http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/june08.xml The Ghostly World of Jonathan Harker Latest Diary Entries http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost29.html About me parkland and a heavy wet mist concealing and submerging all that is contained within my view. The park remains empty to other visitors, man, woman, child and animal; none is venturing out on this grey, dank and forlorn winters day. My reader I have no company on this lonely walk, I do not see nor do I pass anyone on this hard and cold pathway meandering between the planted Alder and Elder either side of this woodland park pathway. http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost29.html http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost28.html I cannot say whether it is just a general restlessness or the Professor's warnings about real demonic existence in our world. I find his descriptive experiences not easy to shake off and find them spilling into my everyday life and occupying the forefront of my mind. http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost28.html http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost27.html I remember to stick to the point with the Professor and not to deviate for he'll try to analyse you and in particular any weakness he can uncover from the simplest questioning... http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost27.html http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/willoughbybedford/ghostsofglamiscastle.html Well, my guide tells me I won't have a place so haunted in England as this one. So I begin to tell him only to be talked over with the word "Rubbish Man!" So in the noble art of giving him his say what have we got at Glamis Castle. http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/willoughbybedford/ghostsofglamiscastle.html http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost26.html You may like to feel that when you are in sleep you are safe, safe even in that somnolence state and that when waking into a new day you have passed over the darkness and awoken into light. http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost26.html http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost25.html What a surprise, answering the telephone and hearing that voice, no doubt of it - Barnum Flowers. He sounded so very far away on his ancient mobile telephone. Barnum Flowers, that impresario and master to his circus of human oddity acts. I was smiling already and he'd only mentioned his name. http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost25.html http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost24.html Looking up at the battlements I traced their jagged line against a thunderous looking sky. I'll dodge the retribution of a soaking and enter the gloom of a dark passageway under one of those round arches. The elderly woman seemed to be heading in my direction... http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost24.html http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost23.html I pass comment about the Rosary I have just happened to notice. Some long shadow cast over the occasional table beside the Doctor had retreated to reveal it from the veil of darkness that had hidden it from my view. http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost23.html http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost22.html Dr Roland Nord’s house shuns such light. Inside are plantation shuttered windows that filter all light as do the tendrils of vines, knotted and tangled, dangling over the outside pokey windows. Darkness wins out with a grip of shadowy containment upon which no light penetrates or radiates http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost22.html http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost21.html I have needed to write to you and set out events that haunt the days and nights. It helps to know that you my reader live in a world of reality far removed from the world I inhabit. http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost21.html http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost20.html I witness the flight of a jackdaw gliding and cupping its wings to take position on a dead tree. It’s black hooded form shuffling along the finger branch to make a sound like Chak or Kow at me and fix on me with a beady eye. http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost20.html http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost19.html There was serenity to this place, where we sat a soft white mist created a diffused space around us. The space seem infinite, no other stood with us and when I looked back to my visitors eyes I felt I was looking at a phantom knowing itself about to be confined to a memory. http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost19.html http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost18.html It is a perfect day for those of you practised in the art of scrying for the changing vista above me is at each moment morphing and taking new form over... http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost18.html http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost17.html 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. http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost17.html http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost16.html 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. http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost16.html http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost15.html 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. http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost15.html http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost14.html 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. http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost14.html http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost13.html 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. http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost13.html http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost12.html 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. http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost12.html http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost11.html 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. http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost11.html http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost10.html 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. http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost10.html http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost09.html 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. http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost09.html http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost08.html 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. http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost08.html http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost07.html 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. http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost07.html http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost06.html 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. http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost06.html http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost05.html 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. http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost05.html http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost04.html 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. http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost04.html http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost03.html 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! http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost03.html http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost02.html Have you ever had that feeling when the telephone rings? You know, that something is wrong, just by the ring. Let me explain. http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost02.html http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost01.html 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. http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost01.html http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost000.html 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. http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost000.html http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost0000.html I was once stuck in the back of a car with a ghost. It could not get out because the child lock was on. http://www.jonathanharker.co.uk/blog/blogpost0000.html