As an investigator, I've journeyed through countless haunted jails, each echoing with tales of the past, reverberating with unexplained activity, history-soaked walls, and the ever-present haunting atmosphere of long corridors and suffocating cells. But Wicklow Gaol... there's an ominous distinction to it. Its history reveals conditions of unparalleled brutality.
From our recent Investigation, two sites stood out starkly: the exhibition area upstairs—once believed to be a chapel—and the mysterious Cell 14. Both seethed with palpable energy and gave us a treasure trove of data.
Setting the scene, we began as always—with our meticulous initial sweep, blending Chris's intuitive impressions with a rigorous equipment check. This included baseline tests, our trusted method to ensure the accuracy of data as the day unfolds. But in Wicklow, the 'normal' was quickly overshadowed by the 'extraordinary'.
While investigating the exhibition area, we utilised the Mel Meter. This intricate device detects electromagnetic fluctuations and features a REM function, emitting a field that, when interrupted, alerts us. With all precautions against false readings in place, we anchored the REM-Pod in a suspected paranormal hotspot.
As our protocols dictate, we aimed to synchronise REM-Pod activations with other evidence forms—EVPs, temperature shifts, or personal experiences. That's when the surreal occurred. My trusted DR60 Recorder spontaneously shut down. The telltale 'pop' of its speaker signalled its unexpected cessation—even though it stood untouched, feet away. Though my initial hunch blamed drained batteries, they were fully charged. This anomaly, baffling yet intriguing, has been safely archived in our evidence vault.
In tandem, the Mel REM signalled activity. Chris's Structured Light Sensor Camera, employed to visually map the anomaly, captured a figure. The image—untainted by any false readings—synchronised seamlessly with the REM, the DR60's activity, and the erratic electromagnetic readings that followed.
Convinced of this area's significance, Evelyn and I revisited it. A biting cold, sharper than the winter night's chill, enveloped the area. As we resumed focusing on the barrel, the electronic devices immediately sprung to life. Placing two ball indicators atop the barrel, designed to signal any movement or internal function disruption, I watched, astounded, as only one flickered to life—despite both being exposed to the same conditions.
Our equipment chronicled a dance of electromagnetic energy weaving around the room. This energy surge triggered the REM-Pod and activated one of the ball indicators (Even though they are not triggered by such) —corroborating evidence that something inexplicable was indeed transpiring.
Our Investigation wasn't solely reliant on one method. We combined multiple techniques for validation, encompassing audio, energy, ball indication, SLS mapping, and environmental changes. It's the synergy of these methods that every investigator yearns for—and we achieved it, all condensed within a specific area of our Investigation.
Cell 14: A Journey Beyond the Tangible
Transitioning to Cell 14, my experience was deeply personal, one that couldn't be shared with our audience entirely: the essence of a fragrance.
While Evelyn had forewarned us about the possibility of pungent odours lingering in certain areas of the Jail, what greeted me was the delicate scent of rose perfume. It was reminiscent of a fragrance perhaps a grandmother might've worn in bygone days.
As I took my first steps into the cell, Ruth, our Series Producer, accompanied me to the threshold. She, too, was enveloped by the same scent, ensuring it wasn't a fleeting figment of my imagination.
Before delving deeper into my session, I scrutinised the cell for possible sources, like air fresheners. The cell, predictably, had no trace of them. My intrigue deepens, and I extend an invitation to fellow Irish Investigators: Have you encountered this ethereal aroma before?
The Franks box ITC session that followed was nothing short of astonishing. Distinct footsteps echoed, each resonating thud sending chills. Though engrossed, I missed out on nuances, including a whispered name—Alec Ingrim or perhaps just Alec. It was only after the keen observation of some viewers and colleagues that this detail surfaced. Our engagement through the device was so profound that I momentarily forgot to narrate the experience; such was the magnetism of the moment.
But the session was punctuated by an all too familiar noise—chains or keys clinking. Determined to find its source, I ventured outside, expecting to perhaps find a crew member or staff. The enveloping darkness of the Jail revealed no one. A mystery encapsulated within moments of heightened activity.
While my experience in Cell 14 was profound, Chris Fleming's exploration of Wicklow Gaol presented its own revelations, potential evidence, and a deeply moving final session. I must stress here—what you witness of Chris on camera, especially the profound emotions he displays is no act. Even when the cameras ceased rolling, his sentiments ran deep, evident in how this case still resonates with him. It's not just a fleeting moment for the camera; it's a chapter of his life's mission.
It was an exemplary data collection night—a testament to the relentless whispers of history that Wicklow Gaol holds within its walls.
Join us this Friday as our journey through Haunted Ireland continues. Same time, same place, and look for information on that exact location as this week progresses, right here in the Scottish Paranormal portal. Till Then, stay Spooked!
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