I can’t tell you how crazy these lockdowns in Ireland were for me. Never in my mind could I think of what happened to me, could happen. I was stoked when I found out we were going to Ireland. I’ve always heard that it was amazing. All of the history and legends that happened there makes it a very different place. We went where Halloween began Many people have had good and bad experiences at Routh Crowen cave; mine was very good. It was so awesome to crawl under the earth! I was uneasy at first but I then realized that I needed to go there. You’ll learn why in the new book that I’m writing. But during that moment I knew this was going to be the lockdown of my life, and it was.
After leaving the hole of Halloween, as I like to call it, we got back to our hotel, which was a real castle. It was wicked creepy with the forest as its back yard. I was outside one night when I heard a woman scream from the woods. I heard, “Nooooo!” I thought some one was dying! About twenty minutes later a cop drove up to the hotel, which is in the middle of nowhere. I went up to him to see if what I heard was the reason he was there. He had heard no reports of anything suspicious, but went to check it out. It was so late at night that I went to my room and passed out. The next morning the cop told the hotel that nothing had happened and that it was all good. Later on the trip I learned that what I heard was the banshee. I learned about this at the next location…
The Hellfire Club. Ok, let’s rewind. Years ago we investigated the Hellfire Cave where I participated in a ritual performed by Lady Snake to bring out the vibe of the cave. Let’s just say that moment hasn’t left me till this day.
Ever since the ritual of the Hellfire Cave, I have felt different, but in a good way. Then we hunted the Hellfire Club and I have never felt so much at home. As we reached the top of the mountain I sensed more and more a feeling of being comfortable. I had no idea that as soon as I walked into the building made of tombstones robbed from the ground, I would have flashes of what it used to look like. I could see the parties and the rituals going on. I don’t know if it was me, or if it had to do with the ritual I did at the Hellfire Cave years ago, but in an odd way, I felt right at home. And because of my past with the Hellfire Cave, I knew this was going to be the one experience that I’d been waiting for.
Lockdown night. As I walked to the Hellfire Club I started to think this could be my last day. That thought kept going through my mind on the drive up the hill. I thought, “Ok we need to stop real fast.” If you haven’t read my blog about my talisman then do it now, and then come back to this. I’ve worn this talisman for almost the whole time that I have been hunting. When I first walked around the Hellfire Club and had my moments of familiarity, my talisman started to burn my chest. I thought that maybe I bumped into something at first, but I knew exactly what was happening after feeling the pain. What really started to kick in was the fact that my talisman is from the boke wood found in Ireland. It almost felt like the wood around my neck was activating or coming alive! As we left the Hellfire Club, after the interviews, I couldn’t shake the visions and feeling of this place. I am nervous, but excited to find out what went down tonight in the lockdown!
For years, I’d get asked the question, “If you could interview anyone dead or alive, who would it be?” I always say the devil. I just think it’s the interview that would tell his side of the story. I mean, just an interview and nothing else! I don’t want to go to hell, lol!
Well after some time and getting home and through a few dreams, I think I did. That moment when my ear was grabbed, a thousand thoughts flashed through my mind. After like five seconds I got back to myself and ran out. As I stood there, all these emotions ran through me and I started to cry. All I could think was that it’s too late, it doesn’t matter anymore, and I’m fucked. But after about ten minutes of getting myself together again, all I could feel was that deep down, I knew that the devil had touched me. I didn’t want to say it out-loud because I would have sounded stupid, but after a bit I did. Lets just say that hearing it from the same banshee voice I have been hearing all week say, “Satan,” just proved me right. Knowing that made my heart drop. Sitting there on the hill where the devil once stood, and knowing my history with the hellfire group, I knew that there was a reason for what had just happened to me. I’m not saying I like the feeling, because to this day, I still feel those emotions. Every single day.
As we went down the hill I couldn’t shake what had just happened. I would gain my composure and be ok for about a minute, but then it was back to an emotional rollercoaster. We stopped, and all I could do was break down. As I explained, “This is a way of life,” we heard a woman scream, “Noooo.” This was my second time hearing her on this trip. I realized that my life wasn’t normal nor will it ever be, but this time it went too far with the evil of a spirit. It was the worst of the worst.
When I say that it’s too late and stuff, I mean that I’m kinda fucked in a way. Getting touched by the worst spirit, ‘the devil,’ was no easy thing to shake. I still haven’t shook the feeling. It feels like I’m reminded every day.
As soon as we walked into the building I started having flashes. I visited some of the rooms in my dreams a week before I even saw Loftus Hall. As we pulled up to the most haunted house in Ireland, it was almost like we went back in time. Knowing what happened at this location with the devil, the hellfire club, and everything, I knew deep down that this was going to be the toughest lockdown I’ve been on yet. I knew it because of what I had just went through earlier. Hearing the stories of the guy who owns the hall put odd thoughts in my head. It was almost like I had heard the story before.
For about a week and a half before this lockdown, I was having nightmares about one room. The room ended up being the room where the girl was chained up to a bed. When he opened the doors I just about passed out. I knew this was the spot in my dreams. I felt as if I was back…
As I sat at the poker table, I started to think that it was a really bad idea. But, I’ve been this far so why not? In my mind, I was so nervous and scared. All I could think about was like, the door opening and it’s battle time. You know like at the start of Saving Private Ryan… The door to the landing boat drops and bam! D-Day! Having to just to sit there and wait, not knowing what was coming. Dude! I was there for a while, about ten to fifteen minutes, and when I started feeling a presence around me. As I sat there, I felt like I couldn’t move, but at the same time I could move it was just that I didn’t want that kind of feeling. I figured the best way to get activity was to start dealing the cards. After dealing to four positions (I don’t know why I did that), I picked my cards up. No joke, it was three sixes. I thought, “Of course it is.” There wasn’t any good feeling after that. I felt like I just entered a movie you see on TV. The last week flashed before my eyes, and the touch I felt at the Hellfire Club kicked in. Then that’s when the figure showed up on my shoulders and my other ear was touched. I’m in a zone and not afraid of what’s happening. I was in a ‘zone comma,’ as I like to call it. I could feel the spirit or evil being on me as it just chilled there. Putting my hand out and the entity reaching for it felt so odd. It was almost as if it was my pet. It would leave then come back to me again. As time went on, the guys went to other places in the house and I stayed there alone. I couldn’t move. Like in the movie Kill Bill when she’s like, “Wiggle your toes. Wiggle your toes!” and finally does. That was me, telling myself to get up over and over again! After about ten minutes I finally snapped out of it and stood up. This is when I went out side and threw up a little bit before regrouping with the guys.
As soon as I left the card room my talisman started to get hot and my chest began to burn. My chest burned for three days and then the pain finally went away. As we hunted the night away I felt that I was in a different place. It was almost as if I was back to finish something that I had started in a different lifetime.
Ireland. It was a trip that I never will forget.
When I got home all hell broke loose on me, ya know that kinda thing. I basically hung out on my own for two months and worked. I was in a state of depression, choosing not to talk to anyone about it. I was still seriously affected by the lockdown. So, I just sat back and watched and listened to the crazy paranormal stuff going on at my house. Chilling at the house with, what all I can explain as the scariest spirit ever. To this day I still can’t shake the feeling I had at the Hellfire Club. But what I learned on this hunt will be something that I will never forget.
People ask me of I get cleansed. I don’t. I will when I’m finally done hunting. Until then, I will learn from every experience and every lockdown. This lockdown taught me that once, in a past life, I was maybe part of the Hellfire Club. Ok, there is so much more to this, but you will have to wait until my book comes out!