Inquiry into buried bodies and the paranormal now available in both paperback and e-book

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A NEW book which lifts the lid on the strange history and unexplained incidents within a small North Shropshire cottage is now available in both paperback and e-book.

Bones – the Mystery of Plympton Cottage written by award winning investigative reporter Nic Outterside is a true account of ghostly riddles, the supernatural, unsolved mysteries, skeletal discoveries and unexplained incidents.

Originally published as a paperback book, the Kindle e-book edition has now also been made available.

The book includes testimonies from more than half a dozen people who lived in the Whitchurch cottage over a period of more than 30 years. It also includes the author’s own story of the paranormal activity he and his family encountered while resident in the same house.

Bones – the Mystery of Plympton Cottage has been painstakingly researched and written over a period of six years.

Nic explains: “I did not believe in any so-called hereafter nor did I believe in ghosts or spirits.

“I had been an investigative newspaper journalist for more than 28 years and by the very nature of my work had to deal in hard proven facts.

“But all that changed when my family and I moved into Plympton Cottage in Whitchurch in June 2013.

“From the moment my wife broke her leg in a hidden hole in the garden less than 20 minutes after the removal van arrived, right up to the Christmas and New Year holidays, each day was potted with what I can only describe as paranormal activity.”

But a eureka moment was yet to come…

“By chance on Monday 13th January 2014 I discovered that seven unidentified skeletons had been found buried in the grounds of our home,” says Nic.

“The unexplained occurrences in the cottage did not cease, but now we began an investigation as to when the bodies were buried and what became of the skeletons, because no-one seemed to know.

“My book documents not only the 18 months we lived in Plympton Cottage but also the investigation which followed,” he adds.

 

Bones – the Mystery of Plympton Cottage is now available as a large format paperback from Amazon priced £7.99 ($9.94)

www.amazon.co.uk/Bones-Mystery-Plympton-Nic-Outterside/dp/1698966318/

www.amazon.com/dp/1698966318/

A Kindle e-book edition of the book is now also available worldwide for £2.99 ($3.88)

www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07ZDM5T1G

www.amazon.com/dp/B07ZDM5T1G

Bones – the Mystery of Plympton Cottage will also be available from selected independent book shops and by direct mail order in January 2020.

Poem: Empathy

Beauty is a painted veil

Its colours are skin deep

Love is just a holy grail

Fading grey while you’re asleep

Don’t look away, I’ve drained the cup

And life’s race is all but run

Thinking of you when the sun comes up

To finish where I begun

Magic sparkles in the night

And laughter fills your dream

Hope dances in the morning light

Drifting away on an urgent stream

Don’t look away, I’ve drained the cup

And life’s race is all but run

Thinking of you when the sun comes up

To finish where I begun

Life it seems to crawl away

Drowned by rivers of blindness

Curtains shutter the brand new day

Floating on a sea of kindness

Don’t look away, I’ve drained the cup

And life’s race is all but run

Thinking of you when the sun comes up

To finish where I begun

Time lingers on the ocean’s edge

To where the soft winds blow

High up to that golden ledge

Looking back on what was left below

Don’t look away, I’ve drained the cup

And life’s race is all but run

Thinking of you when the sun comes up

To finish where I begun

Darkness and Light (a lot less dignity than you think)

Look in their eyes and then you’ll see

Love or murder in the first degree

Friends last forever but the lovers just lust

And the demon’s glare turns it all to rust

I went down to where the vultures still feed

I would’ve gone deeper, but there was no need

Heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men

Taunting my back and corrupting again

So many roads and so much at stake

So many dead ends, I’m at the edge of the lake

Sometimes I wonder which path to take

But I cannot return from the last mistake

See my blue-eyed boy run cross the mud and sand

We keep going down into that forgotten land

I heard the songs of darkness and the songs of light

In the emotional avenues of despair

She smiled and sparkled and I just laughed

Duplicity never been photographed

I went down to the bottom and back it seems

Into the valley of those electric dreams

Running fast and moving too slow

Now at the end, there’s no place to go

Just bite down hard on the next bitter pill

And follow sweet fairies to the top of the hill

Poem: Oh, Sister 1987

Peering through the haze of double sight

Bright eyes shine back at me

Warm words of comfort at this time

A countenance of hope in a bitter fight

Drifts in smothering dreams of ecstasy

Head, heart and senses scream

In a battle to restore to life

Oh Sister your presence gives hope

To a body cut open by a surgeon’s knife.