I was up on the cliffs again, this time checking out a place called The Redoubt. I like the emptiness up there. I even got a few words together after the visit, but first I better tell you about the place and its hauntings.

The Redoubt is a fortress that was later reinforced with caponiers in the 1860s to counter the perceived threat of invasion by Napoleon III. It was home and workplace to the regiments of the British Army for over 150 years. A great many soldiers died here. This place was the scene of tragedy. It is these circumstances which are believed to be the root cause of hauntings.

We could not have found a more clinically pure venue to investigate with no other access available, no passing persons, no wildlife, no insecure doors or windows and no interference from power or light sources yet we encountered a host of unexplained noises from the loud and forcible to the quiet and serene. Light sources were not always explainable. Drafts and feelings were explainable.

What are we left with? A number of totally unexplained noises in a building that had no facility to make them on its own.”

Source: Ghost Connections

Next, my words – perhaps the beginnings of a lyric for a song sometime.

In the darkness you can hear them
The ones who never got away
Blood on chalk, pain then death
But the soul, it don’t decay


They sing the ballad of the unnamed soldier
When the Sun has gone to bed
They won’t be going home again
The invisible undead


Lost love, lost limbs and broken hearts
From fighting in a war
The blackness is their prison now
Locked up behind an unlocked door


You’ll hear them, never see them
If you ever pass by their clifftop cell
The invisible undead, the invisible undead
Outside the gates of Hell

Music wise, the closest I can get to the Invisible Undead is a piece of sound art I made a few years back called ‘March of The Dead’. I hope you enjoy;

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George Blamey-Steeden

Guitarist / Songwriter from the UK. I have a First-Class BA (Hons) in Creative Music Technology. You check out my music via Bandcamp.

57 thoughts on “THE INVISIBLE UNDEAD”

    1. Thanks, FeliciaThe Redoubt is set in the White Cliffs of Dover. It’s all made of chalk. I’m guessing the earth/grass on top might have been put together in WW2. The Battle of Britain was fought in the skies above. So the place didn’t get bombed they probably went for grass as camouflage. Thanks again ~ George .

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      1. The high street isn’t all that as most got bombed in WW2, but all around the town is great. The Castle, the White Cliffs, the farms and forests make it for me ~ George

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    1. Thanks, Shey. A lot of people diss Dover when all they’ve seen of it is just the high street – which isn’t that great – but all around the town is views, farms, and the sea. Thanks again ~ George


      1. I think it’s because we’re a port town that we get dissed for – plus the Romanian/Bulgarians who live here. The thing is that they are OK people but others don’t seem to like them ~ George


      2. Yeah, your dad has often said. Hell, people are so tribal when we are all travellers here ourselves if we go back through our history far enough. This is an island. Once it stood at the end of the known world Always people were going to come. Growing up I thought my people had always lived in Dundee. Then I did the family history and discovered there wasn’t one here before 1849. In fact it was astonishing to see all the places they had come from and in many instances how they had come. Astonishing to see the places they had been strangers in.
        You be proud of where you’re from and where you are ‘from’ now. And the hell with detractors.

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      3. I agree totally. “Tribalism” v “We are all travellers here ourselves if we go back through our history far enough. This is an island” – I’ll take the travellers, Shey. Also, ‘Places they had been strangers in’ just has to be a line inside a lyric/verse ~ George


  1. I do believe in ghosts or a presence of someone no longer alive. In my house in London there was a ghost. Not a frightening presence but I knew it was there. I really enjoyed reading your poem. I believe that people who die in something distressing like a war cannot help but stay on in some way “locked up behind the unlocked door”.

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    1. My mum tells me that she always had a ghost called George following her around from Devon to Cambridge then Kent. She hasn’t seen him since she called me George. I’m not 100% with ghosts but yes there are things that science hasn’t worked out just yet. Thank you ~ George

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