Exorcisms, Seances, and Halloweenies03:26 Nov 06 2008
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First of all, BEHOLD MY PUMPKIN!! The first Jack-O-Lantern I've ever made, aww.
Anyway, I have had SO MUCH to write about lately that I've put off updating because of struggling to know where to begin. I think I'll begin with not last friday but the one before...
Young Terri and I were fortunate enough to have the opportunity to spend five hours (midnight till 5am) in the haunted South Bridge vaults with seventeen paranormal investigators.
The night was, without a shadow of a doubt, the stupidest thing I have ever seen.
Terri and I knew to be concerned right from the very beginning when they all began spraying eachother with Holy Water and saying prayers. They asked us if we would like some, to which I replied that I would probably burst into flames or melt.
They came carrying bibles, equipment to record voice phenomenon, electromagnetic fluctuation metres, aswell as things that went beep when a spirit walked past, and things to measure changes in temperature.
There were three mediums within the group, so we split up into three groups, and Terri and I were put with a medium each. The psychic I was with first was a little old lady named Margaret.
Within the first two and a half hours, this woman was possessed no fewer than five times. All she seemed to do really was walk around mysteriously, give little or no information more than a first name, and speak in a hiss-like voice. Her first supposed possession took place within the 'stone circle' room. There was another younger woman in the group with a clipboard who was writing down whatever Margaret said, and asked her questions. Anyway, this psychic was apparently possessed by the spirit of a woman named Sarah, who had been hanged by the neck. When asked to give a date of her death, she provided us with the year 1545. And that's oh, a good 240 years before the vaults were even built. Well done.
Her second possession happened only about ten minutes after 'Sarah' left her, and this time it was a man named 'John'. Now John was supposedly a nasty character, and refused to leave Margaret's body when requested to. That's when everything got even more ridiculous...
There was alot of shouting and ordering everyone into the stone circle room, and Gordon, the man in charge of the whole thing, comes storming into the room with Holy Water and bible at the ready. By this point little old Margaret was rolling around on the ground screaming and speaking in tongues. Then they performed this hugely dramatic exorcism, complete with the splashing of the Holy Water, thrusting of the bible, and the whole "By the power of Christ, I command you to leave this woman!!!" type thing. And there was me, holding up a candle only a few feet away, hardly daring to believe what I was watching.
The night only got worse as it progressed. Following this, my group decided to have a small seance in the next door vault. Not seeing the harm in it I decided to join in. So we all held hands, and Margaret began to summon up a spirit. The group was predominantly composed of women, and soon enough, some of the girls in the circle began saying, "Oh something grabbed my back! Something pulled my hair!" until all of them complained of the same feeling. Margaret said that something was walking around the circle and seemed to be skipping the men, then said to me, "It seems to be going for the women, you might feel something in a second Freyja". And so a few minutes passed, then I was asked, "So have you felt anything?" to which I replied, "....Nope". I humoured them by saying I could see a figure walking around our circle. Shortly after this I witnessed yet another possession, this time it was Gordon, but it was just too funny because he affected a voice that sounded strikingly like Smegol from Lord of the Rings.
I took Margaret and the group into the first vault. She said she could sense the spirit of a woman. The night before infact, I had been in the vaults with two reknowned American psychics, and one had said she had picked up on the ghost of a woman named Maude. So anyway Margaret was having difficulty determining the woman's name, Muriel, Mabel, Mmm...
So I kindly offered her the name Maude. Surprisingly, less than a minute later, she was possessed (round four at this point) by someone called Maude. I reckon I could have pulled any name out of the air and she would have said that instead.
The night ended in a big climax that took the form of a huge seance involving all seventeen of them within the infamous 'haunted vault', where most of our weird paranormal attacks happen. Terri and I opted to pass on this and decided to sit in the corridor and watch through the door. This went on for an hour. There were the usual possessions, exorcisms, and prayers of course. This vault is pitch black, the only light was a candle and a torch or two, so it was quite hard to see. They set up a small table in the centre of their circle, and appeared to be doing some sort of Ouija board thing with a glass upon it, except that they had no actual Ouija board. But ooh, the glass just spun around and around then flew off the table. Then there were four of them with their hands on the table, asking the entity within the vault to lift the table off the ground and show it's power. The table rocked, it wobbled, tilted to one side, leaned on three legs, spun around, jumped across the room, and all of this was of course very convincing especially when four of them had their hands on the thing. I was not going to be impressed until that table levitated off the floor and ricocheted off the ceiling, but believe it or not, that never happened. It was so unbelievably fucking ridiculous. I've become such a cynical non-believer since working here, because I keep encountering nutters like this.
So that was my friday night, how was your's?
As for Halloween, I dressed as myself which still managed to frighten plenty of people. I was jumping out all night which meant I was working till 1.30am, screaming at the end of every tour then herding all the people out. Every tour was huge and there were thirteen of them as opposed to the usual six. It was kinda fun and went quite smoothly considering, but by the end of it my throat was fairly fucked; it felt like I'd ruptured something and I was spitting out acid yellow poisonous toxic looking liquid. Paddy and I had made pumpkins, mine being the evil one above, and his one was so super cute, so I stuck them in the vaults. Well I think that's enough of an update for now, I have to be up in a few hours. So until next time, cheerio!
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