| I first met Wayne and Raymond Booran back in 1980 while I was investigating crop circles in Cheshire, England. I had heard stories of the duos incredible accomplishments, but never thought much about them, thinking them to be just another pair of phony, two-bit, psychic charlatans. I knew that they were investigating poltergeist activity in the famed Borley Rectory, so I arranged to meet them for tea at a local tavern. I expected to see two dark figures dressed in holy gowns and carrying the good book by their side, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. Wayne and Raymond arrived looking like two average people. In fact, a little too average. Wearing plain clothes, they both arrived smelling of cologne, cigarettes, and fresh brewed coffee. I was struck by the simpleness and honesty of these two great men. While we ordered tea, their cell phone rang constantly and they took phone call after phone call from distressed people suffering from all sorts of supernatural attack. One woman had three-year-old twins that were possessed. Another had a werewolf terrorizing her farm and devouring her livestock and yet another had recently returned from an alien abduction with strange markings and a sore anus. The patience and compassion the Boorans showed with each of their calls was staggering. And it was through this sincerity and compassion that I witnessed in their efforts that I knew that I was dealing with the real thing. The Boorans talked freely about their uncanny profession and invited me to witness the exorcism of an English woman’s pet poodle in a nearby town. The opportunity to witness first hand one of the Boorans’ fabled encounters was one far to great to pass up, so I accompanied them to the woman’s residence about 40 miles away. I cannot divulge the shocking details of that horrid evening, but suffice to say that I have seen evil in it’s truest form, and I’ve also seen the awesome knowledge and power the Boorans displayed in helping this poor woman’s pet. It was a night that I wish I could forget, and it’s been a constant source of nightmares and troubled sleep from which I know I shall never fully recover. While I had been out naively studying flattened grass in a field, the Boorans were battling evil in ways that I shudder to even contemplate. That one night changed me forever, and yet for the Boorans it was just another day’s work. It is for these reasons that I agreed to write this prologue for the website you are now visiting. I can attest that everything the Boorans chronicle is not only true, but also a terrifying reality in the lives of ordinary people like you and me. May their stories enlighten you and teach you about a unspoken world of ghosties and ghoulies and long legged beasties and things that go bump in the night, for all they did for me was scare me shitless. You have been warned, dear reader, and I pray that you never need their services. Enjoy. . . if you can. -Dr. Hans B. Rollo October 20, 1999 Institute of Practical Scientific Research New York, NY |
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