The Others…

This is a true story of what happened to my nana in 2013 and the ghost which plagued her last few months.

Emily was a grand lady. She was 98 years old and had lived a long and happy life. She had 9 children, vast amounts of grandchildren and many great grandchildren. She had lived a long and beautiful life in a happy that she had lived in for 78 years. But all that was about to change….

It began one autumn morning when Emily sat to rest in a chair overlooking the whole living room. She sat and enjoyed the peace. But then she was disturbed…

According to my nana Emily a man entered the room and went into the living room and looked in the mirror….and a woman followed…. Dressed in all black wearing a black veil…. Like she had just been to a funeral…. And sat in my grandmother’s favourite chair… Her face in a fixed gaze… Motionless….

Who was these two strange people my grandmother had been witness to? Within a minute they faded away into thin air…..

The days passed by and there was no strange incidents until a few days later when Emily was sat in her chair in the living room she was watching television when she seen something out of the corner of her eye. She turned to look… Floating across the room towards Emily was – her mother.

Emilys mother had been dead at least 30 years and here she was as a young woman approaching my nana across the living room. Emily recognized the green dress she wore well… The phantom turned and headed through the hall door and vanished. My nana was so convinced she seen her that she stood up and went after her. Shouting her name in a friendly gentle manner as anyone would to their mother… But she was gone… Vanished….

Then events took a deeper and darker turn….

My nana (Emily) was sat in her chair when suddenly a boy appeared….smiling…. And being playful gazing at my nana. There was activity about suddenly of other people. A woman was looking around and a little dog was sniffing about the room as if he had always been there.

But then the atmosphere changed. According to my nana the boys face became fear and the woman dissapeared and a man entered and the child ran chased by the man and they all vanished….

These people then became an ongoing presence in my nana Emilys life.

My aunt Judy went to check on my nana due to these stories circulating amongst the members of the family. But she was nowhere to be found. My aunty searched the house and came lastly to a locked conservatory door… She opened in and there was Emily… Locked in. Emily claims the family locked her in and was looking her in there on the ‘mans’ orders.

What confused my aunty was how had my nana managed to lock herself in from the other side?

This man was an evil and aggressive presence. In the dead of night he was constantly shouting ‘put the light on’ aggressively to Emily leaving her with no sleep.

I went to visit my grandmother myself one day. I entered the hall and I could hear her talking to people. I went in and she was sat talking to someone on the couch. As soon as I entered it stopped and she talked to me instead normal as she always did and didn’t say a word to the person on the sofa. But as soon as I left to go the toilet…. I entered the hall and I heard her say ‘now where was we?… ‘ and the chat had begun again…. It hadn’t been forgotten about. This person hadn’t been forgotten about by my grandmother. It was almost as if they had waited patiently for me to leave…..sat on the sofa… Invisible and silent….

The next door neighbour to my nana Emily rang an aunty of mine that she could hear my nana Emily shouting one night through the wall so she went to investigate….

Emily claims that the boy had awoken my nana up asking for help from the man….then the man had appeared and a battle had begun between Emily and the man involving the boy….. Emily pulled on one arm of the boy and the man on the other…. A struggle took place…..Emily claims the man won and dragged the screaming boy ‘through the wall’. What concerned my aunty was… The carpet was all rucked up where Emilys feet had fought hard and dug deep against an opposing force…..

Things then got a little stranger…

Upon one of the men in my family going to visit Emily to see if she was OK he entered the kitchen… Here Emily had made three cups of tea… One for her, one for him and one for ‘the man’. He picked up the cup which was for ‘the man’ and poured it away down the sink. Then… He tells everyone convincingly…. The kitchen door slammed shut as if someone had slammed it in anger……

The man would often whisper at the end of the bed ‘we’re coming for you’ in a evil way.

I remember the last time I seen my grandmother. It was one Christmas eve. She stood at the bottom of the stairs agitated… Demanding the three people at the top come down at once…..

It was widely believed Emily had dimentia…. But these people… The man, the woman, the child and the dog were continuous up until she died…. The story and the characters and the appearances and descriptions of them never changed….

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The Witch in the Underground

This is the story of a thief and his encounter with a Witch on the underground in London.

‘I rode across Westminster Bridge quickly as I had just been involved in a violent assault of a woman not far from Westminster Abbey. My mind was fuelled with evasion and detection and headed down towards the underground. It was late at night and I had to get to Tower Hamlets. I was a wanted criminal for many crimes. Often attacks and muggings of young women.

I rode fast on a stolen moped knowing the police would be searching for it. Then before me out of the darkness came a shape of a woman. She was carrying a large bag with her. I took my chance and as I drove past I snatched the bag and drove off. I sensed the woman had fell to the ground. I abandoned the moped round the corner and ran to the underground.

I entered the train carriage and it was empty. I began making my way through the train and sat down with the large bag I had stolen.

There was no one else on the train and I began to open the bag. The contents surprised me. There was a small shovel covered in mud, a crystal ball, a strange bag wrapped up and a book. I opened the book and on the opening page it said ‘Mary Sabden’. Every page was a book of recipes and spells of some sort of magic. I read them and laughed at who this idiot Mary Sabden was and her strange interests.

Then I opened the strange bag. The contents was disturbing. Within the small bag folded up was – fingers.

I paused and looked. They was definitely real human fingers….

I looked around to see if anyone else was there. There was no one.

Then I heard someone speak to me…

Hello Samuel said a woman.

I turned to see a young beautiful woman sat opposite me. She wore a Hood and had long dark hair.

A little shining light passed through a pentagram necklace she wore almost like a lightning bolt.

The train was now in full flow.

A strange wind seemed to blow her hair but the wind seemed to only effect her presence and nowhere else.

Who are you? I asked.

I am the owner of that bag. Those are my fingers I have gathered for my spells She said.

Why have you got fingers? Who do they belong to? I asked shocked.

I got them from the cemetry. She said.

I am the new victim of you she said laughing evil at me.

Then her face changed to the woman I had just attacked before I stole the bag. The woman near Westminster Abbey.

Or am I your last victim? Her hair was now blonde and her appearance changed completely to another girl.

She began to cry and use a different voice. A voice of the other woman.

How could you attack me like that? Why? What harm did I do to you? She said crying.

Her face was horrific with bad cuts and bruises all over her face where I had attacked her. Blood poured from her nose.

Then began tears of blood.

She stood up and came over to me. Before me stood my previous victim. Then she pointed at me.

Lightning passed through my body and I felt paralysed.

Revenge revenge for all your victims is upon you. Now is the time for you to be the victim and for you to face fear and feel so weak and powerless just like you did with all them women. She roared.

I fell to the floor and began to crawl. I couldn’t reach my knife. I turned and looked up at her. She grabbed the bag and put the fingers in it. She held the book and the pages began to turn and stopped on a page. She looked at it and chanted a spell.

‘Many faces show many horrors and evil of a mans past, shall return to haunt him one by one at last’ she said.

Her face flashed through all the faces of my previous victims. The lights in the carriage began to flicker.

I raced into the next carriage but there was nobody there. I turned and paniced and pressed the alarm but it didn’t work. I could hear invisible children crying on certain seats. Sobbing in fright and sadness. But there was no one there.

I seen a silhouette of a person coming through the doors into this carriage. The woman entered again and then her face turned into my mother. She grinned at me and spoke in my mothers voice.

Samuel, Samuel I hate you Samuel. I wish I had never given birth to you. You are a pathetic waste of skin. She came close and dug her nails into my skin and began scratching me deeply.

The look in my mums face was of severe anger and hatred and almost demonic.

I can see a future for you Samuel, you will burn, burn she said.

Never had I seen such hatred in my mothers face.

I brought you into this life and I shall take you out of this life she said angrily. Her eyes glew red and she attacked me like a demonic monster.

Mum look I am sorry. Mum honest I am sorry. I said.

I am a woman Samuel, your mother is a woman would you like it if someone attacked her? She said angrily.

Then she returned to the original witch. She grinned at me.

What have you done with my mother? I asked.

She lifted up her top and in her belly my mums face pushed through her skin screaming.

Samuel help me she screamed through the skin.

My sisters face appeared screaming in horror and my nieces face.

Help us Samuel they all screamed in horror.

The witch grinned and lowered her top.

Please let them go please dont harm them I beg you. I said.

But Samuel they are merely women. Powerless weak women like the ones you attacked. Did you care what their families think or feel? She said.

No no I am sorry. Please I am sorry. I begged.

Perhaps I should keep your nieces soul. Afterall what was it you said to your victim while her child was with her when you attacked her and her child? She said.

Oh yes… There is nothing more irritating and annoying than other peoples children, the more time you spend with the little creatures – the more you want to strangle them. She repeated Samuels words from a crime he commited.

I quite agree with you she said smirking. She grabbed the crystal ball from her bag and held it and it began to glow and shot a light across the whole carriage.

When I could see again Mary Sabden wasn’t there.

The carriage went silent for a second. Then behind me at the other end of the carriage I heard the sound of sobbing.

I turned and sat on one of the seats was a young girl of about 8 years old.

I slowly approached her and she continued to cry.

Are you OK? I asked.

She looked at me crying.

No I am not OK she said.

What’s the matter? What’s happened? I asked.

She looked at me crying.

Because of you I cannot be born. I am your unborn daughter. But I can never experience life now. Never. She screamed crying.

Fright filled my body again.

Why cant you be born? Yes you can. I said.

I cannot Daddy. You see I cannot be allowed to be born to a monster like you. To a man who hurts children and women. You dont like women Daddy and I one day will be a woman. You could hurt me. She said.

I looked at her shocked and scared.

I would never hurt a child of mine. I said.

What if someone hurt me, just like you hurt women maybe there are more of your kind? She said.

Unless you change your ways I will never be born. Not to a monster like you’ she said.

Then the carriage door opened and a man entered with anger in his face. His eyes glew red and he looked at the girl. He grabbed her by the hand and dragged her off the seat towards the carriage door.

Daddy help me. A bad man has got me. Help me. A bad man like you to others. She screamed.

I tried to stop her but it was too late. I was powerless to help her. He put her under his arm aggressively and left through the doors.

I closed my eyes and then opened them. Before me sat a black cat which hissed at me demonically. The cat then bit me hard on the hand and ran off.

Then the witch returned before me.

All this can end if you do the right thing…. She said.

She sat down next to me.

Who are you? What do I need to do? I asked.

I am Mary Sabden. I am a witch and belong to a witches coven. I practice in black magic and the occult and possess knowledge from the demons.

I never knew people like you exist. I said.

I was born to evil, evil is just my way of life and it is all I have ever known. Unlike you Samuel who chose evil. That is much much worse. You can stop all this by doing the right thing.

Then she dissapeared.

The train came to a halt at my station. I looked at the open door and ran quick onto the station. I found the nearest phone and rang my mum.

It rang and rang… Then she answered.

Mum, mum are you OK? I asked.

Yes I am fine why? She asked.

Luckily all my family was fine and had experienced nothing that evening.

The next call I made was to the police to hand myself in….

After many years I never commited another crime… But the cat bites still remained….

A meeting with a Vampire

This is the story of a policeman in London in 1994 and his encounter with a Vampire.

‘It was approaching Halloween and the nights was going cold and the nights was drawing in over London. There had been an increase in the deaths of young people in London found with strange markings on their bodies such as puncture marks to certain parts. So the belief was that a cult was on the rise in England.

I thought little of it until one certain night when I was doing a night shift. I had been sent to investigate a disturbance close by and the sound of a man screaming.

I arrived at the scene in my police car and got out to investigate. I headed down an alleyway and came out on a remote industrial area outside a small warehouse. The time was round about 3am. I flashed my torch everywhere and suddenly seen a man lying on the floor in pain. Stood over him was a figure with a Hood and as I flashed my torch it lit up the face of a woman and her eyes glew blood red and she moved away quick. I flashed my light around and there was no one around.

The man got to his feet and quickly stumbled off in shock covered in blood. I asked him if he was ok and he nodded but got in his car parked across road and drove away.

I heard a noise behind me and the sounds of someone whispering. I set off down the path further into the remote area.

The moon shone a little helping me see and a shadow was cast. A woman flew towards me at speed knocking me over. I got up quick but my torch had rolled away. The woman came again and threw me across the yard far.

I seen her and she moved in a flash. There was long dark hair coming out of her black hood and the moon made her look pale.

I got my baton out to protect myself but she attacked me non stop and I dropped my baton to the floor.

She grabbed hold of me by my neck and lifted me up with one hand.She had some immense strength. She was almost playing with me.

She dropped me to the floor and I began crawling away. She pulled me back and threw me in another direction as if I was a toy.

There was a small cage near by used for forklift truck drivers. I stumbled into that quick and slammed the cage shut and wrapped the chain around and sealed it. She came to the cage fast and stared at me in the face through the bars. Her eyes was dark red and her hair black and skin pale. Her mouth was covered in dark red blood. She looked at me and began shaking the cage and bars. But she struggled to move the bars. She rattled the cage back and two and became more and more desperate. After a few minutes of this she stopped and seemed to become weaker and weaker and whispered what sounded like ‘blood need it’ faintly. She turned and flew off away from me but stopped and then fell to the floor in a heap.

I watched wondering if I should get out of the cage. After a couple of minutes in my own pain from injuries I left the cage and walked slowly over to the figure lying in a heap on the floor. Her hands moved a little but she had become almost unconcious and weak.

I stood over her and removed the Hood. There was a girl under the hood with dark lips. She was freezing cold and her eyes flickered slowly open and shut. She looked at me and her eyes were changing from dark red to black. I got my torch but my radio had been broken.

She reached her hand out to me again and it shuddered. I decided I had no choice but to help her….

Blood ran from my fingers from an injury and I let it drip from my fingers into her mouth. Her tongue lapped it up and she re-gained strength but not alot. She got stronger and stronger as I fed her. I picked her up and carried her to my car to get her to hospital. I put her in the back of the police car and began driving. I reported it in over my radio. I looked in my rear view mirror and she was sat upright in the back staring at me. I looked at the road and back again and she was gone…..

It wasn’t until the next night I seen her again…

It was 3.30am and I was driving down close to Tower Bridge on my way back to the station when suddenly before me on the road she appeared before me and I had to emergency stop. She floated in the air about 3 inches off the floor and her hood and cloak covered her with only her mouth showing. I sat and gazed at this creature and she flew off down an alley. I parked the car and wondered if I should walk down after her…I decided to do so….

The alley took me onto a balcony overlooking the Thames with Tower Bridge on my left…. The moon shone bright and it was a quiet night.

I could see the hooded figure before me facing away from me overlooking the river. I approached slowly and she didn’t move and I stood next to her about 6 feet away. My heart beat was fast. She was motionless and didn’t move and she had a fixed gaze.

‘What are you?’ I asked.

Her head turned towards me and the moon lit up her face.

‘Vampire, Witch, Demon maybe all three’ she said.

‘Why are you here and what is it you want and why are you out all night like this?’ I asked.

‘The day is bright and blinding. The sun shall only blind and burn you, but the night and the moon are beautiful and peaceful’ she replied

‘Why have you killed them people? Innocent people. You surely shouldn’t be alive surely you should die’ I said.

‘I shall die when love dies, when the curse of love over mankind has been broken. Afterall it is love who made a monster out of me. The people I seeked and killed are those who brought heartbreak just as I was once exposed to. Love is only pain and suffering and dependance. Love is hell and people in love are enslaved and blinded to the truth just like the sun blinds them so does love’ she said.

‘You cannot go round killing people. It is cruel and evil. Where are you from? ‘ I asked.

‘I love and crave and desire blood. It is my own need. My only fixation to survive. Oh beautiful blood’ she said.

‘How is it you still exist? ‘ I asked.

‘Over the years people have feared me. Yet they go church and drink a symbol of the blood of Christ. Just like what I do – drink blood. I have been told of many Gods. So which one of the so called Gods sentenced me to such a dark destiny?’ she said.

‘Please stop it all. I beg you’ I said.

‘I would like to thank you for saving me. You are the first person I have spoken to since the second world war. I wish you no further harm and I won’t kill humans no more’ she said.

‘I helped you because I seen a human in you, humanity and nature and a person’ I said.

‘Kindness I have never experienced.I have been dead since 1664 and felt no warmth. It is rare in life and is like a drug people become addicted to when it is shown rather like blood’ she said

‘Look I am scared of you. I have no idea what you are or why you are here but this has to stop. It is evil to continue such actions’ I said.

‘And what is evil? Evil is the way of life. I kill for a purpose, for survival even though I am the undead. Whereas the land of the living is day to day evil such as wars and hate and murder and abuse of children. Mankind is true evil. People preach love but love is a curse. I hate love. Love breaks people and changes who they are and corrupts their mind and dreams’ she said.

‘Love is a beautiful act between two humans beings. Everyone seeks love and to be happy. It is lifes way’ I said.

‘Love is of one person controlling the mind of another. People say I am evil but it is not me taking over the mind of another and bewitching them and toying with their emotions. To depend on another who is not of your blood is insanity of mankind’ she said. She gazed at me powerfully.

‘Soon is another sunrise and the light but really it is darkness of many hearts. It is a dark world. The light only fades and dissapears whereas darkness is eternal. Darkness is beautiful, mysterious and suffocating’ she said.

‘There is nothing as beautiful as sunrise, a new day and a new start’ I said.

‘No one makes a new start, they just do the same things, ignorance of the suffering and of war and famine. As long as they are OK they forget the rest. People want everything and to leave people with nothing. Greed is mankind. Cruelty is within the living who pretend they live in the light and follow the light where the majority show no light only darkness whereas I exist in the darkness and see only the light of the peaceful moon and of the beautiful stars’ she said.

‘There are good people, they seek true and eternal love and happiness. Life is beautiful’ I said.

‘There are no good role models only bad ones in life. Only in death can love be eternal. There is no happiness in life when you life to pay bills and be enslaved by the rich and enslaved by love. There is no happiness and no freedom only pity’ she said.

‘I must go now it will soon be dawn and I can only exist in the night. You will not see me again and I promise not to kill again as a pact to you after you helped me’ she said

She turned and her eyes went red and she smiled a little.

She flew off over the Thames river and into the shadows….

I never seen her again and the killings stopped…..

My Trip to Devon

I have just returned from Devon in south England. I never knew Devon was so beautiful and amazing.

Luckily for me this week just happened to be during a rare heatwave in the UK which reached 30 degrees and made the holiday more enjoyable. The seaside and beaches were just like being abroad. The beautiful blue Waters gently lapping against amazing beaches.

On my travels I visited Ilfracombe. Ilfracombe is a small town with an amazing Harbour, beautiful views and a great history. The edge of the pier is popular with kayakers and rowers and windsurfers just off the pier. The waters were calm and peaceful. The locals were happy and content with their home.

Upon the top of a Hill in Ilfracombe harbour is an old church dating back to 1300. It is an ancient house and a chapel with amazing sea views. It must of been a great isolated beauty spot in history to of once lived in.

Ilfracombe ia definately worth a visit if you ever travel to Devon. Here is a very English feeling and a deep beautiful surviving English culture. There is a beautiful fishing town and wonderful views to experience. The town centre is fantastic with beautiful coves and churches to view.

Out to sea overlooking the Coast is the statue of a pregnant woman raising a sword symbolising truth and justice in Britain. This has to be one of the nicest places I have ever been a recommend it to anyone to visit.

The winding roads of the coast presnt you with much of Englands green and pleasant lands and the mix of nature and history. Castles and monuments scattered around beautifully and flying the union Jack.

Woolacombe also has plenty of beautiful views and amazing Sandy beaches. Woolacombe sands beach is the most famous popular beach in Devon for its vastness. Here are beautiful coastal roads overlooking the vast blue sea.

This is a picture below of a coast road on the way down the hill towards Woolacombe sands. The view was breath taking and just as beautiful as anywhere else in the world.

I love being by the sea, the waves lapping against the shore is like an echo of time and has done the same for eternity. Holidays are amazing times and a reminder that life is for memories.

This is a picture of a rock pool close to the sea in Croyde Bay. The water is beautiful and completely clear and warm. There are many rock pools when the tide is out scattered on the beaches of Croyde Bay. The rock pools in some places are warm as there is no fresh water so the water is great to paddle or sit in. The rock pool in this picture reached just below knee level.

I love sunset over the coast. It is a beautiful mix of colours and it is calm and peaceful. There isn’t alot on the horizon to hide the sinking sun as he makes himself scarce for the moon to shine. The red skies flickered across the coastal sky wonderfully.

Above is a picture of what looks like the sun in a sunset but it is infact the moon. Sadly it didn’t turn out as well on my phones camera and look amazing as the scene was in person. The moon danced in the red skies of sunset.

Within the westcountry of England is so much amazing wonder and culture to witness. Beautiful houses on clifftops overlooking the vast beautiful seas which surround England.

How I shall miss the beautiful blue waters as I return to my reality and real life. How the calmness filled me and relaxed me at the seaside. How I shall miss the wonderful Westcountry and its echantment.

If you are heading south to Devon there is a great farm shop services on the M5. It is built into a Hill and has nice places to sit outside. On a day of blue skies and warmth everything is wonderful and everywhere is great to be at. Places are enjoyable and the people we meet are much happier.

This is a picture of the nice view round the back of the farm shop with a nice waterfall.

Overall my holiday was a success and Devon is a beautiful place in England that I recommend to anyone to visit. This lovely are of Britain shows a true reflection of England both past and present and is an English paradise.

Sadly holidays come to an end but the places and people remain in the memories of others forever. Moments and holidays last a lifetime and may we all enjoy them.

My rating: 4/5

Children in Need 

There are so many children who need our help. Children who are disadvantaged, unwell and poverty stricken and in need of mankinds help. May we all come together and help the children as the children are the beautiful future. 

Please donate and help the children and help with their support and care of people who help them. There are so many young children who need our help. Poverty stricken children who dont know where the next meal will come from and their home life is uncertain and dangerous. 

Some children suffer violence at home and a turbulent upbringing but it us as humanity who can help them be safe and free from harm. There is no worse sight than sadness in a Childs eyes. All children deserve a magical fun childhood and sleep safe in bed at night and have magical childhood memories. 

Last Christmas upon visiting a child in hospital I seen a small boy and he was stood at the edge of his ward alone. He looked sad and lonely. He was unwell and was in there for the Christmas period. It turned out he had no home and no family as he lived in care and Christmas for him was a lonely one with no family, warmth, love or presents. How can a child not be allowed to enjoy the true magic of Christmas? But sadly he is not alone across the UK in this situation. It was sad to see his little lost face. I hope this year is better for him. 

There was also a small child of about one years old in the hospital. Luckily they had presents all round them but they were very unwell and also in over christmas. But the child needs help and donations from us. 

There are many children across the globe like this who need the help and love and support of humanity. Without the donations the children will suffer. They wont get the proper care they need and we cannot allow this to happen to them. 

Please donate so the children in hospitals have proper care and toys and clothes and warmth. We can all spare ¬£1 upwards even if it is a little it still helps improve a childs life. 

Being unwell is not something that happens to other peoples children. It can happen to anyones children at anytime. I spent time in a childrens ward after an operation and there was toys and games for me to play with. This is how it should be for all children and we can help. 

It helps pay for carers and Foster carers and people who will take care of children in need. Surely your money couldn’t be better spent. We all have a heart and can relate to humanity. We all want put food on tables for childrens mouths and help struggling families. 

For our children we must never slacken, we must never give in, never let them lose hope and always give them heart. They are the future generation and a generation who will hopefully look after us when we are old just as we looked after them. 

Please donate and help the children in need today
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Let the scales of good deeds weigh down heavy and may the children grow to appreciate humanity for the love it shows to all people. 

Thank you so much

Magic Halloween

Halloween or all hallows eve has to be one of the most exciting times of the year. As the nights draw in we are greeted with Halloween. I love Halloween. It is such a funtime and exciting and dark, creepy and mysterious. 

It is the day of the dead, the night of the spirits,  the acknowledgement of Paranormal forces. The witness and involvement in mainly evil entities and horror stories. 

I used to love ghost stories. They enchanted me and listened intently. Hiding under the covers as a child and wondering if there is anything lurking in the dark or under the bed. Images of witches flying past the moon,  ghosts creeping up the stairs and vampires stalking their human prey for blood in the dead of night. The scaryness and darkness is what we all bask in on this dark night of mainly of evil entities. In history people used to use the scary face on the pumpkin to warn away evil spirits but now we bask in scary creatures of darkness and dress evil. Everyone dresses in the darkness of death and evil creatures outfits and make themselves look scary for fun. 

‘As you walk home in the darkness of Halloweens magic spooky night,  while the full moon is big and bright

Keep your eyes out for the shadow passing of a witches hat,  and the shadow of a black cat

Listen for the evil laugh of a witch and the howling of her cat,  as she spells magic from her broomstick of which she is sat

As you wander through the dark you will hear the whisper of death at your side,  perhaps it is Dracula searching for his next bride

Look out for the eyes of red,  listen out for the sounds of footsteps on the stairs and the whisper of your name as you lie in bed,  perhaps it is the spirits of the dead’


The atmosphere of Halloween is amazing,  Candles take on a new meaning of magic candles and flames and people are excited for parties. Everyone has bought sweets for when children knock on the door for trick or treat dressed up as witches and Vampires and Skeletons. What a fantastic night. As a child I loved trick or treat and the thrill of knocking on peoples doors and gathering as many sweets as possible. It was a thrill when really young being out late for a child in the dark and meeting strangers. 

It is a time when for a day you can become something or someone else and escape the everyday you. A time when decorating the house is amazing and exciting to make it scary and creepy for people and parties. I love carving the pumpkin. I love making the face on it and watching it glow with a candle in it. 

This is one day of the year when all those people normally easily frightened by scary things come together to bask in this fun fuelled horror frenzy dressing up in scary dark outfits and party season begins. What a wonderful magical time. 

Halloween reminds me mainly of the Witch. The Witch is a massive symbol of Halloween. Halloween is part of the ancient Pagan religion of which witches were priestesses of. The black witch and her black magic is notorious for Halloween and stories. Many people dress as a black Witch. Casting her evil spells and magic and potions. She enforces her magic upon unsuspecting victims flying on her broomstick in the dead of night. Witches operate by the ancient pagan religion and worship nature and the cycles of the moon. They know when the moon is at its strongest and weakest and cast spells by the moon and its many cycles. They know when it’s the winter solstice and celebrate it. 

There are good witches who practice and worship nature peacefully and the evil witches we mainly know and hear about who practice sorcery, black magic and evil. Spells. Those who belong to a witches coven. The ones we know of from stories and scary films such as the Blair Witch project and the paranormal activity saga.

A witches black cat is in Western culture – a bad omen. If a black cat ever crosses your path you are supposed to be cursed with bad luck. It is a symbol of witchcraft and the occult. They are a witches companion. 

Witches and cats are drawn together like a magnet. They are meant to be together. They are similar as in astute, wise and independent. When witch and cat are together the magic is stronger. 

We are nearing that time of year when Hocus Pocus shall be on my tele. As mild Halloween films go this has to be one of the best for all ages to watch. The story of three Witch Sisters in Salem,  USA.  This is a fantastic little tale and brings out the essence of Halloween. Considering its technically Disney I really enjoy watching it. The story is amazing and you are kept watching all the way through as it is drama non stop. 

In the UK we had the Pendle Witches.  I love the story of the Witches. There was a group of them who practiced Black magic upon Pendle Hill and were hunted and hung as Witches during the Pendle Witch trials. Their legacy lives on to this day and hasn’t been forgotten. Names like Old Demdike,  Chattox and Alison Devize are carved into dark evil English medieval history.  It is said Alison Devize met a peddler on the road and he refused to sell his pegs to her. So she cursed him with death. The Peddler died a few yards up the road. Dropping dead instantly. 

Old Demdike was said to be in touch with the devil himself who often appeared to her as a boy and at times bit her to drain blood. 

The Confession of Demdike

2nd April, 1612 (as recorded by Thomas Pott’s inDiscovery of Witches, 1613).

The said Elizabeth Southerns [alias Demdike] confesseth, and sayth; that about twenty years past, as she was coming homeward from begging, there met her near unto a stonepit in Gouldshey, in the said Forrest of Pendle, a spirit or devil in the shape of a boy, the one half of his coat black, and the other brown, who bade her stay, saying to her, that if she would give him her soul, she should have any thing that she would request.

The mystery of their history continues to this day.  You can go round Pendle visiting the town and haunted Grave Yard and farm and cottage where some of the witches lived. If you visit the cemetry in Newchurch it is said a black cat often sits on one of the graves of the witches buried there. Luckily for me my family wandered the sites while I spent afternoon and most of the evening in the Pendle Witch Inn pub (thats right I’m bad)  

Do such things really exist?  Are there ghosts wandering through trapped between this world and the next?  Do creatures lurk in the shadows such as Witches and Warewolves and Vampires just stalking us home….Watching and waiting. Listen out for the creek of the staircase in the thick of night. 

Vampires have always been feared in history and movies and are majestic yet seductive. The vampire desires our blood and wants sink his fangs into the necks of many to quench his thirst. In recent years vampires have become a favourite due to the Twilight saga and there has become a love and a romance in vampire love stories due to this trend. But be careful who we fall in love for because the vampire is dark and seductive. 

We must remember the roots of Halloween as an ancient Pagan festival. Worshipped as a day when people believed at Witching hour the spirits of the dead returned to the living for one hour. People traditionally used to set a place at the table for their loved ones who were supposed to return. During Witching hour it is believed that the veil is at its thinnest between this world and the spirit world. Can you imagine if such a thing took place and the spirits did return. Perhaps they do… 

I have had a few ghost encounters over the years. Nothing obvious and possibly explainable. It is mainly noises, movements, shadows and whispers and dreams. 

One night I dreamt of my grandad. He was a shadow and he was walking off into a bright light. He turned and looked at me he was just all black. Then he began floating backwards arms out stretched into the light. I awoke as the phone was ringing. It was midnight and it was my nana. She was panicing as my grandad had just died in bed. Maybe this was co-incidence who knows. But to me it was real. 

Another time I had a scary encounter at 5am. I was disturbed at this time by something and I remember opening one eye. A shadow of a man passed along the wall and I seen the back of him in the mirror as he came round side of bed. The next thing I know I couldn’t move. I could only move my eyes I felt paralyzed. He stared at me. He wore a brown 1940s suit and his head was slicked back and he had a pocket watch. I had never ever seen him before but to this very day I can remember his face. 

These different events are what make the paranormal so fascinating to me. Many people are disbelievers but how can they deny so definately when the majority of people have a ghost story or know someone who does?  Perhaps it is a world we dont understand yet and personally I hope its never discovered as I love lifes mysteries it makes life exciting. Belief in a spirit world also brings comfort to many as we all hope to see our loved ones again someday.

If anyone has any ghost stories you shall have to let me know. 

I hope everyone has an amazing beautiful spooky Halloween and a fun fright filled night. 

A broken heart

A few weeks ago I visited Prestatyn beach in North Wales. I go here quite often I find it quite relaxing especially around dinner time of an evening towards sunset. There are a few people about walking the dogs on a nice walk. Its quite reflective. 

But one evening I was greeted by the sounds of something I dont hear often or at all – a grown man crying his eyes out….

I sat on the steps overlooking the beach and the sea. Behind me was the car park. I sat gazing out to sea enjoying the sunset when I heard a noise behind me which alerted me. The sound of sobbing. I turned round and seen a man sat in his car. He had his hands over his eyes. At first I thought he was rubbing his eyes. I looked back out to sea again. Then I heard sobbing again. 

I turned round to see the man crying heavy. Tears ran down his face and he wiped them away. He gazed at his phone and burst into tears again. He wiped them away but the tears fell fast. 

I paused as it was one of them moments where I didn’t know what to do. Should I go and see if he is OK?  Or is that intruding on his grief? I decided to leave him to grieve alone. Im not one for sharing troubles so I decided not to interfere. 

He sat and looked round the place and his emotions settled for a minute. He checked his phone and once again began to sob. 

What could reduce a man to such tears?  I could tell this wasn’t an argument. This man had very recently suffered a tragic loss. As he was alone I assumed he had just lost his girlfriend/wife. He wasn’t an old man I would guess in his forties. He gazed round and cried again.

I wondered was this a special place for them over the years?  Had they strolled hand in hand together here over the years down the sea front along the promenade? Had nature been cruel and brought an end to an era?  He was now alone with just memories and pictures on his phone. 

I felt sorry for him. Here is everyone happy going about their lives unaware of the heartbreak people near by must be going through. I couldn’t imagine the heart ache he must be experiencing. I sat close by I tried to smile briefly if he looked my way. He was too wrapped up in sadness and memories. 

This went on for ten minutes. He started his car engine had a quick glance along the seafront sobbed again and left. I watched him drive away. Was this a final goodbye I wondered. A chapter in his life of coming here to such a sentimental place possibly had come to an end.  His world had fell apart. 

I hoped he was alright as he drove off. He probably was returning to an empty lonely house full of sadness,  pictures and memories. I couldn’t imagine going to bed alone to a cold mattress knowing that person should be there. His world clearly had fell apart and his soul forever tortured. 

So I sit and wonder while I am happy – how many people out there have suffered the same sadness and I gave them a thought. It goes to show we must enjoy our lives while we can.  

Perhaps places we go to us are nice and simple basic places but to others it could be a magical place with such memories to them and others. Places of love and happiness and sentiment. I have special places to me that hold meaning. 

So if you have a special someone and a special place make the most of it. Tell them often you love them and enjoy your magical place together for times goes by on the blink of an eye…