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The team have mentioned their experiences of the constant ‘shushing’ throughout the night….but wait…there was more.
When we broke into vigil groups our first port of call was the Dar! DAr! DAR! DUNGEON!
Daz and I took the group on a mini tour of each of the rooms, sharing stories of what has been experienced down there. The group spread out in the dungeon, two participants spent time in the morgue, conducting an evp session, and another two spent some time in cell two (trying to remain cool, calm and collected…trying). One brave soul had a lone vigil in cell one.
Daz and I waited in the officers mess, ready to run to the rescue. At one point the ladies in the morgue yelled out, asking if anyone had ‘shushed’, then the rest of the group popped their heads out into the hall saying they had heard it too.
We were all dead quiet at the time, and there was no-one else around as everyone was in their assigned groups conducting vigils. They settled back to their vigils, and Daz moved to the third cell while I waited in the hall.
One of the girls in cell two freaked out, saying that she saw a shadow person walk right beside her, then out into the hall. She described it as a thick black mass brushing past her to make its way out of the cell into the hall. This made her and her friend feel very uneasy, and they remained in the hall for the rest of our time there.
Later in the night I bit the bullet and finally succumbed to a lonely old ten minute vigil in the dreaded dungeon. Once those lights go out it’s extremely unnerving to say the least. I was positioned between cells two and three, facing the old morgue, back to the officer’s mess. I could hear movement in the officer’s mess, a shuffling type sound. My eyes were fixed on the morgue, so they could adjust to the darkness. If I looked in the darker areas I could see the lighter areas easier. There were two instances where I saw a black mass move from cell one into the hall then lost it in the darkness. I then saw it move back into cell one. Were my eyes playing tricks…who knows? I do know that my focus was strong as I was trying to take in the experience as a whole.
One other stand out moment of the night was when we were standing outside, behind A Block, and I noticed a blue light come from one of the upstairs windows. It beamed from right to left and only through the one window (there are two windows facing the back of the building fairly close to each other). There aren’t many opened rooms up there so we went to investigate.
First strange thing was that there was no-one in the building. At this stage of the night everyone was either enjoying Sasha’s soup or watching the dungeon lone vigil live feed. Second strange thing was that the room where the light came from was locked, as were the two adjacent rooms. No rhyme nor reason for this strange blue light.
- Nic, Lead Investigator, APPI
Adam's description of "The Matron".
Let us take a journey, picture it if you will… A chilling Saturday night, driving through the gate of one of Liverpool’s oldest building complexes, passing walls built buy convicts and labourers.
The night started off like any other ordinary night for team APPI, with a walk though the buildings, a laugh and good times.
With night well and truly fallen, our group of victims… oops, sorry ‘participants’, started to arrive, and we all gathered in home base and discuss the events for the evening.
After all the pleasantries were done, we took the group for a wander and showed off the lovely buildings.
While standing outside the last building we went though with part of the group, Peet walked out the door and asked if any one had “shhhhhhhhhhhhhh’d” them while walking out. Following her was Sascha and Nic, as well as the last part of the group - all who confirmed they had also heard a loud shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…. Mwhaaaaa, the night had begun.
So splitting into our 3 groups, Peet, Ryan and I, with our group following, set off to what I call “Patti’s room”. Peet put me in charge of the group, while she sat back, and Ryan filmed the events.
We were in the room for only a little when strange things were afoot. One of our group members started seeing a shadow person in the back of the room, so Peet and I went off to see what we could feel - BIG mistake on my part. I felt contempt and a bit of rage dwell up inside of me. Peet was standing next to me called out to me. I look at her for a while, then stood up, walked to her, looked her in the eye and said
“You should show more respect, you should show respect”.
With that Peet grabbed me by the arm and walked me out of the room.
After calming down I walked back into the room, feeling what I had felt before, but having more control over it. To me, it was a matron of the old hospital, showing us she does not like or want us there.
I once again made my way to the back of the room, and this time I felt what I could only describe as someone leaning on me, on my right side. It was cold and heavy. Very unpleasant.
So, with our first vigil drawing to a close, we descended the spiral staircase of the main hall, and meet with the other teams at home base. With a quick breather done, we set of to the dungeon (insert demonic laugh here ). We placed the willing victims in cells of their own, with the two ladies choosing to go into the first cell together. When the vigils started, Peet, Ryan and myself set off to do our vigil in the morgue at the end of the hallway. Not to long into the vigil we started to here what only can be described as very cartoon villain laugh, with no reaction from any other people, we let it be. Again we heard the laugh, and again no reaction, we began to think that perhaps we were the only ones hearing it.
Then, all of a sudden, BANG! We all 3 of us looked at each other with the kind of look on our faces as to say wtf? Then BANG.....BANG. By this time Ryan and I have both jumped up, opened the morgue door, and again heard BANG,BANG,BANG ,BANG. We both legged it down to cell 2 where the banging became frantic and louder. We both yelled out to the person in cell 2 with no response, apart from the banging. We pushed on the door, but it would not open. We pushed again but it was still closed. Both Ryan and I put our shoulders to the door and pushed, and out came the gentleman in cell 2, looking pail and shaken, saying someone was in there with him and wanted out. We took him out side to ground him and make sure he was ok. Being the trooper he was, he went back into the hallway to continue. Not much happened after that, but what had a happened was a first for me to witness. With all the vigils complete, we started free time. Our very talented tech manager (audio visual) Glen started an experiment that involved a person sitting in the halls of the dungeon alone for 10 minutes, monitored by CCTV (outcome is still in review).
With Peet and I walking the grounds in the wee hours of a cold Sunday morning, not much happened to us, but boy did we have fun.
The sun slowly came up over the horizon and I managed to grab an hours snooze in a massage chair – pure luxury. The night had come to a close, so we bid our guests far well, packed up all of our gear and agreed that a great night was had by all! We said our good byes to each other and went our separate ways, and off to bed we went.
Saturday 13th July.
We held a paranormal sleep over at Liverpool Tafe, and like most investigations, I was very excited to jump in and start investigating this amazing location.
At the beginning of the night, when we were walking down the stairs in block C, I heard a voice saying a very loud “Shhhhuussshhhh”. This was heard by the lead investigators Peet and Nic, and also by our guests as they were walking down the stairs.
During our free time, I took some guests to the music room. While asking various questions, we all heard another big “Shhhhuuuusssshhhhh”. Everone in the room heard it. I asked “if anyone is there, could you tap on the window?” and we all heard what sounded like pebbles being thrown on to the glass. I looked outside to see if anyone was there, and no one was outside, nor where there any pebbles to be seen. Another guest that was outside the door at the time walking past, and ran in saying “Did you just hear that, that was loud”. We are not too sure where the noise came from, but it definitely sounded like pebbles being thrown.
I then asked if everyone could stand all around the room, in different corners, to see if we knew where these noises were coming from. We then heard what can only be described as an evil laugh. The activity in the music room was definitely exciting, and whoever it was wanted to let us know they were there.
Later that night I spent 10 minutes in a lone vigil in the Dungeons. It was relatively quiet, but I did hear some little footsteps and the constant feeling of being watched was evident.
During the early hours of the morning, Peet and I did a walk through of the buildings. While walking up the spiral stair case it felt like someone was running up behind me, kicking my feet as I reached the top. I quickly span around and told Peet what I had felt. We were both standing still when it was like someone was walking around in circles around me, the floor was moving and making creaking sounds, but we were both not moving.
The overnight investigation was definitely exciting, and the amount of activity happening during the night was plentiful. Every team member and every guest experienced something different on this night.
- Sascha Brooks, Case Manager
After a full 24 hours to recover, it's time to recap some of the experiences we had on Saturday night/Sunday morning, and to individually recognise our absolutely brilliant crew. Each crew member will tell of their own experiences – I’ll talk about what happened in my team.
During our initial walkthrough, to familiarise our guests with all of the buildings, we were very obviously “shushed”. We were walking down the stairs of C Block, nearly at the end of the tour, and everyone was talking amongst themselves, making their way out of the building. As Nic and I reached the last few stairs, we heard it, very loudly. It was so loud that it was over the top of everyone elses conversation. We were not the only ones to hear it, many of the guests also heard it. At first we all assumed it was one of us who had made the sound. But nobody fessed up, and really, it makes no sense – except in the sense that nobody who visits a hospital, at that time of night, would be as noisy as we were. Throughout the night many other people were also ‘shushed’ at various times. It seemed to be the theme of the evening.
Adam and I (Peet) led a team together, and started off in one of the rooms on the first floor of B Block (the oldest building). This was once a hospital ward, and I basically sat back and let Adam take control… and control is what happened. After sitting in the room for a while, Adam came up to me and told me that “We should learn to show some respect”. He said it in a way which was not to be argued with. We were not being disrespectful in anyway, but something told Adam to say that to me. After that, it all started happening! One of the people in our group could see a lady, dressed as a ‘Matron’ at the back of the room. She was watching us and was not at all happy that we were there. Another guest saw the shadow of a person moving on the wall – when we were all still. There was very obvious tappings on the windows, tables, EMF equipment randomly going ‘off’ without any explanation etc.
Our next group vigil was in the dungeon (du du duuuuuuuuuuuuuun). Three of our guests went into the individual cells for lone vigils, another went into the officers mess, and Adam, Ryan and I went into the morgue. As we were sitting there, we heard a diabolical laugh coming from one of the cells. Imagine the kind of laugh a cartoon villain makes – it was a real “mwahahahahaha” kind of affair. We didn’t go and investigate, thinking perhaps one of our guests made the sound on purpose, but it kept us on edge, listening even more intently. About 2 minutes later, we heard loud banging coming from one of the cells. We raced out, and as we got closer to the second cell, the banging increased. It took the combined strength of Adam and Ryan to open the door. Our guest inside raced out of the cell, and we took him outside to calm him down. He felt like someone was in the cell with him. Without meaning to, it was he who did the diabolical laugh. Next thing he knew, he just had to get out, but could not seem to open the door – it wouldn’t budge for him. Just as it initially would not budge for both Adam and Ryan when they were trying to push it. All very strange.
Sascha led a team for the first time, and really stepped up to the challenge – with Glen’s assistance. She was in charge of those who wished to investigate using their senses and intuition. She will tell what happened to her team in her own words.
Nic and Darrin also had all kinds of wonderful experiences in the areas they took their team to. More to come :D
Glen soldiered on and looked after the lone vigils in the dungeon. It was a long night for Glen, he had worked all day during the day, then had to run home to the Blue Mountains to pack his gear before driving back to Liverpool. Good on ya Glenda! There were some great experiences in the dungeon, from people being touched, doors banging, being told to be quiet etc.
So once again, the old Liverpool Convict Hospital/Army Barracks/State Asylum lived up to its haunted reputation, and we’d like to thank every guest who joined us for this fabulous night.
- Peet, Lead of APPI
Ever been out in bushland and heard sounds that just don’t make sense? Having spent a fair amount of time in Australian bushland I have gotten to know the sounds of nature, and especially the noisy movements of wombats and roo’s.
Just last weekend we were out in the wild yonder investigating a fantastic location, and decided to venture out to the adjoining buildings to take a peek. We were walking along the tree lined path, and out from the darkness came the loud stomping of what can only be described as footsteps. It started to the left, then a few seconds later happened again, but this time it was 10 metres to the right. It was weird enough for us to pay attention and investigate further.
We walked out into the ‘field of darkness’ to try and trace the source of this noise. Silence. Darkness. Eerie. Then bam bam bam bam. Same again, with a short silence, then again around 10 metres away. To hear loud stomping of the two footed variety is something you don’t want to hear when hanging out in the middle of nowhere.
The crew started to walk back to the buildings, but Peet and I were dawdling behind. We were slightly oblivious, as we were talking about the experience, when all of a sudden we both heard this ‘thing’ running up behind us, FAST!
Needless to say we both screamed like girls (as you do) and as we started running to the rest of the group, we turned, expecting to see whatever it was that was trying to hunt us down and brutally slaughter us. NOTHING!
Bazaar to say the least.
The rest of the crew came running towards us and again we waited for the noise. Silence.
It was a very strange experience. Yowie? who knows? I’m not really a believer in crypto. Yet to experience something like this makes you start to wonder, what is really out there?