Ghost Hunting with Itchy
Picture the scene. It’s midnight, we’re in the Scottish Borders, its bollock freezing and we’ve just realised that maybe spending the night in a haunted jail wasn’t the best idea we’ve ever had.
Yes, Itchy went ghosting hunting.
Bored with sitting in our comfy warm, ghoul free home we packed our gloves and hats, a flask of coffee and headed to Jedburgh Jail. The prison was home to many a scallywag in the 1800’s and has been the subject of many paranormal occurrences. So feeling reckless we booked our place on the vigil, climbed in our Mystery Machine and went to find us some ghosts.
We arrived to meet with the organisers Ghost Events Scotland and our fellow ghost hunters for the evening, ranging from nervous, giggling teenagers to cynical oldies who looked like they needed their bed before we’d even begun, and of course, the obligatory smug medium who was the most uneventful presence witnessed that night.
The VigilWe spent from 11pm to 5am sitting in cold, dark, smelly prison cells, trying to communicate with spirits, using EVP voice recording equipment, night vision cameras and basically getting mildly hysterical at every little bump and draft.
We split into 2 groups and ventured into different areas, half of us hoping we’d be the one to capture the spooky footage and the other half knowing that if something supernatural came near then they’d piss themselves.
Is there anyone there?There were a few odd experiences had by members of the group. One guy saw a big burly man looming over a staff member which another girl in a different group also witnessed and described identically. The EVP voice recordings were very interesting with voices appearing from nowhere to tell us to bugger off and the whole prison just oozed with unhappiness making it uncomfortable to be around anyway.
The VerdictDo we believe?
Still not sure.
Would we don’t it again?
Hell yeah. There’s nothing like having the b’jesus scared out of you every once in a while. Keeps you on your toes. The staff were professional, funny and actually pretty damn spooked themselves which made us feel slightly better.
We expected to be running around like Yvette Fielding with a poltergeist chucking stones at us screaming like loonies but sadly that didn’t happen. Maybe poltergeists only chuck stones at Yvette Fielding.
Contact www.ghostevents.co.uk for more information
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