Feeling a bit shaken from my experience in the V.I.P. room, I made my way to the next level.

It was here that lines of prisoners were kept chained together. They were not allowed to talk to each other and were brutally beaten and electrocuted for the most minor of offenses.

The hall was pitch dark and I had to use the torch which I was still clutching onto for dear life. I walked slowly down the length of the now empty hall but saw and felt nothing out of the ordinary. I decided to move on to the next building. As I came to the door, out the corner of my eye I swear I glimpsed movement about halfway along the hall. Whether this was ghost, shadow person or imagination I have no idea but when I looked properly, it was gone. (more…)

Usually when a person goes out ‘ghost hunting’, you need to make certain preparations. For a start there is your kit: still camera, video camera, thermometer, electro-static detector to name a few. Here I was: About to enter the most haunted place in Cambodia with virtually nothing!

My video camera had been left back home, the flash on my camera had been damaged on the flight and forget about any of the other equipment. Another vital component I didn’t have was a partner to accompany me.

I was about to enter the most haunted place in Cambodia alone, with no equipment except for a small torch and not really knowing what to expect. I had a choice: call it off or go for it. Against all common sense, I decided to go for it! (more…)

I have always been the kind of person who goes out of their way to find the supernatural and paranormal.

I am curious. I want to know.

These have always seemed to be my mantras in life, so it isn’t surprising that I often seize opportunities even being woefully unprepared. One such opportunity presented itself to me on my recent trip to Cambodia.

The trip was primarily due to renewing my visa, but I had always been fascinated by Cambodia and its often turbulent history — the Angkor Wat temples, the Killing Fields of the Khmer Rouge and the influence of the French colonialists. At no point had I thought about ghosts, hauntings or other paranormal activities. On my third day in Phnom Penh, my taxi driver / tour guide suggested we go to see the Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum. This being on my agenda, I jumped at the chance and off we went. (more…)