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Get your TV’s tuned in, your voice recorders charged and your ghost hunting head on. Our TV A to Z has taken us into the world of the paranormal! Spookies!

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‘”Paranormal Lockdown” brings together seasoned ghost hunters Nick Groff and Katrina Weidman for round-the-clock, multi-day investigations that have never been conducted before on a paranormal TV series. For 72 hours straight, the hosts live with the dead in some of America’s most haunted places, from the creepy Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum in West Virginia to the foreboding Franklin Castle in Cleveland. Groff and Weidman believe that the longer they stay, the more the spirits will communicate with them and the more information they can gather about the unknown.’ – IMDB

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A Childhood Bedroom


After my blog post about if Ghosts were real, I had a few friends show an interest and ask me what happened in my bedroom when I was a child. So, I thought I’d dedicate a post to it.

Now, I am not saying if ghosts do or do not exist beside us, but please bear in mind that my childhood could have been better (Could have been far worse though) my bedroom witnessed my tears, every childhood to adolescent tear shed from bullying in school, it witnessed every heart break, every ounce of grief and loss, every break down and the day I lost my virginity as a result of a boyfriend who couldn’t take no for an answer. Besides all this, it witnessed my smiles, my pride and my laughter … it was a room witness to many a mood, and that could have quite easily been fuel for my imagination, entirely psychological.

My room always felt cold to me, even when putting on the mini petrol heater for hours on end. The room never got warm.

I always felt watched, I always felt someone/something was in my face or stood behind me.

I suffered nightly from nightmares and night terrors. I would wake in a shaken panic to see a shadow of a large man (seemingly larger than my brother and dad) wondering around my room, I could never see features, he was just a darkness, his own kind of darkness. I’d muster up all the courage I had to run out of the room, only to get to the top of the stairs (directly to the right of my door) and feel pulled back, restrained. I couldn’t move, and if I could I’d feel I was being pulled back up the stairs. I never saw anything holding me. Now this is highly possible it was just me being too scared of my own imagination to move! Every morning I’d ask if anyone was in my room that night and every morning my parents and brother would always say no.

There was once a little old woman, frail and ill looking sat in the corner of my room. Broad daylight and I hadn’t been asleep, she was watching me. But she kind of disappeared when I blinked never to be seen again. I somehow managed to get it into my head she was a guardian angel, she’d come to check on me… This was one of my darkest days, my boyfriend had just left after forcing himself on me. Happy 16th Birthday me!

I once came home from school after yet another day of torment from the bullies, I’d suffered from taunting all day and had angel delight smeared in my hair at lunch. I ran to my room, sat on the end of my bed and cried knowing full well the teachers wouldn’t do anything more In the corner of my eye was a mirror, I saw myself in there and something else, tall and extremely skinny bent over me almost at a 90 degree angle. They didn’t stick around either. I didn’t feel fear or threat … in fact I felt nothing, even the sadness of the day had gone. I was numb.

When I was about 10 years old I had a barbie bathroom set, it had a big plastic mirror as the back panel. One night it was illuminated as though a light was shining on it. There was no light source that I could find and the curtains were closed.

When I was even younger, I remember watching a screwed up ball of paper fly at speed from one side of the room to the other. I couldn’t find it in the morning though so could have been a vivid dream!

So there we go… my slightly odd childhood bedroom or maybe brain!

Thanks for reading!




30 Day Challenge, post 16 —If we assume ghosts are real, what type of ghost would you like to see?

Ghosts are something that have always held my interest, I’m not sure I believe or not. I’m not sure if my experiences are as a result of an over active imagination, night terrors or maybe, actually something.

When my dad was little he was very poorly with a chest infection, a con caved chest and asthma, he’d gone to bed early and woken up to a little old woman sat at the foot of his bed. He’d never seen her before, he wasn’t frightened, he said he felt safe and as if he was being watched over. Now any normal person would say it was as a result of a brain not receiving enough oxygen and as a result causing visual hallucinations. However, when his mum came into check on him. Dad explained that a woman had sat with him while she was gone and watched him fall asleep. Grandma, as any caring mother would got a bit panicky, someone was in the house! She asked dad to describe the lady… he perfectly described his grandma, whom he’d never met.

My bedroom at my parents house was always an uncomfortable place for me, I didn’t feel particularly threatened, just watched and it frightened me day and night. I once came home from a rough day at school, another day taunted by the bullies, I had run to my room, sat on the end of my bed and cried, gut wrenching sobs. At the foot of my bed was my wardrobe, it had double doors in the middle with full length mirrors. I looked up from my hands and to my right, from the corner of my eye I could see someone in front of me, leaning over me, looking down at me and yet there was no one stood in front of me in the room. It disappeared after a few blinks. I am aware this could have been hallucinations brought on by stress or heightened emotions, but then again, could have been whatever made my room feel so scary. Guess I’ll never know. That wasn’t the only thing to happen in that room.

If I could choose a spirit to visit me, I’d ask for my Grandma Mac to drop by once in a while, just so I can remind her I love her, and never forgot her, so I can thank her for those extra bright childhood days she was a part of. Every day I miss her.