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Saturday, 29 June 2013

Overtime

Lost in overtime and then deep sleep. It takes a certain mind frame to soak into fifteen hour days at work. But oh, the money!
I also enjoy working alone with nobody around. 
Straight from school yesterday I collected my son and we went to McDonalds which was a great change and from there we headed to see Despicable Me 2 which I pretty much enjoyed AS LITTLE as the first. 
Currently my son and I are watching Iron Man cartoons in bed on Netflix.
Infact yesterday I went as far as cancelling Sky Tv altogether since its 40 quid for nothing really. I feel good about now having that money in my account instead. 
Today my son and I are going to Haworth to make some pottery for my birthday. A good day I imagine. 

Tuesday, 25 June 2013

Time Management

It's 6pm now. 11 hours since I started work. The building was quiet when I entered and it got loud pretty quickly as people busied about with various rush jobs. I mostly ducked from being included. This job is still ploughing on in my machine. The radios have fallen silent and I am once again alone. This is the quality time of work when it's just myself and I can pull up a chair and watch my machine in comfort and without neighbouring workmates casting glances at me. My body has a slight vibration of fatigue of the long day but my mind is enjoying counting the future money falling into my bank account like leaves made from £5 notes in my minds eye. 
My own company is more special to me than that of a 'partner'. It's true, odd but true. My tea is resting in my belly now as Tuesday marches onwards. 
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7:22pm whilst sat reading Derren Browns autobiography and really enjoying it, I considered the fact that he is a great guy and when it comes down to it... A loser like the rest if us. He has chosen to devote hour upon hour to his chosen path of Magic. He could have been exploring the world or bungee jumping but instead he read up on card shuffling and other seemingly monotonous activities. 
It dawned on me that ALL of us choose to waste the best of our hours on things we love. For example, I watch films most of all. I also write this blog and many other writings because its something I enjoy and MOST IMPORTANTLY it comes easy. 
If I wanted to become a magician say, the hours I'd have to spend on learning magic skills etc would require real effort. Whereas watching one film or more each day is as second nature as breathing. Picking up any writing device, be it ipod pad or diary is something which happens automatically practically. 
It takes little effort. 
I think every persons main hours should be spent doing something they love or enjoy. I know people probably veg in front of the tv in the absence of anything better to do but that's not life fulfilment is it? 
I can lose a day watching tv but not because I can't think of what to do but because its exactly what I wish to do. 
I hope you get my meaning. D Brown lost hours, weeks and years perfecting his magic and it no doubt came easily. 
There are things we instinctively enjoy and things which we picture ourselves doing but are actually very EFFORT involved. 

Use your time wisely people.   

The art of the stone face

A hot Tuesday in England finds me stood at my machine with a full stomach of dinner and chocolate muffin. I am working late tonight on my wonderfully easy overtime job which I may remember for years to come. I haven't had a single coffee yet today and my eyes feel heavier. I will partake later no doubt as I struggle into the evening as I print. 
My workmates have been told they all have a lot of work land on their laps and it has been greeted with a variety of responses from disgust to 'just do it'. 
I had to cancel going to the preview of The Internship and give my ticket away in the light of working over. It felt like the right decision. 
I was drinking my Pepsi Max (less sugar, less taste, less enjoyment) when I caught my eyes reflected in my overhanging light box. Looking out from my eyes I felt I was inside a busy world of thought and emotion and yet looking back at me was a stones faced Mount Rushmore looking bloke. 
It made me appreciate the absurdity which is 'other' people. My workmates resemble small walking meat sacks but I have to remember that within themselves there are different sprawling worlds. Like inside a Tardis from Dr Who (bigger on the inside). 
It was only last night with my son that we were having conversation about some playground friends annoying him and making him lash out a bit. I explained to him that in order to 'win' he needs only to 'look' not bothered. 
I said "There's nothing wrong with being annoyed, but don't let others know that you are" 
As much as I actually  want him to be more 'emotionally free' than I am, I didn't like hearing that he had his moments at school when some other silly cunt was being a dick and the teacher wasn't listening properly. 
I know that it doesn't get any better as you progress through school, or life for that matter. 
I'm still confronted by cock ends as I go about my life and my only defence is to look as if they don't bother me. I find no fun in others (except my son). 
Where does that come from? Is it unhealthy? 
Don't know...   But I'm happy, isn't that the most important thing? 

Monday, 24 June 2013

Life's components

A fresh week. Monday morning feels strange having worked all day yesterday. But on the other hand it means I'm fully prepared with dinners at work having sorted it all out at the weekend and bringing it in on Sunday. 
So my week will entail seeing my son a few times as usual, a preview of The Internship, my sons asthma check up, a trip to see my brothers new tv and an investigation with PPS which we've had planned for a year. 
It's a good time for me (as I have probably said too much) and I'm trying to appreciate my time on the planet. My optimistic outlook is working its way to balance out the thirty odd years of pessimism which followed me around until a few years ago. 
Balance is an important part of being alive. Wealth, happiness or luck incorrectly balanced can be the most important aspects of our time but these things are often out if our control. But on a smart micro level, the balance of time with friends and time alone doing things you like is something you can control and can affect things. 
I am reaping the rewards of being single and in control of my time and therefore my life. Being able to act spontaneously and follow which ever thought I have at any time is one of the  most enjoyable opportunities which my life offers me. 
Balance, Control and maybe an element of Fortune are what influence our happiness and I think I'm handling those all well. 

Sunday, 23 June 2013

Getting paid to zone out.

I awoke at 6:00am. I was a Sunday. By 6:30 I'd sprung out of bed and put on clean work clothes. By 6:45am I was unlocking my place of work and listening to the silence within. I stuck my headphones on straight away and set about listening to a film review podcast. I cranked my machine up and started running the sheets through. The hours passed and so did the routine of drinking coffee after coffee. Lunch time came around and I ate the pizza I'd taken with me from the night previous. I picked up my Jack Reacher novel 'Killing Floor' and set about reading the last half. Podcasts came and went as I put down the book for breaks through the day. The workplace almost didn't feel like work at all for the most part. Four pm came and went and six pm came and went too. Finally at 7pm I had a sudden rush of 'that's enough'. I shut everything down and locked up. I realised I'd shut down my mind for the day in some way to block out the fact that I was working on a Sunday. It's 8pm now and I'm home and showered. 
I've earned a good wedge of cash today and I've had a good sit and read. I finished the book. I finished a lot of podcasts and wasn't actually too put out that I'd lost a Sunday at all. 
I dedicated my day to my credit card and will pay that money earned off of it. 
A productive day all in all. I can switch into being very robotic when I need to. On the whole I can 'zone out'  on a whim if needed. I live my life with a poker face but that's only on the outer layer. But as I proved for the millionth time today, zoning out internally is another skill I'm proud of, and today I got paid for it. 

Saturday, 22 June 2013

Milkshakes and movies

My son and I watched Sky High in bed on the iPad and after his shower bath we played with figures in his room for hours. I'd agreed to go out for dinner with him to a place in Bingley called Great Shakes. We got Meal Deal which consisted of a hot dog and a milkshake. We chose a milkshake made from white chocolate malteasers which he basically poured in a blender with a mass of ice cream and milk. It was the best milkshake either my son or myself had ever had. It was a good half hour. Before we went to mine for more playing, we called at Fish People in Keighley where we looked at the fish for sale plus rabbit and Terrapins. Before we wanted time to run out, it had. I took him home and decided to drive around some backstreets near the cinema in order to locate a new 'any hour free parking' spot which I can utilise when needed. I found a small side of the road where the yellow lines seemingly stop and allow for me to park up. On the way I saw a crash on the slip road onto Canal Road where a you g woman had been driven into from behind by a large black jeep and she had got out and slapped on the car behind's door yelling something. I thought to myself "How are you going to swap details in an adult manner now?" She just made herself look a cunt. 

I'm now sat in the foyer of Cineworld about to see World War Z. I hope it's good. Tomorrow a long day of overtime beckons and more importantly......podcasts and reading.  

I'm rounding off my evening eating pizza and watching the excellent Seven Psychopaths. 

(You can keep up with my film chat on Facebook at Whitehouse Film Club)  

Friday, 21 June 2013

Fuckwits

I'm sat outside of my sons school 45 minutes earlier than him coming out. The neighbouring numbskulls have terrible music blaring out into the sunny afternoon. I hate people who inflict their tastes on society by way of noise. We have the one I'm experiencing right now from the open windows of idiots. But also there's the teens who walk around playing music out of their mobile phones with no idea that the sound quality is quite frankly abysmal. 
The third option is loud headphones on public transport. All the practicers of these methods are ALWAYS fuckwits. Fact. 

The sun seems to draw them out of the woodwork. 

I put a little overtime in and did some deliveries. I then decided to treat myself to a cheeseburger from McDonald's and the  a Picnic chocolate bar. It felt like a real treat and cost less than two pounds.  

Sometimes it's the little treasures which make you happy. 

Overtime and spending

Well I said on my blog that a I needed now was overtime and within the hour my boss said there's overtime of you want it. So I stayed back three and a half hours. Now it's Friday morning and I'm underway again with this wonderfully massive job which is going to fill my hours for a few weeks. A the cash raised will be paid onto my credit card. Good times. 
I got through a few podcast last night which made the whole working over experience a joy. Getting paid for listening to podcasts whilst working feels criminal but it doesn't affect my work. 
What I will see of the weekend will include my son and I playing Ninjango with lego and ourselves no doubt. I think this summer can be recorded as the best ever. No worries , no woman , no nonsense. 
I'm currently considering turning off my Sky HD part and just having Sky SD which means the £10 I'll save can be spent on an Rdio or Spotify subscription. I've always loved Sky but its sank in its importance with my Netflix, Lovefilm and Cineworld subscription hovering about too. If I turned Sky off completely I'd save £40 but I'd also miss having it. 
I guess a long as I'm not skint, then I should keep it going. But I've had to subscribe to Playstation Plus now since the PS4 online service demands it. It's all money right? It all counts. 

Thursday, 20 June 2013

Mid life dawns

I have reached a phase in my life where I'm very much in the middle of life. I've come from always being the kid or the youngest, to having younger on one side and older on the other. When I watch films from my youth, the people I identify with have changed. I'm 38. I'm a father and a son still. Not yet a grandad. So this is the middle third. It's scary in a way actually feeling like you're in new territory. I remember the comedy of finally being called a man by passing 'young' children' playing out or whatever. 
I guess I get to have twenty years of being muddle aged before the tide turns once more and I get readdressed as an elderly man. 
Nothing stops still. We are slowly dying right now. 
Why are you reading this? Go live your life!!!!! 

Metal plate happiness

The school run went without a hitch after my lad watched two episodes of Ninjango on the iPad in bed. He was ready to face the day. My machines air pipes lay in tatters still since last night when they blew under pressure. 
I fixed them in the first hour. Then I was allowed to try and source some metal printing plates rather than use our plastic ones for a massive run I have to print. Poly plates are only good for short runs. Cut a long story short, I'm currently running metal plates and my work life is a doddle. 
This is the life. Just stood watching my machine and freshly loading and unloading it here and there. 

I look forward to getting home and doing as I please. I feel I haven't completely been in on a night for a while without having to take care of someone or go out again. I had a good enough nights sleep last night to feel somewhat re energised. 
All I need now is some overtime and I'll be happier than ever. 

Wednesday, 19 June 2013

Blast from my past

Tired. So very, very tired. Last nights investigation was a long one to bring to a satisfactory conclusion. But we eventually settled the spirit down and helped him cross to the other side. Today is extremely muggy which means hot but without the sun. I have my son soon though. He had a fall at school which grazed half his face along the school yard. He got through it when I said he looked like two face. It's funny how kids brains work. 
I am looking forward to Sunday. It's my well earned lazy day. An early night tonight will practically be the start of my weekend and its only Wednesday. 

 There was a new iPod update for Facebook which brought to my attention 4 requests for my digital friendship. 3 of them I ignored and deleted. But 1 of them was a girl from my street who was part of the collection of 'friends' when growing from a child to a child-teen. So when she realises the 'add', a conversation may follow about the old days. Whether this happens or not, memories of my childhood have started jockeying for position. 
I guess i will get some new blogs out of it no matter what.  

Monday, 17 June 2013

Fathers Day weekend

I collected my son on Friday lunchtime from his home. He had had the day off from school after he had defeated a bug through rest. He was full of beans when I had him. We played with toys for hours and then shared playing original XBox Fantastic 4. The following day continued in the same vein until after lunch when he had to be taken home early. This was due to him coming back the next day for Fathers Day instead. So my Saturday afternoon was taken up with watching Man Of Steel which even at two and a half hours, seemed to have something missing. 
I collected my son the following mid morning and his little face was beaming as he presented me with Fathers Day cupcakes (outside his mums new partners house- which wasn't weird for me at all). 
I told my son that everyday was a happy Father's Day having him and he seemed happy with that. We made pancakes for dinner to use up some eggs we had and He also ate his sweets on the way home later, during which he gave me his last sweet which was shaped like a heart saying "I've saved this for you dad to show how much I love you" 
God, I nearly cried. 
He asked to watch Fellowship Of The Ring with me for some bizarre reason. This is odd because he's 5. 
Sunday evening I had three women come around for their Tarot cards read. They said I was upwards of 85% accurate and they were strangers to me. It was an interesting evening. 

We've been contacted again by our latest case in Riddlesden to go back with our ghost team (Pennine paranormal) as new activity has been reported. The trouble is that I suspect that the client is having themselves on to some degree. It's putting us in a difficult position but we've agreed to return this week and conduct our most thorough search and try communicate once more just incase she isn't wrong. 


I'm feeling a great pull inside to really play my hermit card. I just want to spend hours and hours at home with no real plans to speak of. Everything is going well for me and I want to draw into my shell and savour that feeling. I have some writing projects to concentrate on and I think I'd enjoy delving deeply into that writing. I feel a glow inside me. When alone, I'm happy (and with my son). 

Why is it that my son brings me infinitely more joy than anyone else? It's not like I have to even try and like him. He's just fucking perfect! 

Thursday, 13 June 2013

Bad day conquered

I had a disturbed nights sleep as my son woke with a crying noise about having a headache. He snoozed and whimpered and hugged me as I got in his bed with him till he fell asleep once more. I looked at his sleepy face in the pale light of the nightlight and saw my angel trying to fall back asleep. When morning came, we were both fighting tiredness but I dosed him up with medicine and got him to school just on time. My working day would have been shitty if I had allowed it to be. What actually happened was, I 'rolled with the punches' as this years mantra played in my ears. I seemed to take a full day on one side of a job as plates endlessly fucked up and three air pipes needed replacing. But i persevered and left work victorious, for now. A couple of hours passed in front if the TV and I picked up a member of PPS and then did a house investigation in Riddlesden which a wrote up of will end up on these pages soon ish. 
An interesting evening all in all but now it's time I caught up on my dozing. 
The weekend has landed once more and I hope it's a quiet one. 

Wednesday, 12 June 2013

Technology and Time.

The PS4 was unveiled at E3 2013 and with it came the news that to go online we would need to be a payed up member of Playstation Plus. Rather than moan about it-I jumped aboard. £3.50 ish a month and now I have cloud storage, beta levels and free full game downloads to hand. I have to say its pretty cool all in all. It would make more sense if I had a PS Vita. 
With games coming from my Lovefilm account and having borrowed some from a workmate, I now have games galore.
As if didn't have enough ways to waste time. 
Technology is really exciting at the moment. The look of IOS7 is going to change the face of my iPod touch and I look forward to I radio which is coming to iPhone etc. 

Time is the most precious thing now after your kids obviously. 

The Kryptonite Factor

Whilst my weekly dreams of still being married have slightly reduced to once every fortnight, my thoughts of 'what exactly went wrong' still force their way into my brain. There was a pivotal moment when all my family went to Wales for my mums 60th birthday. My wife, son and stepchildren all went to Llandudno for a while and whilst walking the lovely seaside area, my stepdaughter was talking to her mum about one day being married and how it's funny to contemplate. My wife whispered in her ear something which I took to be along the lines of "get somebody better than him" and my stepdaughter said aloud "ah mum that's dead tight! " 
I knew she felt like this since we'd had enough late night discussions about how I was a shit boyfriend blah blah blah. She wanted someone who poured cuddles and kisses over her and I just aren't like that. Never have been. 
But I was happy with my little family. Or content in the very least. Contentment was the stuff of fantasy in my life. My son was born and he radiated a joy out of me more and more as he grew. I guess this reduced the importance of my wife to forth place after the kids. 
Later... One Saturday early evening as I played some music to get us in the weekend spirit, she asked me to turn it off as it was 'doing her head in'. 
I think that was the moment that something broke inside me. So we couldn't even enjoy a weekend anymore? Fuck. What would come after that? 
Well I tried to stay out of her way more and more. Detours and slow drives home after work as I listened to music or podcasts, unnecessary trips to the local tip and extra car washes. Anything to keep out from under the 'Kryptonite Factor' which she did to me. 
On the other hand I would give my son my full attention and feel annoyed when she interrupted me with him. My son and I would spend hours in his bedroom. When he would go to bed it felt like I had fucking long hours until bedtime. Sat with someone who disliked you more than anyone else seemed to. 
I guess I was looking for an OUT from around then. Driving to work one morning while Marina And The Diamonds played "Are You Satisfied?" as if just for me. My mind was made up. My son was so young as to not know what was happening and I would create a world for us at my next home where the universe would orbit around us. My stepchildren were teens and spending more time in their respective rooms. I would still be there for them as they were like my own kids and of enough to understand that this happens. 

I gave up drinking so that I could be 'on call' for my son day and night. I see my step kids as often as fits with them including teaching my stepson drums weekly. 

I left my wife and rediscovered life. 

I owe her a massive thank you for the experience and given me my son who is perfection. 

But that is the last time I will try and have a relationship. 

Sometimes happiness can be found in the most unexpected of places. 


I've NEVER been this happy.  

Monday, 10 June 2013

Weekend in brief

The weekend took in a visit to Yorkshire Dales Ice Cream for a second time and this time my son negotiated the larger climbing area himself. He and I also did a lot of playing with Lego because he had bought some new venom lego. I also had my stepson over and we watched The Purge, all Dirty Sanchez series 3, Jackass 3.5 and Attack The Block. 
I had to cut our time short due to a supposed emergency with our ghost team. 
My colleague and I raced to a lady who believed she had a poltergeist in her home. I came away believing she had nothing but limescale and a series of Matrixing marks. But she wants us to conduct a seance anyway which we agreed to do in the hope of giving her some closure. 

I got time to finish the latest write up and do some more reading too which was relaxing and rewarding. I'm looking forward to seeing my son tonight as always. We are playing two player Fantastic 4 on my original XBox. It's great playing anything together with him. I just want to be a good dad.

Sunday, 9 June 2013

Private house investigation write up June 2013

A private house in the Keighley area called us in midweek with tales of caught evidence and a general fear of being alone in their home. I shall rename our client Terri and she was also joined by three of her friends. 
The team arrived and found the client to be quite frantic and as she tried to locate the evidence that was supposedly captured on webcam and audio. During our set up I discovered a home made ouija board and two white candles with six sided stars drawn on. Terri stated she didn't like ouija boards and would sit in the next room whilst her friends and us tried to make contact. But before that we asked for a rundown of the key evidence which had led to us being contacted. 
The spirit had been seen by various people in the from of a moving shadow which although was not fully detailed, could be identified as a male. Terri remembers seeing it next to the bathroom door first. Terri's female friend had seen it go right past her and had even said "If you are here now, please turn off the light"
The light had turned off on command. This had led to many vigils running recordings in the kitchen and reportedly capturing moving shadows, a spirit light and even the face of a child staring in through the kitchen balcony door. The balcony area obviously being too high for anyone to be there other than those invited. We asked if there had been any smells of moving of items. Terri noted that her keys would appear in strange places all over and this was odd because she would always leave them in the door so she knew where they were. 
I asked about this crudely fashioned ouija board and if it had been used by them. The existence of the paranormal paraphernalia was down to Terri's son who was keen to catch the spirit but had never actually used the board because in truth, he wasn't permitted to and also didn't really know what to do. 

We did a protection session for everyone in the residence and let Terri return to the lounge area. 
We have two K2 meters strategically placed at opposite corners of our ouija board and one of these meters also has a new meter next to it. Since It doesn't have an obvious name to identify it by, I'm going to call it the Gill meter (because it's Gill's). 
The K2 flickers next to the new meter but the Gill meter doesn't react even though through testing it ten minutes previously with a natural electrical field, we found it to be a sensitive piece of equipment. 
Mobiles and other forms of equipment affect our meters in unison when in close proximity to each other so when we see individual energy spikes (flickers), we are dealing with a probable different type of energy. 
Both K2's flash to RED which is the highest reading (Which in itself may mean a mobile, but the Gill meter is quiet).
Si feels compelled to sit in a wicker dining room chair which is contained in this room. He moves Sue especially so he can execute this feeling. I make a note of this just incase it becomes relevant. 
I lead the first table session without having my finger on the glass. I expect a slow build of energy and that's what we get. There is a slight, weak drag until it rests over YES, signifying that a spirit wishes to communicate. While we wait for a more responsive speed of movement, I explain various methods of communication at our disposal. The glass moves to F but we haven't asked a question yet. 
The friends of Terri tell us about some information which they got off their smartphone APPS and we tell them to disregard all this information. We have looked at most of these APPS and they DO NOT WORK, it's just fun!. 
Chris "Can I have your first name please?"
The glass moves to H and a mobile gets switched on, seemingly by itself (This isn't unusual but we can't vouch for the actions of others). The glass continues it's slide until it's over A and then G. (F-H-A-G)
Chris "Remember, you are spelling your first name " G 
After building up the glass energy, it spells more gibberish K-I-K-H
Si "Can you see all the people around the table?" YES
"Please go the correct number of people around the table" 5 (This is correct)
Si calibrates the spirit and the board by having the spirit show that it can correctly follow random instructions such as going to the letters asked for by Si. This also quashes any claims of dyslexia. 
Si "Can you spell cat for me, before we continue?" C-A-T

From the other room Terri is loudly cursing and sounding terribly spooked, so myself and Gill go to see what happened. So the session splits into two here. This is what Gill and myself find in the other room with Terri. Terri is up out of her chair and very teary. We ask her to tell us what has gone on and she that the laptop which she was searching through for the ghost clips on started 'playing up'. Terri actually describes the laptop searching nearby internet and having the fan come on with a whirr which startled her. This was when she put the laptop down and sat in a different arm chair. Upon looking up at the very large empty fish tank across the room, she noticed many children's hand prints on the outer glass. Now Terri assures us that she had cleaned the tank ready to sell on E Bay. I have to explain that firstly the laptop is supposed to systematically search for surrounding wifi signals and that the laptop's cooling fan will kick in when you sit with on your knee or the arm of an armchair for a while. Although Terri is sure the laptop has never done this before, I suggest that she has probably just never noticed it until now. The fish tank is inspected by us and it does indeed have hand print smears on the outside. Next to mine they also do look like children's. Terri says that it's been two weeks since any children have been here and that they couldn't have done the marks. At the end of the day I can't tell Terri whether she had cleaned the fish tank properly or not. But she is very jumpy and could easily be adding natural occurrences to any genuine paranormal ones. I'm unconvinced that there's anything out of the ordinary at this moment. We calm Terri down again and return without her to the ouija board room. 


So now I'll continue at the board from where Gill and I exited to see what had happened in the lounge. Sue continued my notes and my dictaphone was left running with the team. 
So after Si had made the spirit spell CAT. The letter G came up. 
Si "How old were you when you died?'" 35
"Was this your home?" YES
Sue "What year did you die?" 76
"1976?" YES 
Si "What one word describes what was special about that summer?" Si is alluding to the fact that it was a memorably hot summer. But for some reason the board spells T-H-E-P-I-N-I-K (The Pinik?) (There are suggestions that it may have meant The Picnic but that is joining the dots a little on our part, but is understandable)
Si "Did you die in the springtime?" NO
"The summertime?" NO
"The autumn?" YES 
"Describe in 3 letters or more, what was special about it" G-M-J-D (?)
Si tries something else. "Can you spell your first name please?" G-O-K-L
"Are you messing with us?" YES 
"Are you doing things to frighten people in here?" YES 
"Can you frighten me?" YES
"OK, I'll go and stand alone in the kitchen and if you can scare me then you can carry on frightening people in this house but if you don't scare me then you have to stop is that a deal?" YES
Si stands in the kitchen because this is believed by Terri to be the most active. 
This is where Gill and I actually rejoined the team from checking out the fish tank smears. 
Si returns from the kitchen reporting that nothing has happened to him. 
The board spells K-I-L-I-K-I-L (Was this an attempt to play the scare game? KILL, I KILL?)
and when asked for it's name the glass spells P-G-I 
Sue "Did you die in this building?" YES
"Was it an accident?' YES 
"Are you here most of the time?" YES 
"How many spirits are in this building including you?" 6   (The building is split into several actually) 
G-R-E-R-G 6-6-E-6-F
"Is there a spirit child in this flat?" YES 


Si calls a break for all. 



The team discusses the way forward with the case and agree that there is some evidence of a spirit here but it's being amped up by a higher than healthy obsession with it's existence by the residents and visitors of the home. The result being that Terri is frantic to a worrying degree and the power is all in the spirits court. 
Before we continue, we give some of the power back to Terri by giving her a crystal which is believed to absorb negative spirit energies. We also ask for all the focus to be taken off the spirit by allowing us to take and dispose of the homemade ouija board, candles and a spell sheet which has been constructed by Terri's son. We ask for all the APPS and recording sessions to be minimised too because it's probably fuelling whatever is here. Lastly, since Terri has decided to take part in the next ouija session of her own accord, we suggest that if the spirit doesn't give its name, then Terri must name it and therefore give it an identity in some small part so that she can feel some sense of control again. 


Our second session is being set up when Terri mentions that the wicker chair hat Si felt compelled to sit on was already here from the former occupants. Energies can stick to objects and be the crux of a haunting. It's certainly of some note that Si had mentioned it's importance earlier. 
Now Gill used to live around this location and actually had some knowledge of a family losing a young man when he lived here. We didn't disclose this information until later. 

When Si asks for movement on this session, It's much more energised. 
Si "Now you realise that you have been frightening people don't you?' YES.   The K2 sparkles to life. 
"Has this given you energy?" YES
"Is there any other way which you could get your energy?" L-A-U-G-H
"Laughing? Well maybe should try that instead."
"Can you see how you have upset some of the people who live here?" YES 
"Is there anything which we (the team) can do for you?" H-E-L-P
One K2 meter flickers and then the light show moves independently to the opposite K2 meter. Good evidence. 
We feel that we may have a stuck spirit wishing to be helped to move on. We have done this a few times already and although we do it blind, as none of us are Mediums per se, we have seen the results for ourselves. 
"Do you want to move on?" YES   
We have found that because we cannot see clairvoyantly onto that side that we need a second spirit moderator to help us with this 'Crossing Over'. 
Si "Is there any other spirit around to help us?" YES
'Please give your name" F-R-A-N-K. We know a Frank who follows Si around and he has often interrupted proceedings  in the past. But Terri also knows a Frank from her past. 
Si "Is this our Frank?" YES
"Prove it, What nickname did you used to call me?" T-E-M-P-L-A-R. This is correct, Frank used to call Si Simon Templar from the TV programme the Saint. 
"Hi Frank!, What is the stuck spirits name please?" B-E-N
Gill goes cold as she remembers the deceased lads name as being BEN from when she lived close. 
"How old was he when he died?" 34   Gill says that doesn't ring true unless it's referring to  how old the lad would have been if he was still alive but we didn't ask that so rule it out. 
"What year did you die?" 1998  Gill says that sounds right. 
Gill "Did Bens parents also own the shop downstairs?" YES 
We get another name crop up which is M-I-K-E. 
"Who was Mike?" U-N-C-L-E.
Si "So Mike was Bens uncle, is Mike over on your side Frank?" YES
  "Is Mike waiting for Ben?" YES
"Frank please allow Ben back to the board and facilitate from your end."
"OK Ben I need you to look around until you see a white light on your side" 
Si feels a draft on his hand all of a sudden. 
Then Terri does too. 
"Take the glass to the edge of the board in the direction of this white light" The glass moves to one edge. 
"Look into the light and you'll see someone you like and can trust Ben" A stronger draft is evident.   
"When you see them, take this glass to Yes" ..........YES. Si describes a big blast of air now. 
"Ben, shout to Mike and he will come and get you" The largest blast of air of the evening is felt by some around the board. 
"Walk towards Mike and take his hand" A K2 hit is seen and Terri is slightly emotional as others of us get goosebumps.

The glass moves to GOODBYE.'He's gone" Si says. 

We all breathe a sigh of relief and ask for Frank to come back to the table again.  

"Thanks for your help Frank, was it Ben who was the cause of this locations problems?" YES 
 "Has he gone now?" YES 
Are there going to be more problems here?" NO
"So people can here can sleep soundly in their beds?" YES 
"Will any other spirits cause problems here?"NO
"Frank, can you be around to help Terri if she feels that anything is here and she shouts you for help?" YES 
We close down. 



Ben desperately wanted to make himself known in an attempt to energise himself so that he could escape to the other side. But all he got was fear against him. Terri and friends did themselves little help by scaring themselves on top of genuine activity until every last thing that occurred was deemed paranormal. 
Hopefully, with Ben gone and some control regained alongside a better understanding, Terri can get on with her life in peace. 

I'd like to give a special thanks to all the team for pulling together and efficiently getting to the root of the problem and solving it. The team continues to grow as a unit and learns more each time. See you on the next one. 


Chris Whitehouse JUNE 2013.