Publishing: It’s Your Decision

Over the past few weeks, I’ve seen an increase in people talking down to or just downright insulting those of us that self-publish our books. I don’t understand this mentality. There are many reasons why someone might choose to self-publish their work and several different ways that they can do it. None of these reasons means that they are any less of a writer or that they deserve to be talked down to or treated like crap.

For me, self-publishing was always the way I was going to go. So when I wrote Creatures, publishing using KDP seemed like the logical choice. It was my first book and something that I just wanted to get out into the world. I didn’t fancy spending hours trying to bag an agent or a traditional publisher, and it meant that I could have more creative control over the story, look and feel of the novel. Yes, there is a lot of work required for marketing your self-published book, but even that is nothing compared to querying multiple places.

Creatures did alright going the self-publish route, so when it came to my next novel, The Next Stage, it was a no brainer, really. Even though I knew that this was a better novel than my previous one, I still wanted to have complete creative control over my work.

Being a traditionally published author doesn’t mean that your work is any better than those that choose the self-publish route. I’ve read some brilliant self-published stories just like I’ve read some shite traditionally published ones.

Editing of self-published books is another thing that has been dragged through the dirt. Many self-published authors do so without any financial backing. They have to do everything from writing, editing, cover creating and marketing themselves. Sometimes things slip through the cracks editing -wise. I get less annoyed by errors in a self-published book than I do when finding them in traditionally published books that have professional editors behind them. Plus, the good thing about self-publishing your book is that if you or someone else spots an error, it’s a simple case of editing your manuscript and re-uploading it, whereas God knows what it would take to change a traditionally published book.

I’m not mentioning any names, but one person in particular on Twitter has been kicking up a stink recently and trying to rip self-published authors to shreds. However, when I looked into their publishing, they’re using a hybrid publisher. A hybrid publisher is a publishing house that wants you to pay and do all the work, but they take credit for the work. In other words, you pay for the privilege of being a self-published author. In simpler terms, you get ripped off! Maybe this method works for some people, but it seems too dodgy to me. It certainly doesn’t give you the right to piss all over other people’s hard work. I got an offer from a hybrid publisher for The Next Stage, but I didn’t have £3000 – and wasn’t willing – to throw at them to basically do nothing

I guess what I’m trying to say in this blog post is simply this; stop being a dick. People have reasons why they take the route they take with their work, and it’s not for anyone else to comment on.

I’ve had it said to me that self-published authors aren’t real authors and couldn’t get traditionally published if they tried. The thing is…I don’t want to try. I’m happy – as are many other people – with the way that I publish, so I say again; stop being a dick.

This post turned into a little more of a rant than I originally planned, but I get fed up of idiots gatekeeping being an author. If you write, you’re an author. Whether you publish your work or just have it in a notebook that only you look at. Don’t let anybody tell you what route to go with your work. At the end of the day, it’s your time and effort that’s gone into it, so do with it as you see fit.

Whichever way you decide to publish your works, remember one thing – don’t be a dick.

Ghostly Occurrences in Apartment 42: Part XIII

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

Part VIII

Part IX

Part X

Part XI

Part XII

Part XIII


In last week’s post, I finished going through the YouTube videos and all that I experienced whilst recording them. I also talked about why I stopped filming. This doesn’t mean that things stopped happening however.

I would see and hear things around the flat daily, but because of being scratched and fearing for what else this unknown entity could do, I no longer wanted to film anything.

Several visitors to the apartment would also experience things from shadows and noises to cold spots as time went on. But there wasn’t anything that felt as bad as that night did.

This would change, however, when Alex moved in with me.

I didn’t wait long before I showed her the videos and explained everything that had been happening. She freely admitted that although she didn’t think I had any reason to make it up, she didn’t necessarily believe me, that is until things started to happen to her.

It wasn’t long before she started to see shadows similar to the ones I’d seen – in the corner of rooms and at the front door.

In summer – a few months after she’d moved in – she was going for a late-night cigarette at the Juliet balcony. When she came back into the bedroom, she asked if I had just been out and stood in the doorway. I told her I hadn’t moved, and she explained what had happened. While she was stood at the doors, she heard footsteps on the carpet behind her and saw someone stood in the doorway. She said that it felt like someone was watching her. It was like I had come out of the bedroom, stood at the door to the lounge for a few seconds and then went back to bed. The feeling that she had lined up with the way that I had felt on numerous occasions. This was just the start of things.

In the night, we both started to see a shadow in the bedroom just behind the door. It wasn’t just a shadow; it looked like it had some substance. When a car would pull into the car park that was behind the flat, headlights would shine into the room, but they wouldn’t light up the shape. It was as if the blackness just absorbed the light. This shape would appear nightly and would move to the front door if we left the bedroom to go to the bathroom. Over the following weeks, this shadow would move closer to the bed and eventually would be stood by the bookcase right at the end of the bed. This closeness left us with a feeling of being watched by something intrusive.

One night when we were both asleep, I awoke to the sound of Alex shouting. I was pretty out of it after taking my meds, but I asked her what was wrong, and she told me that she had woken up to seeing something over me. When she described it, she said it was a person with white eyes and their mouth hanging open – she kept repeating white eyes. I didn’t feel anything, and I couldn’t wake myself up, so I ended up going back to sleep. The next day she told me all about what she had seen. She explained that it was a person that she could still picture. It was hovering above me with its mouth wide open and had bright white eyes. She said that when she saw it, her fight or flight had kicked in and she was ready to fend off a person in our flat. When she had shouted out, she said that the thing turned its head to look directly at her and then slowly retreated down the bed and faded away into the darkness of the room. To this day, she can still picture the thing that was over me. I wish I had been more awake or that I had seen it too. I’d never had anything so clear. The only person who had seen an actual face was my friend Mark.

This night left an impression on Alex, and she started to experience a lot more strange occurrences. Like me, she would be in the bathroom having a shower and would see shadows on the other side of the curtain. One time she heard a hard banging on the bathroom door; thinking I was back from work, she called out to me, but there was no answer. The front door was locked, so no one could have got in.

By now, I wasn’t really experiencing all that much. I would occasionally see the shadow behind the front door if I got up in the night or the shape at the end of the bed, but nothing to the scale of what I had previously had.

We both were now of the impression that since the night she had seen the thing over me, that whatever this was now knew that she was there and had started to lock more onto her.

The next thing that would happen would freak Alex out to the point where she nearly left the flat.

One wintery evening, when she had got back from work, Alex was sat on the bed reading her phone in the dark, when she saw something move at the end of the bed. When she went to investigate, she saw that one of our giant microbes had moved off the bookcase. It was on the lower shelf and couldn’t have just rolled off. She had seen it enter her eye line before it fell to the floor. When she looked at the corner of the room, she could see the shape blocking the doorway – by this point, an oppressive feeling was emanating from it. Using her foot, she lifted the microbe back up onto the shelf. She quickly put the torch on her phone and made a dash for the door, and ran to the lounge, putting lights on as she went. She then called me. I was at work but was coming to the end of the day. I could hear the fear in her voice, so I left work without a second thought and made my way home. On my journey, we spoke on the phone, and by the time I got home, I half expected her to be sat in the car park. But when I got back, she was seated in the lounge.

When things like this had happened before, I could feel it when I entered the flat, but this time everything felt normal. I said hello to Alex and quickly went into the bedroom. When I turned the light on, the microbe was back on the floor and was now a few feet away from the bookshelf. I called Alex and asked about it, and that’s when she told me about putting it back. I picked I up and put it back on the shelf again. I could see that Alex was visibly shaken by what had happened. It certainly felt like it knew she was here now. This being said, things seemed to quieten down for a bit, with only the usual shadows being seen.

A few months later, we were having a drunken music night in the lounge after spending the day packing, ready for our imminent move. The night was foggy, and still, there wasn’t even the sound of cars outside. It had gotten quite late, and I went to the bathroom while Alex had a cigarette at the patio doors. When I left the room and passed the spare room, I heard a rustling noise coming from the centre of the room where we had stacks of boxes. Paying this no mind, I went into the bathroom. A few seconds later, there was an almighty noise. I thought that someone in the flat upstairs had slammed a door. When I came out of the bathroom, it was dark. It was then that I noticed that the door to the lounge was shut. I opened it up and saw Alex stood at the balcony. When I asked what happened, she told me that the door had just slammed. Now, when I left the room, I had opened the door wide and left it that way. There was no reason that we could see why the door slammed with such force. There was no breeze outside as it was foggy, and neither of us was near it. I remembered the noise from the spare room. It was as if something had seen us split up and wanted to keep us separate. I went to the spare room and closed the door. After that, we were on edge, and it felt like something was there with us.

A few nights later, we were watching a film in bed when we heard some pots rattle in the kitchen. We sat for a moment, stunned by the noise before we went to investigate. We couldn’t see anything out of place, but we sat for a bit and talked. Then, as we were in the lounge, I saw a bright white light seemingly pass through the hallway. I turned to Alex to ask her about it, but I knew that she’d seen the same thing I had without her saying anything. When we saw this, we didn’t get the oppressive feeling we’d had before, though.

As I said, we were in the middle of packing boxes ready for our move. Years earlier, I had bought some magnetic words and letters for the fridge – the kind that you can make poems and sentences with. We had taken all these off the fridge, put them in a sandwich bag and put that in a box. One day we were making food in the kitchen. We had been to and from the fridge multiple times. At one point, I went to get a drink and saw that right in the middle of the fridge door was one of the magnetic words. It was an ‘a’. I asked Alex about it, and she said she hadn’t noticed it either. We spent a while trying to work out where it had come from. It can’t have been left there, and it can’t have been dropped on the floor and somehow stuck itself back up there. It was dead centre on the top door of the fridge – we couldn’t explain it. But it felt like it was a message. That whatever this was knew Alex was here and had turned its attention to her.

On our last night in the apartment, we had packed everything up and to make things easier for moving in the morning; we had dismantled the bed. The mattress was heavy, so we dropped it on the floor, and instead of moving it to someplace different, we slept on it where it was. At some point during the night, Alex told me that she woke up to feel that the duvet was no longer covering one of her legs and something about it felt weird. She didn’t pay much attention to this, though and soon went back to sleep. It was a long day the next day, and by the time we had moved all of our belonging over to our new house, we were shattered and in need of a shower. I had mine first, and then Alex had hers. When she did, she shouted to me and told me to come and look at something. During her shower, she had noticed something on the inside of her thigh. When I looked at it, it looked like a handprint, and when I matched my hand up to it, you could see the fingers and palm prints. We had no idea how this could have happened. It was in an awkward place, and for a hand to leave that kind of bruise, it would have had to have hit it with some force. A chill went through us both. This felt like a parting gift from whatever lived with us in Apartment 42.

This ends the strange occurrences that happened to myself and others in Apartment 42. However, because of all that happened, we have since thought of contacting the current occupiers to ask if they’ve had anything like this happen. We haven’t done this so far.

For me, it’s a comfort to know that friends, family and other tenants in the same building experienced things. But it doesn’t explain what went on. And to this day, I’m still not sure what to make of it all.

What are your thoughts on my experiences?

Ghostly Occurrences in Apartment 42: Part XII

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

Part VIII

Part IX

Part X

Part XI

Part XII

Part XIII


After an uneventful couple of months, things started to happen again. As always, it seemed worse in winter. Then, when November rolled around, strange things would happen daily. I would see shadows moving around the apartment, behind the shower curtain, knocking on walls and doors, rattling in the kitchen and unexplainable cold spots.

One night in late November, things started to really kick-off. The spare room, in particular, appeared to be the centre of things.

In the evening, I was having a shower when the taps at the sink came on full blast, spraying water everywhere. I turned them off and resumed my shower; after half a minute or so, something punched the shower curtain in, making me jump.

With things happening regularly, I decided to start recording in the spare room. I set up my camera on the arm of the sofa while I lay on the bed. I sat mostly in the dark, but I left the hall light on, so I had some light for the video camera.

When I was set up, I sat there for some time, asking for whatever was there and doing these things to do something for me now while I was recording.

Things seemed to go quiet, and there was a heavy feeling in the air that I couldn’t explain. It was tense and could feel something in the apartment with me. It was like someone was constantly watching me. Something trying to work out what to do.

I sat in silence for some time. Then, after around six and a half minutes, I felt a sharp pain in my side. It was as if something jabbed me hard in the side, but it also felt like an electric shock. When I looked at the area that I had felt the pain, I saw that I’d been scratched by something. Shocked, I recorded as the marks became more pronounced and blood started to rise to the surface.

Now feeling terrified, I quickly leave the room to take a look at what had just been done. The room felt off, it was a strange feeling, but I knew I had to get out.

As I looked at the scratches, I started to see more of them. The whole experience was enough to freak me out and make me feel like I could no longer film what was happening.

When I went through the video footage, I noticed several more things that the video had picked up that I hadn’t noticed at the time.

For starters, while I’m talking at the start of the video, a voice comes out of nowhere saying either “no” or “go” I wasn’t able to discern which.

A few seconds later, when I’m talking about the taps turning themselves on, I hear what sounds like the words “shut up” as well as the usual distortion of the video.

The next thing is something that will stay with me; at the point of the video where I hell out when I feel something hit me, there is a laugh. Not just any laugh, but an evil sort of chuckle. Like whatever did that to me, was really amused by it.

Finally, when I’m out of the spare room and examining the marks, I place the camera on the other side of me. What I didn’t notice at the time, is that there were two scratches on the other side of my stomach, which I didn’t feel. These also look fresh and like they are bleeding.

The entire experience of that night felt different from previous ones. This one felt like whatever this was, was getting fed up with me filming and so had to do something so that I would stop. Well, it got its wish. So after that night, no matter what happened, I never recorded anything again.

For a while, things seemed to quieten down, and I had only the odd experience.

Next week will be the final post in this series and I will talk about some of the other things that happened when other people were there and the things that happened just before (and after) we moved out.


Below are the videos discussed in this post, take a look and let me know what you think;

Well frig! (Recording 26/11/12)

A Laugh? (26/11/12)

Another Noise (26/11/12)

Ghostly Occurrences in Apartment 42: Part XI

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

Part VIII

Part IX

Part X

Part XI

Part XII

Part XIII


Things calmed down a little bit after the events of the previous video. It was autumn, and the nights were drawing in when the next strange occurrences were noticed.

For a few days, I’d had more sightings of the shadow that hung around at the front door.

One night I’d had some friends around for drinks – one of them being Mark, the friend who had seen something in the spare room. It got quite late, and some went home. Mark decided to stay, but he said that he wouldn’t sleep in the spare bedroom; he’d sleep on the floor in the lounge instead. I had no problem with this, so I grabbed the duvet and some pillows, gave them to Mark and said goodnight.

The night went without incident; well, for me it did at least.

When I woke up and went into the lounge, I walked in to see Mark sat on one of the sofas. He told me he hadn’t had much sleep because of something that had happened in the night. I asked him what went on, and he explained that he woke up after feeling something tug on his leg. When he opened his eyes, he was met by the face of what looked like a person right over him. He told me that he could feel the breath that it was expelling on his face. After that, he had been too scared to sleep, so he had sat on the sofa until the sun came up and the weird feeling he had went away.

I was taken back by his story, especially since, as far as I knew, nothing had happened. I could see that he was visibly frightened of whatever this thing was. We talked for a bit longer about it until he decided he had to leave. He never stayed overnight in the apartment again.

This incident seemed to be just the start of another round of strange occurrences. I would often see shadows, hear banging and clattering coming from the kitchen, and have the shower curtain punched inward while I was having a shower.

I’d been setting my camera up in various locations around the flat in hopes of catching some of it on tape.

However, the next things that I would catch would go beyond anything that I thought I would.

On the 19th of September 2012, I set the camera up on the arm of the sofa overnight and left it recording. When I went through the footage, I found several things that made my hair stand on end.

The first was a couple of hours into the night when the words that to me sounded like either “Gareth” or “get out” were said. Then, a little later, the word “Gareth” was repeated a little more clearly.

Then after around another half an hour or so of footage, when I was starting to think there would be nothing else, there was a long drawn out noise that I couldn’t figure out, followed by a crack.

It was only when Alex and I recently rewatched this video that we figured out what the long drawn out noise sounds like – a death rattle. This is the noise that a dying person makes with their final breaths. We watched videos on death rattles, and the noise is so similar we don’t know what else it could be.

So I had caught my name being said and the sound of a dying breath all in the same night. I didn’t know what to make of any of this at the time, so I continued to film and try to catch things on camera.

The next few months were fairly quiet, but when it came to November, I recorded what would be my last video.


The videos discussed in this blog can be found on the Gax’s Ghost YouTube channel and by following the links below;

Night Recording 19/9/12 (1/3)

Night Recording 19/9/12 (2/3)

Night Recording 19/9/12 (3/3)

Ghostly Occurrences in Apartment 42: Part X

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

Part VIII

Part IX

Part X

Part XI

Part XII

Part XIII


It had been an interesting few weeks, and whatever was in the flat hadn’t finished yet.

I continued to record whenever anything strange occurred, but I didn’t manage to catch anything of note until the 1st of August.

On a particularly active day, I thought it would be a good idea to set the video camera up and record through the night. So, before going to bed, I positioned the camera on a bookcase in my living room and left it running.

During the night, I didn’t experience anything out of the ordinary. Still, the next day when I went over the footage that had been recorded, I found some fascinating occurrences.

Firstly, at around the 40-second mark, the living room door begins to move; to make matters worse, there was an eery creak as it opened. After that, it goes back and forth for a few seconds before stopping around the 50-second mark.

Nothing much happened for a while, but then at around 1 minute 25 seconds, I heard some shuffling and what sounded like footsteps moving across the carpeted floor. The noise was something I was used to as whenever anyone walked across the floor, it would make precisely the same noise.

Then something totally unexpected happened. At 1 minute 52 seconds, the camera itself is moved by an unseen hand. Whatever it is pushed, the camera and it can be heard scraping on the wooden bookshelf where it sat. There were maybe 4 or 5 of these little pushes until the camera pointed at the kitchen, and there were more shuffling footsteps.

At 2 minutes 28, something is rattled in the kitchen in a similar manner as had happened before. It sounded like pots or cutlery being jostled. To me, it felt like the camera was moved to point at the area where something was about to happen, and as I watched, it sent chills through me.

After another couple of seconds, something else is rattled, and then a little bit after this, I could hear yet more shuffling around.

This was probably the most activity that I’d caught on camera throughout my filming, and it wasn’t over yet.

3 minutes and 28 seconds into the recording, there was another rattle of pots/cutlery. After that, there was more shuffling, and then a few seconds later, the same camera distortion as I’d seen previously happened.

As I’ve mentioned before, the distortion only seemed to happen when strange things were going on. It seemed to happen too often for it to be a coincidence, and I never saw it happen on footage where nothing happened.

Nearly a minute later, there was even more ratline from the kitchen.

For the rest of the video, I could hear shuffling around. It was difficult to discern where it was coming from; it just seemed like someone was maybe pacing around the living room and occasionally going over into the kitchen.

When I got up in the morning, I hadn’t realised that the camera had moved, it was still running so I left it going while I left for work.

When I got back, I went through the video and watched/listened to what I’d caught. I separated the video into two parts for the different days it was captured and then went through what little it had recorded during the morning.

Around 6 seconds into this video, something speaks. After a few times of listening to it, I concluded that the words being said were “I’m here.” Other people who have heard it say it could be, “I am here” or “what’re you doing.” Either way, any of these sounds and the fact that the camera was moved point to something that wants to interact with me and the video camera.

I was all set for recording every day after this, but nothing happened. Not until the 19th of September.

I’ll pick this back up in next Monday’s post.


The videos discussed in this post are below;

Caught on video 01/08/12 PM

Caught on video 02/08/12 AM

Ghostly Occurrences in Apartment 42: Part IX

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

Part VIII

Part IX

Part X

Part XI

Part XII

Part XIII


The next few days were relatively quiet, but things escalated and started to happen more frequently. As I’d been seeing more shadows and shapes near the front door at any time of day, I decided to set up my camera in the main bedroom and point it at the door while I busied myself elsewhere and had a shower.

There wasn’t much to be seen or heard on this video for some time, but around 3 minutes 50 seconds into it, there is a whooshing noise that sounds to me either like “Gareth” or “get out”. The other odd thing about this video is that at the exact time the noise occurs, the hall light (the light in the communal hallway outside my front door, goes on. This light was movement activated, and there was no noise from outside of people moving around that could have caused it to come on. I find it very odd that it comes on at the exact moment that “something” speaks.

For the remainder of that night, nothing much happened, and when I watched the video back, I didn’t feel particularly scared of what was being said; I just found it weird and very interesting.

For the next few days, things were relatively quiet. Although I’d see shadows in the usual places, there wasn’t much in the way of interaction, i.e. doors moving, knocking or anything of the like. But on the 25th of July, I caught something very odd.

It was the evening, and I was sitting in the lounge watching some TV when a loud and constant banging came from nowhere. I sat for a few moments trying to work out where it was coming from. I’d grown accustomed to the noises that came from the other flats that surrounded me, and this one seemed as though it was coming from inside my flat. After a while of sitting and listening, I decided it would be a good idea to start recording.

Still sitting in the lounge, I started my camera up and tried to explain what had been happening. I wasn’t in a great mood on this particular night, so I decided to tell whatever this was to leave me alone and stop doing what it was doing. Almost as soon as I’d finished talking, a rattle came from behind me (around 1 minute 47 seconds into the video) that sounded like pots or cutlery rattling. This unexpected noise understandably startled me, and I turned to face the camera into the kitchen. There was nothing that could have made the noise, but the other tapping noise had stopped.

After this, I end the recording, and the rest of the night is quiet, and I don’t experience anything else out of the ordinary.

Both the videos of these experiences are below. So have a watch and let me know what you think. Especially if your think you hear or see anything that I haven’t mentioned.


Recorded 19/07/12

Recorded 25/07/12

Ghostly Occurrences in Apartment 42: Part VIII

Click the links below to read the other parts of the story:

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

Part VIII

Part IX

Part X

Part XI

Part XII

Part XIII


Early on the morning on the 17th of July, I was still reeling from the previous night’s events and what I had found on the video that I had recorded throughout; the day had been relatively quiet, but that wasn’t to last.

That night I was sat watching a DVD in my bedroom when I started to hear banging and shuffling on the other side of the door in the hallway, so I decided to start recording again.

There was a strange feeling in the air that was hard to describe. I’d had these types of things happening before, but it didn’t feel off, but this time it did. Earlier in the night (the previous video), things had felt odd and heavy, but that was usually the case when it felt like something was messing with me.

Eventually, I got fed up with hearing noises – and felt a bit braver – I opened the door and looked into the hallway. As I opened the door, I saw a shadow stood behind the front door. Unfortunately, this wasn’t caught in the video. But by now, I was starting to get freaked out. Every time I moved my camera, the noise would be in another room. It was as if it was moving around but not wanting to be seen.

Later on, when I went through the video, the camera is breaking up in its usual way as all this is going on.

As I’m stood in the hallway – mainly in the bedroom doorway – looking around, I turn, and the spare room door has closed. In the video, I try to prove – as much to myself as anyone else – that I couldn’t have done it. I can’t reach the door from where I’m standing, and I’ve not moved anywhere near it to have knocked it. This only happens when I turn the light on my phone off, and everything gets much darker. When I open the door again, I feel a cold breeze, almost as if something passes right through me. I can also feel a cold spot that seems to have shape and distinct edges right in the doorway to the spare room.

Whenever I look at the front door – where I had seen the shape a few minutes before – everything looks darker.

All this time, I’m getting more and more freaked out.

I decided to have a wander around the flat to see if I could feel or sense anything elsewhere. As I move, I feel like I’m being followed, and I can hear soft footsteps on the carpet. Whenever I go back to the spare room doorway, I can feel the cold spot. I try my best to explain where the cold could be coming from. I climb up on my windowsill to check the vent above the window and can’t feel anything. When I go back to check the spot in the doorway, it’s gone.

I stand back in my bedroom doorway as I talked about what was going on when I feel something poke me in the shoulder. It felt as if someone had jabbed a couple of fingers sharply into my shoulder. I turn around instantly and see nothing there.

As I’m getting more and more freaked out, I decided to go back and climb into bed again. When I do, everything seems to go quiet again.

On this night, a lot of things that had never happened had happened. So it all felt very intense.

With the door to the bedroom now shut, I feel again as I’m being watched, and as I pan the camera around, I see a shadow stood in the corner of the room.

I feel like whatever this is isn’t going to let me sleep. So I decide to upload this video, like the other one, straight to YouTube. But, for some reason, when I do, I have to split it in two.

I decide to watch some more TV as I don’t feel like trying to sleep just yet.


Check out the videos on the links below:

Recorded 17/7/12 AM (Part 1)

Recorded 17/7/12 AM (Part 2)

Ghostly Occurrences in Apartment 42: Part VII

Click the links below to read the other parts of the story:

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

Part VIII

Part IX

Part X

Part XI

Part XII

Part XIII


Over the course of the next few days, I continued to record as and when things happened, but I was unable to find anything of note on the videos when I went through them. It was around a week before something happened that I had proof of. On the 18th of July, I got caught something stranger than I had before.

I’d been sat watching TV in the evening when I started to hear a consistent banging. This was going on for several minutes when I decided to grab my camera and begin to film. The banging, or thudding, didn’t seem to be coming from anywhere in particular. I sat for a while on the sofa while talking about what I’d been experiencing and listened to the noise.

Rewind a little bit to earlier that day. I’d experienced a few things throughout the day. I’d seen a shadow stood by the front door when I’d come out of the bathroom at one point. While I’d been watching TV, there had also been a shadow in the corner of the room, like someone was silently watching me.

While I filmed, the noise continued, and I decided to get up and walk around the flat to see if I could figure out where it was coming from. As I moved around, the noise seemed to come from all over the place. No matter where I went, the noise didn’t change in level or how it was occurring. I spent some time standing in the hallway and couldn’t figure out where it was coming from.

After another few minutes, I walked into the spare room, and the banging stopped as if something just wanted me to go in there.

At one point while I’m filming, I walked out of the spare room, across the hallway and to the lounge. Something made me turn around – I heard a shuffling noise – and I see the spare room door swinging open. Something had caused the door to swing closed behind me. It hadn’t caught, so it was swinging slowly open again.

Everything in the flat seems to go quiet as it had done before, and a heavy feeling seem to fall on me. Then, after a few seconds of investigating the door, I heard a bang coming from the main bedroom – my bedroom. I turned to see what it was, but I couldn’t work it out.

I start to feel like something is messing me. Like whatever this is is leading me around the flat and getting me to go where it wants to. I found out later on that when I mention this, there is distortion on the video, the same that there had been previously when things had been happening.

By this point, I’m walking around the flat in the dark, and the strange feeling is only increasing in intensity.

Around eight minutes into recording, I hear a noise in the kitchen – it sounds like my pot of cutlery is moved and rattles. Something makes me turn back to the spare room, and the camera starts to go in and out of focus on the corner where I have sensed things previously.

I continued to record in the dark while things continued to lead me around the flat, and I struggle to figure out what’s happening.

Once again, the banging starts up again in a similar pattern to before, and it still feels like it’s coming from all around.

With everything that’s happening, I decided to stop filming and see if things calmed down. Instead of going through this video at the time, I uploaded it straight to YouTube.

Things in the flat seemed to be escalating, and I didn’t really know what to do with that other than to keep trying to gather evidence and work out what was going on.

Later on when I did finally watch the video though. As I go through it, I’m amazed at everything that I see and hear happening, even though I’d just experienced it in real-time. I was so happy that I’d caught as much as I had, but I hadn’t finished yet.

Around eleven and a half minutes into the video, I hear a sound. I increased the volume as much as I could and put on my headphones so that I could get a clearer listen to what it was. After repeated listens, I decide that I can hear the word “us”. This sent a chill through me. Did it mean that there was more than one of whatever was in the flat? Or was it just another way to mess with me?

After the word, I can hear a wooshing noise and some sort of click or snap, which I can’t really work out.

About a minute after the spoken word, the banging starts again, and the video ends. I sat back, amazed at all that I had caught in such a short space of time.

The banging continued for probably another half an hour or so before stopping and ending for the night.

Later that night, early in the next morning, I would record again.


To be continued next week.

You can find the video talk about in this post here. Let me know your thoughts.

Ghostly Occurrences in Apartment 42: Part VI

Click the links below to read the other parts of the story:

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

Part VIII

Part IX

Part X

Part XI

Part XII

Part XIII


Over the space of a few months, I’d experienced a myriad of different paranormal things – from doors opening and closing to shadows in corners and odd feelings. Up until this point, I’d only been recording things while I was in the flat. It was time, though now, for a different tact’ recording while I was out to see if anything more extreme would happen.

On the 8th July 2012, I was going out in the evening, so I decided to set my camera up in the spare room to see what I could capture.

Before I set up the camera and went out, I talked on video about things that people had asked, mainly if there was some kind of breeze from a window that could have caused the closure of the doors seen in the other video. I tried my best to test everything I could, and I explained in the video that there wasn’t a chance that there was any kind of breeze coming through a window or vent above that would move the door in the way that had been seen.

At first, I was a little hesitant about setting the camera up and leaving it running while I was out. I didn’t want to provoke anything that might be in the apartment, but at the same time, I wanted to get more evidence that something was actually happening.

I set the camera down on the arm of the sofa that I had in the spare room at the time and pointed it at the door so that it would cover my bedroom door and a section of the hallway. I wished I’d had multiple cameras at this point so that I could capture more of the apartment at the same time; I just did the best with what I had.

As was usual practice by this point, I left all the doors – except the bathroom one – open. It had become a regular occurrence that the doors would be either open or closed when I returned, depending on how I’d left them. I locked up and left the flat with the camera running.

All the time that I was out, I couldn’t help but wonder what was happening. Would I catch anything on camera? Would something new happen?

When I returned later that night, the doors were all shut, so straight away, I knew that I’d caught something. I couldn’t wait to check the video. I went straight to the video camera – at this point, it was still recording as I’d only been out a few hours. I could have waited until the morning to review the tape, but I was eager to find out what had happened.

I pulled the memory card out of the camera, loaded it into my desktop and started to copy the files over, ready to review. While this was doing, I went to make a drink – I had a feeling it was going to be a long night. As I walked through the rest of the apartment, I marvelled at how everything felt “normal”. As I’ve said before, usually, when things had happened, the place felt different in some way. Maybe that feeling had been there but had disappeared by the time I got home.

Back at my desk, I started to review the video. While I watched, I had my headphones on with the volume whacked way up in case there were any sounds to be heard.

Nothing much happened for a while. After around twenty minutes of video, the door to the spare room started to move. It didn’t fully close; it was only a few inches and, after a few seconds, it moved backwards again. After this movement, the camera image broke up slightly. This was something that seemed to happen only when something strange was happening. The spare room door moved again, and there was a “breathy” noise. I didn’t have a chance to really register this noise at the time because seconds later, the door to my bedroom slammed shut, the noise making me nearly jump out of my seat.

I paused the video and sat for a few minutes, just taking in what I’d just seen. My bedroom door had just been caught slamming on video. This was big. I leaned back in my chair and looked at the door that was now open again after I had reopened it when I came back home. I slipped my headphones off and listened to the building; everything was quiet. It was around 10 pm, so I wasn’t expecting much noise, but it just seemed eerily quiet. I put my headphones back on and went back to the video.

I moved the video back and listened out for the “breathy” sound once again, and when I found it, I listened to it repeatedly, trying to figure out what it was. All I could come up with was that it was a single word – “No”.

I went back to the door slamming – turning the volume down so as to not deafen myself – I played it again. I found that right after the door slammed, and there was yet more distortion on the video for a few seconds. After another 15 seconds or so, the spare room once again moves. This time seemingly with more force as it almost closed, but it swings back on its hinges almost immediately.  After another few seconds of the door being open, it swings shut again, but this time catches and remains seated in the doorframe.

After this, I continued to watch and turned my volume back up. I was surprised to hear what sounded like footsteps shuffling on the carpet and some more breathing sounds. It was subtle even with the volume turned right up, but they were definitely there.

I felt like everything that had happened in this video was more proof of what was going on than I could have hoped for. I spent the next few days going through the video again and seeing if there was anything in there that I had missed before I edited it together (cut it down to a better size) before uploading it to the YouTube channel.


Below is the link for this video. Give it a watch yourself and tell me what you think. Can you hear or see anything that I might have missed? What do you think of what I caught that day?

Caught on Video (8/6/12)

The story will continue next Monday.

Ghostly Occurrences in Apartment 42: Part V

Click the links below to read the other parts of the story:

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

Part VIII

Part IX

Part X

Part XI

Part XII

Part XIII


After Mark had left in the morning – he couldn’t leave fast enough – I grabbed my video camera and set it up on my desk in the spare room where he had stayed the night. Then, after my amateur ghost hunting TV show introduction of asking whatever was in the apartment to make itself known, I set the camera down and left it running while I busied myself elsewhere.

After a few minutes of filming, I went for a shower. When I emerged from the bathroom, the door to the spare room was closed, and the camera caught it all. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t that. As soon as I saw the door was closed, I grabbed the camera and copied the video file over to my laptop to watch it.

I was amazed to see that around 11 minutes into the video, the door appears to close by itself. It wasn’t just a slow close either it was as if someone had tried to slam it. The door also didn’t swing back on its hinges; it appeared to catch and stayed that way until I opened it when I came out of the bathroom. I would later notice that the camera breaks up just after the door closes, distorting the bottom of the screen. This will be something I’ll discuss soon as the more videos I film, the more a pattern to this emerges.

With this activity, I wanted to continue filming. So I set the camera back up in the spare room for the rest of the day, but nothing of note occurred for the remaining time I filmed.

Unlike other times when something strange had happened, there was no odd feeling when I got out of the shower and saw the door closed, and for the remainder of the day, everything just felt “normal”.

The next day I had several experiences. Later in the evening, I was sat in the lounge watching a movie. As I sat there, I felt a chill come over the room. It wasn’t a drop in temperature, more a feeling. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a dark shape in the far corner of the room. The form didn’t move, and it wasn’t discernible as a person, but I could feel someone/something watching me. The hairs on the back of my next stood on end. Slowly, so as not to make any sudden moves, I picked up my phone and started to film in the corner. There wasn’t much light in the room, and the camera wasn’t the best, so all I ended up with was a dark video with me saying I could see something stood in the corner. This wasn’t really admissible as evidence, so I deleted the video and went back to my movie. The shape remained in the corner for maybe 10-15 minutes before it just disappeared, and the room went back to feeling right again.

The remainder of the night passed without anything further happening, and I actually got a good nights sleep.

The next day, however, was full of strange occurrences. I spent the day playing something in the lounge – I know, big shock for me – but was constantly being interrupted by either knocking sounds or weird feelings. When I would go to check out the sound, it would seem to come from somewhere else. I looked into whether the noise could be coming from outside or another flat, but when I went out of the front door – of my flat, not the building – and the noise would stop, it would resume when I stepped back inside. I tried to discount noises coming from pipes, but as it moved around when I did, I couldn’t see it being that. I was running out of reasonable explanations for what I was experiencing. I tried to film on this day, but I couldn’t get my camera to work, and the phone video didn’t really pick anything up.

I spent some time later that day trying to get my video camera working, and I decided that I would record some more tomorrow, but I would do it whilst I was out of the building.

In the meantime, though, I thought it would be good to upload the videos I had with unexplainable things on them to YouTube. I created a channel, “Gax’s Ghost”, and uploaded the videos I had. I wanted to get them out there for others to watch and give their opinion on. Even though I was doing all I could to explain what was happening with normal reasons, I wanted others to weigh in on it and tell me what they thought.

The next day, I woke up, set up the video camera in the spare room once again, and went out. When I got back, I would get the fright of my life.


The video discussed in this blog can be found here.

The story will continue next week