I’ve seen things. Scary things, funny things, even cute things! I am a ghost hunter, and I absolutely love the pursuit of the hidden world. Before I had children I was out almost every weekend, sometimes on both the Friday and the Saturday night, doing ghost hunts. I worked with a group called North West Spirit Seekers (now defunct), and then I tried a few new companies as well. Overnight ghost hunts are just amazing, at least to me.
Ghost hunting is the reason I call myself SpookyMrsGreen. It seems to fit, because every time somebody mentions a haunting, my ears prick up and I get all excited. I live in a row of terraced houses that are haunted, and I am not the only resident to experience the activity. My neighbour and I even converse with our resident ghost as a matter of daily routine! During my ghost hunt adventures I have seen a disembodied face in an abandoned nightclub. I have seen a white mist apparition in the garden of a stately home. I have lots of photos featuring light anomalies and orbs, and some of those are not even from official ghost hunts. Spirits follow me around!
You could call me nosy, I suppose. I mean, I am basically prying into the lives of dead people when I go in search of ghosts. I have learned that not all spirits are keen to speak with the living. Some of them just want to go about their routines as they did when they were alive. Others are very happy to talk. Some take great pleasure in frightening people. They are basically humans without a physical body. And they are free to go anywhere they choose. Now that is a scary thought! You can see my ghost hunter diaries in previous blog posts. Try out my epic ghost hunt at Bodelwydden Castle in North Wales to get you started.
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