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Alan
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Date Posted: 07:29:45 05/15/01 Tue
The rain was lashing against the windscreen and hammering against the bodywork of the van as we drove through the night. Altogether there were seven of us, I was in the front passenger seat, Andy was driving, and Rebecca, Sue, Mike, Harry and Joe were in the back, seated comfortably in the new aircraft type seats we had fitted.
We had recently bought the van and converted it to carry our equipment and us in comfort. Collectively known as the Ghost Investigation Group or GIG for short we had teamed up a few months before. We all, had previous individual experience with various other paranormal groups and most had got a bit fed up with internal bickering, unreliable members and crazy theories that seemed to prevail.
Andy, a seasoned ghost hunter, was the one that had advertised for like-minded individuals to form a team. There were a number of applicants and by process of elimination, we were the finial choice. Collectively we had amassed a fair amount of good quality equipment, so we were off to a good start and soon gelled into a good team. After a few meetings we decided to pool some cash and buy a van to use for any callout that we may get. We thought it far better to arrive in one vehicle rather than a number of cars, no matter how many of us would be required at any given time.
Our destination on this occasion was Everly Hall, which was situated, in a remote part of North Yorkshire. Everly Hall was the country home of Adam Paisley a well known wealthy financier who had very recently bought the property. He had contacted us the week before and arranged a meeting in London to discuss as he put it, a 'small problem'. Adam was a very likeable man with a good sense of humour; he had recently become the owner of Everly Hall, a manor house which was a listed building, dating back to the sixteenth century. The Hall had needed much restoration to bring it back to its former glory.
After building permission was obtained a team of builders commenced work; it was then that the trouble began. The building contractors were a small family firm whose men had worked together for many years. Soon after work commenced, tools kept disappearing, the men who had worked on various jobs together for many years found that they were constantly arguing and no one could pinpoint how or why the arguments had started. A carpenter fell down the stairs breaking his ankle, he was adamant that he was pushed yet no one else was on the stairs at the time, another carpenter was taken to hospital when a chisel went through his foot. When he arrived back after treatment, he told the others that the chisel had been on the bench when suddenly it started moving on its own as though someone had taken it from the bench held it over his foot and let it drop. No one believed him and he asked to be put on another contract. All workmen said they sensed they were constantly being watched and felt uncomfortable and tools had gone missing.
Yet another incident happened during painting and decoration period. One of the painters was painting the door of the laundry room situated in the east wing, the door had been carefully prepared and wiped over with an anti contaminant liquid. As he applied the paint to one of the panels the words ‘get out’ appeared in the paint. As he later put it “it was the same type of effect you get if you write your name on a piece of paper with a candle then paint over with water colour paint, the paint adheres to the paper but not to the wax”. The door was rubbed down and repainted but the words still came back on a different panel. After several attempts the door was finally scrapped and a new one made. No one could explain how this could come about after satisfying themselves that it was not a practical joke. All made it known how glad they were when the restoration was finished...
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