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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