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it into the show. In the last episode alone with Everybody, we ventured to the northern reaches of the Brecon Beacons in Cumerie to hear the story of how one couple's dream moved to the region quickly turned into a devastating nightmare. The couple stayed at the property known as he Old Fannog for almost seven years, during which time they and their children were said to have been subjected to an

extraordinary array of supposed paranormal and supernatural episodes. With the family unable to afford a move, a great deal of time and energy was spent trying to find someone who could alleviate their fear and misery. However, despite multiple efforts from numerous parties, none were quite able to do it, with the exception of one person, Eddie Burks. It's fair to say that few people, if asked to imagine the archetypal self styled psychic, would have the quiet and modest

Eddie Burkes in mind. Born in nineteen twenty two in the district of Bow, in East London. Eddie's was a happy and fairly ordinary childhood, with the exception of one incident. At five years old, during a minor operation in hospital, Eddie had what he believed to be a near death experience.

It was while under anesthetic that Eddie found himself traveling through a tunnel of light before arriving moments later in a bright garden paradise, only to be instantly thrust back down the tunnel again, awaking soon after back in the

hospital ward. The incident was never forgotten, but for the most part, barring his involvement in the Second World War, Burkes's life was superficially at least fairly unremarkable, spending his days working as a science officer researching roads for the British Civil Service, until one afternoon in June nineteen eighty three, when Eddie's life changed forever. There had apparently been signs that something was occurring in the years prior to this moment.

The premature deaths of his wife in nineteen seventy and his son a decade later had understandably been devastating. However, in both instances, Eddie had been comforted by the belief that he had felt their presence within days of them dying, but nothing could quite prepare him for what was about to happen. On that fateful afternoon in nineteen eighty three, Eddie was paying a visit to then Director of the College of Psychic Studies, Brenda Marshall, to discuss a growing

conviction that he might have psychic abilities. The College had originally been founded in eighteen eighty four as the London Spiritualist Alliance, before rebranding itself in the nineteen fifties. Much like the better known Society of Psychical Research, the Alliance had been established to investigate and scrutinize the growing number

of apparent mediums plying their trade in Victorian Britain. However, their investigative merits were thrown into question when Eleanor Sidgwick of the spr accused William Eglinton, a medium the Alliance had previously supported, of being a fraud. The disagreement caused somewhat of a schism between the two groups, with the Alliance remaining committed to its belief in Eglinton's apparent abilities, which were indeed later revealed to have been unquestionably fraudulent

by the nineteen eighties. However, the Alliance had long since moved away from the embarrassment, having by then adopted a far more rigorous approach to the analysis of potential paranormal phenomena. That afternoon in the summer of nineteen eighty three, as Eddie Burke's talked quietly with Brenda, the college's president, he became suddenly distracted by another man's voice in the room that seemed to be talking to him. The apparent voice, he believed, was pleading with him to help him find

his way. As Eddie would later claim, it was the first time he had ever been contacted by a ghost, or, more precisely, according to him, a lost soul. From that moment, after claiming to have helped the spirit move on to another realm Eddie realized his true calling to help the dead find their way out of life. It was sometime in the summer of nineteen ninety two, nine years after she had first met Eddie Burkes, when an envelope bearing the logo of Coot's Bank arrived on Brenda Marshall's desk.

The letter was instantly intriguing, since Coots happened to be just about the most exclusive financial institution in the country, serving the royal family, among many other of the world's most wealthy citizens, which made what she was about to read or the more surprising. A few weeks previously, one of the bank's receptionists had been sat at the front

desk when all the computer systems simultaneously malfunctioned. A flickering of the building's lights was followed by a sudden drop in temperature and the appearance of a vague, shadowy figure without a head, making its way across the bank's vast atrium before seeming to disappear into a darkened doorway. When she reported the incident to the bank's personnel director, she was amazed to discover that she wasn't the first to have seen the strange apparition. In fact, three other receptionists

had also reported the same thing on multiple occasions. With all four staff now too terrified to work, unable to dismiss the claims out of hand, or perhaps just looking for a way to calm their staff, the bank's archivist suggested they contact the College of Psychic Studies to see if they might help, and Brenda knew just the person to ask, are you always taking care of your family. Do you often take care of others and not yourself. Now it's time to take care of yourself to make

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slash Unexplained Podcast. It was three days later, shortly after one thirty p m. When a black cab pulled up outside the bank's grand glass fronted facade at number four forty the strand seconds later, an unassuming middle aged man in a light gray suit and comfortable shoes stepped out on to the pavement, gazing up at the entrance for

a brief moment before making his way inside. The entrance hall was a huge and opulent space, designed in the seventies and the manner of a giant conservatory for maximum natural light, housing an internal garden of glossy marbled stone and lush trees, complete with a pond of koi carp Eddie paid it little notice as he made his way to the first floor, where he was introduced to the bank's archivist, as well as three of the receptionists who

had witnessed the apparent specter. Moments later, the five of them discreetly made their way to a small office next to the front desk to begin the procedure. It wasn't long before Eddie was picking something up. After instructing one of the others to write down what he was about to say, he began. He is a man of considerable pride who did not bend to the Queen's command and was beheaded not far from here on a summer's day.

I have been waiting here a long time, he is saying, Eddie went on to describe the man as being dressed in Elizabethan clothes of the sixteenth century, who also wore expensive jewelry on his fingers and around his neck. Soon after, the others watched, astounded as Burke's then claimed to see a second entity appearing in the room alongside them. It was the man's daughter, he said, come to collect her

father and lead him into the next world. Burks reported seeing them walk into a blaze of white light before they both vanished together. After thanking him for his time, Burkes suggested they let him know if they have any more disturbances. They made his goodbyes and went on his way. Although the bank had requested Burkes's intervention be carried out under the strictest confidence, it wasn't long before the full account was picked up by the press, with both the

bank and many at the college being embarrassed by the exposure. Regardless, one thing was certain. The apparent ghost was never seen again. With the incident now out in the open, Unlike Burkes, who was happy just to have helped, a number of papers were understandably keen to establish the identity of the supposed ghost and verify Burke's claims. A few days later, royal historian and Jesuit priest, Father Francis Edwards, came forward with the name Thomas Howard, whose description and life bore

a remarkable similarity to the details provided by Eddie. Born in fifteen thirty six, Howard, the fourth Duke of Norfolk, was a close friend of Queen Elizabeth First before becoming hopelessly entangled in the complex political rivalry between her followers and those of her rival to the throne, Mary Stuart. In a tragic but fitting representation of the ruthless political climate of the time, Howard, who was at one point encouraged by Elizabeth to marry Mary Stuart, was accused of

treason when he eventually agreed to do just that. In response, he was arrested and thrown into the Tower of London. Nine months later, in the summer of fifteen seventy two, Howard was marched from his cell to the space inside the castle known as Tower Green, where his head was

promptly removed from his body. Incredibly, the revelation that this may well have been the ghost haunting the offices of Coots struck such a chord with the Duke's ancestors, they felt compelled to now lay his apparently previously unsettled soul to rest. And so it was that, on November fifteenth, nineteen ninety two, on a wet and miserable afternoon in London, a handful of aristocrats gathered together in a small chapel in Covent Garden to pay their last respects to the

fourth Duke of Norfolk. Joining them were a number of representatives of Coot's Bank, and of course Eddie Burkes, who was even invited to give a speech to mark the occasion. If you enjoy listening to Unexplained and would like to help supporters, you can now go to Unexplained podcast dot com forward slash support. All donations, no matter how large or small, are massively appreciated. All elements of Unexplained are produced by me Richard mcclained smith. Please subscribe and rate

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