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   <title>Come and visit us at our new website The Ghostly World of Jonathan Harker</title>
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   <description>With so many new characters entering The Ghostly World of Jonathan Harker we felt it time for a new look to accommodate. So come and have a look around and look out for more new ghostly tales, verses and music from The Ghostly World of Jonathan Harker.</description>
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	<title>A Ghostly Verse</title>
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   <description>I begin with a request for some verses and set them out before you, regards Jonathan Harker.</description>
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	<title>If you go out in the woods today</title>
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   <description>While I was taking a few days break I found myself walking through a wood. Apparently this wood is quite some years old. It became dense in places and overgrown. It is strange how when you walk through such places, stillness can alert you to ungrounded thoughts.</description>
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	<title>Ghostly Monks Before Me</title>
   <link>http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/sept/blogs/blogS/blogpost17.html</link>
   <description>You may think this all very strange and a figment of the imagination. I have indeed questioned myself over the experience and still read much in what happened and at this moment believe I am right.</description>
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   <title>A Halcyon River Diary Entry</title>
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   <description>It is a strange place here. I am not alone for the creatures that are of nature and probably eye me, trail me from a distance. The diary of Jonathan Harker contains his latest entry about the visit to a familiar Old Abbey.</description>
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   <title>A Very Extraordinary Gentleman</title>
   <link>http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/sept/blogs/blogS/blogpost15.html</link>
   <description>Before this man you feel a need to confess all sins, past present and future for it seems nothing is hidden from his company. You easily reveal too much when answering but a simple question. Professor Edmund Katz is a demonologist.</description>
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   <title>The impresario Barnum Flowers</title>
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   <description>The diary of Jonathan Harker brings back an old friend, Barnum Flowers, Circus Owner and Proudly Presenting his Human Oddity Acts. We catch up with one another at the old pavilion our favourite haunt. All is not well, I fear.</description>
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   <title>Willoughby Bedford and We'll Keep a Welcome in the Hillside</title>
   <link>http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/sept/willoughbybedford/haunted wales.html</link>
   <description>Join Willoughby Bedford as he invites you to follow in his adventures around haunted places in Britain. He's in Wales with Byron Jones to tell you another mysterious ghost story.</description>
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   <title>A Long Time Living</title>
   <link>http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/sept/blogs/blogS/blogpost13.html</link>
   <description>Some time ago but not over the span of a lifetime I wrote to you all about a Silas Crowley and his interest in the application of hypnotherapy. Silas holds fast to the notion that he can uncover a persons past life, through a technique he perfected called regression.</description>
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   <title>Willoughby Bedford Esq.</title>
   <link>http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/sept/willoughbybedford/willoughby-bedford-series.html</link>
   <description>Willoughby Bedford is a paranormal investigator searching out the most amazing haunted and mysterious places in Britain. Follow his new series exclusive to The Ghostly World of Jonathan Harker. His first report, Chester North West England.</description>
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   <title>A Christmas Tale</title>
   <link>http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/sept/blogs/blogS/blogpost12.html</link>
   <description>It is hard to describe the terrible sufferings of the sanatorium. It is a place known about but a place one would not wish to be fated with. There are acts of kindness within its heavy stone exterior, but these never managed to escape its dark and shadowy presence. It seems that it is forever shrouded in gloom and lingering heavy clouds, a place that although you wish to forget about seems to exist throughout the years and continues to exist long after your mortal life leaves the physical plane.</description>
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   <title>A Place to Hallow Eve</title>
   <link>http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/sept/blogs/blogS/blogpost11.html</link>
   <description>It is the fall and October and underneath the rust and decay of a fallen leaf canopy rests the oblong plots of the dead. The ground is damp, but the air mild and the heavy earthy smell hangs in suspension and waits for any movement but there is none. The scavengers up in their trees cloaked in black ebony caw over us all disturbing the solemn burial of poor Eve.</description>
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   <title>We've a new look for a new season, come and have a look around The Ghostly World of Jonathan Harker</title>
   <link>http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/index.html</link>
   <description>We felt it time for a new look throughout the site and hope you approve of our new website. The news is we still want to bring more and more content from our ghostly world, and also get you our visitors involved, by submitting your contributions from your ghostly encounters. See site for more details</description>
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   <title>When are they coming to take me away</title>
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   <description>They were the sort of houses that looked well. Built around the 1850s the old weavers cottages had managed to survive all that growing old bring to cottages of this age. Sure, one or two may have slightly slipped, had the odd paint job, but at least they had hung on to their beautiful sash windows, despite the reoccurring attacks from plastic men. The upvc salespeople who would sell their souls for a commission.</description>
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   <title>A Doctor in the House and its Bleak</title>
   <link>http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/sept/blogs/blogS/blogpost9.html</link>
   <description>He seems something of a gothic horror aficionado; the invite was to share an evening in his study discussing gothic horror and the odd ghost story. It was just the two of us, sharing the late night evening in the Doctors study set for the occasion. All shadowy and Victorian decor and quite an impressive atmosphere it conjured.</description>
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   <title>Emporium of Delights</title>
   <link>http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/sept/Audiobooks/theenchantedbox.html</link>
   <description>Download your free copy of the song Emporium of Delights an introduction to the audiobook The Enchanted Box by Jonathan Harker</description>
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   <title>Now you see me, now you don't</title>
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   <description>Well, I must admit I could not see a change as I analysed the details. 
Look closer. There he is, amongst the trees! There’s a figure in the shadows, insisted Hannah.</description>
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   <title>No Shadow Cast from Blood Red Sun</title>
   <link>http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/sept/blogs/blogS/blogpost7.html</link>
   <description>The last rites of spring, brings warmth from the emerging summer sun that tempts me outside and up into the witch country hills that circle around our hidden village.</description>
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   <title>Jonathan Harker A Cottage Full of Whys</title>
   <link>http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/sept/blogs/blogS/blogpost6.html</link>
   <description>A word if I may. Let me tell you about an event while I was on a holiday last year and an event, while at home just a few days ago. I can offer no explanation and leave you to draw your own conclusions.</description>
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   <title>The Dandelion, The Witch and the Web Drove</title>
   <link>http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/sept/blogs/blogS/blogpost5.html</link>
   <description>High in the hills where I find myself walking, traversing  moor, hill and vale, there are the unmistakable symbols of witchcraft. After  all this is witch country.</description>
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   <title>An impresario by no other name</title>
   <link>http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/sept/profiles.html</link>
   <description>Those amongst you, regular visitors to my emporium will have  seen in these pages the name Barnum Flowers. This old-fashioned impresario owns  a circus proudly displaying human oddity acts.</description>
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   <title>A wolf in a Crombie</title>
   <link>http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/sept/jharkerlw.html</link>
   <description>I once met a man who told me he could turn himself into a wolf and howl when the moon is full. I asked him why he does this, he answered, Because I can!</description>
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   <title>Would you answer that telephone?</title>
   <link>http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/sept/blogs/blogS/blogposts4.html</link>
   <description>Have you ever had that feeling when the telephone rings? You know, that something is wrong, just by the ring. Let me explain.</description>
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   <title>The earth is boiling over and making steam</title>
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   <description>Kids love to be scared in a healthy way. I remember, as a kid, sneaking into the grounds of an old house and peering through dusty windows to stare at the sepia looking room, deserted of the living, but home to many a ghost.</description>
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   <title>We the neighbours are a strange lot</title>
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   <description>Where I live theres a few of us scattered along the lane and if you think around where you live, or lived, do you know of strange folk? You know, the ones youd say theyre strange up there.</description>
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   <title>We played the game of death</title>
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   <description>I was once stuck in the back of a car with a ghost. It could not get out because the child lock was on.</description>
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