“I’ve got to record it.”
THE NIGHT WHEN
EVERYTHING CHANGED
30 EAST DRIVE, PONTEFRACT
I
quickly made my way upstairs and
placed a Tascam voice recorder in
the centre of bedroom from which,
moments earlier, repeated loud knocks
were emanating. I wasn’t remotely
worried or apprehensive about going in.
I just wanted to get in, set the recorder
down, and get out. No calling out. No
spirit boxes. There was no need. It was
happening.I had no idea what to expect but as far
as I was concerned, I just wanted it to
continue. I knew that such activity was
incredibly rare and quite frankly, I didn’t
want it to stop. Not until we had it on a
voice recorder.I made my way downstairs, back into
the kitchen where Dale Makin, my fellow
investigator from Paranormal Truth,
and our invited guests were still stood
standing, not quite believing what was
going on.Less than fifteen minutes before, our
female guests had been sat in a circle,
conducting a séance, calling out as many
regularly do each week, trying to entice
some form of spirit activity to occur. They
reported a distinct chill around them,
and one particular guest felt she was
becoming a focus. She reported feeling
a hand grip her arm. At that moment,
they decided on a new tactic. WhateverB y
Justin Cowell, Paranormal Investigator
Paranormal Truth‘it’ was, they would ignore it. The ladies
joined the rest of the group downstairs
and made a conscious effort not to
discuss what had occurred, to have a
break and to chat about other matters
entirely.Evidently, ‘it’ did not like to
be ignored.With nobody upstairs and everyone
accounted for, a series of loud knocks
began directly above our heads. The
knocks were clearly coming from ‘Philip’s
room’, one of three bedrooms in the
semi- detached property and most
importantly, from the room furthest
away from the adjoining property.
Whatever was causing the knocks to
occur, it was clearly not being made
by Carol Fieldhouse, the next-door
neighbour.