. The readings had returned back to normal.
I went back to where i was and waited, again, all night. I was now convinced that there was definitly something in these woods, and the next day, i was determined to get something.
I took my trusty camera over and began filming at around sunset - i waited in exactly the same postion, tri-field meter doing nothing and then it happened. The figure appeared exactly in the same spot, i immediatly grabed the camera and started getting closer - the trimeter was on silent, therefore, even know it was going nuts, nothing could be heard, the figure stopped, again it turned round and thats when i stopped. Holding the camera facing the figure, i stood absoulty still. For about 10 seconds we both stood still. Maybe it knew why i was there, probably not, but at this point my heart was racing at a thousand bpm. Right before my eyes it dissapeared, i don't know if i had blinked, but i knew it had gone, i also knew that i had caught everything on camera. I got back to my B&B room and immedialty checked the tape - everything was perfect - up until the point i started moving towards the figure - then the tape became static filled. I had heard of this before - the Magnetic feild surrounding the entity destroying the tape and sometimes the camera, luckily i only lost the tape, but i am determined to get better footage.
I am returning to Horsell soon - this month - and with more than one camera.
------notes-------------
Some have commented that my camera could have been setting of the trifield meter - but my baseline took the camera's activities into consideration.
Also , some will want to see the footage - i will post it along with my Horsell blog.
Thanks for reading - oh and if you are in the UK and know of anywhere that may be haunted , i'd like to know. Email me at cason99@googlemail.com
The Little Girl
I've been asked so many time to tell this story, so here goes.
After being introduced to the world of ghosts in '85, my father began to show me more and more. I suppose he could see the fascination I had with it. I was five years old, had no idea about most of the things that he was talking about, but I loved it, every single moment, and hungry to know more.
I remember him continually carrying out tests at home, taking readings from tons of different instruments, carrying out experiments of all sorts, setting down 35mm cameras and equipment all over the place, but I never remember asking why, that was until one night in 1987.
I could hear my mother screaming at my father in the kitchen and I went downstairs. (As it was a very rare thing that they ever argued).
He explained that our house was Haunted, it had been since before we even moved in, but for all the time that we had been there, there hadn't been a problem. My mother is perfectly happy with the idea that our home was occupied by other non-living entities, just so long as we are in no danger, i.e - that they are not NEGATIVE ENTITIES, my mother has had her fair share of run-ins with the darker side of the dead.(1) But on this night, things had gone from OK to terrifying.
To understand what I am about to tell you, you need to know that my mother is able to hear the dead. She's not a medium of any kind, nor a clairvoyant, she can just hear them, but not all of them, and only hears when she chooses to. It's kind of like she's a living EVP receiver. She can hear them talking to themselves, trying to talk to us, and talking to each other.(2)
You also need to know that the house is home to two "Ghosts"(3), One is Lady who we refer to a THE WOMAN(4), and the other is a LITTLE GIRL who was named PATRICIA.
BACK TO THE STORY -
Earlier that evening, my mother was putting away clothes and doing general housework when she heard THE WOMAN come into the room. It was nothing unusual for THE WOMAN to be in my parents room, as they believed it was the room that she may have died in.
THE WOMAN would usually talk to herself about getting ready, or looking for Patricia, but this time my mother noticed something very different. THE WOMAN was talking to my mother, she was talking directly to her, but it was the tone of her voice that was scary.
Then she began screaming at my mother, telling her that we all must leave the house, otherwise she will kill us in our sleep. She never gave a reason why, she also said things that my mother says she will never repeat.
At first she tried to leave the room, but the woman had locked the door.(5) My mother screamed for help but neither myself or my father could hear her cries. After around an hour of verbally abusing my mother, THE WOMAN opened the door and told her to leave. She did. She ran straight to my father and told him what had happened and that they had to leave.
My Father refused to leave and said that the best thing to do was to have the spirits exorcised from the house. Of course, my Father couldn't do it, he had made a promise that he wouldn't do it after a close call about a year earlier.(6) So he called the local minister who recommended a priest, Father Evyn, who was from St.Ives, Cornwall. He arrived at our home the next day, my mother by this time had taken me to my aunt Barbara's. I didn't want to go, not because I don't like my Aunt Bab's, I just so badly wanted to be at the house when the exorcism was taking place, I don't know why, I don't know what it was in me that just made me want to be there, I just know that I needed to see it.
Anyway, when we returned home a few days later, other than the house being in a bit of a state, THE WOMAN was gone. But, her little girl remained. My father said that she just didn't want to go, or couldn't. As THE LITTLE GIRL seemed to pose no threat to us, my father just decided to let her be, an idea that my mother had to eventually grow comfortable with.
It turned out to be a sort of good thing.
As I would get older, my father would take me on hunts and investigations (7), We could test out equipment at home and know if it was functional. Infrared Thermometers, EVP recording equipment, MADS, Motion Sensors and other things we might use.
Most days she is active, and occasionally you can see her sitting on our stairs. Of the things we have picked up in our recordings and what my mother says she hears, the only thing THE LITTLE GIRL says is,
"Have you seen my mummy?"
FOOTNOTES
1. See "THE EXORCISM INTERVIEWS" here on my blog.
2. I have asked her to do an interview - similar to the one I did with my dad. She has agreed and we will do it soon.
3. Ghost might not be a word that you like to use, some people who are into investigating prefer not to use it as it sounds Silly or Amateurish. I don't care, Ghost is a word I don't mind using.
4. My Mother once said that she remembers hearing THE WOMAN reffering to herself as SOFIA.
5. What some people refer to as a "Supernatural" or "Spiritual" "Lockdown"
6. A story for another time.
7. Hunt is when we would go to a location where we KNOW a negative entity exists, and our purpose is to get rid of it. Investigation is where we were gathering evidence.
First Video Blog
Check out Part One of my British Museum Investigation.
First Video Blog
I plan to do a full blog on the little girl in my house over the weekend, so check back soon.
Miles.
Interview with Mr Cason - Part Two
Sorry for not getting this up sooner, it's been a wild week.
So, where did we leave off......
CC: I don't know why, but I couldn't help but feel very, very sick at that moment. Later my father would say that it was the energy in the room, that every time he spoke with Satan, it made him feel sick too. He removed from his long coat what appeared to be a small bible, bound in black leather, he opened it to the first page and said something in Latin. At that age I had only begun to learn Latin, and the only words I made out were "Powerful being". I would later learn that my father was not contacting God for help, he was in fact speaking with the dark lord himself.
MC: Is this normal for an exorcism?
CC: It all depends on the demon that is the possessor, sometimes God is not the one to help.
MC: why wouldn't God be the one to help?
CC: My father never told me why, he just said that somethings are the way they are because that's the way they are.
MC: So what happened?
CC: Nothing. He spoke some words over her, later to be revealed to me, and the demon left her.
MC: No head spinning, projectile vomiting?
My father laughs.
CC: Unfortunately not, no. It was very peaceful almost. I think it was more to do with my father being prepared and knowing exactly what demon he was dealing with when he turned up.
MC: What happened to the girl?
My dad smiles, he knows what I am after.
CC: She was fine. We met up not long after, she came over to our place for dinner, continuously thanking my dad for what he did.
MC: and then?
CC: You know what then.
MC: I know, I know, I just want other people to know, my readers.
CC: And then we started courting, and I have never stopped loving your mother for a single day.
We take a break for a moment.
MC: Mum is a very religious person isn't she?
CC: indeed.
MC: Did that ever get in the way of what you wanted to do, as in, Ghost Investigations.
CC: She didn't like the idea, but every time I was going to leave the house, she would throw a blessing or two at me.
MC: So back to your dad, how many more Exorcisms did you see him do after that night?
CC: More than enough.
MC: And when did he begin teaching you more about them?
CC: I suppose it was a few years later. He had received word that his church was to be closed, due to him performing exorcisms outside of the church's knowing. He was to stop practicing as a minister and turn in his robes.
MC: Did he?
CC: Yes. He stopped immediately. He didn't want to put his family in any immediate danger. But he did continue exorcisms.
MC: When was your first?
My father asks me to stop. He explains that there are too many bad things that could come of this, none of which he wants to even imagine happening.
MC: You are known locally as someone who performs exorcisms?
CC: yes.
MC: How many have you actually performed in this area?
CC: A few, Four maybe.
MC: You once told me that it was the same demon, stalking the area.
CC: That's what I believe, yes.
MC: How long has it bee since you last faced a demon?
CC: Seven years.
My dad hears something, he asks me to stop as he fears we may had disturbed the spirit of the little girl who lives in my house - a story for another time - and that we should finish up.
MC: Dad, thanks for doing this.
CC: No problem, we can finish off another time, OK?
MC: Yes.
So that's it.
Thanks to everyone who has read, if you have any comments please let me know.
Miles.
Interview with Mr Cason - Part One
Exorcisms are very popular, but not spoken about much in the paranormal community and having never seen a real exorcism, I thought I would talk to not only someone who had seen one, but had performed a few in his time. That man is my father Mr Colin Cason.
I initially filmed the interview, but after my father watched it back, he got a very bad vibe, as he usually does, about the footage and asked me politely not to show anybody else the interview. reluctantly I promised I wouldn't show anybody, but asked if I could type up the transcript for my blog, he said that I could but that he would be able to censor certain aspects such as some of the names. What follows is the transcript of that interview.
Interview date : 16/06/08
Miles Cason: OK?
Colin Cason: Fine.
MC: When was your first experience of an exorcism?
CC: It was the summer of 1962. my father, as you know, was the local minister and he had been called out late one night to the Fielding's place, they lived about a mile or two up the road. now this was nothing new, he had been called out a number of times before in the night, usually to sick or dying people, but i knew by the way he paced up and down the hall, that this was something different. I was sat in the kitchen reading a book, I forget now which book it was, and I asked him where he was going, he told me that he had something to do and that it was urgent. I asked him what was so urgent and he told me. Of course I was intrigued, and asked if I could come along and he said OK.
MC: He didn't object in the slightest?
CC: The only thing that he said, was for me not to tell my mother.
MC: A Phrase I am also familiar with.
My Father laughs.
CC: We arrived at the Fielding's around 2am in the morning. Now, my father was not a man of few words, but he was dead silent all the way there, I could tell that he had something on his mind. When we stopped outside the house, he looked at me and said, "Please, whatever you see or hear, don't run". It was one of those really scary moments, when you know that there is no turning back and what you are about to do, will change you forever.
We were greeted at the door by an obviously distressed Mr Fielding, a man with little colour left in his face. He pointed up upstairs without saying a word. we walked up what seemed to be a forever staircase, turning at the end to face a single door. The house was silent, not a single creek from a single step or floorboard, I could even hear myself breathing. maybe it was me, but the only thing I can remember, the only thing that really sticks in my mind, was the smell. The smell was indescribable, almost sterile like, the smell of a hospital, but worse, much much worse. When we got to the door, my father did a little blessing and lay down a line of Rock Salt.
MC: Has rock salt ever been proven to be a protection from demons and, or ghosts?
CC: The whole rock salt thing has been around for many years, and even though itss never been proven to do ANYTHING, it has seemed to protect many from attacks, and continues to do so.
MC: So you got to the door and then...
CC: We entered the room. A room not so big, but not too small. In the center of the room sit a four posted bed, a stick thin young woman lay on the bed and to her left sit her mother. At that time, little Mary Fielding must have been about my age. I knew her from around, but hadn't seen her for a while, I then knew why. The first thing my father did was bless the windows and the doorway, he ordered me to get rid of the giant mirror that sat against the wall, and also remove all the crucifix's that hung in the room, Mrs Fielding had hung them when her daughter fell ill. I took them downstairs where I found Mr Fielding almost in tears of fear. My father then circled the bed several times, every now and then dropping a tiny bit of salt on the floor. Mrs Fielding asked him why he removed the crucifix's from the room. What he told her would never leave me. "We won't be asking God for help today, he is not the one we need." Mrs Fielding was holding her daughters hand, almost squeezing it so hard and stopping the blood. My father removed he hand and told her to sit back. That's when he began.
Part two coming soon.
Haunted London and the Bank ghost.
Over the next few months, I will try to visit as many place as possible, and if I can, get photographs and videos of the encounters.
My first story is of the Bank Nun.
If you visit Bank station, and leave via the exit 3, you will come out near The Bank of England. This is the story.
On November 2nd 1811,
Philip Whitehead, ‘a man of genteel appearance’ who had been employed
in the Cashier’s Office at the Bank of England, was brought to the dock
of the Old Bailey, charged with forgery. Found guilty, he was sentenced
to death and was duly hanged in early 1812. News of his crime and
execution was, however, kept from his devoted sister, Sarah Whitehead,
who was removed by Philip’s friends to a house in Wine Office Court,
off Fleet Street. But one day, Sarah turned up at the Bank of England
to enquire of her brother’s whereabouts, and an unthinking clerk
promptly blurted out the story of Philip’s crime and ignominious death.
The shock of the discovery turned the poor woman’s mind and thereafter
she took to turning up at the Bank everyday asking after her brother in
the belief that he still worked there. She became known as the “Bank
Nun” on account of her peculiar attire that consisted of a long black
dress and a black crepe veil worn over her face and head. The city
merchants took pity on her and never let her pass “without extending
their assistance,” whilst the Directors and clerks of the Bank of
England saw to it that she was frequently provided with “sums of money
in compliment of her misfortune.”
fortune from her and this led to her frequently hurling insults at them during
business hours. On one occasion Baron Rothschild was going about his
business at the Stock Exchange when she suddenly appeared and called
him a “villain and a robber” telling him that he had defrauded her of her fortune
and demanding the £2,000 he owed her. He responded by taking half a crown
from his waistcoat pocket, handing it to her and telling her as he did
so “There, then, take that and don’t bother me now; I’ll give you the
other half tomorrow.” Accepting the money, she thanked him and went
away.
and so gave her a sum of money on condition she agreed never to
return to the bank again. In life she kept that contract, but in death her
wraith has broken it many times. More than one late night wanderer,
wending their weary way home along Threadneedle Street has been
surprised by her ghostly figure appearing before them and, with
downcast eyes enquiring sadly, though politely,
“have you seen my brother?”
I have been here many a time, both on my own and with my parents. We did record some EVP (Electronic Voice Phenomena) but none of it substantial enough to back up the story. I'm considering returning to Bank sometime soon to try and record or photograph anything new. All of my findings will be posted here.
Keep an eye on the blog.
Miles.
Past, Present and Future of Miles Cason
For those of you who don't really know me, my father is my best friend, always has been and always will be. Not only has he made me the person I am today, but regardless of any situation, he has always been there for me and I believe that he always will be. As you know from my previous post, he introduced me to the spiritual world and taught me a lot about our known history and the history that not everyone is taught. One of my favorite discussions with him was about Hitler and his relationship with the occult. As everyone knows, Hitler was obsessed with the occult, he used to send out teams of Archaeologists to find occult items. This is about as much as most history classes will teach you. The truth is, Hitlers obsession went further and deeper. He hired "Mediums" to talk to the dead, and strongly believed that he would return fifty years after his death to haunt mankind in its last years. He talked for hours on end to the spirit of his mother, and long forgotten brother about his own actions in the war.
My Father loves to talk, and will go on for lengths about most things, this is what makes him who he is.
So now you know a little about my past, what about the present.
Currently I work in Borders, the book shop. It's a pretty awesome job, I love to read. I am also looking to start visiting some places that are supposedly Haunted, without my parents, which I have never done.
My mum is freaking out about it, keeps telling me that I have to make sure I do not go unprotected, my dad is happy to see that I am willing to venture further and hopes to someday join me. I don't really want to go on my own, so if anyone would be interested in joining me, that would be great, but this is serious, I am not going to have a laugh, I am going simply to see if these places are haunted. I will be taking some equipment with me to try and pick up anything, mainly a camcorder and a sound recorder to try and pick up EVP (Electronic Voice Phenomena).
My first Visit will be to West Park Hospital, located near Epsom Common sometime in June. I have to do a little more research as the building is Abandoned and I am trying to get permission to enter.
If you would like to join me, please email me at cason99@googlemail.com or comment here.
If you don't join me, I will be posting my adventure here and maybe a little Video BLOG. Also I'll send around stuff on YouTube.
So what is in store for Miles Cason in the future?
Well I really look forward to making some good friends online and go visit some Haunted UK places, including the Tower of London. All of which I will record here.
Until next post.
Happy Birthday Dad.
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