Did anyone else hit the "like" before starting the video? Ghostech Paranormal is the absolute best investigation team on CZcams! I've watched almost all of your videos, and while at work, I'll just let your videos' audio play, like a podcast. Keep it up! Ghost Fan Ohio, US
Never stop what you do fellas, you are a credit to the paranormal community and when it comes to paranormal channels on CZcams that cannot be said about too many.
What is impressive is your ability to sit and listen - this allows your viewers to participate as well. The audio play backs are also very clear. Thanks for an interesting investigation.
I am not sure I would be able to go in there and certainly not sit by myself. You are very good investigators and I like how you keep quiet and just listen. Thank you so much for this. I look forward to all your investigations and to learn the history of the places you visit.
Thank you guys. This is one of the best investigative teams I've seen . YT is loaded with fakers who over dramatize their fake evidence LOL.. I know that paranormal activity is rare and even harder to catch, therefor I really enjoy your videos
I think hands down this is the most active location you’ve encountered. I’m very interested to see or hear what is causing the activity. Who’s the old lady? Who are the children? Is it residue or actual. Such a fascinating place & I hope you’re able to find some of the answers.
Wow. This is the best evidence I have ever seen, and I have seen hundreds and hundreds of paranormal investigation videos. What you have captured is amazing.
Englefield Hall keeps giving you guys great paranormal evidence. I wish the children would have played with the toys. The whistle was eerie! After hearing an EVP say “Help me”, do you guys try to help in some way? I don’t think you gentleman have ever touched on that. It would be interesting to find out what the person wanted help with. Jeff & Phil, wonderful investigation as always. I was very happy to see a new video uploaded from you guys. Sorry that Mark was unable to join you this go around. Cheers from Virginia, USA 🇺🇸
14:30 footsteps, the first one's sounded like they were on a concrete floor but the last one sounds hollow....like it had stepped on a wooden stage? Very compelling.
Love the work you guys do, just wish it came out a bit more frequently. I do understand that circumstances won't always really allow for that, especially the last little while. Keep up the good work, and hopefully we get to see more of you guys soon!
I think about this very situation...if was invisible...and had no voice what could I possibly do that might get the attention of people? If my movements are making sounds.. That is places in the building that have voids and crackle when I'm near...but how to communicate would be most disheartening after some time at it. I'd get cranky to!
At roughly 10:18, there is a loud bang, like a ball being bounced once, or a door slamming, as Jeff is talking. And then at roughly 29:36, there is a very faint voice, sounds like a child, in the back ground when Jeff says "now last time"
Guys that was fantastic i love your videos from the opening song right till the end. You don't disappoint. Hell you don't know how too disappoint!! Bravo
It is a woman that was pacing.. I heard the whooshing of the dress and I obtained a picture. I found it odd because it was an expensive dress, not a work day dress she's full of an anxiety and fear. Strange thing that.
"What's the time Mr. Wolf?" ....."Dinner time!" We used to play that in first grade 1967. Do children still play that game, or am I just really that old?
I was just wondering after watching this episode, that noise you caught of someone moving around, (30:57) is it possible the noise could have been an ice machine? I used to work at Mcdonalds and the noise you captured, it straight away reminded me of that. Just a thought. I love your channel by the way, you're one of the 'real' ones 👍
Friday the 13th 1307 the biggest razzia at that period happened when all the knight's templars in Europe were rounded up and arrested many were put to death many in gruesome ways some were even burned at the stake others endured torture and imprisonment since this event happened over such a vast plot of land and most ordinary folks remembered the good the templars did the date stuck as a day of bad luck. Catholics, royalty, and, the nobility were after them for their vast wealth most that arrested them wore black as most catholic priests still do today. the slang for the word for man in several languages and dialects was cat, (and in some, it still is! especially in African American communities) and black cats are still connected to Friday the 13th and later on Halloween. black from that day on went to the dark side representing bad and evil, things being called black or doing black things or black magic all stem from this first Friday the 13th the being called black took on sinister roles in later centuries A witchcraft and B slavery they could not be considered as human because they were black. black before 1307 had many good things white was the tint of mourning that all changed after 1307 black was the color of the afterlife but that was seen as a good place the underworld was good yes dark and black but good after 1307 it became the realm of hell! that's why we point below when referring to hell. demons are often depicted as black in today's depictions in medieval art they are of many colors prior to the 15th century. so Friday the 13th 1307 changed our collected conception in many areas for centuries to come. many bad events happening in history on a Friday were thus called black Friday but nothing to do with mass raiding a store till it's empty! just before Christmas! although I think the employees think they have a very bad day that particular Friday!!!!
youd think all these paranormal investigators wuls understand their equipment.. idc how good of a camera you have its not going to stay focused in dim lit areas and a unsturdy stabilization. thats just how cameras works. its very unlikely that something invisible would cause a camera to lose focus.
PREEMPTIVE APOLOGIES FOR THIS LENGTHY COMMENT. I HOPE IT WILL BE WORTH IT FOR SOMEBODY, AS I FEEL COMPELLED TO SHARE IT. Jeff - Phill ~ If this is not welcomed, please just say so and I will respectfully remove it immediately. I have always, and will always have the utmost respect for your work. We don't always have to agree brothers. Having said that, this is your channel and I respect that you may not appreciate this. thank you. Jack In my worldview being a Christian, I believe these are all demonic spirits masquerading as deceased human spirits. In our home here in Canada about 70 miles North of my birth city Toronto, we live in a lakeside, small friendly town. We built a home a couple of hundred yards up from the lake on a small wooded lot and as far as we know there hasn't been anything out of the ordinary ever happen on the land. There's the remnant of an old well on our driveway which is the only indication of an old homestead from days long gone having been here, but so far, we've found no records although we haven't done a serious search...yet. that is going to change however, due to recent activity in the home. Without going into detail, I was tormented as a child by malevolent spirits which obviously enjoyed terrorizing a child (me) and my "spiritual" experiences started very early on in my life in a calm, peaceful manner with my very first moment of self-awareness happening when I was just a few months old. I'll do my best to keep this brief, while still making the point. We moved into an old, beautiful home when I was a few months old, and my mother made a lifelong friendship with a woman, a mother, next door the very first day we moved in, which was after all our belongings had been moved in and set up, with everything unpacked ready for Christmas. I was four months old that December 1962, and my very first moment of self-awareness occurred when suddenly I was aware of my mother talking outside my bedroom door. Prior to this I have zero conscience memory, and immediately after the door shut when my mother and her new friend, Joan Thorn, left my room, everything is blank until I was around 4 years old. So, the door opened and I understood everything my mother said as well as everything her new friend said. There wasn't any important information, my mother said things any other proud, loving mother would when introducing her baby to someone. "This is my baby boy Jack" etc... They were both beaming with smiles and had a quaint, quick discussion saying what you would expect, then they left the room, and the door shut. I find it odd that this would be my first conscience memory and that I would completely understand/comprehend everything they said for that very brief encounter coming out of nothing and ending back in nothing, until I was about three or four years old when my next conscience memories picked up. For some unknown reason, I was "open" for this brief encounter then closed down immediately afterwards. My next relevant experience happened in that same room when I was four years old. This was my parent's room at this time. It was also at Christmas time. My father had taken me to his work Christmas party for the employee's children. I remember the hall was just absolutely full of decorations, to where they couldn't have stuffed in another strings of lights, shiny strings of ribbon like streamers, or life-sized images of Santa, elves, reindeer etc!! Every square inch of that large hall, with full stage was absolutely stuffed! It took my breath away as I walked into that large room, and it was like real magic to that four-year-old shy boy... hmm... the "shy boy" who would become a lead vocalist/writer rock singer for over 25 years later on in life! ha! To me that room was true Christmas magic complete with life sized reindeer, sleigh and castle façade. Someone, or some people went to an awful lot of trouble and expense putting this together! The reindeer were close to life sized, stuffed and done very, very expertly! The sleigh was real, I know because my dad ended up buying it and we had our own display in our yard at Christmas for many years afterwards! Dad created a single reindeer and as always, did a striking good job of it!! Like everything my WWII veteran father did, he did it right! Dad served aboard the carrier HMS Illustrious during WWII. He transferred to the British army after the war. My uncle in England said Dad was in SAS after the war, but I could never corroborate that, and dad never spoke about his service, except in very general terms if at all. All we know for certain is he did serve aboard HMS Illustrious during the war. Mom opened a box he was about to throw out for garbage pick-up and found medals, photos, some paper work and an "Officer's Log Book" among some other items. in the box. There were a lot of photos of his ship mates, some with army mates and a lot with dad and boxing photos beside trophies etc.. He wanted nothing to do with any of it and was a wee bit annoyed that mum "snooped" and found those items! I managed to grab two of the medals, and some of the photos which were the only items that ended up not disappearing! I still have them. So much for keeping it short...sigh I remember telling my father I wanted a tow truck just before it was my turn to sit on "Santa's" knee. I remember Mom was frustrated because I wouldn't tell her what I wanted from Santa in the weeks leading up to that party and as far as I recall, that was the first time I made any decision at all, as I was about to take my turn, so I was very pleased when I got back to my dad and opened that present and saw it was a tow truck! I was pleased, but also not surprised after all this was Santa, right? Mom kept telling me his elves were watching, to be good and Santa would get me what I wanted!!") When we got home it was dark, and I took my truck up to the top floor and was playing with it in the hall. I got tired and decided to lay down on my mom's bed. I laid down and drifted off quite fast. {continued on next post...
{continued from previous post... The next thing I remember I was looking at myself laying on my mom's bed sleeping. It didn't strike me as odd at all. I guess at that age, how would I comprehend it? I remember taking a good look at my dad's dresser because it was quite tall and I could never see what was on it, and I was always so very curious wanting to see what dad had up there. I watched my Dad get ready for work, or ready to go out many times and he would be grabbing his comb, and his hair "grease" or whatever he used in his hair back then in the early 1960s! He would get his cuff links, and he would open and close any one of what seemed to be several boxes!! I wanted so badly to see what he had up there and get my hot little hands on it!! And now there it was, in all its glory!! I spend a good amount of time scanning over dad's cool stuff!! I felt as though my back was just grazing the ceiling and felt as though I were floating ever so gently, but the feeling of floating was certain! I saw myself laying on my back, slightly onto my side and I was laying across the width of the bed, as opposed to lengthwise as one would normally sleep. I remember a really awesome feeling of peace and tranquility and if I stayed like that forever it would have felt a few seconds, but it felt awesome! I can't recall how that ended. I don't remember waking up, or even remember anything much else. That Christmas on the 23rd my older brother and I shared the small rear bedroom beside the washroom at the back of the house. We had single beds, one on the rear wall and my bed on the wall beside my parent's bedroom. It was either very late at night or early in the morning, I can't recall, but I barely remember being woken by the sound of my father yelling at the top of his voice! As I started to sit up, I saw my brother lift his head looking toward the door then as I looked at the door, very suddenly we were both absolutely jolted out of our skin with a tremendous BOOM! The bedroom door came flying across the room in between our beds and came crashing into pieces against the wall right beside our headboards! The room instantly filled with thick black smoke and my father came flying in just a split second after the door flew past and hit the wall!! He had a soaking wet blanket draped over himself! Everything happened in a matter of seconds, and it seemed like the moment he was in the room in a single motion he grabbed my rocking chair and slung it through our bedroom window! The glass crashed apart and he slung the chair around the frame smashing out as much of the glass as he could, then the chair went sailing out! That soaking wet blanket was over my head and over my brother's head, and we were both under dad's arm and all of us went out that window in a flash! My dad's back hit the porch roof and he was holding us both so tight we couldn't breathe, then we were in the air and bang! We hit the ground! Dad's back hit the ground rather, we were tucked under his arms under this soaking wet blanket and as soon as we hit the ground dad got up tore the blanket off and the first thing I saw was his two huge eyes, the size of pie pans looking right into my eyes, then as he frantically tore the blanket away and saw my brother was ok he grabbed us both and hugged us really tight and was almost crying "thank you God! thank you, God,"!! that terrified us because we had never seen our father cry ever! We both busted out screaming and sobbing for mom not knowing what the hell was going on, but there were a bunch of firemen on us in a flash and they were all over the yard and in the house because the house was on fire! Dad passed us over the back fence to the neighbor, Mr. Thorn, the husband of the lady I described earlier Joan Thorn who was a lifelong friend of my mother's. It was years later mom told me what actually happened. So, it was Dec 23rd and sometime late that night a fire started in the front room, which was like a second den. The Christmas tree was in the actual den, where the tv was. Nobody actually figured out how the fire started, because it appeared to have started on the couch which as I gathered was some kind of imitation leather which was popular in the 50s and 60s. I have photos of that couch somewhere. There was no lights or electrical outlets anywhere near where they think the fire started, so it was a mystery. The main level of the house was absolutely blazing before my dad woke up smelling smoke! He ran downstairs and when he saw the size of the fire the first thing, he knew he absolutely had to do was yell for mum to call the fire department, then get down to the basement and get my two sisters out NOW! The fire chief told my parents they couldn't understand how dad got my sisters out because of the damage to the top of the basement stairs and their room was right at the bottom of those stairs. The basement door was at the far end of the house and a burnt floor joist had partially collapsed blocking that exit, so the only way out was up the stairs through the main floor where the fire was raging! Dad must have got them out with literally seconds to spare, but he threw my eldest sister over his shoulder when my other sister did what she was told and immediately raced upstairs and got out the front door. Dad reached that front door in time to get mom out and she was trying to get up the stairs screaming for me and my brother as dad flung my sister off his back onto the lawn and pushed mom down onto the lawn then slammed the door and raced upstairs with firemen yelling at his to stop!! Mom tried to following him but firemen grabbed her and had to get police to keep her and my sisters a car. Mom said when she saw my dad turn to head back in the house he was surrounded by flames, then the door shut and she saw a huge fireball go up and thought we were all dead. That was Christmas 1966. None of us were harmed except for some cuts and bruises that Dad my brother and I had. My eldest sister had a bump on her head and a bruised elbow which mom says happened when dad raced up the basement stairs with her over his shoulder. She said the second dad yelled for them to get up and run, Ivy, the younger of the two (they're both older than me) took right off, and Gloria didn't even have a chance to get up because dad grabbed her and chucked her over his shoulder as though she was a feather and he took off running! So, she got a bit banged up as dad ran up the stairs with her. As soon as the damage was all repaired and we were back in the house the tormenting started. I got the worst but my sister Ivy was also terrified a few times. I remember once when she was afraid and asked me to stay in her room one night and "it" scared the hell out of us through the night so bad we didn't dare even get out of bed to run upstairs for help! I obviously can't detail the horror these spirits put me through over the years, but it was from odd noises that could last a minute to hours of torment! At the very worst, when I was around 8 years to 13 or 14 years old there were stretched which went on every night all night for months on end! It came to a dramatic end after months of nightly torment and it got to where I was ashamed of how scared I was, where during the following day when it was light out and I was outside with friends or doing something in the house - watching TV drawing whatever, I was becoming more and more disgusted in myself for being a coward. Then this final night when this thing drove me too far, I snapped. It started with the usual sounds at the foot of my bed as though someone was rustling a garbage bag. This happened every night. I know it doesn't seem so scary, but it was just one element, one of the things it did regularly. It wasn't so much the noise; it was the knowledge that "someone" or "something" was crouched down at the foot of my bed making that noise! The psychological" element can be even worse than things I would actually see...sometimes! That night the noise started...I was absolutely terrified! Then my room went very, very dark...more so than usual. I physically saw the room grow blacker and blacker and I was at a level of terror I had rarely experienced prior. Then I saw my mother's face and it was more like a horror movie version, or mask of her face in profile. I was as though the face was illuminated, but there was no glow coming off, the face was lit up somehow but it did not light up any surrounding area whatsoever! That in itself was terrifying, it was defying laws of gravity! It was only the face, no body at all and it came closer and the expression became a mocking snarl, it snarled, or growled like a rabid dog, then snickered and a loud "POP"! and it was black again! { final part continued on next post...
{ final post continued from previous post... I was in an absolute state of terror trying to figure out where it would pop up next when I saw a shape which was almost impossible to even imagine! A large shape came up as though out of the floor which was blacker than black! I had to fight with all my strength not to pass out from terror because what would it do if I fainted? Drag me away?? As I tried not to breath not wanting to draw any attention to myself, I saw a wolf's face grinning at me and it had a top hat on. It was outside my window! I had been looking out my window and didn't know because it was blacker than black and I lost all sense of direction!! It was lit up like that face was! So, I saw it grinning at me, snarling, I saw a top hat and then as it rose up, I saw a vest and a pocket watch chain!! I felt tears streaming down my face and I suddenly realized I'd been holding my breath, but it was looking right at me and I couldn't hold it any longer and so I let all the air out and again, I felt as though I was about to pass out!! Very slightly I heard that sound of plastic...like someone playing with a garbage bag...I heard it in the background and as this wolfman face started slowly opening its long broad mouth all this moisture was just pouring off its sharp long numerous teeth, fangs then blood, dark almost black red blood and it stank! It was the most horrific, and most terrified I had ever been by far! But something snapped in me....I can't explain it but I felt something like a switch go off as though a thousand miles away in some deep dark chamber in the middle of my mind a tiny switch clicked and it was the sound of that garbage bag which set it off... I became so absolutely sickened, disgusted, and deeply, deeply ashamed of myself for being such a complete coward that my terror instantly became rage! I felt that anger become rage! It went from a teeny tiny dot you could just barely see, but it grew at quantum levels to faster than the speed of light and became a huge wrecking ball of rage!! I screamed so so loud!! ENOUGH!!! ENOUGH YOU FILTHY BASTARDS ENOUGH!!! I had just barely got those words out and I was on my feet out of my bed and on my way across the floor, but not to escape, not to run away, I was there for WARFARE!! THIS WAS A RECKONING!! I WAS ENRAGED AND I WAS GOING TO DESTROY WHATEVER WAS FOOLISH ENOUGH TO STILL BE IN THAT ROOM!! IN THAT HOUSE!! ON THE BLOCK!! I wasn't bothered if the light was on or not!! But the second this rage exploded the room was lit up by the ambient light from the street through my window! I actually felt the demon's terror!! It could not believe what was happening!! It had become so used to enjoying my terror that the last thing it ever thought would ever happen, was happening, and it was by far, BY FAR WAY MORE TERROROISED AT MY EXPLOSION THAN THE TERROR IT HAD CAUSED ME COMBINED AND MULTIPLIED A THOUSAND TIMES!! I actually heard it squealing with terror and it couldn't get out of that house fast enough! It was caught completely by surprise!! It never came back. I yelled at the very top of my voice multiple times and nobody in the house, my parents, whose bedroom was right across the hall, not four feet from my door heard nothing! My brother and his girlfriend didn't hear a thing. I didn't ask anyone, I never told anyone for years what was going on, but nobody said a word the next morning. I never had any trouble for years after that and I slept like a baby! It was only after I got serious into the music industry when I became a lead vocalist/writer in rock then later in metal at a high, professional level, performing live and recording when things started up again and my God did things kick up...again!! More recently, my wife and I have started hearing and seeing some disturbing things happening round the house...again. Sorry for this lengthy comment, but I felt compelled to share. I am NOT judging, I don't do that, I just felt an unusual strong pull to share. Jack ~'()'~
The old lady is walking from room to room checking in on the children and trying to make sure you are staying quiet and not wakening or disturbing the peace,and not wakening the chicken,now the whistle's you are hearing is what a caretaker or janitor would probably have heard the kids singing during school lessons and he has got it stuck in his head while jovingly at his work,now footsteps or movement in main hall is where the soldiers during war ,marched across,just remember the customers that passed through tea hall or attending temparence meetings, Gerrard from Edinburgh
Did anyone else hit the "like" before starting the video? Ghostech Paranormal is the absolute best investigation team on CZcams! I've watched almost all of your videos, and while at work, I'll just let your videos' audio play, like a podcast. Keep it up! Ghost Fan Ohio, US
I always not LIKE, even when the notification comes up days before! The absolute best team there is! 👏🇮🇪👻
Yes! I hit the like button right after I hit the play button because I know I will not be disappointed. They are great!
Never stop what you do fellas, you are a credit to the paranormal community and when it comes to paranormal channels on CZcams that cannot be said about too many.
What is impressive is your ability to sit and listen - this allows your viewers to participate as well. The audio play backs are also very clear. Thanks for an interesting investigation.
I am not sure I would be able to go in there and certainly not sit by myself. You are very good investigators and I like how you keep quiet and just listen. Thank you so much for this. I look forward to all your investigations and to learn the history of the places you visit.
You guys are the only genuine investigators out there 😍😍😍just the best
Another spinechilling investigation cheers guys...
The best paranormal investigators out there and my favorite!
Can't wait! Love your work! From Australia
Jeez, I'm getting goosebumps just watching this
As usual, I can't wait. You guys are the best and need to do more videos if you can 🙏💚
Should put out more videos cause you guys are really good at what you do
That whistling gave me chills right off the bat.
Really looking forward to seeing this. You guys do such a good job.
Yippee! Cannot wait. Would love to see weekly videos..your my absolute favorite ghost hunting team.
Thank you guys. This is one of the best investigative teams I've seen . YT is loaded with fakers who over dramatize their fake evidence LOL.. I know that paranormal activity is rare and even harder to catch, therefor I really enjoy your videos
I think hands down this is the most active location you’ve encountered. I’m very interested to see or hear what is causing the activity. Who’s the old lady? Who are the children? Is it residue or actual. Such a fascinating place & I hope you’re able to find some of the answers.
I really liked Phil's talk to the spirit. And Friday 13th, was only unlucky for the unfortunate Knights templer that was burned at stake.
Wow. This is the best evidence I have ever seen, and I have seen hundreds and hundreds of paranormal investigation videos. What you have captured is amazing.
Joined after seeing them on SHADOW MAN’s channel. Really looking forward to seeing the content here!! 👍
I was hoping this would be on eventually! 🙂
LOVE YOUR PROGRAM THE BEST THANKS GRT BELGIUM
We know where you mean Gorgeous 😘😁
Englefield Hall keeps giving you guys great paranormal evidence. I wish the children would have played with the toys. The whistle was eerie! After hearing an EVP say “Help me”, do you guys try to help in some way? I don’t think you gentleman have ever touched on that. It would be interesting to find out what the person wanted help with. Jeff & Phil, wonderful investigation as always. I was very happy to see a new video uploaded from you guys. Sorry that Mark was unable to join you this go around. Cheers from Virginia, USA 🇺🇸
Really enjoy your stuff. Wish were a little longer
14:30 footsteps, the first one's sounded like they were on a concrete floor but the last one sounds hollow....like it had stepped on a wooden stage? Very compelling.
Great place for activity., 👻👻👻 I could here scratching on the wood too x
Love the work you guys do, just wish it came out a bit more frequently. I do understand that circumstances won't always really allow for that, especially the last little while. Keep up the good work, and hopefully we get to see more of you guys soon!
Like your style of hunting, awaiting next video. A friend from USA Pennsylvania Robin Jo
I think about this very situation...if was invisible...and had no voice what could I possibly do that might get the attention of people?
If my movements are making sounds.. That is places in the building that have voids and crackle when I'm near...but how to communicate would be most disheartening after some time at it.
I'd get cranky to!
These souls seem to remember your last visit.
At roughly 10:18, there is a loud bang, like a ball being bounced once, or a door slamming, as Jeff is talking. And then at roughly 29:36, there is a very faint voice, sounds like a child, in the back ground when Jeff says "now last time"
Guys that was fantastic i love your videos from the opening song right till the end. You don't disappoint. Hell you don't know how too disappoint!! Bravo
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Ok this is the 1st time I've watched any of y'alls videos and I'm now subscribed I absolutely love u guys great work😁🤗
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Hey I just found your channel looking forward to watching you guys putting the work in . I hope Everyone is doing well . 🙏 Peace
After 25:35. Above Jeff's head theres some stuff in dark room reminds pale face with black eyes gaps hah
It is a woman that was pacing.. I heard the whooshing of the dress and I obtained a picture. I found it odd because it was an expensive dress, not a work day dress she's full of an anxiety and fear. Strange thing that.
"What's the time Mr. Wolf?" ....."Dinner time!" We used to play that in first grade 1967. Do children still play that game, or am I just really that old?
Brilliant content as always guys!! Do u live at this place 😂😂
Why does the middle guy at the intro remind me of the priest from rides with strangers?
I was just wondering after watching this episode, that noise you caught of someone moving around, (30:57) is it possible the noise could have been an ice machine? I used to work at Mcdonalds and the noise you captured, it straight away reminded me of that. Just a thought.
I love your channel by the way, you're one of the 'real' ones 👍
No Ice machine in that place
Who zoomed the camera in at 15.23 a little bit.
Friday the 13th 1307 the biggest razzia at that period happened when all the knight's templars in Europe were rounded up and arrested many were put to death many in gruesome ways some were even burned at the stake others endured torture and imprisonment since this event happened over such a vast plot of land and most ordinary folks remembered the good the templars did the date stuck as a day of bad luck.
Catholics, royalty, and, the nobility were after them for their vast wealth most that arrested them wore black as most catholic priests still do today.
the slang for the word for man in several languages and dialects was cat, (and in some, it still is! especially in African American communities) and black cats are still connected to Friday the 13th and later on Halloween.
black from that day on went to the dark side representing bad and evil, things being called black or doing black things or black magic all stem from this first Friday the 13th the being called black took on sinister roles in later centuries A witchcraft and B slavery they could not be considered as human because they were black.
black before 1307 had many good things white was the tint of mourning that all changed after 1307 black was the color of the afterlife but that was seen as a good place the underworld was good yes dark and black but good after 1307 it became the realm of hell! that's why we point below when referring to hell.
demons are often depicted as black in today's depictions in medieval art they are of many colors prior to the 15th century.
so Friday the 13th 1307 changed our collected conception in many areas for centuries to come.
many bad events happening in history on a Friday were thus called black Friday but nothing to do with mass raiding a store till it's empty! just before Christmas! although I think the employees think they have a very bad day that particular Friday!!!!
youd think all these paranormal investigators wuls understand their equipment.. idc how good of a camera you have its not going to stay focused in dim lit areas and a unsturdy stabilization. thats just how cameras works. its very unlikely that something invisible would cause a camera to lose focus.
PREEMPTIVE APOLOGIES FOR THIS LENGTHY COMMENT. I HOPE IT WILL BE WORTH IT FOR SOMEBODY, AS I FEEL COMPELLED TO SHARE IT.
Jeff - Phill ~ If this is not welcomed, please just say so and I will respectfully remove it immediately.
I have always, and will always have the utmost respect for your work. We don't always have to agree brothers. Having said that, this is your channel and I respect that you may not appreciate this.
thank you.
Jack
In my worldview being a Christian, I believe these are all demonic spirits masquerading as deceased human spirits. In our home here in Canada about 70 miles North of my birth city Toronto, we live in a lakeside, small friendly town. We built a home a couple of hundred yards up from the lake on a small wooded lot and as far as we know there hasn't been anything out of the ordinary ever happen on the land.
There's the remnant of an old well on our driveway which is the only indication of an old homestead from days long gone having been here, but so far, we've found no records although we haven't done a serious search...yet. that is going to change however, due to recent activity in the home.
Without going into detail, I was tormented as a child by malevolent spirits which obviously enjoyed terrorizing a child (me) and my "spiritual" experiences started very early on in my life in a calm, peaceful manner with my very first moment of self-awareness happening when I was just a few months old.
I'll do my best to keep this brief, while still making the point. We moved into an old, beautiful home when I was a few months old, and my mother made a lifelong friendship with a woman, a mother, next door the very first day we moved in, which was after all our belongings had been moved in and set up, with everything unpacked ready for Christmas.
I was four months old that December 1962, and my very first moment of self-awareness occurred when suddenly I was aware of my mother talking outside my bedroom door. Prior to this I have zero conscience memory, and immediately after the door shut when my mother and her new friend, Joan Thorn, left my room, everything is blank until I was around 4 years old.
So, the door opened and I understood everything my mother said as well as everything her new friend said. There wasn't any important information, my mother said things any other proud, loving mother would when introducing her baby to someone. "This is my baby boy Jack" etc... They were both beaming with smiles and had a quaint, quick discussion saying what you would expect, then they left the room, and the door shut.
I find it odd that this would be my first conscience memory and that I would completely understand/comprehend everything they said for that very brief encounter coming out of nothing and ending back in nothing, until I was about three or four years old when my next conscience memories picked up. For some unknown reason, I was "open" for this brief encounter then closed down immediately afterwards.
My next relevant experience happened in that same room when I was four years old. This was my parent's room at this time. It was also at Christmas time. My father had taken me to his work Christmas party for the employee's children. I remember the hall was just absolutely full of decorations, to where they couldn't have stuffed in another strings of lights, shiny strings of ribbon like streamers, or life-sized images of Santa, elves, reindeer etc!! Every square inch of that large hall, with full stage was absolutely stuffed!
It took my breath away as I walked into that large room, and it was like real magic to that four-year-old shy boy... hmm... the "shy boy" who would become a lead vocalist/writer rock singer for over 25 years later on in life! ha!
To me that room was true Christmas magic complete with life sized reindeer, sleigh and castle façade. Someone, or some people went to an awful lot of trouble and expense putting this together! The reindeer were close to life sized, stuffed and done very, very expertly! The sleigh was real, I know because my dad ended up buying it and we had our own display in our yard at Christmas for many years afterwards! Dad created a single reindeer and as always, did a striking good job of it!! Like everything my WWII veteran father did, he did it right!
Dad served aboard the carrier HMS Illustrious during WWII. He transferred to the British army after the war. My uncle in England said Dad was in SAS after the war, but I could never corroborate that, and dad never spoke about his service, except in very general terms if at all. All we know for certain is he did serve aboard HMS Illustrious during the war. Mom opened a box he was about to throw out for garbage pick-up and found medals, photos, some paper work and an "Officer's Log Book" among some other items. in the box. There were a lot of photos of his ship mates, some with army mates and a lot with dad and boxing photos beside trophies etc..
He wanted nothing to do with any of it and was a wee bit annoyed that mum "snooped" and found those items! I managed to grab two of the medals, and some of the photos which were the only items that ended up not disappearing! I still have them.
So much for keeping it short...sigh
I remember telling my father I wanted a tow truck just before it was my turn to sit on "Santa's" knee. I remember Mom was frustrated because I wouldn't tell her what I wanted from Santa in the weeks leading up to that party and as far as I recall, that was the first time I made any decision at all, as I was about to take my turn, so I was very pleased when I got back to my dad and opened that present and saw it was a tow truck!
I was pleased, but also not surprised after all this was Santa, right? Mom kept telling me his elves were watching, to be good and Santa would get me what I wanted!!")
When we got home it was dark, and I took my truck up to the top floor and was playing with it in the hall. I got tired and decided to lay down on my mom's bed. I laid down and drifted off quite fast.
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The next thing I remember I was looking at myself laying on my mom's bed sleeping. It didn't strike me as odd at all. I guess at that age, how would I comprehend it? I remember taking a good look at my dad's dresser because it was quite tall and I could never see what was on it, and I was always so very curious wanting to see what dad had up there.
I watched my Dad get ready for work, or ready to go out many times and he would be grabbing his comb, and his hair "grease" or whatever he used in his hair back then in the early 1960s! He would get his cuff links, and he would open and close any one of what seemed to be several boxes!! I wanted so badly to see what he had up there and get my hot little hands on it!!
And now there it was, in all its glory!! I spend a good amount of time scanning over dad's cool stuff!! I felt as though my back was just grazing the ceiling and felt as though I were floating ever so gently, but the feeling of floating was certain! I saw myself laying on my back, slightly onto my side and I was laying across the width of the bed, as opposed to lengthwise as one would normally sleep.
I remember a really awesome feeling of peace and tranquility and if I stayed like that forever it would have felt a few seconds, but it felt awesome! I can't recall how that ended. I don't remember waking up, or even remember anything much else.
That Christmas on the 23rd my older brother and I shared the small rear bedroom beside the washroom at the back of the house. We had single beds, one on the rear wall and my bed on the wall beside my parent's bedroom. It was either very late at night or early in the morning, I can't recall, but I barely remember being woken by the sound of my father yelling at the top of his voice!
As I started to sit up, I saw my brother lift his head looking toward the door then as I looked at the door, very suddenly we were both absolutely jolted out of our skin with a tremendous BOOM!
The bedroom door came flying across the room in between our beds and came crashing into pieces against the wall right beside our headboards! The room instantly filled with thick black smoke and my father came flying in just a split second after the door flew past and hit the wall!!
He had a soaking wet blanket draped over himself! Everything happened in a matter of seconds, and it seemed like the moment he was in the room in a single motion he grabbed my rocking chair and slung it through our bedroom window! The glass crashed apart and he slung the chair around the frame smashing out as much of the glass as he could, then the chair went sailing out!
That soaking wet blanket was over my head and over my brother's head, and we were both under dad's arm and all of us went out that window in a flash! My dad's back hit the porch roof and he was holding us both so tight we couldn't breathe, then we were in the air and bang! We hit the ground! Dad's back hit the ground rather, we were tucked under his arms under this soaking wet blanket and as soon as we hit the ground dad got up tore the blanket off and the first thing I saw was his two huge eyes, the size of pie pans looking right into my eyes, then as he frantically tore the blanket away and saw my brother was ok he grabbed us both and hugged us really tight and was almost crying "thank you God! thank you, God,"!! that terrified us because we had never seen our father cry ever!
We both busted out screaming and sobbing for mom not knowing what the hell was going on, but there were a bunch of firemen on us in a flash and they were all over the yard and in the house because the house was on fire!
Dad passed us over the back fence to the neighbor, Mr. Thorn, the husband of the lady I described earlier Joan Thorn who was a lifelong friend of my mother's.
It was years later mom told me what actually happened.
So, it was Dec 23rd and sometime late that night a fire started in the front room, which was like a second den. The Christmas tree was in the actual den, where the tv was.
Nobody actually figured out how the fire started, because it appeared to have started on the couch which as I gathered was some kind of imitation leather which was popular in the 50s and 60s. I have photos of that couch somewhere. There was no lights or electrical outlets anywhere near where they think the fire started, so it was a mystery.
The main level of the house was absolutely blazing before my dad woke up smelling smoke!
He ran downstairs and when he saw the size of the fire the first thing, he knew he absolutely had to do was yell for mum to call the fire department, then get down to the basement and get my two sisters out NOW!
The fire chief told my parents they couldn't understand how dad got my sisters out because of the damage to the top of the basement stairs and their room was right at the bottom of those stairs. The basement door was at the far end of the house and a burnt floor joist had partially collapsed blocking that exit, so the only way out was up the stairs through the main floor where the fire was raging!
Dad must have got them out with literally seconds to spare, but he threw my eldest sister over his shoulder when my other sister did what she was told and immediately raced upstairs and got out the front door. Dad reached that front door in time to get mom out and she was trying to get up the stairs screaming for me and my brother as dad flung my sister off his back onto the lawn and pushed mom down onto the lawn then slammed the door and raced upstairs with firemen yelling at his to stop!!
Mom tried to following him but firemen grabbed her and had to get police to keep her and my sisters a car.
Mom said when she saw my dad turn to head back in the house he was surrounded by flames, then the door shut and she saw a huge fireball go up and thought we were all dead.
That was Christmas 1966. None of us were harmed except for some cuts and bruises that Dad my brother and I had.
My eldest sister had a bump on her head and a bruised elbow which mom says happened when dad raced up the basement stairs with her over his shoulder. She said the second dad yelled for them to get up and run, Ivy, the younger of the two (they're both older than me) took right off, and Gloria didn't even have a chance to get up because dad grabbed her and chucked her over his shoulder as though she was a feather and he took off running! So, she got a bit banged up as dad ran up the stairs with her.
As soon as the damage was all repaired and we were back in the house the tormenting started. I got the worst but my sister Ivy was also terrified a few times. I remember once when she was afraid and asked me to stay in her room one night and "it" scared the hell out of us through the night so bad we didn't dare even get out of bed to run upstairs for help!
I obviously can't detail the horror these spirits put me through over the years, but it was from odd noises that could last a minute to hours of torment! At the very worst, when I was around 8 years to 13 or 14 years old there were stretched which went on every night all night for months on end!
It came to a dramatic end after months of nightly torment and it got to where I was ashamed of how scared I was, where during the following day when it was light out and I was outside with friends or doing something in the house - watching TV drawing whatever, I was becoming more and more disgusted in myself for being a coward.
Then this final night when this thing drove me too far, I snapped.
It started with the usual sounds at the foot of my bed as though someone was rustling a garbage bag. This happened every night. I know it doesn't seem so scary, but it was just one element, one of the things it did regularly. It wasn't so much the noise; it was the knowledge that "someone" or "something" was crouched down at the foot of my bed making that noise!
The psychological" element can be even worse than things I would actually see...sometimes!
That night the noise started...I was absolutely terrified! Then my room went very, very dark...more so than usual. I physically saw the room grow blacker and blacker and I was at a level of terror I had rarely experienced prior. Then I saw my mother's face and it was more like a horror movie version, or mask of her face in profile. I was as though the face was illuminated, but there was no glow coming off, the face was lit up somehow but it did not light up any surrounding area whatsoever!
That in itself was terrifying, it was defying laws of gravity! It was only the face, no body at all and it came closer and the expression became a mocking snarl, it snarled, or growled like a rabid dog, then snickered and a loud "POP"! and it was black again!
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I was in an absolute state of terror trying to figure out where it would pop up next when I saw a shape which was almost impossible to even imagine! A large shape came up as though out of the floor which was blacker than black! I had to fight with all my strength not to pass out from terror because what would it do if I fainted? Drag me away??
As I tried not to breath not wanting to draw any attention to myself, I saw a wolf's face grinning at me and it had a top hat on. It was outside my window! I had been looking out my window and didn't know because it was blacker than black and I lost all sense of direction!!
It was lit up like that face was! So, I saw it grinning at me, snarling, I saw a top hat and then as it rose up, I saw a vest and a pocket watch chain!! I felt tears streaming down my face and I suddenly realized I'd been holding my breath, but it was looking right at me and I couldn't hold it any longer and so I let all the air out and again, I felt as though I was about to pass out!!
Very slightly I heard that sound of plastic...like someone playing with a garbage bag...I heard it in the background and as this wolfman face started slowly opening its long broad mouth all this moisture was just pouring off its sharp long numerous teeth, fangs then blood, dark almost black red blood and it stank!
It was the most horrific, and most terrified I had ever been by far! But something snapped in me....I can't explain it but I felt something like a switch go off as though a thousand miles away in some deep dark chamber in the middle of my mind a tiny switch clicked and it was the sound of that garbage bag which set it off...
I became so absolutely sickened, disgusted, and deeply, deeply ashamed of myself for being such a complete coward that my terror instantly became rage! I felt that anger become rage! It went from a teeny tiny dot you could just barely see, but it grew at quantum levels to faster than the speed of light and became a huge wrecking ball of rage!!
I screamed so so loud!! ENOUGH!!! ENOUGH YOU FILTHY BASTARDS ENOUGH!!! I had just barely got those words out and I was on my feet out of my bed and on my way across the floor, but not to escape, not to run away, I was there for WARFARE!! THIS WAS A RECKONING!! I WAS ENRAGED AND I WAS GOING TO DESTROY WHATEVER WAS FOOLISH ENOUGH TO STILL BE IN THAT ROOM!! IN THAT HOUSE!! ON THE BLOCK!!
I wasn't bothered if the light was on or not!! But the second this rage exploded the room was lit up by the ambient light from the street through my window! I actually felt the demon's terror!! It could not believe what was happening!! It had become so used to enjoying my terror that the last thing it ever thought would ever happen, was happening, and it was by far, BY FAR WAY MORE TERROROISED AT MY EXPLOSION THAN THE TERROR IT HAD CAUSED ME COMBINED AND MULTIPLIED A THOUSAND TIMES!!
I actually heard it squealing with terror and it couldn't get out of that house fast enough! It was caught completely by surprise!!
It never came back.
I yelled at the very top of my voice multiple times and nobody in the house, my parents, whose bedroom was right across the hall, not four feet from my door heard nothing! My brother and his girlfriend didn't hear a thing. I didn't ask anyone, I never told anyone for years what was going on, but nobody said a word the next morning.
I never had any trouble for years after that and I slept like a baby!
It was only after I got serious into the music industry when I became a lead vocalist/writer in rock then later in metal at a high, professional level, performing live and recording when things started up again and my God did things kick up...again!!
More recently, my wife and I have started hearing and seeing some disturbing things happening round the house...again.
Sorry for this lengthy comment, but I felt compelled to share.
I am NOT judging, I don't do that, I just felt an unusual strong pull to share.
Jack
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The old lady is walking from room to room checking in on the children and trying to make sure you are staying quiet and not wakening or disturbing the peace,and not wakening the chicken,now the whistle's you are hearing is what a caretaker or janitor would probably have heard the kids singing during school lessons and he has got it stuck in his head while jovingly at his work,now footsteps or movement in main hall is where the soldiers during war ,marched across,just remember the customers that passed through tea hall or attending temparence meetings, Gerrard from Edinburgh
And could you possibly let us hear what you pick up on the evp's on recorder