Hexham and the psychic attack

Hexham is an ideal location for a stopover if you want to visit Hadrian’s Wall – the vast wall built by the Roman Emperor Hadrian in the 2nd Century C.E.

M and I decided to stay in Hexham, Tynedale, as the last stop of our North-Eastern UK tour. By this time we had come to rely upon Trip Advisor as it had been highly successful so far. For some reason we had difficulty locating a good hotel, inn or bed & breakfast in Hexham. Nothing seemed to fit right, and the ones that were highly recommended were all booked up – on a week night? When it wasn’t the school holidays? How peculiar, we thought. What’s so special about Hexham?

M had a “funny feeling” and was trying everything she could do not to stay in Hexham. My rational brain was dominant, however, and I couldn’t see any reason why we shouldn’t stay there. It was early evening, we were tired, the town was close to the Wall, and it would have amenities. Seemed like a good choice. M insisted we try elsewhere, so I drove ten miles outside to a recommended inn, but it was full already. So, back we went, using Trip Advisor to guide us to a convenient but well-liked Hexham hotel.

I should have known. It was recommended for its “englishness” and “quaintness”. For “english” read “eccentric” and for “quaint” read “out-dated”. As we entered the hotel the proprietress appeared, almost quite literally out of thin air! Both of us felt there was something not right about the owner and the place – she kept popping up behind us unexpectedly and had a “knowing” air about her which we felt quite intimidatory.

The Haunted Hotel

We asked to see the two rooms she had available so she showed them to us. The first one was dismal! It had a four-poster bed but M wouldn’t step into the room! I walked through very quickly to be polite, but even my dull psychic senses were throbbing, and a voice in side my head was creaming “NO! Don’t stay in this room!”. We declined and went to the next one. It was lighter, brighter and felt better. We agreed to take it.

When we went to pick up our bags M came back up the stairs in a panic. Something, she said, had attached itself to her as she walked up the stairs! I immediately dowsed this and confirmed that something had indeed latched onto her. The creepiness and creakiness of the place was beginning to become a problem. I used a technique I had learned from some spirit release books, and removed the spirit energy – with the help of some spirit entities that I could call upon for such work. The piggy-backing visitor did not leave easily, but with a bit of encouragement from my side we pushed it away.

I set about putting up a protective ring of crystals to ward off any further intrusions or unwelcome visitors of the invisible kind. I hasten to add, this is not something I go around doing on a regular basis and I wasn’t very well prepared for it. I just happened to have brought some crystals that I could use, but they weren’t the ideal ones for this sort of work. We “settled in” as best we could, not unpacking too much because we knew we would be away the next morning. I looked on my phone for some restaurants that we could eat at. We found one in the row of shops just opposite the hotel, and it came well recommended so we wandered across. From that point onwards things began to get even more odd!

The Sudden Appearance

As we sat at the table the restaurant began to fill up for the evening trade. At one point I looked at the new arrivals at the table next to us – it was the creepy landlady and her husband. We politely registered that we had seen them. We had finished our meals before them and so headed back to the hotel, full of food and feeling better about the world. We used our key to get into the front door and were about to head on upstairs when who should appear right behind us? The creepy landlady. Our minds boggled – how had she managed to finish her meal and get back over here, and into the hotel by some other (longer) route, and appear next to us unseen and unheard? Now we were spooked! She said good night to us with a scary false smile, and we hurried off up the stairs to our room.

We tried to get some sleep. I could feel, as I lay on the bed, that something was trying to “get at” me – a kind of psychic probing. I could feel pressure as though something was trying to get into my head. I hoped the crystals and my intentions to create a barrier sphere of energy would be enough to withstand the assault. I seemed to work for the moment – enough for me to get to sleep. Maybe that was the worst thing I could have done, sleep? As I went into deep sleep (and my awareness switched to another dimension) then the attacks may have got worse for suddenly M was wide awake and nudging me. She could feel something “not right”. We had a fitful sleep for the rest of the night and couldn’t wait for morning.

The barrier I had constructed with the crystals was only partially successful that night. I should have tried to neutralise any incoming energy rather than to try to block it out. The crystals weren’t up to that job. as my wife was barraged all night by attempts to connect to her, and not in a pleasant informative way, but a creepy vampiric way. Something, or someone had been trying to connect to us with tendrils of thought energy.

In the morning all was pleasantness on the surface but I felt that there was a series of hidden exchanges going on between us – a kind of unspoken dialogue and I was still in a battle of wits using all my psychic strength to repel attempts to inquire about us, or to connect to us and drain us of energy. By now it could have been sleep deprivation that was making the feelings worse, but I’ve never had a night that I can remember that was quite so strange as that night in Hexham. I won’t be going back to that hotel. Ever. We couldn’t get out of there fast enough, but I nearly took the key with me and had to return it, having one more final interaction with the creepy landlady and her crooked smile.

Once out of the town we breathed a collective sigh of relief. What a strange night, and one that we never wanted to repeat!

Gwas.