THE HAUNTED HOTEL Part one

A few years ago my husband went abroad for a week and I decided to use this time to stay at an Inn about 2 miles away from where my sister lives. Several times over the years whilst visiting her, I had thought it looked an interesting place in which to stay. This was an ideal opportunity and so I booked a double room, half board.

You can see this place on the Internet. It is called The George at Nunney (Somerset) and is a 15th century Hotel opposite the ruins of a moated 14th century castle. I love the place and was really looking forward to staying there. I knew nothing about it at all, but did wonder if it was haunted or if I would "pick up" anything whilst staying there. Now, I may be a psychic medium, but I have never seen a ghost which is a totally different thing to what I do. I still haven't seen one, but, I now know they exist. My first night was about to be very scary in some ways.

On arrival I was shown to my room which was sort of on the 2nd or 3rd floor. The main stairs take you to a first floor hotel lounge. From this room there are three exits. One takes you back the way you came, the furthest door takes you to all the main hotel bedrooms and the third exit on the right hand side of this room, takes you to where I was to stay. It led to two bedrooms on that level, but there were about six steps leading to another room on its own at the very top of the Hotel. This was the room given to me. These three rooms were quite cut off from the main body of the hotel and even though it was very nice, the fact I was alone made me a little nervous at being so cut off. Little did I realise then, that I was actually the only guest staying in the hotel that night.

I unpacked my things, had a quick wash and then left to go and visit my sister who lived in an adjoining village. She was to join me for dinner on the Friday evening, but the first two nights I would dine alone. I got back to the Inn at about 4pm with the intention of having a relaxing bath, a lie down reading for an hour or so and then a walk around the castle opposite before coming back and having a drink (or two) outside by the river before dinner. All best laid plans and all that.

As I came back into the hotel, there were two ladies sitting there with a cup of tea. They said hello and asked if I would like to join them. They introduced themselves as the owner and her friend who was also the hotel receptionist. It was kind of them to ask and so I agreed. We had a cup of tea and about an hour later we all had a glass of wine. Why not, I thought. I was on holiday and wasn't driving anywhere. How pleasant was this.

Where we were sitting was in the reception area. The reception desk was mainly in the hallway, but you could look through from the desk area into the bar which was behind a thick stone wall. As I sat there with them both sipping my wine I asked a question without thinking what I was doing. I looked at the owner and asked her who the man was who used to come in every day and sit on a stool at the bar in a corner by the door. I told her he smoked as he had just blown smoke into my nostril, that he wore a soft cloth cap and was called Tom. I don't know who was more stunned, them or me.

I am not now talking about the ghost. This was me picking up something mediumistically. This never used to happen to me like that but this place was something else and my gifts have never been stronger than they were in the George that holiday. I was asked what I was talking about and they were fascinated by my answer. They looked at each other knowingly but never said why. I found out the next morning why they had looked at each other like that. In fact, later that night in reality. Anyway, they said they didn't know who it was as the owner had only been there for about two years so wasn't sure about past regulars.

I later went up to my room, had my bath and went down for dinner. There was the residents dining room or another eating area for non residents in the lounge bar. I chose to eat in the lounge bar area as it had more character and I wanted to see what the local villagers were like. It was a good decision. I had a superb meal and then after I had finished was approached by the landlady. She told me that a man called Richard was bound to be in at any minute and that he had been a regular each night for many years. If anyone knew who I had been talking about earlier, it would be him.

He arrived and they asked him if they knew a man who smoked, wore a cloth cap and sat on the same stool in the corner at the bar every night. Before they could say more, he said "Oh yes, that'll be old Tom". You could have knocked me for six. He told us more about him and then we left it with no more said. I was asked if I could pick up any more, but I couldn't as I was tired by now and ready for my bed. The next night in the hotel was to be an incredible experience for me and the whole village. This night, however, was to be the most incredible experience I have ever had.

At this point, I still did not know that I was the only guest in the hotel that night. I knew there was no one else in to eat, but in a hotel (or village Inn) so far from anywhere, I put it down to them having eaten in Bath or somewhere else they had been to see that day and assumed they would arrive later. Wrong! With what happened next all I can say is thank goodness I didn't know that night that I was alone apart from the owners, who were in another part of the hotel. If I had known then,due to what happened later, that I was the only one, I would have been petrified out of my skin. As it was, I put it down, at first, to someone playing a joke on me.

My room was very pleasant, quite spacious, had a pleasant outlook and a decent sized bathroom. It had an old wooden door with an old fashioned latch with a ringed handle. You know the sort. Twist the ring handle and the latch lifts. The weather was very hot and so I had the sash window wide open for air and to try and get a breeze in the room. I washed, changed and did all the usual and got into bed with the bedside light on, picked up my book and prepared to read to make my eyes tired enough to sleep. And then the first thing happened.

MY HOUSE IS ON THE MARKET

Well it was last year, but it isn't now. Due to falling prices we took it off until things settled. Listening to people moaning about Estate Agents, yet again, reminded me of a poem I wrote many years ago. I thought that those of you selling your homes, or thinking of it, may well be able to relate to this. I hope you enjoy it.


MY HOUSE IS ON THE MARKET


My house is on the market
And I feel that I am too
For they ask such personal questions
Why are they all so rude?

I've cleaned and polished, gardened too
Bleach in hand, I've scrubbed the loos
Straightened the curtains and hoovered the carpets,
The table's done, so please don't mark it.

Up and down and in and out
they poke their noses all about
They come they go, as well you know
In all the places not on show.

Now time has passed and the agent's rung,
"I've sold your house" he says
He seems very pleased but can't understand
Why I am seeing red.

For he only wants his commission,
it really isn't fair,
He' reduced my house down more and more
And doesn't seem to care

It's very strange how things have changed
All in the space of a day
To sell I was told, "prices are low"
But as a buyer "they've all shot higher"

Now another home I need to buy
Doing it his way I can't afford
So I'll stay where I am, or do it myself
And give him back his board.

PSYCHIC MEDIUM - A NEW WAY

Yesterday, a friend came to see me and I gave her a small reading. Now, not so long ago, I was told that I would work with a new gift. It was to be a slightly new way of working which would help to convince people who may otherwise be sceptical. I have many ways of working, but in mediumship, it is usually the dead who you give evidence of. I would appear to be giving it of the living as well now.

One of the gifts I use is that of Clairsentience. In other words, I feel the other person's emotions, illnesses, suffering, joy, whatever. Whilst giving the reading, I suddenly started to sniff and keep rubbing one side of my nose. I felt something in it and kept pulling on the side of my nose in order to make more space to breath. It was as though one side had caved in and needed stretching in order to get air through.

She immediately told me that was something she recognised about the man she was seeing. I then went with it and tried to see what else would follow. There was quite a bit and I had actually linked into him and was aware of everything he was feeling and doing at that very moment. I gave her all of the information. Where he was sitting, what the room looked like, what he had in front of him and what smell was around. Thoughts that were going on in his head, what he was trying to work on at that time and more. This was confirmed when he telephoned and she asked him some questions. Before he could tell her all, she then told him the rest which in turn stunned him.

Up until yesterday, I had not done it that way. I have always been able to get something, but not in that detail as though I was that person. I really felt as though I were him. It was quite uncanny. Now, is this the new gift I was told I would receive? I was told that it would make my work easier and that it was a way in which things would be verified easily. this could well be it then. Usually, it is a psychic way of working that gives you information from reading another person's energy. This was totally different. This was definitely mediumship in an incredible new form for me.

I stepped inside that person if you like. I cannot describe it any other way. I was in that room and yet I was also in my own drawing room with my friend. there is no way it was bi-location as I wasn't also seen at the boyfriend's place. He was totally unaware of anything at the time I linked in. He felt nothing, nor did he see or hear anything. how did that happen then?

I have to say that it wasn't creepy or worrying for me, it was just puzzling. At the time of doing it I felt nothing. I was just relaying all I was feeling, seeing, hearing and smelling. To me, I was a part of that person. When nothing more seemed to be forthcoming I withdrew and pulled myself back to awareness of my own surroundings. I was not in trance or any other such thing, but it was something very different. I am looking forward to the next time I work to see if it happens again.

What is rather nice about it all was the fact that she was able to confirm straight away that all I said was spot on. It was amazing that he telephoned just after we finished and that she was able to check it all out. One thing though, I was aware of a couple of things he was feeling that I kept to myself. When linking in like that, it would be too awful if something private was relayed to another person. This is something I would never do.

I was not trying to connect with him at all. I had been working in my normal way when she started speaking of him. It was as she did so that I, apparently, started taking on some of his mannerisms as well as the sniffing. He sniffs not in an awful way, but in a way that he is obviously uncomfortable. It wasn't loud or intrusive, but something he just does quietly. I also took on the way he sits and a habit he has with his hands when thinking. He sits with hands clasped and twiddles his thumbs. Whilst I was relaying the information, I was apparently sitting doing that all the way through and sitting exactly as he would.

Well, I don't know what you think, but I'm quite pleased with this new gift if that's what it is. I really look forward to the next sittings to see if it happens each time or just now and again. There were exceptional circumstances involved with this one, so maybe that's when it will manifest itself. Only time will tell. I'll let you know if it develops further. As I say, this is not at all unusual when giving evidence of those who have passed, but for me, it is highly unusual to do it for the living. I wonder what else awaits me in the future. What a lovely time this is.