Speaker 1: Scary Era Era is the Irish or Gaelic word for Ireland.
Paranormal means all the things that are impossible to explain
by non natural forces or by science, and Ireland is
steep and lower. Ghosts, blood, sweat, tears, sacrifice, hunger, desperation
and charm. Oh and the paranormal. Welcome to Scary Era,
Mark Manning.
Speaker 2: Mark won't be with us in this special episode of
Scary Era, apart from in spirit of course girdld as
Mark wants to honor women and the paranormal with this conceptual,
as he calls it, He insisted that only female voices
should be featured. If you listen, you'll be enlightened and
hopefully intrigued by the paranormal experiences of women, from the
wilds of Ireland's County Mayo to eerie happenings in Clapham's Flatlands,
over to the faded glory of Wexford's Lofty's Hall and
across Offley's Charleville Castle. Even Gwen Johnson, widow of sadly
missed British medium and TV personality Derek Acorah, has a
tale to tell and more women may be more perceptive
of the paranormal and supernatural due to a combination of biological, psychological,
and cultural factors. Studies suggests that women often have a
higher emotional intelligence and intuition, allowing them to notice subtle
cues others might miss. Historically, women have been linked to
mystical roles such as healers, witches, or mediums, strengthening their
openness to the unseen. Social conditioning also encourages women to
express emotions and trust their instincts, making them more receptive
to paranormal experiences or energies beyond the physical realm. I'm
Sarah Campbell, radio broadcaster, event host and voice actor. Between
the world we see and the things we fear, there
are doors. When they are opened, nightmares become reality. Tara
Moore author, originally from County Kildare, Ireland, now resident in
England for many years.
Speaker 3: I thought though that since I've been living in England
for so many years now, I'd concentrate on a few
stories of my time there and leave the Irish side
of things for another day. It was sometime in nineteen
eighty five and my husband and I moved into a
flat in Clapham North in London. It was an old house,
like many of them. There an old Victorian. It was
divided into three flats. We were at the top. Two
friends of ours, Ali and Elaine, lived on the first floor,
and there was an ancient looking woman from Haiti living
in the basement, and naturally it was rumored that she
was into the odd bit of voodoo. Now I don't
know if she was or not, but what I can
say is that the smells that came out of that
flat were like nothing I've smelt before or since, stomach churning,
to say the least. For all I know, it could
have been an eye of mute or to a frog,
but anyway, I'll just leave that with you.
Speaker 4: I suppose.
Speaker 3: The first peculiar thing that happened is that every now
and then a nebulous white shape would appear at the
top of the landing as I came up this ste
and that used to sort of bring.
Speaker 4: Me up short.
Speaker 3: It was a cold old house anyway, but it always
seemed to get colder, and I got the sense that
this thing, whatever it was, was evil. The sense was
that it didn't want me there, And to tell you
the truth, I didn't want to be there, but it
was hard to get a flat at a decent rent
at that time, and so there was no option but
to stay put. Anyway, I coped with that by saying
a little prayer our mother taught us as kids, there's
nothing to fear because Jesus is here, his love is delight,
which makes all things come right. I used to say
it aloud, and it must have worked, because the thing
would disappear. Sometimes I might catch a glimpse of it
in the mirror bee behind me, and I'd say the
prayer again. In that way, I suppose I just got
used to it. But after a while things kind of
hot it up. We were woken up one night by
the sound of screaming coming from our friend's flat below.
We went rushing down. I don't think we thought that
bit through properly, and just as we reached their door,
it flew open and Ali raced out. Now Ali was
a big man, six foot plus and didn't scare easily,
but his eyes were like saucers and he was babbling incoherently.
He pointed back into the flat and we ran into
the bedroom. Guided by Elaine's screams. We found her sitting
up in the bed, as white as a ghost. Herself
staring at a spot on the mattress where there was
a deep depression, as if somebody was sitting beside her.
Speaker 4: The room was like an ice box.
Speaker 3: We couldn't take our eyes away from the spot, but
as we stared, the depression faded away, as if someone
had got up.
Speaker 4: Well.
Speaker 3: They moved out the very next day, but before they
went they told us that Elaine had gone to bed
first and was dozing off when she felt Ali come
in and sit down beside her. Then a sixth sense
alerted her to the fact that it wasn't Ali, and
the rest, as they say, is history. We stayed on
mainly because we'd know her else to go, and we
wouldn't have got our deposit back from the landlord, and
we couldn't afford that.
Speaker 5: Anyway.
Speaker 3: Winter came and my brother in law came to stay
for a few days. The weather was absolutely awful that year.
It was freezing and it was a heavy fall of snow.
We'd only want bedroom, so he had to sleep on
the couch. Well, rinse and repeat, as they say. We
were woken in the middle of the night again by
loud screaming. We found the brother in law chucking on
his clothes at the speed of light. He said, he
woke up feeling a heavy weight on his chest and
the feel of fingers around his throat strangling him. Now,
truth to tell, he did like a drink or two,
but there was no denying the red finger marks on
his neck. Nothing would persuade him to stay over till morning. Instead,
he chose to go out and walk in the freezing
streets till dawn. To be honest, we'd had enough ourselves
at that stage, and deposit or no deposit, we moved
out shortly after.
Speaker 2: Kiva Govi of Paranormal Adventures Ireland.
Speaker 6: There's only ever been once that I've ever been caught
off guard in the paranormal field, and that's in Wicklow Jail.
It was around Halloween and we were polding a public
investigation and we were down in the basement. I don't
know why, but for some stranger reason, like I got
this like weird overwhelming feeling that I needed to go
every floor of stairs up to the top by myself,
of course, and I rushed my way up and I'm
standing there and I'm looking out and if you know
that Wicklow Jail, it's basically railings the whoay around and
then you can see the drop down. You can see
across the jail, and I'm looking out and it's dark.
I don't even have my torch on, and looking across
and it's not too pitch black because the moon is
shining in the windows. And I see this shadow figure
across the way, the entire way across the jail from me.
And what was different about this shadow figure was that
it had what I can only describe as wings. And
I'm just there and I'm staring at it, and I
see it grab on to the railings on front of
it and pull one leg over the railing and dive
down into the ground, down the jail and disappear. And
I was, honestly, I was terrified. I was so terrified.
I've never been so scared in my life. I booked
it out of there. I ran so fast, but I
went down the wrong way. So in Wicklow Jail, from
where I was standing, there's two sets of stairs, one
to the left, one to the right. To the left
is the set of stairs that isn't usually used, so
it's chained off on every level. And I went to
the left, trying to get away as quickly as possible
because my brain wasn't thinking. And I'm running down these
stairs and I'm literally trying to hop across chains and
almost falling over. And I get down to the bottom
where we had set up for like tea and coffee
and everything, and I turn around to the rest of
the team and I'm like, I don't think you guys
will believe what I just saw. They asked what, obviously,
and I explained to them what I had seen, and
all of them are very confused and they remember this
night so clearly because I was so confused. I'm also
freaking out. I'm like, what the fuck did I just
see it? Like, you know, what did I see? There
was not much, like there was nothing that I had
in my brain to explain it. So we finish up
our investigation with the public and we're on our way
out and everything's fine, and I'm still my heart is
still beating in my chest. I'm still feeling nervous. I
don't know what's going on. I'm very shaken up. So
I get on my phone as soon as I get
into the car, and I'm googling you know shadow figure
with wings, you know angel shadow figure, because like that's
all I could think of because of the wings, I
thought it was an angel, like I just didn't know,
but like I didn't understand why it was a black shadow.
And three stories come up, and the first story wasn't relevant,
it was like a fan fiction. The second story was
of this guy who had seen this thing and he
didn't know what it was. He was very confused to
And the third story was from this guy another guy
and it was on Reddit and he turns he says
that you know, this is the angel of death and
if you see it, basically you're supposed to die. And
at that moment, I was terrified because I was like, oh,
you know, that's fantastic, That's exactly what I want.
Speaker 5: And.
Speaker 6: Terrified like I'm I'm I'm shaking, like I don't know
what to think, what to believe. This is the only
story I can find out about this on the internet.
And then where we end up doing a podcast a
few weeks later with this lady who knows all of
her angels. So I ask her about it and she
says that I've seen Azrael, who's an angel in the
Judaism religion, and that he very souls to the underworld
and to heaven and everywhere, and that it wasn't meaning
that I was going to die. It was just that
he was there to take some souls, and I was like, oh,
fair enough, and it really soothed my nerves. I didn't
feel like I was going to die anymore. But then
recently I actually told this story on another podcast. It's
three for three and the night of the eclipse that
happened only a few weeks ago, and go outside because
it looks so weird. The sky is so orange and
purple and green and blue and all of the colors,
and we're looking up at the clouds from our front door,
and I have photos, but in the photos you can
see this like gray shadow in the orange clouds, and
it's like a man with wings and he's like, you know,
looking around. And then this the clouds weren't moving, so
I cannot explain this in the photos, the gray cloud.
Only the gray cloud moves and it comes the whole
way around, and it gets ginormous and like almost rests
its hands on top of the orange cloud that's in
front of it, and like leans in and looks at us.
And I've never felt that uneasy since that night. But
at the same time, I felt so calm, and I
never thought I'd have an update to the angel story ever,
but I feel like I've now had two encounters with
the same angel, and I don't know what that means,
and it's something I going to be looking into over
the next god for the rest of my life in
all honesty, because I do feel incredibly lucky to be
one of these people who can say, well, I've seen
an angel. It's a kind of cool story.
Speaker 2: Samantha Kelly Phoenix files Era.
Speaker 7: Looking back now, my passion for the paranormal started from
a very young age. I was heavily influenced by my
great grandfather, who loved all things supernatural and paranormal. He
literally babysat me with tales of the Banshee and the
Puka and the little people and so growing up, I
always had a passion to know more. Were they really
out there? Could they communicate back? And so ghost stories
became my bedtime reading, and I guess into adulthood then
of course there is no option but to be a
paranormal investigator. I began investigating a fishal in twenty ten
and I caught my very first EVP, and I have
to say, I know their investigators out there will agree.
When you catch that first piece of evidence, that irrefutable
thing that you know for sure wasn't influenced by anything.
It's not a Tommy grumble, it's not a flash of light,
it's not anything that can be explained. There is a
thrilling moment of oh my god, this is it when
something intelligently answers you and gets to talk back to you.
It is an amazing experience. With the advancement of the
new technologies and all the different ways we have now
to investigate, I see things changing so much. It's amazing
to watch that communication can be sped up. We're getting
answers now quicker than ever before, and that's so cool
to see and to live through in my lifetime. In
twenty eleven, I went to Charlieville, cat to do one
paranormal night and to say that I fell head over
heels in love with the castle, with the people and
the team that run at and it's amazing history, well
that's an understatement. The next day I signed on to
become a volunteer, and I have been volunteering there ever since.
I do a lot of the paranormal stuff at the castle.
Speaker 4: But I also do.
Speaker 7: Daytime tours for the history people, and we do a
lot of cleaning and minding and upkeep of the castle,
and then handle movies, TV shows, the wedding photos, things
like that, anything.
Speaker 4: That comes true.
Speaker 7: So it's quite a varied catalog of events that we cover.
But I think being there and giving these tours, talking
about the history of the family, talking about their legacy,
all of these things, I think it creates such a
unique experience with the paranormal. I feel like they nearly
know us. They know us by name. I've had my
name said multiple times in multiple ways, even to visiting
investigators from America or Australia. They'll catch my name on
a spurt box or EVP or something like that. So
it definitely has heavily influenced the activity we experience at
the castle. One of my favorite stories is from years ago.
It was a march, I'll never forget it. It was quite
cold and we decided we would sweep and mock Harriet's staircase. Now,
Harriet is one of our more famous residents. She passed
away at the age of eight when she fell from
the principal staircase at the castle, and so we were
sweeping the stairs and we got to the last flight,
and I asked my cousin Nadine, would she mind running
down and getting them up boocket in them up and
we would wash it and I'd sweep that last flight.
She said grand, and so she went out. And just
for a reference, the volunteer's kitchen is down two flights
of stairs and in the sub basement over the far
side of the castle, so she was quite distance from
me when it happened. So sweeping that last flight, and
on one of the steps, I over overshot it and
I just had a little bit of a wobble and
I had to grab the banister, and from above me,
I heard this little voice say, oh, be careful. And
once i'd write it myself, I looked up to tank
whoever it was, but there was nobody there. And so
I turned looked into the doorway, thinking maybe Nadine had
made it back up and I just hadn't heard her.
Speaker 4: But no, she wasn't there either.
Speaker 7: Now I did think at the time it was far
too clear, far too loud. There was no way, no
way that could have been something else. So I rang Bonnie,
who is one of the residents of the castle and
leads us volunteers. And I said, was that you?
Speaker 4: And she said to me?
Speaker 5: Was what me?
Speaker 7: And I said to you upstairs? And she says, no,
I'm downtown getting the shopping. And I said what. She goes,
I'm downtown getting the shopping. Do you need something? And
I was like, no, She's what's happened? I know by
your voice something happened to her what had just happened?
And she laughed and she said, ah, yeah, but we
get that all the time. And she's what did what
did the voice say? And I said, told me to
be careful and she said that sounds like really good
advice to me.
Speaker 4: And so it stuck with.
Speaker 7: Me, this realization that not only are they watching us
maybe give tours and clean and love their castle and
their home, but they also care and they look out
for us, and they're watching over us on some level.
As I said, I definitely think it has influenced how
they communicate. We have all had our names come out
on different devices over the years. I think they feel
they know us, like we are some part of the
extended family, and it does influence the activity that we
get at the castle. It fuels in me this absolute
passion for not only the paranormal, but for Charleville and
its history. I love when we get something on the
spirit boxes, on the EVP, on any of the devices,
or even if it's someone who has a psychic sense
and they come in and they tell me something or
a name. They get a name and a job title
or anything at all, something that I can go back
and trace with the archives, and to find that thing,
to find that interesting tidbit is absolutely amazing. I've had
people tell me the name of the first Earl's dog,
which is an impossible bit of history to find. But
when I did and I realized that they were spot on,
that is an amazing, amazing moment. So I suppose I
will never give up the paranormal. It will always be
something I do, always be something that has an interest
for me, that grips me, that keeps me enthralled.
Speaker 2: Sarah Campbell, Emma Taylor, student teacher, Ireland.
Speaker 8: One night, my dad and I were exploring the ruins
of the Black Hag Abbey in Foynes County, Limerick. It
was around midnight at the time. The abbey stood silent
for our visit, and we soon were decided to leave.
Walking back along the path towards the brick wall entrance
and onto the road, we both suddenly heard heavy footsteps
on the other side of the wall coming towards us,
causing both of us, without speaking to each other, to
back up out of the way, thinking someone was about
to turn into the entrance of the abbey. Nobody did.
I walked out onto the road, looking every which way,
but a quiet street by a silent abbey was all
that was there. So who or what was walking towards
us that night.
Speaker 2: Rose me Fahi of Puka Paranormal.
Speaker 9: I got into the paranormal because my father. My father
used to bring me up to the Hellfare Club in
Dublin and we go for walks up there and you
tell me the stories of the bandshee and the stories
of the devil walking around, going through the roof and
playing cards with people and showing himself to his hoofs
to the people playing cards. Very similar to a few
other locations in Ireland. But I just had a love
from a young age and hearing all the ferry and
folk tales of stories and ghosts around around the country,
so it got me into doing paranorma from a young
age with my dad.
Speaker 4: I was of spending time with him.
Speaker 9: He was very busy and I was an only girl,
so it was great to have time with my dad.
So I think trying to think of some of my
favorite memories going forward of some of the locations I
went to over the years, and I think one has
to be Loftless Whole in the Hook. It's a beautiful location,
absolutely beautiful, and I've gone many a time as a
young girl with my family. Didn't realize the full extent
of it till I was older and I went on
a tour and fell in love with it. I've had
a draft only one day and I was going, God,
I need to come back here. So I went back
with the team. I did an investigation and I needed more.
I just wanted to know more about it. So then
again I returned to the scene and I was helping
out of assisting a team with an investigation for the public,
and we were up on the top floor.
Speaker 4: I won the rooms with the big bay windows.
Speaker 9: There was a beautiful chaise lounge in the room, but
no one sitting on it because it was filthy. And
we were sitting there and the girl I was with
was explaining a situation that happened to other people when
they're up there, that they were looking out on the
corridor and could see a man walking down the corridor
in and out of the rooms. And as she said that,
I suddenly heard a voice laughing going ha ha. That
was me, and I remembers going ok and I look around.
I couldn't see anyone else looking at me as if
they'd been talking to me, so I just said nothing
up there. The girl who was doing the main lead
of the team was looking at me, going are you okay.
Speaker 5: I'm like, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm fine.
Speaker 4: She goes, no, seriously, you okay?
Speaker 9: Said yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm fine. So she continued explaining
to the public group of around ten people of what
had happened, that this man had been seen walking up
and down the car door and you know, just keep
an eye on.
Speaker 4: The card in case you see something.
Speaker 9: And next thing I heard more laughter, Yeah that was me,
And I was going, oh god, no, and she looked
back at me goes, are you sure you're okay? And
I was like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm sure, I'm sure.
And she looked at me because what happened, and I said, well,
you know the first time he said listen about the
guy crossing over the car door and people had seen him.
Speaker 5: She goes, yeah.
Speaker 9: I said, well, I heard a male voice laughing, saying ah,
that was me, and she looked at me, goes really,
and I was like yeah, and she could tell by
my face that, like, obviously I definitely heard it. No
one else in the room had spoken, and because even
when someone in investigation speaks, they look at the person
to explain themselves. And I was going, oh god, there's nothing,
no one's saying it. And I said then when he continued,
I said, I went back again and said that the
man was walking across. I said again, he was laughing
when that was me, And she looked really, and I
was like going, yeah, a little bit spooked by it.
Terrble's toun of words there, but it was really interesting.
So we continued on and I heard nothing else. And
there's many times I've gone back up to that room
and I'm willing, I'm praying for this man to come
back and talk to me, and he obviously has decided
not to talk to me. But it's it's a memory
I'll always have in Loftus because that top floor when
you're in the room, that room with the bay windows,
it's the top floor of the building. And there's a
bit of like plastic on the windows because not glass
and the whole thing, and always it was windy and
loftus because you're on the hook, you're on the corner,
you're like right on the on the ocean, and the
smallest wind that plastic ruffles. So you're standing there in
total silence and pitch black and need the ruffle of silence,
and it's just going, oh my god.
Speaker 4: So the smallest sound is amplified and you'll hear it
very clearly.
Speaker 9: So hearing a man's voice talked to me and laughing
and realizing it's no one else in the room has
a bit going oh god. But it's also as a
paranormal investigator, it's something we prayed hear, we want to hear.
Speaker 3: We're going, please let me here's something, let me see something.
Speaker 9: So for one of my first big experiences on a team,
for me, I couldn't have asked for a better experience,
and it's one that will always stay in my mind
as one of my first The sound of us the
man been really joking with me, in jovial and having
a laugh, going haha, scared of the living.
Speaker 4: It's great.
Speaker 9: So I've really found memories and when I close my eyes,
I can remember that the temperature of the room and
how it felt and everything. So that is one of
my best memories of a lot of memories, but that
was one of my best memories to date that I
can recall without scaring everybody. And hopefully loft Us will
open up again and we get to relive what the
Great Hall has to say and tell us over her
experiences why.
Speaker 4: She's been closed to the public at the moment.
Speaker 2: So yeah, good.
Speaker 9: Old loft Us all she kept us all going back
for more and more.
Speaker 2: Gwen Johnson, widow of British medium and TV personality Derek Acorra. Here,
Gwen relates seeing a possible apparition of Derek leaving their house,
despite the fact that at the time he was in
hospital on the verge of passing away.
Speaker 10: Yes, it was the Thursday morning, four o'clock in the morning.
I'd just come home from the hospital and I came
into the kitchen where a light was on, and I
looked through to the conservatory which is attached to the kitchen,
and I saw Derk walking away. He wasn't wearing the
clothes that he had gone into hospital. He was wearing
something totally different. Actually, he was wearing a pair of
jeans and a sheepskin line jacket type thing. Yeah, And
he walked away and he didn't look over his shoulder,
he didn't turn around. It was just him walking away,
and I knew then that he'd gone. I went back
to the hospital that it was an hour or two later.
They told me that there was no hope and they
were turning all the life support stuff off. And he
managed to main or his body managed to maintain life
for twenty minutes before his heart stopped at five minutes
past twelve months satur the day morning, Sarah.
Speaker 2: Campbell Daniel Rogers of Cork Supernatural Society.
Speaker 5: I've had my experience. I can't explain. They followed me
since I was a child, and well they shout who
I am. I began in Mayfield when I was about three.
One name. My mother walked into my room and asked,
who are you talking to? I'm pointing behind her, looking
behind her, going behind her my mind. I remember her
screaming running to my father. Mind you. She left me there.
He was there looking to family photos. I saw her again,
that same woman holding me is a newborn mother told me, oh,
she died three days after I was born. That was
my great grandmother. The woman I saw that night wasn't
in my imagination, she was real. In that same house,
I had a habit of climbed onto the bedroom window
still my parents' bedroom windo, still two stories up. I
remember I was sitting there and my nan, seeing my
nan waving down. She was like a second mother to
me because any chance I could always go to my
nanny's house. I love it. And remember my Nan smiling back,
trying to keep me calm. But I know now she
wasn't trying to just you know, be nice. She was
trying to alert my mother, but keep me steady because
I'm a fidgity adult. But I was a very, very
fidgety child. And then I remember this always in my
mind because I'd feel my mother's hand grabbing the back
of my head and dragging me inside. I was only
three or four then, I said, too young to understand fair,
but my mother's fair. When we moved into the flat,
then after that, my father used to drill all the windows,
so apparently this was a very common thing. I used
to do was always make my way to the window.
He was afraid in the case, I climbed out again.
Not long after I made my communion, I was eight.
My best friend was Michelle Alway used to laugh, play
hide and seek. Even we're matching crop tops in the summer,
all we thought we were unreal. Three days after our communion,
I remember my mother brought me to Michelle's house for
the first time. Now I've been to Michelle's house, but
this is the first time my mother has ever been
to Michelle's house. And I remember thinking, oh, Michelle, we're
best friends. I now our mom's are best friends. God,
I was so excited. I remember that day I burst
in the door calling for her. We played hide and
seek like always, crammed on the stairs giggling. It was
the best hideout from there. I remember I was just
sitting there. I could see into the kitchen where my
mom sat with Michelle's ma'am. And then I remember Michelle's
mother was crying. I remember our head in her hands,
just like uncontrollably crying. I remember going Michelle and my
mom was very sad, and Michelle sent to me, it's okay,
come on, let's play. My mom may be okay. I
never thought much of it until eight years later, at sixteen,
I was told the truth. You see, should had died
on our comedian day, and that visit wasn't the playdate.
My mother's paying her respects, but to me, I was
playing hide and seek with my best friend. At sixteen,
I also had my first really I guess independence. I
got the house key because I had a half days
on a certain day during the week from school. One afternoon,
I came home early, and I remember seeing the young
girl in a dress moved slowly from the stairs into
the spare room. I remember, I just froze. This girl
was inside the house. I'm home alone. When the fair
finally hit me out, I bolted out the back door,
and I didn't tell anyone for years later. I found
out my foot I'd seen the same girl too, during
one of his episodes of sleep paralysis. She screamed in
his face with a tall shadow man loomed behind him.
Or sorry, oh sorry, this dark shadow figure loomed behind
her with a cowboy hat. Well, I'll call the cowboy hat.
That's how he described it. Anyway, The thing is, my
sister saw her too as well. When she was young.
She was hanging in her hanging in her bedroom in
her comedian dress in the corner of our bedroom. And nineteen,
when I moved into our house share my seven two guys,
that's when escalated. One day, my radio started hissing with static,
no batteries not plugged in. I checked, and then when
I looked up at the doorway, I saw him. That
shadow man, solid tall, wearing a hat. He walked straight
into My housemates locked the bedroom because he was at work. First,
I do it myself. I kept moving things around like
nothing happened, trying to come figure out what the hell
did I see. But then that's when they hear the
fair hit me like a freight train. I flew down
the stairs with my sister and a friend were visiting.
I made up by an excuse ask them to go
fit a bottle of coke from my room, just to
see if they'd see it too. They didn't. On the
a minute I thought I saw a ghost my such
a screamed, can't memory the static, the shadow of the fair,
especially in my sister's face. I'll never forget it. Over
the years, I've seen full operations, felt physical touches, her voices.
My mother never wants to talk about it. But before
she passed them twenty twenty, she left me a letter.
She's on palitive kus and that was for the first
time she acknowledged my experiences. She promised that one day,
when I was ready, she would send me a sign.
But any time I felt that she was near me,
I'll tell her I wasn't ready. But the moment I'm
most grateful for her I was in twenty seventeen. I'd
been in pain for months, from October to February. February,
I finally went to the doctor and he said, oh, Siatica,
the game pain killer has sent me on my way.
But one day I dreamt of my grand my grandmother,
you know, the one who helped raise me, who Dave
when I was fifteen. Oh, she was angry. She told
me to go to the hospital, told me if I didn't,
she'd haunt me. And she promised and swore down she
will haunt me every timing until I did. I couldn't
scape that dream. A few days later, I went to
Ay they film stage four her to come to forma
twenty six cancers tumors, I was told and if I
hadn't gone when I did, well, to be honest, they
said they're going to see me surviving any longer than
six weeks. My Grandma's warning, I believe saved my life.
So yes, I believe I lived it. These experiences are
part of me. Would you believe or not, it doesn't
matter because this is my life, my truth, and I'll
never stop searching for answers for me. For you, Thank you.
Speaker 2: Annette Rose, retired, formerly of Birmingham, England, now resident on
the West Coast of Ireland for many years.
Speaker 11: What do I believe and have I seen supernatural things?
Speaker 5: It's like this.
Speaker 11: I believe that the old folklore and all the old
wives tales are linked. But basically the old beliefs are
the same as what people call the supernatural. There are
reasons for everything, and the more you look into them,
you will find that a lot of things are linked
or originate from the same Where we live. People always
told us that the place is haunted, but it's more
than that. It's as if the place has some kind
of energy. For instance, take the old Irish folklore a warning.
I suppose you call it about touching a fairy tree.
Bad luck will befall you if you do. Where we live,
there are some individual white thorn trees or hawthorn trees
as are sometimes called, standing on their own in the
middle of a field. A tree like this is supposed
to have some kind of special power or some kind
of special energy related to it, and the old Irish
tradition is that you never ever touch a fairy tree
unless you have asked and been given its permission. How
an individual tree managed to survive in the middle of
the field is a miracle in itself, because that field
will be grazed by animals and usually they eat the
young trees as they are growing as well. I suppose
that this is why they said that a lone white
thaw tree in the middle of the field is that
very special tree. But anyway, this particular tree I refer
to was cut down one year by a man who
was preparing the soil for planting in a nearby field.
The tree cut down, leaving a sizeable stump behind. He
then was used the tree to scuffle the soil as
he dragged it behind his tractor. I watched this, and
he actually did a very good job. But the old
saying about never touching a fairy tree is that if
you harm a fairy tree, then bad things will happen
to the person who did this. I can tell you
that man was seriously ill afterwards with the big sea.
The tree stumps survived, grew again, and so did he.
The tree is still there and so is he. We
always think it's a good thing he never killed the
tree when he chopped it down. Other supernatural events around
our house are that the dog's toys and balls kept
disappearing from outside the house. We would find them way
off in a field hundreds of meters away where the
dogs had no access. Now, some of you will say, well,
those toys and balls were probably carried off by wild animals. Okay,
but how do you explain finding a crab apple in
the same field. I think it was in March, and
the nearest crab apple tree is almost seven miles away,
and this field is completely off the road where no
people have access to it. And also remembering you do
not get a crab apple in springtime. They arrive in
the autumn. Then there are the noises that we hear.
We can be sitting in the house and you can
hear a bang like a gunshot just outside the front door.
We can hear vehicles pulling up just outside of our
house as well, which is one hundred yards from the
road and protected by a closed gate. But when you
go outside there is nothing. It is silent, with just
the birds singing, and there is no traffic on the
roads at all. This just doesn't happen once. It has
happened many times, together with music. When there is no
music being played in the house or from neighbors which
are at least for one hundred meters away. Cigarette smoke
is quite common, which we smell often some nights and
some days, but then there is nobody to be seen,
and like we said, the road is one hundred meters
away from the house with nobody around. If you go
walking in the fields at night, there is always that
feeling that makes the hairs on your neck stand up,
as if you are not alone and you are being watched.
It is a creepy feeling in one respect. Added to
sometimes there are strange noises in the darkness which could
be an animal, except there aren't animal noises, well, at
least any animals that we know. It is a very
remote area in one respect, and as humans are encroaching
on the area, these eerie occurrencies appear to get less
and less. Are any of these caused by a girl
or what we say are ghosts the undead? I don't know.
There are probably just as many things I can't remember
as what I have listed here. But a fact is
energy never goes away. When somebody or something dies, the
energy from their body is absorbed into the ground. If
they are buried, the body is then consumed by insects
and plants such as trees. In the old days, the
month of May was always known as the rebirth. This
is when plants and seeds from previous year came back
into life, so the energy from the dead body buried
in the ground was born again. Maybe if the energy
from a dead body hasn't been consumed by nature, it
is then lost and is forever wondering the earth. Who knows,
But I do know where we live. As I have
said already, we always get the feeling or we notice
something where we are not alone and there is somebody
or something present and even watching us. Maybe one day
we will find the reasons for this. But if you
go back to ancient beliefs and folklore, they used to
plant trees by houses and graveyards to keep evil away.
A rowan tree, sometimes known as a mountain ash, was
planted by a house or graveyard to ward off evil.
You have to ask why did they do this and
why did they believe such a thing. It wasn't just
a few superstitious people after a good night drinking who
came up with this. It is a widespread belief which
has been practiced for thousands of years and in different countries.
What are those people warding off by plants in trees? So,
like I said earlier, I believe that the supernatural and folklore,
or even superstitions are all linked.
Speaker 2: Jenny Sullivan, Emerald Isle paranormal.
Speaker 12: When I was younger, I knew I was different. I'd
come from a family of eleven. I knew things I
could not have known at that age, seen in her,
things that I could never have explained, but never really
said it to anyone because they would not believe me
or understand. Here are two of my experiences. I was
walking home from my friend's house one night. When walking
up my front garden, I met my brother's friend.
Speaker 4: The sky was a beautiful, clear.
Speaker 12: November night, just stars, but something made me point into
the sky and say what that. My brother's friend started
singing and dancing, saying it was the Banshees. It was
the Banshees, and I asked him to stop. I told
my sister and she closed the curtains, rang a few
people to come up to the house to see what
was going on. When we went outside to look, there
was three long, comment like shaped figures in the sky
above an unused factory across from my home, floating left
to right. If on the ground, I would guess about
fifty to sixty foot long, smoky gray in color.
Speaker 4: My mum was picked up from work.
Speaker 12: We had friends there that had just lost family members
that night and previous week. My younger siblings were watching TV.
They had no interest in it.
Speaker 4: I of course did.
Speaker 12: I was outside watching these three gray figures floating left
to right, two on one side and one on the
other side. When they floated up into the sky, they'd disappear,
but there was no clouds in the sky for them
to disappear into. They just did, and then they would
come back down and opposite sides, two on one side
and one on the other side. Then with a blink
of an eye. One shot right down in between the hedges,
flew through the hedges and shot right back up. If
you blinked, you would have missed it. We all stood there.
Speaker 4: And we screamed. We screamed.
Speaker 12: Adults were pulling me behind them so they could get
into the house first.
Speaker 4: There was a lot of commotion on.
Speaker 12: We were trying to figure out what they were. Some
were saying spotlights from Dublin, but were too far away
from Dublin and they were too low in the sky
for them to be spotlights. They were huge, smoky gray
comment like, as I say this, the picture is in
my head right now. We never knew what they were.
To this day, we still don't know what they were
or what they are, but it's something that has never
ever ever left me. My second experience would be in
Shane's Castle up in County Antrim many years ago on
an investigation in Shane's Castle. The castle is a ruin,
so all of our investigations were conducted in the tunnels.
It was an amazing investigation. We had done a reenactment
earlier on at the night which was extremely active aggressive.
If I could say, at the end of the night,
I let a team back down to the tunnels where
we had done the reenactment earlier on in the night.
As soon as we walked in, the smell of sulfur
hit me. It burnt my throat, my nostrils, it irritated
the back of my throat. But as we continued in
against advice not to, saying, they know we are here,
so I said, so then we continue. If they know
we're here, and we know they are here, let's continue.
This is what we do. But because we had public
with us, I decided to retreat, saying I don't know
why we're leaving when they know we are here, vice versa.
Within approximately fifteen seconds later, it was if something came
right up to me, rushed through me, or stood right
in front of me. My eyes closed, my head went back,
something that you would see in the Matrix movie.
Speaker 4: My hearing went.
Speaker 12: It was as if something was pushing me or going
through me as a warning to say, do not mess
with us. And I know these tunnels for many years.
We left because we had public with us, and I
never ever wanted to smell that sulfur smell again ever.
But ten or more years later it happened again in
the Bloody Chapel of lebt Castle. I had a guest
with me and I asked him what do you think
of leb Castle so far? And the person said, it's nice,
It's okay, it's good, and I said, yes, the chapel
can be a little quiet sometimes, with me saying that,
as anyone who knows the bloody chapel knows, there are
no windows. Within seconds later, the smell of sulfur came
again that only I could smell it.
Speaker 4: I thought my jacket was on fire, and.
Speaker 12: I knew immediately I could taste it, I could smell it,
and immediately I thought to myself, oh my god, it's
happening again.
Speaker 4: It frightened me. I will not lie.
Speaker 12: It frightened me so so much to know that I
never wanted to smell it again, but yet I did.
I had asked everybody, could you smell sulfur? No one
could smell it but me, and then they began to
smell it, and we left the bloody chapel. I sat
downstairs and the rest of the group went back upstairs.
I had asked them to see if I had permission
to go back up again, and the answer was no,
so I did not go back upstairs again. I have
been since, but I think that was a warning to me.
When I said it can be a little quiet up
in the Bloody Chapel, it was a warning to say, nope,
we are here. And there are just two of my
experiences within many years of my paranormal experiences.
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Speaker 5: Thank you for listening.