Alleged to be haunted, the team of volunteers who look after the historic Drakelow Tunnels allow groups of so-called Ghost Hunters to access the site overnight for a fee. In a post on Facebook dated 5th March, representatives of the Tunnels slam a group of said Ghost Hunters for damaging the property during a visit. They wrote: Continue reading
Five years ago I wrote a blog how to order strattera post about a ghost hunting team called Worsley Paranormal who think they’re the bee’s knees. The post was called Unethical Ghost Hunters Play Detective and focussed on how this team claim to be solving mysteries related to child murderer Ian Brady and how their treatment of the surviving relatives of the murder victims was unethical and distasteful. It remains one of the most read articles on my entire blog.
Peter Underwood once suggested that 98% of the reports of hauntings were likely to have rational explanations, but that he was most interested in the 2% that could be genuine (Underwood, 1983). This is a sentiment that ghost investigators often repeat, sometimes with variation. 99% is explainable, or maybe it’s 80%? Those who say such things often then add that it’s the smaller number that interests them the most, that 1% that could be paranormal in origin… but are they missing the bigger picture? I think they could be for a number of reasons. Continue reading
In 2012 I delivered a talk about ghost research at a CFI UK conference at Conway Hall. Unknown to me, a man towards the rear of the hall became visibly angered during my talk and during the Q&A session he stood up and accused me of mischaracterising ghost researchers. Why? Because a small portion of my speech touched upon orb phenomena which many ghost hunters class as the first stage of spirit manifestation. Ghosts, it is often said, then manifest in other forms before becoming an apparition. However, my critic was having none of it and to paraphrase him, “ghost hunters do not believe that. Only those on the very fringes present orbs as evidence.” Continue reading