In March nineteen sixty three, a group of children picked their way through the grounds of a ruined church on the outskirts of the village of Clophill in the south of England. The Old Saint Mary's was built around thirteen fifty, but was apparently abandoned in the nineteenth century after a more convenient location was found for a church a little closer to the village. Some say, however, that it whilst the parishioners themselves that requested the building be abandoned after
growing uneasy about its unusual positioning. Traditionally, churches are built so that the congregation can face and pray to the east, toward the direction of the rising sun. This positioning is important since many consider this also to be the direction of Heaven and a symbol of the returning Messiah. For some reason, however, this church was built to face in the opposite direction, leading some to believe it was in
fact a pat satan and a gateway to Hell. It isn't known if the children playing in the churchyard that day were aware of this small fact, or what indeed it might mean. When they came across the bones, clearly human and old, they were scattered over the grass in an odd, unnatural manner. A nearby gravestone and the large gaping hole in the earth next to it suggested they
had once belonged to one Jenny Humberston. Looking around, however, the children soon found it wasn't only Humberston's grave that had been desecrated, as all about small mounds of black earth could be seen where other grave sites had been similarly disturbed. The police arrived an hour or so later, along with local vicar Reverend Leslie Barker, to inspect the grizzly scene. A crow perched on top of the ruins called vigorously as the officers stood about examining the yellowed remains,
trying to make sense of it all. Perhaps some opportunist robber had been looking for buried Victorian jewelry, they thought, But Reverend Barker wasn't quite so sure, his mind rushing back to the two Celtic crosses he'd found recently inside the church. Both had been painted with a red substance which he was almost certain was blood. Then he gazed up at the ruins with a pained look in his eyes, feeling a sudden chill run down his back as he
clocked its westerly facing chancel. No, he said, pointing down to the bones, drawing the police's attention once more to their strange arrangement. There's no doubt about it. This is the work of Satanists. A few months later, further grave desecrations were discovered in Lancashire, in the northwest of England, which according to some, also bore the hallmarks of a
black magic ritual. Then in December, in Sussex on the south coast, a bell ringer in the village of Westam, after arriving for practice one evening at their local chapel, heard a strange, monotonous chant coming from somewhere within it. Stepping inside, they were surprised to find four men they'd never seen before, huddled in the dark, humming something soft and ominous, together a circle of candles gently flickering around them.
In the next few months, over two hundred acts of vandalism perpetrated in English churchyards were thought to be linked to what appeared to be a resurgent interest in black magic. Something was evidently brewing. You're listening to unexplained and I'm
Richard McClean smith. One evening in early nineteen sixty seven, roughly four years after the events at Saint Mary's Church, sixteen year olds Elizabeth Voidiwa and Barbara Moriarty found themselves walking down Swain's Lane in North London after visiting friends
in Highgate Village. The lane a steep and narrow pathway that runs south from Highgate before curving west towards Parliament Hill and Hampstead Heath's perhaps best known as the thoroughfare that divided the two sections of London sprawling Highgate s. The cemetery, located in a secluded area of woodland high up on the hill to the northeast of Hampstead Heath, was built in two parts, with the first, the Western Cemetery, established in eighteen thirty nine, centered around the two imposing
structures of Egyptian Avenue and the Circle of Lebanon, home to thirty six vaults between them, the first being a grand walkway of stone, granite and marble, built in a classical style with a vast stone archway at its front, flanked by two huge Egyptian style obelisks, all framed by carefully manicured shrubs and narrow wooded pathways. It quickly became
the most fashionable cemetery of the day. As such, by eighteen sixty, another nineteen acres of similarly picturesque woodland on the other side of Swain's Lane was quickly incorporated into the site, becoming home to Highgates Eastern Cemetery after welcoming its first resident, Elizabeth Jackson, who died aged thirty six
in May eighteen thirty nine. Today, roughly one hundred and seventy thousand people have been buried in approximately fifty three thousand graves in Highgate, with author Mary Anne Evans also known as George Eliot, philosopher Karl Marx, and scientist Michael Faraday being some of its most notable occupants. By the early twentieth century, however, thanks to its popularity, the graveyard was completely filled up, with so few being buried there afterwards.
By the nineteen sixties, as the names of most of its copious inhabitants slowly disappeared ever further into obscurity, the whole place had fallen into disrepair. The once carefully manicured space had become wildly overgrown and consumed by nature. The once spectacular tunes and ornate gravestones that had spoken so
much of wealth and standing. Those that could still be glimpsed through the endless thickets of Ivy and Bramble at least, had by then long faded and crumbled like relics of Ozymandius. And it was in just such a state when those two young girls, Elizabeth Voidiwa and Barbara Moriarty, passed by the cemetery that evening in nineteen sixty seven. Being pupils from a nearby school, the pair had walked through Swain's Lane on many occasions before, having never thought twice about
their surroundings. That night, however, as the girls walked past the Cemetery's north gate at the top of the lane, it has claimed that both saw something that shocked them to the cores. After glimpsing a movement through the railings of the gate, the pair was certain that for a moment, what they had in fact seen was a number of graves opening up, followed by numerous arms and legs reaching
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living a happier life today. A few weeks later, a young woman and man were walking down Swain's Lane after a night out in Highgate when the woman screamed, suddenly claiming to have seen a figure standing behind the locked gate of the Western Cemetery. Though she'd only glimpsed it for a moment, it was long enough to see the horrifying twisted expression on its face that seemed to bore right into her, before the figure vanished into thin air.
Having heard the many local rumors of ghosts said to haunt the cemetery, the man returned a few weeks later with another friend to see if they could spot the apparent entity. The men clambered over the locked gate and jumped down with a crunch, onto the gravel path, then switched on their torches and headed on into the thicket
of undergrowth and crumbling gravestones beyond. Before long, as they stepped past one tomb after another, their inscriptions long since faded away, a great sense of melancholy overcame the pair, when suddenly they became aware of a low, vibrating hum that came and went with increasing regularity from somewhere up ahead in the darkness. As the noise intensified, the men found that they could no longer move their limbs, as
though the sound had cast a spell on them. Just then, a large shadow flitted across the path, like that of a human, but strange elongated. Then the pair began to feel nauseous and their breathing became labored. Barely able to think, one of the men instinctively blurted out the Lord's prayer, and within moments they were released from their fantastical quagmire. Turning,
they sprinted for the exit and never looked back. This story, along with that of Elizabeth and Barbara's, was apparently told to Shawn Manchester, who was a twenty five year old photographer at the time. In June nineteen sixty seven, Manchester had also become the president of the British Occult Society, a small organization of like minded people who were keen to learn more about what they perceived to be a sudden blossoming of occult related events in the United Kingdom.
With little more to go on, Sean claimed to have forgotten about the incidents until the summer of nineteen sixty nine, when, while out walking through Highgate one day, he was approached in the street by an anxious and tired looking Elizabeth, who was clearly desperate for his help. Seeing the woman and how deathly pale she looked, as he would later describe it. He immediately suggested they go to a nearby cafe where he could get her something to eat. Later
that afternoon, she told him her shocking story. It began soon after she and Barbara had experienced their strange vision on Swain's Lane, with a series of terrifying nightmares in which Elizabeth would wake up in a state of panic, dripping with sweat, convinced that something was trying to get in at her bedroom window. Then one night, she sensed a presence at the end of her bed and looked up to see the figure of something not quite a man standing there with the wild, snarling look on its face.
The next she remembered was something touching her and an icy cold sensation intrigued by her tail. Sean then claimed to have been taken back to Elizabeth's apartment, where he was introduced to her partner, Keith, who apparently verified the story as Elizabeth was said to have explained further, despite being diagnosed with a simple case of anemia by her doctor, none of the vitamin's and iron supplements she'd been prescribed
appeared to be making any difference. After a pleasant but tense evening, hearing more about Elizabeth's growing urge to leave her bed at night and wander out into the dark, with no sense or idea where she might go. Sean was just about to leave when Keith apparently told him about the peculiar mark that had recently appeared on Elizabeth's neck. Then, much to Sean's astonish, Elizabeth flicked back her hair to reveal two small, dark purple contusions. A few days later,
Sean received a letter from Keith. After he and Elizabeth had got into a fight one evening, he'd followed her out of the flat, watching from afar as she made her way directly to Highgate Cemetery. Once there, Keith had looked on with confusion as she tiptoed over to the cemetery gates, then just stood there, staring forlornly into the darkness beyond the railings. Having eventually snapped out of it, the pair returned to their flat, where Elizabeth retired to
bed alone. Later, after hearing a terrible scream, Keith ran into the bedroom to find Elizabeth sitting up in bed, gasping for breath, with, according to Manchester, two specks of blood on her pillow. Believing that Elizabeth was the victim of some kind of vampiric attack. Manchester claimed to have returned to her and Keith's flat immediately after receiving the letter.
On arrival, he thrust a manuscript into Keith's hand. Keith stared down at the title of the paper with confusion, The Travels of Three Gentlemen from Venice to Hamburg being the Grand Tour of Germany in the year seventeen thirty four, it read. The text was anonymous, but described a journey made by three acquaintances around Europe in the year seventeen thirty four. In it, the author described a conversation with the landlord of an inn in Leubjana, Slovenia, in which
they stayed. The man, who they took to be a fine and upstanding citizen, took great pains to warn them about a plague of vampirism that appeared to have broken out in some rural areas of the country. Then Sean directed Keith to a passage quoted from a different text entitled Dissertatio de vampires serviensibus, written by a professor Johann
Heinrich Zop in seventeen thirty three. Zop as Manchester explained, was the director of one of the leading high schools in Germany at the time and an authority on vampires in the eighteenth century. It read they come out of graves in the nighttime, rush upon people sleeping in their beds, suck out all their blood and destroy them. They attack men, women and children, sparing neither age nor sex. The people attacked by them complain of suffer vacation and a great
interception of spirit, after which they soon expire. Those who were destroyed by them, after their death become vampires too. To prevent so spreading an evil, it has found requisite to drive a stake through the dead body, from whence on this occasion the blood flows as if the person were alive. Sometimes the body is dug out at the grave and burnt to ashes, upon which all disturbances cease.
All was not lost, however, according to Manchester, who claimed to have given Keith the strict set of instructions to ward off the apparent malignants that had so invaded his and Catherine's home, garlic was to be wiped around the front door and window frames of their bedroom, and a crucifix nailed there immediately. Then, who was to place a handful of salt in a piece of linen, which was then to be thread through a silver cross and tied
around Elizabeth's neck. Then, finally, Keith was instructed to write the first fourteen verses of the Gospel and place it under Elizabeth's pillow at night, then sprinkled the room with holy water. Manchester alleges that Keith took his advice and spent the next evening watching with horror as Elizabeth writhed about in distress, suffering hellish fever dreams all night while something rattled incessantly at the window. At some point, the window was said to have even been wrenched open, after
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at the cemetery. Born in the mid nineteen forties, David Farrant grew up in Highgates, Shepherd Hill, where as a child he claimed to have seen a peculiar entity moving about his family home. Having been introduced to the culture of witchcraft by his mother, who died when he was only thirteen, David spent most of his teenage years delving
ever further into the straight and unexplained. By nineteen sixty seven, then in his early twenties, Farrant, with his long tussled hair and brooding looks, was a familiar figure around Highgate Village, rarely seen out without his loyal McCaw parrot perched on
his shoulder. Like Manchester, Farrant was part of a group two his being called the British Psychic and Occult Society, which was dedicated to discussing and where possible, investigating supposed paranormal or occult phenomena that happened to crop up in the area, which is why he found himself at the Red Lion and Sun Pub in Highgate one afternoon in nineteen sixty nine. The man he'd come to meet, was well dressed in a tailored suit and looked to be
in his late thirties. He introduced himself, but asked to be known only as Thornton for fear of ridicule, since he was a well respected accountant known to many in the local area as the so called Thornton went on to explain he was a keen amateur photographer and had recently visited Highgate Cemetery to take some pictures that warm
summer's afternoon. The place was deserted as he made his way through the crumbling, moss covered tombstones, while dust marts danced in hazy rays of sunlight that broke intermittently through the tangle of leaves above. He'd barely noticed the time passing when a few hours later, as he approached the Grand Circle of Lebanon, he heard the distant sound of church bells. Realizing the cemetery would soon be locking up, Thornton was just about to leave when he was gripped
by the absolute conviction that he was being watched. Spinning round, suddenly, he found himself face to face with a tall, dark, amorphous figure that he quickly realized, much to his horror was hovering just above the ground. Though he wanted nothing more than to run away, Thornton felt suddenly drained of energy, as if the spectral figure was somehow sucking it out of him. Then, after what seemed like a good few minutes, the figure simply vanished, and Thornton was finally able to escape.
After hearing a number of other stories just like Thornton's in the following months, David Farrant decided to investigate the cemetery for himself, and so on December twenty first, nineteen sixty nine, the winter solstice, shortly before midnight, Farrant made his way to the western Cemetery entrance at the top of Swain's Lane. No sooner had he arrived than he too was apparently gripped by the unshakeable sensation that someone
was watching him. Stepping up to the wrought iron gates, his boots echoing down the deserted road, he peered through into the darkness beyond. As his eyes began to adjust to the tangled mass of tombstones and greenery, gently lit by the silvery light of the moon, he staggered back suddenly at the sight of something standing in the middle
of one of the paths, about twenty feet away. Inside, with a rush of adrenaline, David approached the gate once more as a humanoid figure at least seven foot in height began to take shape within the shadows, and only then did he notice the two fiery red eyes staring out of its head. As David would later tell it, as the air seemed to grow even more cold around him. The figure then stepped forward toward him, and though he too wanted to run, he was completely glued to the spot.
Closing his eyes, David quickly recited a carbalistic prayer under his breath, and when he looked up, the specter was gone. When Farrant returned soon after to inspect the cemetery, this time in the daylight hours, he became fixated on the decayed state of it all. Much of it, of course, was simply the result of neglect and the ravages of time,
but other things seemed just plain out of place. For one, there seemed to be an inordinate amount of vandalism, entire vaults that appeared deliberately broken into, and the coffins inside smashed apart. One time, he even glimpsed the head and torso of a skeleton that had quite clearly been ripped out of a coffin. Then he noticed something lump and and furry lying at the edge of the path, a fox not long dead, the third he'd seen in as
many weeks, with no obvious cause of death. Early in the new year of nineteen seventy, David Varrant wrote a letter to the local paper, the Hampstead and Highgate Express, inviting readers to write in with any unusual experiences they might have had at the cemetery. Over the next few weeks,
the paper was inundated with responses. Some spoke of a man in a hat known for years to walk across Swain's Lane at night and disappear through the cemetery walls as a ghostly bell could be heard tolling in the distance,
similar to the so called Thornton's apparent sighting. Other readers spoke of the well known ghostly cyclist said to chase women down Swain's, while one detailed a particularly terrifying encounter at nearby viaduct pond on Hampstead Heath, in which a ghostly figure was apparently seen to walk solemnly into the water before turning back to wave at the viewer as if beckoning them to join them. The figure then vanished
with a horrific and nauseating cry. Over the next six weeks, eighteen accounts of apparent sightings were published, with many more put forward. Though Farrant was determined to keep an open mind about what exactly was taking place, Sean Manchester had
already drawn his conclusion. He too had continued his own investigations at Highgate Cemetery and had also noted the unusual amount of fox carcasses, Only he hadn't found them seemingly untouched like Farrant, but with as he later said, lacerations
around a throat and completely drained of blood. Given all the evidence from the apparent experience of Elizabeth voidiwa the numerous sightings of a tall, spectral figure haunting the graveyard and draining the energy of anyone unfortunate enough to cross its path to the mutilated foxes, there was only one answer.
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your first purchase of a website or domain. Also, like Farrent, Sean Manchester had too noticed the growing number of apparent grave desecrations taking place in the semin Tree, which only served to strengthen his vampire theory since he believed the two to be inextricably linked. As news of the vampire rumors and Manchester's interest in the case spread, the Hampstead and Highgate Express invited him to give his opinion on
the matter. The subsequent article was published on February twenty seventh, titled does a Vampire Walk in Highgate? According to Manchester, the property of Ashurst House, on the grounds of which the cemetery was originally built, was at one time least to an enigmatic gentleman from Eastern Europe who arrived in the country around the time of an apparent vampire epidemic
that was occurring in Southeast Europe. Manchester had good reason to think that this man, who he believed to be some form of king vampire, had resided at this location in one form or another ever since, and that black magic practitioners were trying to resurrect him. For sean there
was only one solution to the problem. That this vampire, in his opinion, a literal manifestation of physical evil, should be found and terminated by driving a stake through its heart, then decapitating it with a grave digger's shovel and burning the remains to ash. With their mutual interests, it was only a matter of time before Farran and Manchester crossed paths after appearing in an article together on March sixth.
The pair then took part in a live v broadcast from Highgate Cemetery on Friday thirteenth of March to voice their concerns. In the interview, Farrant claimed that since news of his interest in the Apparent Vampire had gone public, he'd received a series of sinister letters covered in strange symbols, warning him him in no uncertain terms to stop meddling in things he didn't understand. However, he remained steadfastly committed
to banishing the malignant menace. Within hours of the broadcast, hundreds of members of the public, some out of excited curiosity others out of genuine concern, converged on the cemetery gates, brandishing weapons and demanding to be let into the graveyard. Before long, the steadily increasing crowd had jumped the gates and began flowing into the cemetery, gripped by an electric further as they hunted desperately for any sign of the vampire. By the time the sun had risen the following morning,
nothing had been found. Things had died down somewhat when on Friday August first, three teenagers on their own vampire hunt discovered a charred, headless corpse lying beside the broken remnants of a vault close to the cemetery's columbarium. According to Manchester, the corpse had likely been used as part
of a ritual to bring the King vampire back to life. Then, on the night of August seventeenth, two police officers on the lookout for vandals were making a routine patrol of the cemetery when they spotted a group of people behaving strangely inside one of the vaults, stepping closer. With the smell of herbs and incense in the air. They saw candles burning, as well as a series of strange markings drawn in chalk on the floor, while one of the group held a stake in their hands. It was David Farrant.
The group were duly arrested for trespassing. However, the case was eventually dismissed after Farren's solicit Ceter successfully argued that vampire hunting was not against the law. Within a week of Farrent's arrest, Sewn Manchester, who was equally keen to expel the apparent vampire, was at the columbarium next to where the headless corpse had been found, burning incense and sprinkling cups of holy water while reading various rites of
exorcism in Greek, Latin, Hebrew and English. Sometime later, Manchester claimed to have followed a woman into the cemetery who he believed was possessed by demonic spirits, all the way to a fairly nondescript vault hidden away amongst the leaves. Returning later that afternoon with a small group of fellow members of the British Occult Society, Manchester reportedly entered the vault stake in hand, where he found a coffin with no nameplate, inside which was a body that appeared to
be neither dead alive. Manchester is said to have raised the stake and was just about to plunge it somewhere between the body's seventh and eighth rib when a colleague grabbed his arm, imploring him not to do it for fear it could be sacrilege. After all, there was no guarantee that the body was that of a vampire. In the end, Manchester was forced to concede the point, stating later that he agreed to seek permission from the correct
quarter before carrying out any executions. As the sun went down, Manchester instead sprinkled salt, holy water, and garlic around the vault and read the rights of exorcism just in case, claiming later that as he did, deep voluminous booming sounds had rung out, vibrating throughout the tomb. Over the next few months, those sightings of the apparent vampire had become few and far between. Shawn Manchester and David Farrant continued
their respective monitoring of the cemetery. One full moon in October nineteen seventy, Farrant took a reporter on a tour of the cemetery, during which they found numerous open graves with a number of exposed skeletons, all missing their skulls, as well as a number of vaults and tombs defaced with strange magical scrawls. Then, one night, Farrant claimed to have come across a particularly disturbing scene. It was laid out in a grand mosaic floored vault belonging to the
cory Wright family. On the floor, drawn in vibrant white chalk, was a pentagram encased in a circle with a large triangle drawn around it, with one magical word scrawled on each side of it, and on the inside symbols the Jupiter, Mars, and the Moon had been drawn. A bust of one of the deceased in the vault had been placed at the head of the pentagram, and all of it surrounded
by long burned out candles. It was clear to Farrant that a group of black witches had evidently broken into the vault and attempted to resurrect the dead man, depict it by the bust in retaliation. Late one night on the summer solstice of nineteen seventy one, Farrant, along with nine other members of his British Psychic and Occult Society, are said to have gathered inside the cory Wright family vault, equipped with bibles, holy water, and magical herbs, amongst other implements.
On the ground, a triangle was drawn in chalk, this time with the protective circle drawn around it. Then, after some of the women disrobed as an apparent symbol of purity. The group lit candles, then came together in a circle around the markings. Together they chanted a series of readings
from the Bible, as well as some ancient spells. Before long, the icy air of the vault seemed to warm up considerably, but little more was felt until shortly after midnight, when one of the group, a self described medium, took charge
of proceedings. As some described it later, not long after she began to speak, the candles flickered and a mist was seen to descend within the circle, from out of which a writhing, black, shadowy figure began to form, growing ever bigger, until two points of light became visible in what appeared to be its face. Just then, a scream was heard as one of the group fainted to the ground, followed moments later by the startled cry of the medium as she too broke away, collapsing to the ground, and
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