The MP Job

Hello dear friends.

I've been following all the election debates and also the MP expenses scandals on the news. We know the newspapers tend to exaggerate facts, but it doesn't look good on the politicians how so many people are getting away with murder, or getting away with our money. Politics get my blood boiling, so let's get back to the Paranormal.

Some ten years back me and my dad did an investigation for a politician, a MP. He had a mansion somewhere in Buckinghamshire, beautiful place. Before he bought it the mansion belonged to a Lord who had no heir, the place was on the man's family since the 1700's.

The MP met us at the town centre and we followed him to the house. The place was both beautiful and creepy. The owner himself hadn't encountered anything while staying there, but his staff constantly complained of noises, voices, the presence of someone in the room when they're alone and the odd apparition.

My dad divided the place so we could cover more ground in the five nights we were staying. After the initial interview the MP went away and we had his housekeeper guide us through the many rooms and corridors. Oh, and stairs, lots and lots of stairs.

After the tour each of us went to our half of the mansion, working on a floor per night to cover the whole place in time.
I had the kitchen, staff quarters, a massive storage room and a few bedrooms, including a big unused one on the top floor.
Based on all the information we got I started with the staff quarters, which comprised four bedrooms, a shower room with changing room and one small extra kitchen. I did my baseline readings throughout the whole area so I could investigate specific rooms during the second night.

I got nothing strange in the rooms I stayed over the first night. My father got a couple of whispers and the odd moving object. One staff complained of the shadow of a man walking past her bed. She stayed in one of the usually empty rooms while I investigated their quarters.

For the second night I asked the housekeeper to spend the night in the staff quarter as usual, which he reluctantly agreed. I wanted to check the bedroom without missing out on any activity downstairs.
The readings in the room upstairs were completely different from what I got the night before, and I got no activity at all. Down in the staff quarters a staff member was woken up by a scary image of a couple staring down at her next to her bed. Seems like something here likes to show its face, but not to me or my dad. He got some moving objects again and heard laughter coming from an empty room.

The morning after the second night he got all staff together for a meeting. My father told me he suspected someone could be playing a prank on them all, so he asked everyone to leave the house for the next night. We called the MP, who told them to stay at another house he owned in a nearby town. I wonder now if he ever used taxpayers' money to have that one.

So, without any staff, my father and I roamed the empty rooms and corridors of this creepy mansion.
A couple of hours through our investigation we both heard footsteps, voices, laughter and the odd scream here and there. We checked what had been recorded so far, which I think my father did to confirm if there was no staff member hiding somewhere. Since there wasn't and our readings were all spiking, my father concluded they were a few poltergeist in the house and considering the history of the place, they would not leave quietly. We both went to bed early that night.

We woke up around 8am, packed the car with a few empty water bottles and left for the nearest church. We filled all the bottles with Holy Water and drove back.
By the time we got to the mansion everyone was there. The Holy Water was poured into a few mop buckets and we divided into groups to mop the whole house. Simple, effective and helps with the daily cleaning chores.
We spent the night to make sure it worked. No sounds, no voices, no spikes in our readers. Job done.

We called the MP in the morning with the result of our work and he was very happy. He insisted in paying my father, which we refused. On the drive back we joked about the possibilities of the man using taxpayers' money to buy the mansion and wanting to use the same money to pay us. Maybe we had a vision of the future where MP's would do that. My father kept using Nixon's old line "I'm not a crook". Good times.

And the MP name is … Gordon Brown.

Only joking. We signed an agreement never to reveal his identity, but I will reveal if his name appears in that list of shame of the expenses scandal.

Till next week.

Love,

Miles.

Court Case

Hello dear readers.

I got a few messages from you, my online friends, about the farm investigation story. I'm really happy to have shared that with you all. I've know that story for a long time and it is a touching and remarkable one. Thanks for all the comments and messages I got.

We had a meeting with a lot of lawyers in it last week. There was our lawyer, the lawyers we are trying to win against to get our inheritance back and their lawyers. Thankfully there was a representative of the Royal Courts, or it would have been a meeting of blabbering and bullshitting. I can only mention this because our lawyer was nice enough to guarantee I can blog about whatever I want. The other side tried and persuade us to accept a deal and settle this out of court, but we've been fooled and deceived by them before, so we want the protection of the court behind us. We're gonna get a date hopefully before the Summer. Now we have to wait until the Royal Courts find a slot for our case.

Fingers crossed. According to everyone we have a very good chance of winning this case, which means I can go back to investigating full time again.

I'll keep you guys updated.

Love,

Miles.

Mrs Hendricks' farm – pt. 2

Hello friends.

As promised and on time, here's the rest of the story I got from my dad's journals about Mrs Hendricks' farm.

"Third night.
After last night's activity I decided to stay indoors as my presence outside seemed to cause something of a commotion.
I had gathered enough baseline information on several rooms inside, so I could study the reason behind this activity. I can say it is an intense case but something tells me it's not aggressive. I have come to doubt my own conclusion every time I remember that a man has died as a result of his encounters with this entity.

Temperature data was not enough to help me identify a specific location or source for what's happening here. Magnetically I got readings in the main bedroom and the kitchen. There's a lot of static in the bedroom, which can be misinterpreted sometimes. I set up my video and audio recorders in the kitchen and stationed myself in the bedroom.
There were spikes and noises from as early as 9pm. I once again tried contacting it a few times and got no reply of any kind. I'll check the recordings in the morning hoping I got better luck in the kitchen."

"Morning of the fourth day.
Interesting development after I checked my recordings. First there was a voice, or more like a grunt, on the sound recorder. The video showed a cupboard door opening and closing. After checking the time of each phenomenon I found it happened each time I tried and contact the entity in the bedroom. Easy decision, easy solution, tonight I will concentrate my efforts in the kitchen."

"Fourth and last night.

This is the first night Mrs Hendricks is joining me. I assured nothing would harm her as long as she sticks with me. She took a seat at the kitchen while I set up my equipment. Proving she was quite nervous about the experience, she kept chit chatting throughout, in contrast to her usual quiet and reserved self.
I asked politely for some silence as I attempted contact. A noise was heard near the cupboard. I enquired as to the contents and was told only cups and mugs were kept there. She got up and grabbed a broom, "just in case is a rat" she said. Now I was frightened. Not a big fan of rodents.
I approached the cupboard door and called for it again. Another noise from inside, this time louder. I started asking basic questions to the entity, which I don't usually do, but I had to try and understand why it was manifesting inside this confined space. Thoughts came through my mind. Was I right in my first analysis and this is a poltergeist and as soon as I open this door a mug will fly right at me? Or is it something inside bothering it so much it has to be haunting the people in the house?
The noise from inside kept happening after every question I asked. It clearly lost patience with me as several cupboard doors start to open and close. My first reaction was to check Mrs Hendricks, who was paralysed looking at it in terror. I told her it was nothing to be worried about and stopped my interrogation not to provoke any more similar activity.
I approached the cupboard and opened it carefully. Nothing happened. I checked my readings and it was all the same still, but there was no sign of it. I looked around and found mostly regular looking cups and mugs and one old tea pot at the back. I asked her if all these items were hers and she started to point out the ones that were or not. The tea pot was in the house when they bought the farm. I remembered they got the place at an auction because the owner, a lady who lived by herself, had died with no one to leave it for. It all seemed clear then. I took the tea pot and to our surprise the kitchen door to the outside flung open. Without hesitating I took it out and could feel the pressure on top of this small object, similar to a strong wind pushing you, almost steering as you walk down the road. I dared not to open it indoors, afraid it could do more harm than good. I kept walking allowing the unseen to guide me. We reached a river that runs in the back of the farm. The pressure stopped. I opened the tea pot and was surprised to find a military medal of honour, a goodbye letter and two wedding rings. Both living people were very touched at that moment. We were brought back to reality as a noise was heard in the water. We looked for a while waiting. Another noise, similar to a pebble thrown in the water. I got the hint, approached the bank of the river, emptied the contents of the tea pot in the water and threw it as well. Mrs Hendricks and I stood there looking at the river. She started to cry and I imagined that cry contained her sadness at the old woman story, at her terror in the hands of that spirit and the loss of her own husband."

"Conclusions.
Halfway through this investigation I had a hunch this entity was not aggressive and Harold Hendricks' death was more an accident than some evil doing from this lost soul. By finding the object that belonged to the deceased and releasing its contents away from the house the energy inside changed completely and it was safe to assume no more haunting was gonna happen there. One odd thing was the presence of the same amount of static in the bedroom as before, but after analysing all the information Mrs Hendricks told me that last night I've come to the conclusion the static was the result of the fear and dread the couple had gone through every time they spent the night at the farm. That would account for the lack of contact from the entity in the room. Fear it seems can keep some spirits away, it's too strong an emotion and it releases a lot of energy into the space around us. Job done, but this one will stay with me for a long time."

On a later journal I read an entry where my dad found out the woman's husband was a sailor and his ship was sunk in the Atlantic by a German sub, she never remarried and died alone at their farm. Sad story indeed. Mrs Hendricks died a couple of years later. She left the farm for the British Legion.

This was one of the first stories my dad told me as he was revealing his work as a paranormal investigator, after I had my own first experience. I have never come across a similar case in all my years investigating, so I find this one really interesting. As a kid I remember getting scared that some of the old pieces of furniture we had in the house would bring its former owner to haunt my bedroom.

Hope you enjoy the read.

Love,

Miles.

Easter break?

Hello everyone.

Today's the first day off I have in a week. Where usually I'd look forward to the Easter break, this year I can't wait for it to be over. Maybe Jamie Oliver is right and we eat way too much junk food. I'm one to talk, I eat a lot of it and I now work at a junk food place. This past week and a half have been so busy at work that I've seen my boss actually smiling for the first time since I started working there.

How come we love burgers so much? Even when we're apparently not supposed to eat it. There's this regular costumer who loves our cheeseburger, she came by on Saturday and ordered a chicken burger. When asked by me why the change she reminded me we are all Christians after all and you shouldn't eat red meat during the Easter weekend. I couldn't help myself looking around and seeing how many red meat burger orders were being made at that very moment. It seems we can't help ourselves. I finished my day with a fish and chips lunch, just in case.

The amount of hours I'm working this week is the reason I didn't have time to type the second part of Mrs Hendricks farm story. I know what you thinking, instead to telling you why it's not up I should be posting it, right? Wrong, I like to keep the suspense. My favourite stories and films have a lot of suspense and don't simply tell you what's gonna happen.

So, I'll type and prepare the second part of that story and will post it on Monday.

Until then, enjoy your week and the rest of the break, for those who actually have one :-)

Love,

Miles.