Mr Turvill said the pair are made up of a female medium and male scientist who are working together like Mulder and Scully from cult TV show X-Files to find out about things that go bump in the night. But the Mick is something of a sceptic and says he is looking for hard scientific proof to prove him wrong.
They will arrive at the pub on March 4 and their experiment will be done in two halves.First will be the scientific side with video cameras, thermometers and other gadgets designed to measure any changes what so ever in the room. They will set this up and then leave it over night to see if anybody, or anything, shows up.
As well as this the medium will also use her powers to learn about the building and an in-depth look at the history of the pub will be carried out.
Mr Turvill said the pair had already been to some other ancient buildings and how in one incident in Sheffield the medium predicted that a pub had once been a newsagents - and was right.
The ghost that is said to haunt The Feathers is thought to be a young woman called Charlotte. As one version of the story goes her husband or boyfriend was a highway man and he was killed in the stables at the back of the feathers, which is now the car park. On seeing this she ran upstairs into her room and killed herself Other versions include that she was murdered by the highwayman after she turned down his advances, and you can hear the clunk of her body being dragged downstairs. He was then hanged at the back of the hotel. The room is now a store cupboard as people were too scared to spend any time in there.
The legend of Charlotte has been passed down the generations of landlords, managers and customers at the pub and Mr Turvill said that the ghost hunt could find something after he had a strange encounter himself.
He said: "I am a sceptic and I don't really believe in this sort of thing. But three months ago I had a strange experience in here. I was sat having my tea and heard the rustle of a plant and saw a woman's arm.
I thought someone had got drunk and fallen asleep in the toilets so I got up to look but there was no-one there. But I saw it clear as day.".

The following extract is taken from "Tales of Old Inns"
by Richard Keverne (first pub. May 1939, but extract from 5th ed. 1952)

About the Feathers in Pocklington, thirteen miles from York in the East Riding, a first-class political squable arose in 1834. The Feathers was a Tory Inn, and to it came Lord Brougham, Lord Chancellor of England, his daughter and his private secretary early one morning. They were travelling by Chaise to Hull. Lord Brougham complained that he was improperly received and the local press waged war.

The Whig papers, supporting the Lord Chancellor, claimed that he had been insulted, shown into a public room, unswept, undusted and without a fire, and that no breakfast awaited him although he had notified the Landlord of his coming. One journal stated, rashly, that there were no post-horses at the Feathers or any other Pocklington Inn.

The Tory press, in arms with the landlord, claimed that he received no intimation that Lord Brougham desired breakfast, he had only been notified that he would change horses at the inn at a certain hour. Although the Lord Chancellor arrived two hours before his time, the horses were ready, and the party shown into the best room.

The battle raged hotly for a while, but the Feathers won. The rash journal that complained of the lack of post-horses had to withdraw. It published this recantation. "It is well known to all travellers through Pocklington that the Feathers Inn, post-horses have been kept for the last half-century and we understand that there is no more accommodating establishment in the East Riding."

And there the matter ended, though it is said that Lord Brougham never entered the town again.

Lord Brougham would have found the Feathers a modern house reconstructed within the last ten years or so. To-day, a hundred odd years later, it has the same character, although there are parts of a much older building left. Oak rafters and moulded beams in the office belong to the sixteenth century; the passage leading to the kitchen, with meat and game hooks still in the ceiling, is of the 1700's. So is the window of the still-room that probably once lighted a Georgian coffee-room.

The Feathers was a great market house in its time, and a hunting inn, which accounts for its very extensive stables. One of its former Landlords used to farm, and the top yard of the inn was his stockyard. The Feathers field behind the house was a busy place during Pocklington's old May and Martinmas horse and cattle fairs.

But all is past. Pocklington is just a quiet little country town, with only dreams of the busy times that used to be when the Feathers was a century younger.