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.

LOFTUS HALL

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! 🙂

People ask me all the time if I have something I wear to protect my self. No, but Yes. In all the years I have been hunting spirits I have changed so much. At first I would just hold my breath and hunted away in fear, then I received as a gift, a 5,600 year old bog oak wood talisman from Ireland. I was thinking what the f***. I never even knew what a talisman meant. I liked it a lot though and put it on. After wearing it for a few hours my chest started hurting where the talisman laid. I took it off and thought it was a bad thing since it hurt my chest and threw it out the van window. As it went out the window it flew back at me and let’s just say everyone in the van was shocked then wigged out. I then realized it was something special but it still freaked me out. I didn’t put it back on for months. It now is always on me everyday for a very good reason. But first, let me tell you about what the talisman is all about.
 
The talisman I wear around my neck is made of bog oak from the forests of Ireland. Hand carved and blessed by an Irish Arch Druid that has wise knowledge about creating these magical tools. The wooden talisman is cut from the tree and dried 2 – 3 years and blessed two times a day before it’s ready to be used. The wood is naturally black and the trees were living thousands of years ago, when the myths and legends from Ireland were being formed. These talisman are carved and brought to what they say is the most sacred and magical place in all the land of Ireland, Tara Hill, and then blessed and charged by Adge. In Irish mythology it is said to be the sacred place of the gods and a doorway to other worlds. Tara Hill they say is truly one of the sacred places on earth and is the center of an enormous energy vortex. That’s a special piece of wood I wear around my neck J
 
After I threw the talisman out the window cause it hurt my chest,
I learned that it was actually working. It was taking away the negative and helping me. I thought it was hurting me. Well, if you disrespect your talisman then it won’t work for you anymore. So I kept it to take home. As I was flying home I remember looking at it in my bag thinking, “oh great, bad luck charm now on the plane with me.” Not a good place to have it. When I got home I never took it out of my bag and forgot about it for a few days. When I did look for it, it was gone. I figured it fell out on the plane. I felt bad cause it was a very special object I had. 

A month goes by and I always think about how my chest hurt from the talisman, I thought about it often. Here is when it all changed and we reunited again, on a lockdown in a place I was really worried about and scared. I was at Essex Insane Asylum and we just get locked in. As I open the camera case to get the gear ready for the hunt, I notice my talisman is wrapped up in the camera I use. This was odd because I just checked the camera and put batteries in all the gear and it wasn’t there. From that point the gear stays in my room until I take it to the car and headed to location. So I know the gear never left my site. I have no idea how it got there and why, but I put it on and vow to never let it leave me again. This was so odd that it flew back at me and I lost it and it came back that I just didn’t question it anymore. I understand there are things in life that are in a way magical and mysterious. My talisman is one of them.
 
Over the years, there have been a few other times this talisman has made me believe even more in it.
 
1. I took it off to show some friends. I don’t let people touch it ever unless I feel their vibe is safe, and told them all about it. As my necklace just hung there from my finger, the talisman started moving upwards like a person on a swing and started going back and forth. Everyone jumped back and freaked out. I never took it off for years after that except when I shower. 
 
2. Sometimes I meditate and light candles in a circle and just find my ora. As I was thinking about Astral Projection and so much more, the talisman started to lift up and pull away from my neck. I snapped out of it and took it off. I threw it out of the circle and realized I shouldn’t have done that. Just then, a jar flew off my counter in the kitchen and shattered all over the floor. I felt like maybe I was tricked and took it off. Like something was pulling it off me and then, not thinking, I took it off. Why do I feel like that? Well, it wasn’t until after the Voodoo lockdown I realized why.
 
3. I never put my talisman back on for about four months. About three weeks after I took it off I went and did the Voodoo ritual on Ghost Adventures. If u watch all the episodes, I’m always wearing it but not then or after, for a while. I went through nine months of a depression from that Voodoo ritual. For the first three months I never thought once about putting it on. After I realized it I put it back on and things got a little better for me. It still took me many days and nights to get through it but I concentrated on working on my stuff at home and traveling for Ghost Adventures. I live, work, breath, and sleep in the scary world of paranormal but that’s how its supposed to be. I’m learning too much not to pay attention to what’s happening around me. 
 
So, now I wear it again every day. Since the first season of Ghost Adventures it’s been on my neck and will be until I am no more. One more thing, one time someone punched me in the chest joking around and hit me hard right on the talisman. The hit knocked the wind out of me. It hurt so bad, then I realized after I looked down at my shirt, that my talisman is stuck in my chest and I’m bleeding all over. It felt like I was branded like superman in the TV show Smallville, LOL. As I pulled it away from my chest it was sticking in my skin. It felt so weird pulling it away from me. Like a bandage that’s stuck to a wound, but i realized my blood was on it and the talisman was in me in a way. Sounds odd, but that’s how it is, odd things with it. I continue this journey with all I have to face and fear along with it.

I believe the talisman doesn’t keep me safe from spirits but keeps me and my ora grounded. Now I’m understanding why the talisman fell in my lap. Its funny how life works, one day u live a normal life as a Production Cameraman to a real life Spirit Hunter. My point is, I thank the way the world works and for receiving this talisman. It really helped me believe even more that spirits roam with me and what I wear on my neck is no joke. If I was to lose it again then that’s the way it is and I won’t need it then. But I plan on having it the rest of my existence in this human body. It’s been with me the entire Ghost Adventures journey.
 

Aaron