The Peaches Geldof Ghost hand mystery

Peaches Geldof Ghost hand Picture
Peaches Geldof Ghost hand Picture

What was behind the picture taken before Peaches Geldofs tragic death?

The world was saddened by the sudden death of Peaches Geldof; writer and T.V presenter who died by taking a fatal dose of heroin, just 25, on April 7th 2014.

The 25 year old was Daughter of Boom town rat’s front man and the co- creator of live aid, Bob Geldof and T.V presenter Paula Yates. The family sadly have experienced tragedy before when TV presenter Yates died of a drug overdose in September 2000. In September 2012 Geldof said Peaches’ had not been able to come to terms with her mother’s death for several years.

Peach’s body was found on 7 April 2014  at the home she shared with her husband, musician Thomas Cohen and their Children, Astala, 23 months, and 11-month-old Phaedra, in Wrotham, Kent. Geldof was found dead in a spare bedroom surrounded by all the paraphernalia of heroin abuse. She appeared to have taken a massive dose after two years of battling her addiction to the deadly drug.

There is one mystery that may never be solved that involved Peaches’ famed ghost hand Instagram which she claims was not a publicity stunt, despite allegations from various sources, that she posted early in that year.

Peaches Geldof claims a mysterious hand which appeared in a selfie she took belongs to a ghost. She snapped the picture of herself with son Astala in the bathroom of her Kent home. But when she looked at the photo she noticed the ghostly hand by the side of her head and posted it on Instagram saying: “Close up shot of the mystery ghost hand in pic I took of Astala and me In the bath!!”

“And no that isn’t my hand- one of mine was round his waist to hold him during the photo, the other holding the camera to take the shot.”

Peaches Geldof Ghost hand Picture

Peaches Geldof Ghost hand Picture

She later posted that she had, had to leave the door of her room ajar in order to let some light “in case the ghost comes back.”

Geldof said she had checked the council’s back catalogue and found out the 1920s building had been built by a wealthy man and his wife, who was pregnant at the time. She said the woman had given birth to a stillborn baby and that she was so grief-stricken she had gone mad and drowned herself in the bath. Geldof said she thought she had found a picture of the woman who killed herself

She said: “Do you think that she is the ghost?? Seems like it seeing as I saw the ghost in the bath tub! Terrifying!!!!!!!”

She said, however, that the “presence” she felt in the house was “friendly” and “rather maternal”

She said: “Maybe she is just making her presence known because she loves having the babies around????? I hope so!!!!”

The full extent of Peaches Geldof’s addiction to heroin was revealed  at the inquest into her death. The mother-of-two lied to her husband and hid the drug in the loft of her family home during the months before she died, it was disclosed.

In a bedroom cupboard, police found a £500 bag of heroin with a high purity level of 61 per cent — three times the normal concentration of street drugs. Returning a verdict of a drug-related death, north-west Kent coroner Roger Hatch said the years Geldof spent overcoming her addiction lowered her tolerance to the drug. What was previously a normal dosage for her turned out to be a fatal overdose.

Will we ever know the truth behind the Ghost hand picture? Was it merely a fantasy played out as part of a her drug addicted mind or a hoax to gain attention? Peaches claimed it was real but sadly her tragic death may make this one of the most intriguing and compelling ghost photographs of the 21st century. Please leave your views in the comments section on what you think was behind this mystery. Your views and opinions are very much appreciated.

Regardless of the cause the world had lost a very talented and vibrant soul and our sympathies go out to the Family, friends and fans.

This report was compiled by the Paranormal Chronicles through various media sources.

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Paranormal activity captured in Haverfordwest?

Is this is a paranormal occurrence or does it have a plausible explanation? Picture taken and used by with permission from Kathryn Ashworth.
Is this is a paranormal occurrence or does it have a plausible explanation? Picture taken and used by with permission from Kathryn Ashworth.

Pembrokeshire lady photographs strange anomaly at St Thomas Church, Haverfordwest.

Regular visitors to this site will know that St Thomas Church in Haverfordwest is prone to some quite unusual paranormal activity. It has been home to some bizarre encounters with a strange entity named the Owl man and is near the route of a purported ghostly monk.

Kathryn Ashworth braved the cold and the dark to capture this interesting and compelling photograph. Taken on Monday 29th December 2014 at approx 8pm. The Photograph shows a thick like mist emerging from old and weathered grave stones at the grave yard of St Thomas. Does it have a plausible explanation or has she captured a paranormal manifestation? What do you think?  If you have had a similar experience or have an explanation then please contact us at We Thank Kathryn for her photograph and for her permission to publish it. The mystery and intrigue of this old part of Haverfordwest has intensified and we ask that anyone that goes in search of this paranormal adventure to please keep respectful of the property and to please keep safe.

We shall bring more information on this photograph and the location as we have it and we have covered the area in depth before so please read on for more on this mysterious part of Haverfordwest. The Paranormal Chronicles are always proud to report on the Paranormal intrigue in Pembrokeshire.

The Owl man of Haverfordwest

It’s not all ghosts, hauntings and UFO sightings at The Paranormal Chronicles. Occasionally a bizarre case will come our way but has just enough plausibility that we are obligated to investigate. I had heard about this strange creature when I was growing up but it had become forgotten and lost and when the subject re-emerged a few months ago then I just had to take a closer look.

When I was around eleven years old I had started to get interested in the paranormal and at this time there was an old drunk that lived near me. He was a former crew member on a merchant navy ship but a kindly enough man. He was a character to say the least with every other word a colorful metaphor and he seemed perpetually attached to a tankard of his home brew. One summer he told me that around twenty years previously (This would have been the mid 1960’s) that he was walking (drunk of course) through the St Thomas Church yard in Haverfordwest one night on his way to another pub when he was frightened out of his wits by a “Giant owl” that flew from a tree above him and landed in front of him. He claimed the owl creature was about 6 feet tall had the legs of a man, the wings of a bird and a round face made up of white hair and feathers with a protruding nose not a beak.

The fellow said that he sobered up quickly and ran as fast as could and when he found safety in the pub he found nothing but ridicule and jokes at his expense apart from an elderly man who claimed that he had seen the Owl man around 10 years previously which had frightened him early one morning while the town was still slumbering before the start of a new day.

I quizzed my drunken man for further information but that was all he could re-cant, he said one minute he was drunk the next he was running for his life. Now, obviously  as excited as I was by this tale I had colossal amounts of doubts as the man was in fact inebriated most of the time however to his credit this was the only time he ever shared a story of its ilk as they usually consisted of him rambling on about his navy days.

That Character sadly died a few years later due to alcohol related illness and with him the Owl man and as I moved on in life, the story was filed away deep in my mind. That was until recently.


St Thomas Church Yard. Pic G L Davies

A young couple were walking through St Thomas’s on their way to the Haverfordwest town centre in early November, 2013. To help set the scene, St Thomas’s is a church that has stood proud above Haverfordwest for over quarter of millennia and serves the local parish. Today it is surrounded by broken graves and rusted spiked railings with tall dark tree’s towering above. A lane runs along the grave yard and the backs of the old houses of Goat Street. In the grey light of winter it is the epitome of a Gothic setting.

They claimed that a large man or creature covered in feathers had jumped down from one of the trees and ran through the church yard at St Thomas’s.

They were frightened and they ran off down Goat Street and to the bottom of the high street. The young man returned with a friend a short time after to see if he could take a picture of the creature but to no avail. The girl spoke to some friends who had said they had listened to the live paranormal investigation I had conducted for Halloween which was broadcast on 102.5 Radio Pembrokeshire and I was soon messaged by herself on Facebook regarding the incident.

St Thomas's. Haverfordest. Pic: G L Davies

PIC: G L Davies

The girl shall remain anonymous until a time she feels more comfortable as she is well known at a local retailers and does not wish to be harassed or ridiculed however she has very kindly allowed me to publish her account in an attempt to see if anyone who reads this may have some information on the night’s events.

GLD:  So tell me in as much detail as you can what you saw that evening.

Witness:  We had just come from the cinema, it was around 10pm and we were to walk into town for a few drinks and meet up with friends as I was off the day after (Sunday). We walked the small road that leads to St Thomas’s and then the lane that runs through next to the railing and the church yard. It had a street light and I’ve walked it a few times and never felt threatened or anything. We were half way down, with the tree’s hanging above us and I heard this rustling and this thing fell and landed on the ground behind the railing. It was like a giant bird.

GLD:  When this thing fell did it land upright or did it land crouched?

Witness: It landed crouched and then it stood up, stretched its wings and then ran off across the yard. I screamed and we ran.

GLD: Did it make any noise that you can recall?

Witness: We heard the rustling and it did make an Urrggh noise when it landed and then it ran off.

GLD: What colour was the creature?

Witness: It was dark but of what I recall it had white and grey feathers but mainly white.

GLD: Recall as much as you can, I really need you to be there. I need you to be back in that moment, O.K.?  I need you to remember how you felt, was it cold after leaving the cinema, can you smell the tree’s and vegetation as you walk past them. Are you excited to be going into town? Bring yourself back to the moment.

Witness: It’s cold, we leave the cinema from the side entrance and people are heading off in every direction, some are laughing and chatting, a few cars pass us and we walk up towards the leisure centre, then we cross the road and walk left up that small street towards St Thomas’s and walk past the main gate. Some of the houses in the small street have the lights on. They look cosy. It’s cold outside. We are walking down the path and Dave (Boyfriend) has his arm around me and I’m excited to have a drink and get to the Friars (Pub) then I hear this rustling and this thing drops from a tall dark tree. It’s just a blur of white. It looks small, when it lands and then stands up. It’s the size of a man, tall really tall, it has its back to us and it stretches its wings and it’s covered in white and grey feathers. It looks huge. It then runs with its wings outstretched we don’t see its face or anything else and we ran. I didn’t see where it went too.

GLD: Recall where the feathers came to; were they just on its arms, wings, and back or all the way down to its feet?

Witness: No, the feathers came to say the back of its knee’s and then its legs were just grey.

GLD: Skinny legs like a bird or thicker like a man’s.

Witness: I’m not sure, it happened so quickly. Thick I think, not twig skinny.

GLD: Did you see its feet? Recall, think hard did it have talons like a bird or feet like a man or something else?

Witness: I can’t honestly remember.

GLD: Owls populate the area could it have been an owl; would you recognize an Owl or other large bird?

Witness: A man brought one into school once and it was massive but this one was huge, it was taller than my boyfriend and he is around six foot.

GLD: What did your boyfriend say when he and his friends came back?

Witness: He said they walked the path again and looked but could not see anything at all. My friend said it might be a swan but this was big, really big.

GLD: Would you say it could have been a man dressed up?

Witness: Yeah but why? He would have to hide in a tree in the middle of now where and then drop out of a tree. You could hurt yourself for a start. Everyone thinks I’m making it up but we did see something in the graveyard.

I explain to her that this is not the first time I have heard this story to which she was relieved. I told her about an incident in the 1950’s and the 1960’s and she asked if I ever find any further information to please let her know.


Pic: G L Davies

Did Haverfordwest have its own Mothman type Creature? (Mothman is a legendary creature reportedly seen in thePoint Pleasant area of West Virginia from 15 November 1966 to 15 December 1967. The first newspaper report was published in the Point Pleasant Register dated 16 November 1966, titled “Couples See Man-Sized Bird…Creature…Something”. Mothman was introduced to a wider audience by Gray Barker in 1970, later popularized by John Keel in his 1975 book The Mothman Prophecies, claiming that Mothman was related to a wide array of supernaturalevents in the area and the collapse of the Silver Bridge. The 2002 film The Mothman Prophecies, starring Richard Gere, was based on Keel’s book- Wikipedia)

Or were perhaps local residents creating this creature to harass and scare for their own amusement or some other motive?

I began delving through local parish records and looking at the census reports from the time the Church was built to Current times to see if they were any clues, anything of significance that could be attached to the sightings. In a newspaper clipping from 1963 it stated that some pedestrians using the side lane along St Thomas’s had been startled by a man in strange garb that had leapt out at them making strange sounds. Surely this was our Owl man? I now had 4 potential sightings stretched over a 50 year period, one recorded in the local paper and recent account just months old.

My immediate reaction was that this was no paranormal creature, nothing to get the cryptozoologist excited about. This was, I believed, a man and for whatever purpose was dressing up as a bird and frightening unsuspecting passers-by at St Thomas’s. The clues were that the creature crouched and make a “Uggh” noise when it landed just as a person would if it fell or leapt from any great height, that when it’s wings were spread that it had man sized grey legs and it ran off immediately not giving anyone a detailed look at its features. This person liked the thrill and the element of terror he imposed on the unsuspecting plus he liked his anonymity as surely after 50 years someone would know who he  was. Now he was either very old and had come out of retirement a few days after Halloween 2013 despite perhaps being in his 70’s or 80’s or someone had taken up his mantle. This was now my main focus to find out who was doing this and why.

After some interviewing some locals I was informed that a lady that had lived in the area for over 50 years was still a resident in the area. I had to speak to her as surely she would have heard of this strange occurrence.

Mrs Thomas (You get used to such coincidences) was a widow in her late 70’s and had lived in the area for over 50 years and was delighted to speak to me. She offered me in and we sat in front of her fire with tea and biscuits and I explained what I was investigating and how I had come to be speaking to her. She sat back in her chair and she began to chuckle. This is what she told me.

When I was about 20, maybe younger, it was after the War, I remember that much and it wasn’t like it was today as a lot of the courting we did was done quietly and out of the way and we used to go to St Thomas’s. We used to dare each other to go in and see if ghosts would get us and some of the boys, well, they were only after one thing. Now I remember this one lad and he had some kind of slowness, I think today it would be said that he had learning difficulties. He had a child’s mind but he was older than us maybe mid-thirties and he would follow people up there at night. I think he was just lonely and wanted attention but now and then he would jump out and scare people. I think his name was Harry or something like that. I felt he was harmless enough; never hurt us or anything like that. He just made us jump all the time and make this weird laughing noise and run off. Now one night he jumped down at us, making bird noises and such and he had this big cloak on with feathers and string tied to it and it gave us quite a fright but it was Harry. Now as the years went on I’m sure he kept at it as now and again you would here of the Owl man or a bird man at the Church yard but it was Harry. I had forgotten about it till now.

I asked Mrs Thomas if Harry was alive if he could be contacted and she said that Harry had been dead thirty years or more. I pursued the matter asking her if someone could possibly have continued his ritual of scaring people and she was adamant that no one could have. Harry was almost hermit like and occasionally he would be seen in the town in later years with his long white hair and beard but kept himself to himself but he had no family and no real friends that she knew about.


Pic G L Davies

Perhaps Harry’s exploits have inspired someone to continue with the Owl man shenanigans, maybe a neighbor or a rare friend of his inherited his feathered cloak and the idea or as Mrs Thomas said: Maybe It’s Harry’s Ghost, still haunting the grounds of St Thomas’s to give a scare and a fright to unsuspecting town folk as they pass through in the night.

As an investigator you can never have a clear cut opinion on what you are going to investigate. As one door closes another one opens and just when you think you have all the answers, the paranormal world changes all the questions.

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The Ghost Sex Phenomena: Fact or Fiction? (Adult material)


WARNING: This article contains a descriptive and graphic account of an alleged paranormal sexual violation. This may not be to everyones taste and the Paranormal Chronicles advises due caution.

The Ghost sex phenomena has taken the world by storm with new reports emerging everyday from around the world from those claiming they have been sexually abused by paranormal visitors. The media have inevitably jumped on the band wagon due to the huge interest it musters and for those of you that are familiar with the Entity case are well aware of how harrowing these reports can be. The question that we need to ask is could such a thing exist?

World wide bestselling GHOST SEX: THE VIOLATION attempted to answer this question by documenting the very graphic account of one Pembrokeshire woman’s diabolical abuse. The account polarized readers with some calling it pornographic sensationalism while others called it brutal, chilling and possibly the most terrifying haunting the U.K has ever seen. Now you can decide with this extract from the account and lend your opinion in our Paranormal Poll at the end of this article and for the more cynical of you that believe this is just an device to sell more books then they will be thrilled to read that the book is free to download to all Amazon Kindle Prime members. The Paranormal Chronicles wants YOUR opinions. Is this a psychological issue perhaps stemming from sleep paralysis or sexsomnia or could a terrifying metaphysical visitor such as an Incubus be held accountable.

The account is from an ordinary, hard working single mother from Pembroke Dock. Lisa (All names have been changed) has only asked that her account is treated with respect as she has only wished to make sense of her terrifying ordeal. Her account is frank and detailed and once again we ask you to reconsider reading any further if you are from a more conservative persuasion. Please like our page and join us on Facebook at:

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LISA: About two months after Leon left me I went out on a work night out with some of the Girls. They are fabulous. They tried so hard to cheer me up but I had that sadness within and I wasn’t interested in finding another man or having a one night stand. I sat most of the night watching them dance and flirt and they beckoned me over wanting me to join in but I sat there and drank. One of my friends found me in the toilet crying and she just hugged me and said a good dance would help. I went on the dance floor and just stood there bawling as everyone danced around me. I must have looked a right state. The girls wanted to get a minibus to Haverfordwest as there were a few night clubs there but I just was too sad to go and I felt I was just bringing everyone down. I just wanted to go home. Tyler was about sixteen at this time and he was at a mates or a girl’s house. He had a girlfriend around this time. I can’t remember her name. I don’t think they lasted long. I just hoped he didn’t get her knocked up like me and his Dad had. Not that I begrudged Tyler at all, he was my life, and I just wanted him to live a little before he settled down.

Tyler spent more and more time away, given some of the things that had happened in the house I couldn’t blame him, but I wanted the company. Sometimes it’s just nice to know that there is someone else in the house with you. They don’t even have to be in the same room, but it is comforting knowing they are there. I just felt the need to go home, after all, I had drank quite a bit and some fat sweaty man had been trying it on with me, that depressed me even more, thinking that only a fat sweaty man would be interested in me! Back then I had a great figure, when I made the effort I looked good, I definitely didn’t need the attention of some overweight drunk. I was always confident in how I looked, just not confident with how to talk to men. I think you can understand why that is. They all have a habit of just disappearing out of my life with no warning. Leon did all the work in the early days, he did all the flirting, chatting and chasing. I liked it as he made it easy for me. I guess I am shy.

I got home and was relieved; it was a big step going out for the first time after he left. It can go one of two ways; either you’re a miserable mess reeking of Bensons and heartache or you become a dancing, drinking, pulling machine. Well that’s what I’ve noticed in myself anyway. That night I was utterly depressed, home was a familiar and welcoming place to be, even if I was home alone.

I took off my heels and tights and pulled my dress off over my head. I sat in the living room in just my bra and knickers, drank a pint of water and smoked a cigarette. The curtains were closed, I think it was about eleven thirty, perhaps twelve, I was shattered. I stood up, turned off the living room light and went into the hallway, as I was about to turn the landing light on, I could have sworn that I saw someone stood on the landing. It looked like a figure of a man. Just briefly in the corner of my eye. I thought it might have been Tyler, maybe he had fallen out with his girlfriend or something and had come home. I shouted up for Tyler, but no reply, I turned on the light and there was nobody there. I was drunk and tired and just wanted a pee, brush my teeth and fall into bed. There was no one on the landing, I checked Tyler’s room and he was not there.

I sat on the loo brushing my teeth when I suddenly went deathly cold. A chill spread all over my body, like a freezing cold draught. I just told myself to ignore it, push it away and the feeling will go away. I was past caring to be honest. Ghosts or no ghosts I had a terrible night on the town and an awful couple of months with Leon abandoning me. The feeling quickly passed so I thought see, nothing and I literally fell into bed. I unhooked my bra and flung it across the room, turned off the light and fell asleep.

I woke in the night all confused and disorientated. You know when you don’t know where you are, or what time it is and I think I had been dreaming of Leon. I noticed that I was wet between the legs. I was warm and wet and thought I must have been having a wet dream but then I realized then something was flicking against my clit. Something wet but freezing cold. I panicked and thought that someone was in the house. This wasn’t a dream. I could not move, I could not move a muscle and there was a rushing sound in my ears. I couldn’t scream, I couldn’t turn my head, I couldn’t do anything.

I was convinced that there was someone giving me oral sex, lapping, I thought that maybe I had been spiked and that someone had followed me home and broken in and was now raping me. I was terrified. I was paralysed. I could not even scream. I felt a cold finger push itself inside me, like a man’s finger, it was inside me not rough but gentle and it slid in and out of me in a gentle motion all the while I was being licked. It wasn’t forceful but it was freezing cold and that was uncomfortable in itself, I could not see obviously as it was dark and I was frozen but that is what it felt like. I couldn’t feel a head or the shoulders of a person between my legs, or someone lying on me, or close to me. The fingering and the licking stopped and for this I was so thankful. I tried to sit up, to kick and lash out, but still I was paralysed. I just lay there motionless. I couldn’t even cry and I had thoughts of Tyler coming in and seeing his mum being raped. How awful that would be for him. I just prayed that whatever drugs were used on me would wear off or that whoever was doing this would get up and leave. Maybe panic that they were taking too long and leave. I thought as soon as they are gone that I would call the police, call my mum, and just get help from anyone. Over and over in my mind I hoped that Leon would miss me and turn up and rescue me.

I felt icy breath close to my skin moving up my body and then I felt a cold kiss on my nipple. There was a cold tongue, icy lips and breath on my tit and it just suckled on my right breast for what felt like an eternity. There was no arousing sensation like when you have sex, it was so bitterly cold. There was no pressure on me, no weight of a person, just this cold icy breath moving across my body.  The cold breath made its way up to my mouth, the cold air touched my lips, filled my mouth and lungs and I felt something penetrate inside my vagina. A cold icy penis, big and hard, throbbing, thrusting and pushing while cold air filled my mouth and air rushed in my ears. It went on forever, deep penetrating thrusts. I feel so ashamed but I started to orgasm, I could feel my vagina clasping onto it even though I was numb down there with the cold and then the head of it swelled and just when I thought I was about to cum everything stopped. Everything just stopped; from the feeling of cold air in my mouth, the rushing air in my ears, the feeling of a penis inside me. Everything just stopped. I reached for the light, turned it on and lept out of bed. I actually fell out of bed as I was tangled up in the duvet, I lay on the floor in a heap and looked around the room. The bedroom door was shut tight and I could not see anyone under the bed from where I was. I was wrapped up in the duvet and the bed was empty. My heart was racing and pounding in my ears. I found the courage to stand up and check the room. Nothing was there. I even checked the wardrobe and the bedroom windows but they were locked from the inside. There was no one in the room.

I grabbed the hammer from under the bed and I ran on to the landing, I was actually shouting. I think I shouted things like, How fucking dare you touch me and I’ll kill you, I’ll kill you if you touch me again. I was furious. I checked the house and the doors were locked, Tyler was not in his room, not at home. In the living room is a big mirror as you can see and I just stood starring at it. I was naked but my knickers were still on as they were when I went to bed, I felt myself down there, I was numb and wet. I felt like I’d had sex. I sat down on the settee and cried. I was so angry, so confused. Had I been raped? There was no one in the house, yet I had felt, what I thought, was a tongue licking my clit. I felt a finger inside me, I felt breath, lips and a tongue on my nipple, a penis inside me. I felt like any longer and I would have cum. I felt so awfully ashamed. What if I had cum? What kind of person would it make me, to find pleasure in a violation like that? I felt, despite what my mind and heart felt, that my body had betrayed me by enjoying the sensation. It was all so confusing. The time was only 1 a.m., I had been in bed about an hour. It happened all so quickly.

I was about to call the police when I thought what am I going to tell them? That I went out, got pissed, came home, was paralysed and some invisible man had sex with me? They would just think I was some nutter, some piss head having a laugh and would arrest me for wasting police time. I was grateful for one thing, that Tyler was not home. I could not bear to think of him seeing me like this, semi naked, make up all over my face, tears rolling down my cheeks.

I made a cigarette and I howled and howled. I knew what this was; I knew exactly what it fucking was. It was the ghost, it was the fucking ghost. It was the same dirty, cowardly prick that had put its fingers in me when I was on my period. I was so disgusted that I choked on the cigarette smoke and was sick all over the floor. I literally spewed on the floor. My life at this time, I felt, was a joke. No living man wanted to be with me and ghosts wanted to fuck me.  I wished to be dead, that mum would look after Tyler. I was miserable and depressed beyond all belief; I was a victim of an illegal sexual act in my OWN home. If it wasn’t for Tyler I would have ended it there, but I couldn’t bear to leave him behind. I know that’s a dark statement and many people out there would do anything to bring people they have lost back to life. People might think that wanting to throw away something as precious as a life is utterly wrong, but until they are in my situation, how could they possibly tell how they would react?

I thought maybe I’d had some breakdown. Maybe after everything with Leon, the strains and pressures of life, I had just gone mad. Or was it a vivid dream? I had heard that in your sleep you can freeze up and not be able to move, but this was so real. The feelings in my vagina and my breast and lips were real. I knew this much. Part of me almost hoped that I had gone mad or that maybe someone had spiked me with drugs which made me hallucinate. I have never taken any drugs, not even smoked weed or anything like that. I hate the idea of not being in control. I do drink, not a huge amount, I hate the hangovers and sickness associated with booze, but I have been very drunk from time to time. I knew that after all the years of hauntings and strange events in the house that the ghost had returned. The same one that fingered me all those years back.

I slowly made my way upstairs, one slow step at a time, terrified that it would be up there, just waiting for me. I was in a daze, shock I guess. I went into the bathroom, ran the shower and sat under the hot water. I wanted to wash it away from me, the experience, and the feelings. It was like every drop of warm water was removing the iciness of its touch. I guess, I hoped that this would wash away the memory. I don’t know how long I was in there for, but I was startled to hear the door handle turning. I thought no, not again, just get away and I screamed LEAVE ME ALONE, JUST FUCKING LEAVE ME ALONE!!!

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Mysterious light seen over Pembrokeshire


What was the strange object seen over Pembrokeshire? Have your say in our Poll.

There are some people that see a report on a light in the sky and immediately dismiss it as another crack pot claiming to see an alien space craft without actually reading the report and taking the time to digest the facts. This report is based on one man trying to find an explanation for a strange light in the sky that exhibited unusual ariel agility.We hope you take the time to read his account, examine his photographs and then have your say on our poll on what you believe to be the cause. If you have definitive evidence and proof to solidify the origin of the light then please could you email us at

The Pembrokeshire man who wishes to remain anonymous at this time, as he is a prolific figure in the county, has asked for any information on the origin of a strange object seen between the Roch and Brawdy area on the night of the 30th November 2014. He has asked for anyone else who saw it to please contact us. This is what he witnessed.

It was on Sunday 30th of November 2014 and it was about 10.40 pm. I saw it between Roch and Brawdy. The object was low in the sky, it did not move for around fifteen minutes, and then it just jumped into the sky. It then sped off quickly out towards the sea. I thought it may have been the Sea king (helicopter) at first when it started moving but it made no noise and took off faster than I would have perceived a chopper to take off at but I may be wrong. I drive that road from Solva to Simpsons cross pretty often and I’ve never seen anything like it before. I went back the next night at the same time to see if it was back but it wasn’t . I hope other people saw it and have an explanation on what it was. I took some pictures and I’m sorry they are not better quality as I took them on my phone.

What is the origin of the light seen over Pembrokeshire on November 30th?

What is the origin of the light seen over Pembrokeshire on November 30th?

We are grateful to the gentleman for the time to contact us and allow us to publish his account and photographs.

So what could be behind the light?

The area is home to the 14th Signal Regiment (“14 Signals”), the British Army’s electronic warfare unit. They are situated at Cawdor Barracks a military installation located 6.3 miles (10.1 km) east of St David’s in Pembrokeshire, South West Wales. Could it be that the light is a mis-identified aircraft, a new military vehicle or something more?

Could the lights be related to the loud bangs in the sky heard across the U.K on the 29th November? People living hundreds of miles apart took to social media to say they had heard unusual loud noises between 10pm and 10.30pm with theories abound from fireworks, a military exercise, the sonic boom from aircraft to a new weather phenomena.

With Pembrokeshire experiencing many UFO reports during the summer of 2014 ( see archives) could Pembrokeshire be heading back to a plethora of sightings or will this case have a plausible explanation. The Paranormal Chronicles now receives sightings from all over the Globe on a Daily Basis. Where ever we can we always try and get the permission of the witness to publish their account. Anonymity is guaranteed and if you have a sighting to share with the hundreds that visit this page every day then please contact us at:

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Is this Pembrokeshire’s most haunted road?

We believe the flash illuminated a drop of rain while others claim it to be an orb, perhaps the early manifestations of the Phantom Hitch-hiker. What do you think?
We believe the flash illuminated a drop of rain while others claim it to be an orb, perhaps the early manifestations of the Phantom Hitch-hiker. What do you think?

Sightings abound at Pembrokeshire paranormal hot spot

Chronicled and Photographed by G L Davies

The paranormal chronicles have been bombarded with a plethora of strange occurrences and experiences on one quiet stretch of Pembrokeshire road linking Merlin’s Bridge with Haverfordwest. Clay lanes is a small road that is often used to avoid the build-up of traffic that brings Haverfordwest to a near halt and apart from a small riverside hamlet has little but fields, hedges and an old ruin. It now begs the question is this Pembrokeshire’s most haunted stretch of road?

Clay lanes has always had a history of paranormal activity, however that activity seems to have greatly intensified as reports of strange encounters reach the paranormal chronicles offices. Here is a selection that we have been allowed to publish and as always we ask that if you have any information, had your own encounter or have a view or opinion then please get in touch. Please complete the poll at the end of this article as part of our research. Skeptics and believers are all welcome as we journey into the unknown. Also we ask that anybody that tries to investigate these accounts and try to run this gauntlet of paranormal events to please keep safe.

Seven locations at Clay Lanes, Haverfordwest with alleged paranormal activity.

Seven locations at Clay Lanes, Haverfordwest with alleged paranormal activity.

  1. Two accounts have reached us of people claiming that they have seen a ghostly white shape on the bridge that hangs above Freemens way. One couple who were walking their dog one night claim they thought they saw what they believed to be a woman in a white outfit walking toward them on the bridge and then simply vanished about ten feet in front of them while one man claims he saw while driving a young woman emerge from the wall by the bridge and “….simply disappear into thin air.”
Is it possible that a Ghost of a young lady haunts this Bridge over Freemens way?

Is it possible that a Ghost of a young lady haunts this Bridge over Freemens way?

  1. Three car loads of merry makers from a New year’s Day party in 2013 claim at separate intervals between 10pm and 1am say they saw “Massive white lights” floating and disappearing in the field leading up the hill towards the sharp right hand bend. When quizzed they said that it was “…definitely not Chinese lanterns and certainly not agricultural related like a tractor due to the size and height the white lights reached.”  One of the drivers stopped to take a picture but said the lights vanished and he ended up with just a picture of the night with no evidence captured. They waited and the lights did not reappear and he called the people whose party they had attended and asked if they could see anything from their house which is situated at Poets Corner, the homes that overlook Freemens way and the Clay lanes. They did not see anything. It was only a few weeks later that all three of the car’s occupants were at a social occasion together that it emerged that each one had seen the same lights but at different times. In June and October 2014 reports of large floating white lights seen at the exact location has come to our attention.  No picture of the alleged lights have been produced for examination at this time
Strange large white floating lights have been seen in the fields to right of the road.

Strange large white floating lights have been seen in the fields to right of the road.

  1. The Phantom Hitchhiker has been chronicled on this website before and in depth and is the account of a Taxi driver in the early 1980’s. A local taxi driver had a call for a pickup in Haverfordwest just after midnight. Being based in Merlin’s bridge with his then trademark Black London cab he set off down clay lanes.  There he saw standing, by a gate to a field, a young woman. Now being the middle of a Pembrokeshire winter, cold, wind and rain fully entrenched the taxi driver could not but notice the fact that this woman was stood alone and totally unprepared for the cold and dreary conditions. As he neared he saw that she was wearing a pair of shorts, a vest top, hiking boots, a ruck sack and her long dark hair matted to her face. He opened his window and asked through the wind and rain if that she wanted a lift into town. She nodded and clambered into the back of his cab. He turned and looked at her sat in his back seat drenched and miserable. Finally as he drew into Haverfordwest where the road continues up to Augustine way or leads down union hill towards Quay Street, he slowed down the cab to ask her where she would like to go, where would she like to get out. To his shock and dismay he saw that she had vanished. No girl, no rucksack, not even a drop of rain on the seat or a muddy boot print. Inexplicably she had vanished. It had been mere seconds from the time he had last caught a glance of her in the rear view mirror and he did not hear the heavy black door open and close for her to run off into the darkness. In our estimation one of the most popular ghostly sightings from across the world is the Phantom Hitch-hiker. It has become interwoven into the urban myths and legends of pretty much every town in the western hemisphere and easy to dismiss but then we received another current report. The witness who wishes to remain anonymous due to their vocation had this experience to report: “I was passing the entrance to the ruins. I glanced in the rear view mirror and a shape caught my eye .I slowed down and looked directly behind me, and at the very back of the mini bus, sat down in one of the seats, was a shadow. It looked like a woman. As I am looking back at this, the shadow gets up, and vanishes”  Could it be the same metaphysical passenger or is this of someone else? We advise that you check the back seat while you’re driving this stretch of road…or perhaps not if you don’t want to see anything shadowy and ghostly sat quietly there.
We believe the flash illuminated a drop of rain while others claim it to be an orb, perhaps the early manifestations of the Phantom Hitch-hiker. What do you think?

We believe the flash illuminated a drop of rain while others claim it to be an orb, perhaps the early manifestations of the Phantom Hitch-hiker. What do you think?

  1. As you travel down clay lanes you will come across the ruins of the 13th Century mansion of Haroldston, said to be the birthplace of Sir John Perrot (of Carew castle), illegitimate son of Henry VIII. The site is a complex of ruined late medieval and Tudor buildings and formal garden areas. The dominant building element is an L-shaped ruinous tower. The Ruins have been well documented by the Paranormal Chronicles (see archives) with sightings of a white or Grey Lady, strange shapeless indiscernible shapes and a medium claiming that the body of a young lady is hidden near the hedge by the road and it is her spirit that brings a tragic darkness to the area.


Haroldston ruins is home to many paranormal encounters. Could this location be responsible for the Clay lanes hauntings?

Haroldston ruins is home to many paranormal encounters. Could this location be responsible for the Clay lanes hauntings?

  1. It is the stretch of road by the foot path entrance to the ruins that is said to cause the most alarm. Over a dozen witness accounts have described an overpowering dread while walking the road late at night. They have experienced a sense that the night is enclosing in on them, that it becomes unnaturally cold and some claim that they have heard their names called from the blackness. A dread or a depression is said to engulf the body and it is like all sense of hope and love is vanquished. One Witness, a former soldier, said that he left Merlin’s bridge in the early hours after “A sesh” at his friends and admitted he was “Not in the best shape to be walking home” but half way down Clay lanes he could have sworn that he heard his name being called by someone up ahead and that he lost his night vision and stumbled to the ground and felt like the night was enclosing on him. He said he sobered up pretty quickly and ran home but said that the experience was one of the most “terrifying” he has ever experienced as he felt that something down there “was toying with him.” One gentleman said that while driving this particular stretch of road one evening that he saw a hooded brown figure stood by the telegraph pole. It was not so much the figure that spooked him but the feeling of dread and despair that enveloped him.  He drove home at speed and only drives that stretch of road at night when absolutely necessary. This is a common complaint.


This stretch of Clay lanes is said to make people feel engulfed in dread and fear.

This stretch of Clay lanes is said to make people feel engulfed in dread and fear.

  1. A few meters up from that distinct part of road is responsible for one young gentleman having a terrifying experience on the early hours of November 3rd of this year. He had picked the new Call of Duty from Game in Haverfordwest as part of their midnight launch. He decided the quickest route home would be the Clay Lanes to his home in Merlins Bridge. He said it was raining and blustery. He got to the section of Road and just ahead of him he thought he saw someone walking towards him. He didn’t like the idea very much as it was approx 12.40am on a Monday morning and was concerned that he was going to be mugged for his wallet or for his game. As the figure got closer he realized that it was just the outline of someone and that he could “see right through it.” He said you could almost see the rain hitting it, as if it had an outline and the strange transparent figure simply walked through him, gave him a deep icy chill and left him breathless. The man ran and did not stop till he got home. He told his friends who suggested that it was perhaps the Predator but he is adamant that what he saw was very real and very terrifying.


Did a young man see the outline of a person that then walked through him?

Did a young man see the outline of a person that then walked through him?

  1. Another young man using Clay lanes one night to go jogging said that while running he thought he heard an animal running next to him in the hedge. He said that such things did not normally concern him but as he ran he realized that this animal was not only quite large due to the noise it was making but also it was very near him and deliberately keeping up the pace with him. The gentleman decided to sprint the last stretch and up to the comforting light of Merlins Bridge and when he reached St marks school and looked behind him he saw peering back at him from the darkness a pair of large golden eyes. The eyes blinked and vanished. Was this just a curious indigenous creature or had the man’s jogging in the night disturbed a very strange entity?
The entrance to Clay Lanes from Merlin's Bridge, Haverfordwest. Could this be Pembrokeshire's most haunted road?

The entrance to Clay Lanes from Merlin’s Bridge, Haverfordwest. Could this be Pembrokeshire’s most haunted road?

Are this incidents related, perhaps they stem from one paranormal epicenter or are they nothing more than over active imaginations on a lonely and at times bleak road? One thing that all the arm chair investigators should quiz and mull over is how so many people are experiencing so many strange and detailed occurrences on such a small stretch of road. Is there an explanation? What do you believe? We will keep reporting and investigating and will update as soon as we have further information.

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The St Govan Chapel Mystery

St Govan's Chapel, Pembrokeshire

Is this Pembrokeshire’s most mysterious location?

Chronicled by G.L Davies    

After our record breaking amount of views for the Ghosts at St Govans article that took the Pembrokeshire county by storm ( Link at end of article) we thought it would be a great time to re-visit some of the fantastic ancient myths, legends and Ghostly encounters of one of the WORLDS more enigmatic and ancient locations. St Govans. Join the investigation and enjoy the stunning photographs and head with us into ancient and mysterious west Wales.

We at the paranormal chronicles have always had the sense that we are blessed to be based in the beautiful and ancient land that Is Pembrokeshire, west Wales and we feel it is our duty to endeavor to try and share with you, our global investigators of the unknown, our investigations and adventures. During the Easter of this year we braved the wind and waves that battered the coast of Pembrokeshire to bring you closer to some ancient myths and legends that have been deeply interwoven into the fabric that is the history of west Wales. We were there to visit the spectacularly ancient and mysterious St Govan’s chapel, near Pembroke. This incredible location is marinated in folk lore and legend and with the swelling and angry sea crashing along the coast it was a perfect day to explore these ancient mysteries.

Pembrokeshire Coast

It was a fantastic opportunity for the newest member of the team, R.L Armstrong to photograph the Chapel and the sea and wind battered coast line. R. L Armstrong braved cliffs and rock strewn coves to bring you closer to the location, she believes it is her responsibility to bring the area to life for you and that no matter where in the world you reside that you are here with us, a companion sharing our adventure. We want you to feel the energy and power as the sea crashed into the ancient coast line, to feel the wind and it’s chill as it howled a furious song.

Irish sea from St Govan's

The ancient chapel looks as if it has been carved from the cliff face, grey and solid; the chapel has stood there for over 1500 years. As you Stand there, you get the sense that the place is timeless; that what you see today was the same as when the chapel was constructed. As R.L Armstrong bravely climbed further into the rocks to gain a better vantage to capture some great shots of the chapel and the sea, I felt overwhelmingly insignificant. Trivial and small matters simply vanish as you watch the sea rise and crash in deafening booms against the rugged coast and you ponder the power of the earth and how easy it would be to be swept away and battered against the rocks, fighting for that final breath. In a location like this you realize how precious but fragile life is and that every day is a new adventure to be valued and appreciated.

St Govan's

St Govan’s is situated on Pembrokeshire coast national park and is near the town of Pembroke. The Chapel was home to a 6th century hermit and monk called Govan. It is said that marauding pirates saw an opportunity to kidnap Govan and hold him for a large ransom from the monastery. While on their mission to capture the man of peace and God he managed to escape and a rock opened up by the chapel, just large enough for him to hide in, so he could escape the sea dogs. The pirates were befuddled to the where abouts of the Hermit and when they left the rock opened up as miraculously as it had closed and out emerged , safe and unharmed, Govan. The rock had saved him. Govan was said to be so appalled and guilt ridden by his cowardice that he never left the place and became a watchman for the area, to warn the parishioners of the Bosheston area of unwelcomed Pirate activity.

Map of the Chapel at St Govan's

Poor Govan had further problems with the Pirates when they stole his prized silver bell, quite a prize for the scoundrels of the sea. Again Govan felt ashamed at his incompetence and he prayed with all his will and might that God help him and help he received. Angels were said to have appeared and recovered the bell and the bell was placed inside a rock for safe keeping. Govan would then tap the rock and a note a thousand times that of an ordinary bell would be heard.  What became of the thieving pirates that stole his prized bell has been lost through the ages like tears in rain. An altar has been carved in the said rock for pilgrims to the area to praise.

The Bell Rock at St Govan's

St Govan died in 568 AD and his remains placed under the Altar so he could stick to his word of protecting the Parish. In the chapel you can see a fissure in the wall which is the supposed location of the rock that saved him and in the rock is rib like indentations, said to be the imprint of Govan’s ribs as the rock enclosed him. The Chapel is damp and cold with small windows carved into its sides. People have claimed to see faces and events in the walls of the Chapel and R.L Armstrong has captured an image for you to analyse to see if you can see anything of a paranormal essence. If you can then please contact us as we would be fascinated to hear what you believe you can see.

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The chapel well is said to cure eye complaints, skin disease and rheumatic tendencies so if you suffer greatly from these maladies then a pilgrimage to this beautiful and ancient spot would be highly recommended. Maybe you will experience your own miracle. The steps leading down to the chapel are also said to have a magical element preside over them in that no mortal is said to be able to count the steps. On two attempts our count was 76 and then 72 and when we asked some friendly Russian tourists if they would mind helping us they counted 74 and 77. Is it that we just lose count, perhaps some of the smaller uneven steps are counted twice or not counted at all, maybe there is something unearthly at work there? If you ever count them then please tell us what number you came too.

The magical steps of St Govan's Chapel

Many ghostly lights have been said to be seen on the cliffs in the area, light like lanterns swaying in the wind, perhaps the spirits of malevolent folk trying to make unsuspecting ships crash against the rocks for their precious cargo or maybe the ghost lights of long lost smugglers rendezvousing in the chilled blackness of the night. Perhaps the saddest of all is the story of an elderly couple. It is said that a couple grew old and in love and their lives were as intertwined as night and day. Childless they depended greatly on each other and never left each other’s side. St Govan’s chapel was their favourite spot for a Sunday drive and even into their seventies they would brave the rocks and waves and sit against the cliff and sit there, holding each other, keeping each other warm and safe. Their love was pure and unconditional but sadly the wife took ill and it was tragically diagnosed that she had terminal cancer. She died not long after. Heartbroken and alone the man was lost. However her last wishes to him were that he enjoy life and carry on until the day they would one day be back together, young and healthy in a place of love and light, their love strong and unbreakable. It is said that he visited the spot every Sunday for a year and could be seen sat alone, staring into the sea. Then one day he stood up and simply stepped off and vanished into the unrelenting crashing waves and his body was lost amongst the unforgiving waves. He has been seen several times by visitors to the area. People claim they have seen from the corner of their eye, as they explore the rocks and caves in the area, an old man jump into the sea and vanish. Alarmed people have ran over to help him just to be greeted by the ferocity of the sea as it battles the Pembrokeshire coast for eternity.  Did the old man find peace and is in the arms of the woman he loved or has he been cursed for taking his own life by having to re-enact his final moments over and over till the world is no more?

St Govan's. Pembrokeshire

St Govan is an incredible place to visit with so much in the area including spectacular coast line, a World War 1 bunker, the huntsman’s leap and a firing range to name just a few and next time the paranormal chronicles ventures down we will bring you along for more adventure and mystery. If you ever get the chance to visit then please do so. It is a mysterious place entrenched into the fabric of Welsh Culture. If you wish to read more paranormal accounts from this incredible area then click on this link below and please press the follow button on this page so you never miss out.


St Govan's Chapel, Pembrokeshire


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Stinking spectres terrify investigators

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The chilling Stinking men of Pembroke Castle terrify paranormal investigators.

Location: Pembroke Castle, Pembrokeshire

Chronicled & Photographed by G L Davies

Pembroke Castle, Pembrokeshire

I am frequently asked have I ever been truly frightened by a paranormal event and after deep consideration there is one particular instance that did genuinely perturbed me. Of course investigations can have its chilling or confusing moments where for a second you question everything you know to be real in the world, turn it on its head and have to re-evaluate your own personal beliefs while you try and make sense of what you have witnessed.

Occasionally on an investigation the sheer ambience and atmosphere will in itself cause a fear factor and a bump or a bang can cause the heart to beat fast and the hands to grow clammy, but these moments are what fuels a paranormal investigator, the quest for the truth, the search for evidence and the adrenaline pumping through your veins will make it a very exciting experience.

However one night did frighten me, not for a moment or two but to this day. It lingers in my mind like an irremovable stench. There are of course probable explanations but I was lucky to share the experience with others. None of us mentioned it at the exact time but a few minutes later we all had the same story, the same detail. Was it just suggestion, our minds creating a group hallucination due to the environment we were in or was there something more?

The location where we experienced the activity is one of the most impressive that you could ever hope to attend for an investigation. The location is the incredible Pembroke castle in South west Wales.

Pembroke castle is a medieval Norman style castle with 16 feet thick walls and battlements that reach 75 feet high. The castle juts up from an ancient rock formation and is surrounded by the river Cleddau that creates a natural defence. Underneath the castle is a huge natural cave called Wogans cavern that has shown evidence that early man had a community based there and in castle times was used as a boat house and cargo warehouse. The castle was built in 1093 AD and has resisted many attacks and several sieges and is the birthplace of King Henry VII. The castle was still in use till the mid-17th century and the families, the people and the events that took place there are richly woven into the tapestry of local history.

Before I continue with my chilling experience you need to realize just how important the castle was in terms of how it played its part in shaping the history of the United Kingdom. During the English civil war Pembroke castle surprisingly declared itself as an ally to Parliament and not to the throne. It was besieged by Royal troops and was only saved when Parliamentary re-enforcements arrived by sea to smash the stranglehold but then an amazing decision was made by the lords of Pembroke castle and that was to switch sides and ally itself with the Royals. Parliamentary advocate and key historic figure Oliver Cromwell personally oversaw the new siege of the castle as he was shocked by their betrayal and needed to personally resolve the situation and after a desperate 7 weeks finally took the castle and all that had betrayed parliament were tried for treason and the castle ordered to be dismantled. This chapter in the castle history could easily be part of the Game of throne series for its alliances, turns and betrayals. It remained abandoned until its restoration begun in 1880.

Wogans cavern. Pembroke Castle

Wogans cavern. Pembroke Castle

Now if we fast forward to a summers night in 2004 when I was privy to join a group of amateur ghost hunters and paranormal investigators that had secured a night at the castle, the first thing that surprises you by the castle is just how intact it is. This is no pile of rubble but a huge area with an intact keep, living areas, towers and even the room where Henry the VII was born; it really is a beautiful castle and a testament to the engineers and builders of the time and the efforts of the restoration.

The group that we accompanied were made up of two sections. Group one was the Investigators with camera’s, recorders and other equipment and group two was those with alleged mediumship ability. We started with the mediums and made our way through the grounds to the keep.

I vividly remember the keep, cold and black against the moonlit sky. The Pembroke castle keep is a huge round structure which would have supported a huge wooden fighting platform so that should the castle be attacked the defenders could attack the assailants from above, giving them a huge tactical advantage. Inside it is a huge empty building with a spiral staircase disappearing up to the point of the keep.

Once inside it was pitch back and we could hear the flutter of disturbed nesting birds high above us and a slight cool breeze blew in behind us with the entrance way illuminated by the moonlight. Inside through the torchlight we could very little apart from shafts of light from the torches highlighting speckles of dust floating in the air. We were told to gather in a circle and to turn off our lights. I stood there and in my mind I tried to imagine what it would have been like in here when the castle was still in operation, I tried to imagine the people that would have worked here. I do this on every investigation as I try to connect to the building and imagine the lives of the people that would have or do live there.

We gathered in that dark open space, I had my good friend and investigator G.T White and an investigator from London called Emma to my left. We all linked hands, there were perhaps twelve; maybe thirteen of us in all, and the medium began to speak. At first you could sense she was nervous as she began telling jokes but maybe she was just trying to get us relaxed, she blessed us all saying we were not here as enemies but as journeymen on a quest for enlightenment and she asked our spirit guides to protect us from any insidious spirits that perhaps remained.

As we stood there, I could barely make out anything in the dark, night vision was returning from all the torch activity but I could see G.T White and Emma in the gloom and the silhouettes of others across from me in the circle. The medium began to ask questions to speak openly and loudly into the echoing keep and I kept my senses alert. I listened intently for any noise, any chills or sounds and then I smelt something quite, quite awful. It was worse than excrement or rotting food, it was suffocating; it was so repugnant that if I hadn’t had felt so stifled and breathless by the overpowering smell that I would have been sick. My immediate thought was that perhaps someone in the circle was more frightened that they were letting on and perhaps had soiled themselves but then in the gloom a feet from me, I noticed something in the darkness between me and the other side of the circle; A small shadowy figure, it was blacker than the darkness that had enveloped us. Had someone left the circle or had crept in, was I perhaps hallucinating or my night vision playing tricks on me. The medium did not seem to be aware and I watched the figure uncurl so to speak and stand straight, five feet perhaps but no more. G.T spoke out to my right and asked “Can anyone else smell that?” to which there were answers from the darkness of “Yes, what is it” and “It’s making me sick.” I kept my eyes on the shadow person in the middle of the circle and was startled to see it move up close to where G.T was, G.T’s hand suddenly tightened around mine, the pain incredible and he released when the thing moved and stood directly in front of me, it’s stinking face a few inches from mine as it peered up. I will admit that I have never been so frightened by anything like this before or after. It had a pure black face. No distinguishable features. Its countenance was one of evil intent and a desire to do harm. It never spoke a word but those feelings washed over me in a cold and depressing fog. It was the first time that I ever wanted to run out of an investigation. The creature moved from me and to Emma and her hand tightened on mine and she said “There is something here!” The medium replied, “Yes his name is Andrew and he is curious about us.” and as she said this I realized there was another shadowy figure in the gloom and was doing the same as the first. When he peered at me, I thought I would collapse; I thought that I would despair to the point that I would never see light and life again, that I would never feel love again, that the world was an evil stinking decaying pit. It was the personification of dread and death, it quickly moved from me, much to my relief but then its focus was on Emma, who then shrieked, let go of my hand and ran from the keep. The medium shouted “Don’t break the circle, don’t break the circle!!” which everyone did very quickly and made their way to the moonlit entrance way. G.T and I ran out to see if Emma was O.K. and she sat there in the courtyard in the moonlight, sobbing. I asked her if she was ok and she said “No, I just starred death in the face.” G.T looked at me and said “I saw it too; there were two awful things in there. It was like death”

I was so confused by the experience, the fear, the moroseness and the depression and the overwhelming stench. I described my experience to them both, both interrupting to concur with my story, finishing my sentences for me. Exasperated I walked slowly back to the keep and met the medium on my way. I asked her what had happened in there and she casually replied that some children were in there trying to pull down her trousers. I asked if she knew what the smell was, what had happened to us and she replied “what smell?” Sadly she had not shared our experience and was unable to offer any explanation.

Pembroke Castle, Pembrokeshire.

Pembroke Castle, Pembrokeshire.

I spoke to some of the others in the circle. All had the same experience but four left immediately before I could speak to them. Something terrible either still resided in the keep or we had given it the power to manifest.  Maybe the power of suggestion, our mere presence within that particular environment and our motives had created the illusion of the stinking men, maybe we had overridden our rationale and our senses controlled our perception of events. I have researched over the years looking for an explanation, I have none yet. I have spoken to dozens of people who have worked and visited there and none had an inkling of an idea what the stinking men could be and none had a similar experience.

Perhaps for whatever reason the stinking men only felt the need to contact those in the circle, maybe for some of us there was more than just the dread and fear, maybe for the people that left they were giving a more horrendous message from the stinkers. To this day I have not been able to track down the four people that left early that night. I just pray that they haven’t taken home any unwelcomed visitors with them, for whatever those entities were they are the closest I have come to experiencing pure evil and to this day the memory of the presence of the stinking men makes me sick and fearful. Pray you never encounter them.

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