17th October 2008

Having arrived in Pevensey and spending an hour in the nice, warm, pub opposite the castle entrance it was quite a shock to venture back outside into the cold night. We do insist on our chilly autumns creeping up on us in this country!I didn’t pick up anything as we wondered around a damp field – the old Roman road - in our quest to locate the ‘Albert Tillie’ tree. Clare had smelt strong alcohol around one of the trees on a previous visit, though we didn’t have any similar sensations on this occasion (not even offered by the local teeny drinkers – was too cold and damp, even for them!). We were actually having some difficulty in locating the exact tree in question, and the only sensation I picked up on was being watched from afar by a group of youths. Though we must have looked quite eerie to any passengers on the passing trains as we made our way around the trees, shining our torches. We were about to give up on finding the tree when I spotted a dark silhouette making its way quite purposely towards us, coming from some trees to the east of us.This was when things started getting ‘interesting’.

Whoever this figure was, I had no idea. Definitely male, however. He vanished as I made my way towards him, and the tree he seemed to have come from. I immediately picked up on an extremely strong sense of anger – directed at us. Not at all pleasant. This entity, spirit – call it what you will – was not happy about us being there. Not happy at all. We took various photos and camera footage, and Johan attempted an EVP recording. But this thing was certainly not feeling cooperative. Johan decided to goad it into manifesting itself. As soon as he did this I was drawn to a specific spot under the tree – and I really wish I hadn’t been. I felt quite ill, and extremely drained. Tammy and Clare both mentioned how cold this particular spot was, and I admit – I was actually feeling quite afraid at this point. Johan kept telling it to show itself. As he did, the words ‘If you want showing – I’ll show you!’ kept repeating over and over again in my head, never a good sign. I could feel something was drawing energy from us, I was feeling worse by the second, and the guys’ equipment was being affected. As we were about to leave the tree, it struck. At me – of course! A large, angry dark-haired man (‘modern’, certainly not Roman) – though balding – and with a thick moustache launched at me, with both arms swinging. I really do hate it when they do that. The force and the surprise of the attack caused to me fall backwards, though fortunately not into the mud. I picked up on no name, just pure anger. I could not make out any details of clothing etc. This thing was literally right in my face. I was extremely glad when it stopped, luckily as quickly as it started. I felt physically sick, and more than a little shocked. I was very glad when we moved away from the area, towards the graveyard.

As we entered the graveyard – still very much in use – I became aware of a much more benevolent entity. Perhaps a protector of sorts, and VERY old. Ancient, even. This was all well and good as we were being followed by our friend from the Roman road. The girls both complained of headaches in the area, which really did not surprise me. I personally felt much better. My energy was being recharged and I felt a protective force was watching over us. A very welcome change. As we moved to the drainage area, north-east of the graveyard, I once again picked up on our less than helpful entity from before, just beyond the bushes. For whatever reason it could not cross towards us. Something I do not doubt our friendly protector was responsible for. Whatever the reason, I was most pleased.
 
Continuing along to the embankment at the side of Pevensey Castle, we made our way to a cluster of trees where it is believed people were hanged in the past. I didn’t pick up anything, perhaps surprisingly – though Johan had a most inconvenient power drain on his Dictaphone. After attempting another EVP experiment, we heard voices approaching our direction, so thought it best to move on. I had already been confronted once tonight, I didn’t really relish the prospect of another, more physical encounter!

We wandered up to the main entrance of the Castle. Clare had had small stones thrown at her there, in the past. No such luck this time, though. I didn’t pick up on anything, though Tammy’s Camcorder was rapidly losing power. We decided to call it a day, and retuned to the inviting warmth of Johan’s car!

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