A Ghost Dr. Held me hostage.
This is a juicy one. So, buckle up.
Now when I started out investigating the paranormal, I was very young, only 16 years old. I live in Colchester, Essex which is riddled with haunted locations, derelict buildings and old sites perfect for me and my team back then to whip out our equipment.
One such location is well known across the globe... Severalls Hospital. Severalls was an old mental institution which was shut down due to mistreatment of their patients. Back in the day, it didn't take a lot to end up there. Mental health and Learning disabilities were widely put down to things like delinquency and hysteria. So, there were a lot of people in the hospital, who didn't deserve to be there and being subjected to harsh, ineffective treatments like EST (electric shock therapy).
You can imagine the soul-destroying energy being emitted by young people with things like ADHD or Autism, being strapped to a chair and electrocuted for absolutely no reason.
Severalls is rife with spirits, and was left standing, boarded up, in the outskirts of Colchester for decades. Round the clock security patrolled the site (I would love to interview some of them, I bet they have seen some stuff). Now strictly speaking, Severalls was not open to the public, and getting in was trespassing, but I was young, and addicted to ghost hunting and not much stops me from getting a result.
My team and I broke in by jumping a fence on the far side of the hospital, it was the early hours of the morning, torches weren't allowed in case security saw them, and here me and my team are strolling around a massive abandoned hospital which held so much negative energy, the devil himself wouldn't even trick or treat there.
As we are searching room by room, running around like the military raiding a war zone. I barged into a room that stopped me in my tracks.
It was the surgery theatre. I wish so much you was there with me, because the energy in the room hit me like a brick wall. You can imagine all the torture that was happening in this room for 100's of years, only to be left deprived of living energy for decades. It was drawn to us like a moth to a lamp.
Now being a ghosthunter, we deal with negative energy every single day, and it comes at a price. Negative energy can bring you to your knees very quickly. Obviously, there is protection in place, but that can only do so much.
As I enter the theatre, I was taken over, not possessed, but I had tuned into the energy almost instantly and screams filled my mind. I had a wave of fear wash over me as spirits had projected what they had encountered in that room. I was taken back to various different era’s as scene after scene of "surgery" shot into my third eye like some sort of time-lapse Facebook video.
I let it. I want to know who and what is in the room and what happened.
I turn to my team and we have all smiled, I was the only psychic in the team, but you don't have to be psychic to feel energy.
We unpacked the equipment, started recording and used EMF's, Spirit boxes. Boards, everything in our arsenal to talk to the other side.
As my team done a board, I investigated the room, I rarely partake in boards, I love them, but I don't need them. I can talk to the spirits myself. In the background I can hear excited squeals from my team as word after word is spelt out.
The thing I loved about the room, is that it was as if it had just been abandoned, people just downed tools and left. It wasn't empty, drawers were still full of surgical tools, cupboards full of bandages and what not. The surgery table still had its bed clothes on it. As I look around connecting with various objects, my teams cry in the background become more aggressive.
I have been investigating the paranormal for decades, and I train my team so thoroughly, they know not to be beaten, they know how to handle aggressive spirits. they know!
I am walking around the room and instantly my psychic energy is dragged to a door which I had just assumed was a cupboard. My hand grasped the doorknob, and it was like it was fused to it, once I touched it, I couldn't let go. I didn't want to let go!
I tuned into my spirit guide rose. "Have you got me?" I ask. "Of course," she replied.
In I go.
I was expecting to open up a cupboard but to my delight behind the door was another room. A washroom / locker room. kind of like an en suite. there was an old wooden bench down the middle and a locker, but also a shower and toilet.
As I enter the room, I must admit I look back and think how stupid I was to go in alone. I was washed with happy energy. I didn't feel safe, but I didn't not feel safe either.
I know spirits dupe you, especially negative entities. They lie and project different energy to lure you into a false sense of security. Maybe it was the moment, maybe I didn't care, but I ignored all my own advice and I let it.
I was greeted by a spirit in surgical wear. He had a big smile on his face, and I met that smile.
Great. I've got contact this is going to be awesome.
"Hi, I am Jesse, can I ask who you are?" I said out loud. (you don't have to talk out loud to a spirit, but I always have, I just find it helps)
"Dr. Hoskin, nice to meet you" he replied.
Now I talked to him for a long time, and the gist of the conversation was that he was a Dr who loved to help people and he died in the early 1900's at the surgery of old age.
I carried on talking to him about the hospital and his experiences and he had nothing but nice things to say about it. Hang on in there though, because this is about to get real.
"Thank you Dr. this is amazing, I wish you all the best and take care" I said something along the lines.
As I turned to leave, I noticed the door was open about an inch, but I had left it wide open on purpose so my team could see me... never mind, must be old hinges, or the wind.
My hand went out and grasped the doorknob, and that's when it all changed.
I felt the door fly from my hand and slam shut.
What the fuck! I turned to the Dr. with a look of confused anger on my face, but his face put me on my arse.
What was, just moments ago, a smiley, happy eyed old man's face, was now snarling at me, almost spitting, his energy was shaking with anger.
"What's going on?” I asked, confused.
"You are not going" He spat back.
"Why are you doing this?" was the first thing that come to my mind.
"YOU ARE NOT GOING" he shouted back at me.
"Thank you for your messages, but I am going now" I told him, very careful to keep my cool but be firm and not feed him at all.
The next thing I know, I remember the pain in my arm as his fucking face started laughing and laughing and laughing.
Ok, enough is enough. I call Rose.
Now a lot of people think spirit guides are some sort of magical cure-all. They really are not. They are just all-knowing spirits who attach themselves to you and guide you through the spirit realm and guide spirits to you, their energy offers some kind of protection, but they are not angels or gods.
My arm is screaming in pain, like it was being gripped tightly and all the blood was going to burst out. I try not to panic and I close my eyes. I muster every bit of energy I have to push this weird Dr. back. As I close my eyes, I saw Rose emitting enough energy to power Essex.
I must admit, my stubborn energy faltered just a tad when I saw my spirit guide at her most powerful and it was barely touching this spirit.
Time to help her.
I push my energy out and grapple with the door, it isn't budging, the doorknob is turning easily but I might as well of been pulling an 18-wheel truck with my fingertips. It wasn't moving.
Now luckily, the rattle of the doorknob caught my team's attention. They began cleansing and rituals outside the door, and with Rose, me and my team. This spirit didn't stand a chance. He went.
But I can tell you now, negative energy is powerful!
On the way out of the hospital.
We got chased by security.
My friend gashed their leg on absolutely nothing.
My other friend slipped and hurt their ankle.
My other friend jumped onto a bit of wood and put a nail through their foot.
MY £150 spirit box never worked again.
Safe to say we cleansed the shit out of ourselves for about 45 minutes before we even got in the car.
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