As Harry died two years before my father was
born and with the family falling out, Harry was
rarely spoken about and due to the fact I was
only informed of the link a couple years ago,
way after the passing of my father’s mother
and father, I have no one to ask for any more
information which is extremely frustrating.
Had my father twigged that the person I was
researching as a child was Harry, he may have
realised sooner and therefore I could have
spoken with my Nan before she died.However it took the ITV remake of Harry’s
experience at Borley Rectory to jog his memory,
and in his words “my weird obsession finally
made sense, it must be in the genes” After
years of watching Most Haunted and Ghost
Adventures I finally turned eighteen and for my
birthday was given a ticket for a ghost hunting
event at a local hotel near to where I lived. The
catch was I was going on my own as no one
would come with me. My boyfriend at the time
dropped me off and I walked in not knowing a
soul. Thankfully I really enjoyed myself and got
talking to people. I don’t recall experiencing
anything, but I certainly wanted to go again.Throughout my childhood years I never
actually experienced anything paranormal. I
desperately wanted too but never did. Most
people tend to say their intrigue began with an
experience, I on the other hand have no idea
where mine originated. So, continuing on these
public investigations I hoped would bring me
the evidence I so desperately wanted. I was
very naive to begin with and when the
table would move during table tipping
or the planchette would start flying
around on the paper it was placed
upon, I was so excited. However very
quickly I began analysing the people
and how the experiments with various
pieces of equipment were conducted
and I saw a lot of either conscious
or subconscious movement from
the guests which was disheartening.
I continued to go in the hope I could
disappear by myself to gain some of
my own evidence but unfortunately
that wasn’t possible. The passion and
intrigue remained but my impatience grew.
Thankfully I was invited one evening to a private
investigation with the Cambridge Paranormal
Society at a local venue that my
stepfather was the manager of.This was the night I encountered my
first visual sighting of a spirit and
witnessed poltergeist type phenomena.
The phrase “you look like you’ve seen
a ghost” couldn’t have been more apt
from my stepfather when I emerged
from the cellar. I may have looked like
a bunny caught in headlights and been
frightened, but I was also extremely
excited! Unfortunately, my knowledge of
conducting investigations was based on
television programmes so I was not aware
of the risks involved. When I finally got my
own house aged nineteen, I would spend my
evenings calling out and taking pictures in
the hope of catching orbs. I had no reason to
think the house was haunted, I just wanted to“Throughout my childhood years I never actually
experienced anything paranormal. I desperately
wanted too but never did.”