Friday, 24 April 2015


Here is our most ambitious paranormal video project to date. The soon to be released documentary encompassing some of our best and most interesting paranormal activity captured over the years.
Presented by Chris Halton, the documentary takes you to some historic and breathtaking haunted sites from antiquity, where Chris will share anecdotes and paranormal clips taken from some of our best or most unusual investigations.

Running for an anticipated three hours, the DVD set is sectioned into the following categories:

Outside Castle Rising, Norfolk
 Part One -   Haunted Churches and Ruins
Part Two -   Haunted Castles and Military Fortifications
Part Three - Haunted Airfields
Part Four -   Haunted Houses
Part Five -   Bonus Haunted Sites

The activity and history of the set covers many types of hauntings which reviewers found compelling and wanting for more!

A release date is yet to be set, but before July 2015.

This 52 minute sample is introduced by Chris Halton who ties all the relevant activities and locations together as he travels across some very beautiful historic sites in East Anglia - one of the most atmospheric and haunted regions of England.

Hopefully this airing will give you a taste for the rest of the DVD set, and a chance to own a copy of archival material from one of the internet`s most respected paranormal investigators for genuine activity, Chris Halton

Here is a pre-released trailer:

Here is your free viewing sample: (NOTE - LINK ACTIVE AT 2200hrs (10pm) GMT TONIGHT (24/4/2015)

Sunday, 12 April 2015


Gosfield Place - Circa 1811

The below story and other accounts were discovered at diverse internet sites on researching the ghostly history of a now overgrown former country park which was created as an ornamental folly at the now demolished estate of Gosfield Place.

Before I share the ghostly account, here is some history.

The park was designed by Humphry Repton in 1811. Gosfield Place, the seat of the Sparrow family, was built as a Georgian classical house in 1800 then rebuilt in 1865 as a larger French influenced house. It was demolished 1924-5.

Gosfield Place - As re-built in 1865 and demolished 1924-25

All that remains today is the lake and an ornamental baroque style bridge which was constructed in 1865, and despite surviving with some missing ornamental metal panels it is regarded as a rarity of it`s type and is listed as a protected historical structure.

The surviving bridge from 1865
The account:

`Around 15 years ago I was carp fishing a local estate lake called (deleted) with two friends. There were many rumours surrounding the old estate and the hall that once stood on the hill overlooking the lake.

All that remained were the foundations and a large ornate iron bridge that crosses one end of the lake to the driveway and the road situated about half a mile away. The lake was and still is typical of many estate lakes, shallow, big lily beds, boggy around the margins, surrounded by big old gnarled trees and extremely broody.

The lake today - overgrown and neglected
Even during the day it possessed an atmosphere that could only be described as heavy. Often when fishing there a strange sensation would fall upon the place sending shivers down the spine and making you to want to keep looking behind you. Even the birds and water fowl would suddenly go silent and any breeze rippling the surface would fall still.

Rarely did anyone fish there alone, they couldn't explain why, just never did. To fish there was at night was never heard of that is why when we decided to do so we went as a threesome, considering that two of us would not be enough if something happened.

 Arriving at around 8pm it gave us enough time to set up before darkness fell at 9.30.
I choose to fish from the centre of the old dam wall, Ted sixty yards to my left in the corner with Len around a hundred yards to my right on the field bank. It was agreed that we would fish until around 1am and depending on results either pack in or continue until breakfast time.

By the time the sun had dipped behind the hill our baits were in position and we sat back to enjoy our first cup of tea and smoke of the session. It was a nice warm evening and everything was right with the world even the fish looked like they may feed as they mooched in and out of the lily beds and sending up huge frothy bubbles from the silty lake bed.

As darkness begun to fall a little light but cold breeze sprang up from no where, just chilly enough to make you lift the collar of your shirt and shrug the shoulders. Even more strange was that it seemed to come from a dense wooded area which kissed the edge of the lake and ran back up the hill to where the hall once stood.

By 11pm it was pitch black and glancing to my right I could see by the glow of Len's roll up (hand rolled cigarette) that he was making his way towards me. "Not much happening round there" he said as he arrived at my side "I'll try off the dam too" "so will I" said Ted who had arrived at my other side.

There we sat for the next hour just 25 yards apart with nothing happening on the fishing front. Filling the kettle and lighting the stove culminated in a take on my right hand rod and the strike was meet with a heavy, slow moving and as yet unseen force.

Rising to my feet to apply some side strain I felt the uncontrollable urge to look around whilst at the same time a loud splash rang out across the lake as a big fish leapt clear of the water, the rod arched over and the clutch gave line, then all fell slack whatever it was probably a large carp had come adrift.

By now my companions stood beside me and as we discussed what had happened we became aware of a great presence descending around us. Hard to describe it just felt heavy, dark and very sad.
Now the three of us were well seasoned anglers spending much of our time fishing after dark, often alone. This was something else, something we had never experienced before or since, thank god. "I think I'll call it a night" I said "feels like a storm coming" the others agreed and said we would stop for a pint on the way home, then it happened.

From out of nowhere a scream rang out, a scream so loud that you couldn't think straight, we froze to the spot and reached for our torches, they didn't work, three torches and not a glimmer between them.

The scream turned to a wail still loud and one long note drowning our voices as we tried to speak. We knew what each other were saying and within a minute all tackle was retrieved, line bitten through, stuff just grabbed as we stumbled our way along the field bank towards the iron bridge. the old driveway and the sanctuary of the car.

The wail followed our every footstep growing neither louder or quieter, Ted was the first to reach the bridge and as he set foot on it all fell silent, very silent, painfully silent. I reached for my torch and yes it worked, so did the others, we looked at each other in disbelief but dared not utter a word, what could be said? And if we spoke would the screaming start again, no we just looked then continued on the long walk to the car.

How many times I looked over my shoulder, I would be guessing but it was a lot and the same went for the other two. We didn't stop at the pub and drove home in silence, in fact it was more than a week before we spoke about it and then only for a minute.

Last July was the first time I returned to the lake. not to fish you understand just for a look, Sarah was with me and upon seeing the lake she said that she didn't want to fish there nor even walk around it. She knew nothing of what had happened but she sensed all was not well for even during a sunny July afternoon there lay a strong presence and an atmosphere that all was not well.`

Further accounts were discovered of fishermen `driven off` at night by a bad presence, and one account of a wailing voice. Even during the day people have occasionally felt uncomfortable, which could be a feeling of the sheer neglected despondency of the site. One felt that `eyes` were looking from the nearby woods, which I can concur with a visit there a number of years ago. Although on my second visit it just felt benign.

Whether these are merely `tall tales`, or even a fox wailing at night, there are more than one account of this forgotten corner of Essex.

Today the lake is being overtaken by invasive weed, and part of the lake area is given over to a gun club with warning notices posted.

Whatever tragedy befell this area is not known, but an ominous shadow of the past pervades over the lake and it`s borders.

Story, photographs and research : Chris Halton

Sunday, 22 March 2015


He has acted opposite Mae West, tripped the light fantastic on The Great White Way and even partied with Rita Hayworth - and now Ryan is sharing his stories about life during the Golden Age of Hollywood.

The only problem is that Ryan is a 10-year-old boy from Muskogee, Oklahoma who was born to Baptist parents. The amazing life he describes belongs to actor and Hollywood agent Marty Martin.
Ryan says it was his past life.

His vast knowledge, vivid recollections and stunningly accurate descriptions of the era have convinced even experts that the young man may have in fact been reincarnated.

Ryan and his mother, Cyndi
It all began when Ryan was just 4 years old, his mother Cyndi told Today. She says he began having nightmares that neither she or her husband, a local police officer, could find a way to stop.
He would talk about his heart exploding and, more than anything, Hollywood, a place that was thousands of miles away from Oklahoma.

What's more, the reserved youngster would always speak in a matter-of-fact manner during these times.

Then, after a year of this, he finally sat down his mom.
'He said "Mom, I have something I need to tell you,"' said Cyndi.
'I used to be somebody else.'

Ryan claims in a past life he was this man, Marty Martin - bit actor and agent
Having been raised Baptist, Cyndi did not believe in reincarnation or past lives, and decided to hide her son's admission from his father.

But she slowly became curious and then somewhat convinced the more her son spoke of Hollywood, his five marriages, lavish trips to Europe, his old homes and how all his acting clients kept changing their last names, so she decided to start doing some research on Hollywood during the studio era and shared some of the books she found at the local library with her son.

Then, one day, Ryan had a breakthrough when he saw a still from the from the 1932 movie Night After Night starring Mae West. 'That's me,' Ryan told his mother.

Ryan was pointing to an extra in the film, a man with no lines that they later learned was bit-actor-turned-agent Marty Martin.

That is when Cyndi decided Ryan should talk to someone, and the family found Dr. Jim Tucker, a highly respected child psychiatrist from the University of Virginia who has spent time talking with and studying children who claim to remember past lives.

And even he noted there was something very special, and different, about Ryan.

Dr Jim Tucker
Most remarkable to Dr. Tucker, besides Ryan's incredible detail, was how accurate his claims matched up with the life of Martin, a virtual unknown who neither Ryan's family nor Dr. Tucker knew anything about, even his name, until they reached out to a film archivist.
The film archivist gave them the name, and they then contacted one of Martin's daughters to ask about his life.

That is when they discovered that 55 of Ryan's statements matched up perfectly with Martin's life - including the street he lived on, how many children he had, how many siblings he had and those aforementioned five marriages.

The most shocking claim however came when Ryan told Dr. Tucker during a session one day that he wondered why God had him die at 61-years-old only to be reincarnated as a baby.
This seemed to clash with Martin's death report, that stated he was 59 at the time he died.

That is until Dr. Tucker looked through old census reports and discovered that the certificate, and not Ryan, was incorrect. The certificate claimed Martin was born in 1905 when in fact he had been born in 1903 according to the census. And so, Martin was likely 61 years old at the time of his death.
Ryan now says his memories of Martin are starting to fade, and as for Dr. Tucker, he has compiled Ryan's story and other like it in his book Return To Life.

Story: DailyMail

Tuesday, 3 March 2015


Bretby Hall

It is seldom that in the studies of the paranormal that you find two unrelated witnesses to the appearance of an apparition at a location not noted for haunting, and perhaps more significantly, a ghost that appeared during the hours of daylight.

And by chance, both witness accounts came to light through the conduit of a regional newspaper, as in the accounts supplied separately to the Derby Telegraph.

The first report was posted to their online forum on February 4th, 2015 from a motorist named as  Lisa Fisher, who recounted her experience:

"I was driving towards Bretby Hall in Bretby on Monday around 2pm. There is a lane just off Ashby Road that leads up to the hall. As I turned into the lane I could see a young woman with black hair standing with a bike by the side of the road, about a 100m ahead. As I got closer I could see she was dressed in old fashioned clothes (floral dress and hair net). The bike had a wicker basket and also looked old. She watched me as I passed her. As I got further down the lane I happened to glance in the rear view mirror and saw the woman had disappeared."

Another report was made to the newspaper on February 26th by a motorist named as Janet Fielding, whose account bears striking similarities to the first:

"I was driving down Mount Road (not far from Bretby Hall) towards the Planters garden centre. It was around 4pm and raining quite badly. As I was driving down the road I passed a lady walking by the side of the road.

"She was quite tall and was wearing a floral dress and had her hair in a net. She looked in her early 30s and had black hair. The clothes looked very old fashioned and overall she looked out of place.

"When I passed her she turned her head and stared at me blankly. It was quite unnerving and creepy when she stared at me. I thought nothing of it and continued driving."

A Lady in a Floral Dress - similar to that seen by the witnesses

Bretby Hall was formerly the family seat of the Earl of Chesterfield.

Following the death of the 7th earl in 1871, the Estate passed to his widowed mother, Anne Elizabeth, Dowager Countess of Chesterfield (1802–1885), whose good friend, Benjamin Disraeli, paid frequent visits to Bretby.

On the death of the Countess, her estates devolved upon Lord Porchester, the eldest son of her daughter, Evelyn (died 1875), who married in 1861 the 4th Earl of Carnarvon.

The 5th Earl of Carnarvon, the famous egyptologist for whom Howard Carter discovered the tomb of Tutankhamun, commenced breaking up the Bretby estate during World War I. They never lived at Bretby, preferring their home at Highclere Castle, near Newbury, Berkshire. They did make regular visits, however, particularly for shooting.

The main estate was sold to Mr J D Wragg, the Swadlincote industrialist. The proceeds helped to fund the Carter’s search for the tomb of Tutankhamen in Egypt in the early 1920s.

In 1926, the Hall was sold to Derbyshire County Council and was run as an orthopaedic hospital until the 1990s when it was sold to a private developer, who has converted it into luxury apartments and suites.

Bretby Hall has little to say for itself with regard to hauntings, and the only account is that
of the ghost of the dying Lady Chesterfield who purportedly haunts the great bedroom.

She always appears to a bride who occupies the state chamber, but not necessarily to the bridegroom. A rather grand account of her haunting is given thus. `The unhappy lady partakes of the cup, then looks up with eyes full of agony and sorrow, but yet, expressing faith and innocence, utters a loud groan, falls back and dies.`

But no accounts as described by the two witnesses fits any known haunted tales, but it is worthy to mention that on both occasions that the witnesses were women.

So, who was this lady? Her clothing description fits any period from the 1920`s to the early 1950`s, and of course, it could be argued that the clothing description although classic, has still been worn in more contemporary times. However, the lady was seen twice wearing a simple floral dress in late winter without the comfort of warmer clothing.

Hopefully perhaps more witnesses will step forward to this roadside haunting, and hopefully perhaps one day her real identity in life will be known.

A very interesting tale.

Author: Chris Halton

Wednesday, 25 February 2015


For nearly 200 years she is rumoured to have haunted the corridors of Hampton Court.
But now the ghost of the famous Grey Lady may finally have been captured on camera - by a schoolgirl and her iPhone.

Holly Hampsheir, 12, thought she was taking a fairly routine photo of her cousin Brook McGee, also 12, during a day out at the 16th century stately home.
But she appears unwittingly to have captured the spectral figure of Dame Sybil Penn who looms over the schoolgirl as her back is turned.

With flowing dark hair and a full length black gown the woman seems real enough in the picture.
But seconds later Brook turns around and the next image in the series shows no sign of the visitor at all.

The girls didn’t realise what they had encountered at the time and only made the terrifying discovery when looking through their photos of the outing a day later.
Miss McGee, from Hornchurch, Havering, told the Sun: ‘I was totally freaked out.
‘I didn’t see anything.

‘People say the room goes cold when ghosts appear but we had no idea.
‘We haven’t slept properly since.’

Dame Sybil died from after contracting smallpox in 1562.

A servant at Hampton Court to four Tudor monarchs she was the nurse of Prince Edward and also nursed Elizabeth I through the disease before succumbing to it herself.
Sightings of her ghost began to be reported in 1829 when the church at the palace was rebuilt and her tomb moved.
Soon after strange noises of a person working a spinning wheel were apparently heard through a wall at Hampton Court.

They led to the discovery of a previously unknown chamber containing an antique spinning wheel.
Hampton Court, home to Henry the VIII has a long been famed for its ghosts.
Amongst them the most famous is Henry’s fifth wife Catherine Howard who was dragged screaming through the palace after being accused of adultery.
It is said that after being beheaded, her spirit returned to haunt the home she had shared with her husband.

Hampton Court Palace, home to British monarchs for more than 500 years, is said to house the ghost of Catherine Howard, fifth wife of Henry VIII, who was executed on her husband's order in 1541.

Story: DailyMail

This reminds me of a story with ghost photographs shared in this blog in January 2014.
This image was captured in the main public entrance by a waiting coach driver,  Trevor Tye.
A full link to that story with images can be found HERE