Another weekend. Another night spent pratting about in the dark with my pal.
On the way to our latest venue last night, we called for petrol and saw a colleague from work & his mate. They were on their way to an evening of Dungeons & Dragons. Am pretty sure that this wins in a hand of Twat Top Trumps and our Garage Forecourt Geek-Off (but it’s a close call, as at least their evening was free!)
Armley Mills after dark. It could only have been improved if there had been less people there, or even better – just Scoob and I left to our own devices.
There were 10 noobs there and 17 experienced
twats idiots loons paranormal investigators of varying degrees of hopeful skepticism and belief.
During the introduction and health & safety talk in the brightly lit meeting/cafeteria area, I was tugged on the hood (not a sexual euphemism) although nobody was anywhere near me. So that was a good start.
When the over-long intro part was finally done, we all followed Pammie PamPam ‘please call me Pamela not Pam’ on a tour of the museum. I’ve been a few times and it did feel strange to be there in civilian garb. Usually when I’ve been, it’s for a school trip about Victorians and we’ve all been dressed up like this:-
Last time I was there, a couple of years ago, I was poked in the back of the leg when all my young charges were accounted for. The time before that, my work mate thought I was stood behind her in the school room until she realized I was across the other side of the room. Again, all the children and other staff were accounted for.
First we entered the carding room area, with the huge carding machine and the old looms. This room is alive (or should that be dead) with residual energy and is where I was prodded last time. A very definite “They’re heeeere!” moment in this area.
I often get a whoosh of something or other next to the carding machine. Possibly just thinking about how many severed extremities are probably still within its spikey workings. In fact one of the other people there said his grandfather had met his end whilst cleaning such a machine at a different mill, when someone switched the machine back on and he was dragged into the mechanism!
I was keen next to go in the cinema area – not an original feature of the mill of course. It was the old Armley cinema. Fixtures and fittings moved and reassembled exactly the same. One of my friends refuses to go in there at all on school trips. She doesn’t like the vibe at all.
I had no fear of it, although we did feel that there was a man watching us, somewhat amused. Probably thinking, “WTF are these dumbarses doing buggering about in the dark?” Whoever he was, the sod touched me on the shoulder. And I mean a hand on the shoulder touch, not like there was a moth on me or anything. I felt it and I jumped. And there was nobody else there.
Admittedly I did not jump as high as when I turned and was face to face with my pal in the dark, who I thought had walked off. I properly babbed myself then! LOL.
When on our own in the sewing machine room, someone walked between the two of us. A very definite rush of cold air, with no open windows or doors and we both felt it at the same time.
Usual meaningless bollocks on the ouija boards – I don’t trust them, or rather I don’t trust the people around the board. Fascinating though it may be from a scientific and psychological study point of view. I was getting distracted by some quality parabolia on this heater – a relation of Wilson the ball maybe?
I had a clamber about taking pics underneath the machinery. I figured if I was a dead child still lingering about, I’d be hiding underneath or behind some shit, giggling and getting ready to prod the unsuspecting living for a laugh. What with lurking about for years in the nether, possibly being a bit dull.
Don’t let the brightness of these photos fool you. The flash on my camera is super bright. It was black as pitch in there.
Very entertaining evening. I only wish we’d had more time to explore on our own without 25 other people making a load of racket.
Next time – Nottingham Galleries of Justice in November.
Ciao for now MoFos. xX