Archived from the old site.

From the age of twenty-three, Nick was deeply involved in paranormal investigation and research. Following in the footsteps of his most influential mentor, he took on countless cases of hauntings, poltergeists, and UFO sightings (to name just a few!). He helped baffled, and in many instances, terrified & traumatised people to understand what was happening to them. He likes to unravel the mystery of the paranormal, and also, to help people at the same time!

When Nick finishes an investigation he writes a thorough report. Many of these reports he would later publish in Fortean & paranormal magazines throughout the world. He was actively researching and writing at the time of his disappearance. I think that had the Rose Red expedition not happened, he’d have been writing well into his old age. I hope that once I find him, he will.

As I can, I’ll be posting excerpts of Nick’s articles (the ones I have copies of, in his youth Nick rarely kept the magazines in which he was published–it was I, actually, who insisted upon saving at least one copy of every magazine in which his work appeared), and other bits and pieces of his reports and papers.

I hope you enjoy Nick’s writing as much as I have.

Excerpt from Nick’s writeup of his mentor’s report on the “Smiths” of Kinnelon, NJ:

For their protection, I shall call them “Robert and Lorna Smith.” They were by all accounts the most ordinary of near-retirement couples: home-cooked meals together every night promptly at 6.30pm (4pm on the “Lord‘s Day”); Church at 10am on Sunday; three children, two dogs, eggs, sausage & black coffee over the newspaper every morning…they never failed in the daily execution of their little rituals. They were happy. They were fulfilled.

All that changed on the twenty-fourth of June, 1982. It was half past four in the afternoon, and Robert was still at work. Lorna was returning home from a trip to the market. When she pulled into her drive, she noticed the garage door was open.

Immediately she worried. She never opened the garage door; she went out through the front door, and indeed the garage was locked when she left. (They did not have a remote-control-operated garage door, rather they had one that slid up and down by manual force. When it wasn’t in use, they kept it locked with a small padlock. A safety precaution they’d taken to after the house down the street was burgled several months earlier.)

She contemplated going straight to her neighbor’s and phoning the police. As she examined the padlock, however, she could see no evidence of forced entry. The padlock was simply open, as though it hadn’t been properly locked in the first place. Perhaps, she thought, a strong wind had blown the loose lock open, and the door up. It had been exceptionally windy that day…

Lorna mustered every ounce of courage within her and entered the house through the interior door to the garage. Nothing looked disturbed. No sign of burglary. Cautiously, she explored every room in the house. With each step she grew more confident that her “wind” theory was indeed correct. Until she climbed the stairs, and entered the master bedroom.

What she saw she could hardly believe. Everything in the room–the walls, the ceiling, the carpet, every surface–was drenched in water! What’s more, further inspection proved it wasn’t ordinary well water, but salt water, from the sea. The nearest coast was a good three hour drive from her home. What sort of mischief maker would carefully break into her house, take nothing, but douse her bedroom in salt water?

This was only the beginning of the hell of bizarre events in which the Smiths would find themselves involved, over the course of the following eighteen months. My mentor and dearest friend, Alistair Wallace, was called in to investigate the oddities at the Smith house. It would be the last such investigation my mentor carried out, as soon after finishing with the Smiths, he was diagnosed with end-stage cancer. Here is his report as he dictated to me before his death.

Here’s a (very small) picture of the cover of the Forteana Magazine issue in which Nick was interviewed. It was the magazine’s feature! I was positively beaming with pride. (However, not many people read Forteana Magazine, so I had a pretty small group of people with whom to share in my excitement!)

I would have scanned the cover in full size, unfortunately, Nick foolishly lent the only copy we had to a friend. As a psychic, Nick should’ve seen that it wouldn’t be returned! The “friend” moved away shortly thereafter and despite my constant calls and letter writing, never gave us back the magazine. I eventually gave up.

In what seemed to be a conspiracy against my having a copy of Nick’s interview, Forteana Magazine folded before I could obtain a copy. (They had seven years in print, a long time for a periodical with such a niche market.) I managed to find this tiny picture on a rather strange Forteana fan site:

That was, of course, back when his hair was much longer. He cut his hair very short about a year after this was taken (this issue was published in February, 1995), to faciliate a lot of the psychological testing he was involved in with universities around the region. (He found short hair easier to manage, with the gross slime they put in his hair for brainwave testing.) I loved the “thoughtful pose,” but Nick thought it looked geeky.

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