Matt
'Head Honcho'
I have always had an underlying interest in life after death and what comes next. Let me take you on a journey through some key experiences that really shaped my interest.
When I was just a 16-year-old, my younger sister would often see and converse with an unseen presence she called “Grandad.” The curious part? Both our grandfathers were still alive at the time. One eerie evening, while babysitting, she walked downstairs, past the open front room door, and into the kitchen. I followed her voice and found her engaged in a full-blown conversation with an invisible entity in the dark. The hairs on my neck stood on end as I led her back to bed.
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Fast forward a few more years. I was living in an apartment atop an Ilfracombe hotel. Here, inexplicable events unfolded. A Victorian figure would appear at the foot of my bed, corridors carried the scent of pipe tobacco, and an unsettling feeling of being watched pervaded the space. The most chilling encounter began with the sensation of someone sitting on either side of my legs. As I woke up, I realised it wasn’t my partner but something else entirely. Frozen in place, I felt an invisible force pull me from the bed until I hit the floor. My partner woke to the commotion and pointed to a handprint on my arm—fingers facing inward. Definitely not my doing.
Surprisingly not long after we moved out.
What got me into ghost hunting was in fact my partner who bought us tickets to Shepton Mallet Prison. I immediately was sceptic and said, 'I don’t fancy running around in the dark with a torch...' However, I was hooked with the different equipment that was set off and the various methods old and new to communicate. Since then, we have been all over the country looking for different experiences at various locations from castles, prisons manor houses and hospitals. I can’t wait to see what you experience at our next event.
