Hello everyone,
I am ashamed to say that my novel has still not seen the light of day since my last entry, although I have written a short story inspired by the abandoned orphanage to add to my collection.
While the place was amazing and very atmospheric, the ghosts did not grace us with their presence. The EMF remained silent, the recorder picked up no spirit voices and the camera captured no orbs or anything else unworldly, although I did get some brilliant photographs of urban decay.
Standing alone in the corner of the great kitchen was a cobweb shrouded Christmas tree, complete with faded decorations. I wonder how long it had stood there? What memories it had? And how many chubby, little hands had touched its artificial branches over the years; it was quite a sad sight to behold. Once the centre of attention, its former glory now gone. Its only companions; the myriad spiders who now undoubtedly inhabit its tinsel clad body.
The feeling in the building had changed since our last visit; almost as if it were expecting us. It seemed to be holding its breath back behind its timber frame; waiting . . . .waiting for us to leave. It was not hostile or unwelcoming in any way, just empty.
In the small chapel that stands in the grounds, we found old hospital beds and blankets, their white fabric mouldy and rotting, while outside in the vast overgrown garden, a single yellow rose bloomed amid the wild grasses; the yellow rose of friendship maybe.
The no-show of anything supernatural was disappointing, but otherwise it was an amazing, interesting evening and I hope we have many more.
Until next time, happy ghost hunting.
