With Hallowe’en approaching I thought I’d share a story about what happened when Sam and I went ghost-hunting a few years back …

There were about 30 of us booked in for a ghost walk around the Old Maltings, a Grade II listed building steeped in history at Stowmarket, Suffolk.  Sam came along because he’s still suspicious of mediums and all things paranormal, and he wants absolute proof of the existence of the spirit world.

The owners had dimmed the lights, and it felt quite spooky as we crept round and listened to stories of the many ghosts who haunt the building.  We all took photographs, just in case a ghost was feeling compliant enough to pop up.

After we’d had the tour (no ghosts to be seen unfortunately) there was a séance, which involved us all standing in a circle holding hands in the dark.  I was standing on one side of Sam, but on the other side of him was a 6ft hairy Bob the Builder type.  Sam took hold of Bob’s hand gingerly and uttered a few words.

“Sorry about this, mate.”

I kept my eyes to the front, bit my lip, and didn’t dare try and look sideways.  Out of the darkness a deep brown voice could be heard.

“That’s okay.”

We all had to ‘open up our chakras’ to be able to receive spirit energy.  Firstly we had to open up our base chakra, which we were told was located in the buttocks.  After this we opened various other chakras higher up.  To open up a chakra we had to close our eyes and visualise a flower growing from a tiny seed.

After the séance I asked Sam whether he had gained anything from the experience.  Sam, with his usual British dry wit replied that he had actually been thinking about what expenses to claim for, but now he was worried there might be a flower growing out of his arse.

That was definitely the last time I ever took him ghost-hunting.  Sam is very down-to-earth, and anyone less ‘other-wordly’ I’ve yet to meet.  His chakras continue to remain frustratingly unopened to this day.