The story of the Cock Lane Ghost began back in 1760, in a house near to London's famous Smithfield market and just along from St Paul's Cathedral. Cock Lane still exists today.
1800s Illustration of where 'Scratching Fanny' was heard in Cock Lane
William Kent, a stockbroker, rented a house from the parish clerk, Richard Parsons. The arrangement was fine until 1762 when Kent's wife died and he began to court her sister, Fanny, who soon became his 'housekeeper'.
Miss Fanny and Mr Kent sealed their love by making wills and naming each other as beneficiaries. Shortly following this Kent and Parsons fell out following a disagreement over money, so Kent moved out of the property and began legal proceedings against Parsons. As this turmoil was happening Fanny fell sick and died of smallpox.
With Fanny dead Parsons hatched a cunning plan. He concocted a story saying that Kent had murdered Fanny to get his hands on the inheritance.
Now comes the ghostly bit, which became known as Scratching Fanny.
Parsons made claims that Fanny was now haunting the house in Cock Lane. He alleged that Fanny had come back as a ghost. What's more he said that she had contacted his 12 year old daughter, Elizabeth. Fanny told her that Kent had poisoned her.The story spread like wildfire and seance's were held in the house. At one time Parsons invited a committee of 20 men to witness Fanny's ghost possessing his young daughter. Elizabeth, under the influence of Fanny, declared once again that she had been poisoned and that the only way she could rest would be if Kent were hanged.
The room where Scratching Fanny was heard
This got the house more publicity and curious people wanted to hear Fanny Scratching. So much so, that Parsons began charging people to come inside to hear the ghostly sounds of knocking and scratching.Of course there are always doubters about anything psychic, even back in the 1760s, so an investigation was started. One member of the investigative team being none other than Dr Samuel Johnson. He wrote the following about his experience of a seance held in the Cock Lane house (it's quite long and in the language of the time.)
Cock Lane sign today "On the night of the 1st of February many gentlemen, eminent for their rank and character were, by the invitation of the Reverend Mr. Aldrich, of Clerkenwell, assembled at his house, for the examination of the noises supposed to be made by a departed spirit, for the detection of some enormous crime.
Dr.Samuel Johnson (1709-1784)
About ten at night the gentlemen met in the chamber in which the girl, supposed to be disturbed by a spirit, had, with proper caution, been put to bed by several ladies. They sat rather more than an hour, and hearing nothing, went down stairs, when they interrogated the father of the girl, who denied, in the strongest terms, any knowledge or belief of fraud.
The supposed spirit had before publicly promised, by an affirmative knock, that it would attend one of the gentlemen into the vault under the Church of St. John, Clerkenwell, where the body is deposited, and give a token of her presence there, by a knock upon her coffin; it was therefore determined to make this trial of the existence or veracity of the supposed spirit.
While they were enquiring and deliberating, they were summoned into the girl's chamber by some ladies who were near her bed, and who had heard knocks and scratches. When the gentlemen entered, the girl declared that she felt the spirit like a mouse upon her back, and was required to hold her hands out of bed. From that time, though the spirit was very solemnly required to manifest its existence by appearance, by impression on the hand or body of any present, by scratches, knocks, or any other agency, no evidence of any preter-natural power was exhibited.
The spirit was then very seriously advertised that the person to whom the promise was made of striking the coffin, was then about to visit the vault, and that the performance of the promise was then claimed. The company at one o'clock went into the church, and the gentleman to whom the promise was made, went with another into the vault. The spirit was solemnly required to perform its promise, but nothing more than silence ensued: the person supposed to be accused by the spirit, then went down with several others, but no effect was perceived.
Upon their return they examined the girl, but could draw no confession from her. Between two and three she desired and was permitted to go home with her father. It is, therefore, the opinion of the whole assembly, that the child has some art of making or counterfeiting a particular noise, and that there is no agency of any higher cause."
~ Samuel Johnson (1762)
The findings of the investigation meant that Parsons was put on trial for fraud - remember he had been charging people to visit the house and attend seances there. He was found guilty and sentenced to two years in prison.
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Saturday, December 5
The True Story Of The Fanny Scratching Ghost Of Cock Lane
Friday, August 21
Maureen Saw A Ghost Wearing A Shirt And Nothing Else
A true, scary, ghostly experience from Maureen
My family, that's me, husband and five year old child, were going on holiday and flying from London's Heathrow Airport, which is about a 200 mile journey from where we live.
By coincidence a friend told us his father had died and we could use his now empty flat [apartment] to stay overnight. It was only about 10 minutes from the airport. What's more we could also leave our car there as well.
We thought this was great as the flight was early in the morning and it would save us on parking fees and getting up very early to travel to HeathrowThe flat was quite small but perfect for a night's sleep. In the evening we put our son to bed and, after watching a little television, decided to have an early night. I used the bathroom first and settled into bed with my book. The bedroom was virtually opposite the bathroom and I left the door open while my husband showered.
I was reading away and glanced up and saw what I took to be my husband walking down the hall-way. It looked like he was just wearing his shirt and nothing else, which was a bit odd, but I thought no more about it. I imagined he was going to the kitchen for a drink of water or something.
I got back to my book and then heard a noise from the bathroom. This puzzled me and then my husband came out of the bathroom door, wearing a towel around his waist, a shiver went down my spine, "Where's your shirt?" I asked.
He looked strangely at me (nothing unusual there) and said, "Why?"
"Well you were wearing it a few minutes ago when you went to the kitchen."
"What are you talking about? I've been in the bathroom, not the kitchen," he snapped.
Another shiver went down my spine as I explained what I'd seen: the man in a shirt. My husband went and searched the flat but everything was secure, all the doors and windows locked. "Your imagination," he said.
Then we heard our son cry out, "Mum, there's an orange floating in my room."
We both rushed to his room, next to ours, and he was standing on the bed pointing at what appeared to be an orange globe. This travelled along the wall and then suddenly disappeared.
"The man in his nightshirt left it here," said our son. He was trembling with fear.
Again my husband searched the flat but, as before, all was secure. I think even he was a bit spooked by now. The three of us got into bed, leaving the hall light on, and tried to sleep. In the morning we were glad when our taxi arrived to take us to our flight terminal.
We were going to stop at the flat overnight again after our holiday but, instead, we picked up our car from the car park and made our way home. No way was I going inside that flat again.
We told our friend about the incident but he just laughed and joked that it was probably his dad wondering what we were doing there. As for the globe, maybe a reflection from passing traffic.
I don't know what or who it was but I know what I saw.
~ Maureen
I was reading away and glanced up and saw what I took to be my husband walking down the hall-way. It looked like he was just wearing his shirt and nothing else, which was a bit odd, but I thought no more about it. I imagined he was going to the kitchen for a drink of water or something.
I got back to my book and then heard a noise from the bathroom. This puzzled me and then my husband came out of the bathroom door, wearing a towel around his waist, a shiver went down my spine, "Where's your shirt?" I asked.
He looked strangely at me (nothing unusual there) and said, "Why?"
"Well you were wearing it a few minutes ago when you went to the kitchen."
"What are you talking about? I've been in the bathroom, not the kitchen," he snapped.
Another shiver went down my spine as I explained what I'd seen: the man in a shirt. My husband went and searched the flat but everything was secure, all the doors and windows locked. "Your imagination," he said.
Then we heard our son cry out, "Mum, there's an orange floating in my room."
We both rushed to his room, next to ours, and he was standing on the bed pointing at what appeared to be an orange globe. This travelled along the wall and then suddenly disappeared.
"The man in his nightshirt left it here," said our son. He was trembling with fear.
Again my husband searched the flat but, as before, all was secure. I think even he was a bit spooked by now. The three of us got into bed, leaving the hall light on, and tried to sleep. In the morning we were glad when our taxi arrived to take us to our flight terminal.
We were going to stop at the flat overnight again after our holiday but, instead, we picked up our car from the car park and made our way home. No way was I going inside that flat again.
We told our friend about the incident but he just laughed and joked that it was probably his dad wondering what we were doing there. As for the globe, maybe a reflection from passing traffic.
I don't know what or who it was but I know what I saw.
~ Maureen
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Tuesday, June 30
The Ghostly Brown Lady on the Stairs
Many claim to have seen the Brown Lady of Raynham Hall, Norfolk, England. Even royalty have seen this upmarket ghost.
King George IV, for example, while staying at the Hall, is said to have woken during the night to see a woman in brown. He was so shaken - though not stirred - that he refused to stay another hour in the house.
The story goes that at the age of 26 Dorothy married Lord Charles Townshend. But not all was good within the marriage as Charles discovered that Dorothy had in fact been the mistress of Lord Wharton.
As punishment Dorothy was locked in her apartment until she died from a broken heart, though some say the cause of death was smallpox.
Until 1904 there was a portrait of Lady Dorothy dressed in brown in the hall - thus the ghosts name.
In the portrait Dorothy had large sparkling eyes. It was said that the portrait looked normal during the day, but at night the face would become evil looking.
Now we come to the photo. In 1936 Lord Townshend hired a professional photographer to take photos of the Hall.
The photographer noticed a shadowy figure, dressed in white, on the stairs. On an impulse a photo was taken and when developed was seen to be the outline of a ghostly lady wearing a wedding style dress.
The photo was published in Country Life magazine on December 1st, 1936 and caused quite a sensation. The photo was said to be genuine at the time.
Over the years several people have seen the Brown Lady including a Colonel Loftus and Captain Frederick Marryat who encountered the ghost grinning at him. He was so scared he shot at the figure. The bullet went right through the ghost and lodged in a door behind where the Brown Lady appeared.
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Thursday, August 25
The Secret Told To Samuel Wilberforce By A Ghost!
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| Samuel Wilberforce - English Bishop of the Church of England |
On a certain occasion the worthy bishop [Samuel Wilberforce] had accepted an invitation to stay at a country house not far from London. Entering the drawing room previous to dinner on the evening of his arrival, he noticed a priest - evidently of the Roman communion - sitting by the open fire and taking no part in the general conversation. The bishop was somewhat surprised at not being presented to the priest. To his further astonishment, a few minutes later, dinner being announced, the guests retired, leaving the priest by the fire.
The hostess assigned Bishop Wilberforce the seat of honour at her right hand, as soon as an opportunity offered he remarked:
"I beg your pardon, madam, but may I enquire who was the priest we left sitting apart in the drawing room?"
"Ah, you have seen him then?" replied the lady. "It is not everyone who has the privilege. I cannot tell you who he is or whence he comes. For many years this spectre has haunted the house and grounds. He seems to do no harm, and although he appears only occasionally we have become quite accustomed to our friendly ghost."
"How very singular!" remarked his lordship. "But have you never addressed your priestly spectre?"
"Indeed, I have had no opportunity, nor the desire, for that matter," responded the hostess, growing pale.
"May I have the liberty now?" inquired the dignitary.
"With all my heart, your lordship," replied the lady.
The bishop arose, and returning to the drawing room found the priest where he had left him a few minutes before, Having no fear, the bishop said kindly: "Who are you, my friend, and why are you here?"
"I am the spirit of a priest who left this world some 80 years ago, and I am here to impart to any one who will receive it a secret which died with me. I could not rest in my grave while a great wrong was being done which it was my power to right. I have been returning all these years in the hope that someone would address me, for it was not given to me to be the first to speak. All men have shunned me until now, and it is your mission to do my bidding.
"I was a priest of the church of Rome and was called to this house 80 years ago to receive the confession of a dying man. He was the sole possessor of a secret, the knowledge of which would alter materially the entail of a this vast estate, and in his death this man wished to repair the terrible wrong he had brought upon his kin.
"At his request I wrote down the confession word for word, as he gave it to me, and when finished had barely time to administer the final sacrament of the church before he expired in my arms,
"It was very important that I should return to London that night, and in passing through the library to leave the house, I concluded it would be better not to carry the paper on which was written the confession away with me, but to place it somewhere secure, unseen spot, where I could obtain it the following day and deliver the document to the person for whom it was intended.
"Mounting the steps to the book shelves, I took out a copy of Young's Night Thoughts, which was the first book upon the uppermost shelf nearest the last window, and inserted the paper carefully between its leaves. I replaced the book and departed.
"A horse was awaiting me at the door, but ere we reached the entrance of the grounds he took fright. I was thrown and instantly killed. Thus died the secret of my confessor with me.
"No one has disturbed that book in all the years, and no one has had the courage to address this messenger from the unknown. The paper will be found as I stated, and now remains for you to correct the injustice which has so long been upon this noble family. My mission is over, and I can rest in peace."
At the close of this remarkable speech the spectre faded gradually from sight, and the bishop was left gazing into space.
Recovering from his astonishment, Bishop Wilberforce went at once to the library as indicated by the specter. He found the document, just as described, but now faded and yellow.
The secret of the confession never became known to the world. The good bishop regarded it as a confidence from the spiritual world.
It is a fact, however, that about the time of this extraordinary occurrence the magnificent estate in question passed into the possession of a remote member of the family, who until then had lived in obscurity.
The hostess assigned Bishop Wilberforce the seat of honour at her right hand, as soon as an opportunity offered he remarked:
"I beg your pardon, madam, but may I enquire who was the priest we left sitting apart in the drawing room?"
"Ah, you have seen him then?" replied the lady. "It is not everyone who has the privilege. I cannot tell you who he is or whence he comes. For many years this spectre has haunted the house and grounds. He seems to do no harm, and although he appears only occasionally we have become quite accustomed to our friendly ghost."
"How very singular!" remarked his lordship. "But have you never addressed your priestly spectre?"
"Indeed, I have had no opportunity, nor the desire, for that matter," responded the hostess, growing pale.
"May I have the liberty now?" inquired the dignitary.
"With all my heart, your lordship," replied the lady.
The bishop arose, and returning to the drawing room found the priest where he had left him a few minutes before, Having no fear, the bishop said kindly: "Who are you, my friend, and why are you here?"
"I am the spirit of a priest who left this world some 80 years ago, and I am here to impart to any one who will receive it a secret which died with me. I could not rest in my grave while a great wrong was being done which it was my power to right. I have been returning all these years in the hope that someone would address me, for it was not given to me to be the first to speak. All men have shunned me until now, and it is your mission to do my bidding.
"I was a priest of the church of Rome and was called to this house 80 years ago to receive the confession of a dying man. He was the sole possessor of a secret, the knowledge of which would alter materially the entail of a this vast estate, and in his death this man wished to repair the terrible wrong he had brought upon his kin.
"At his request I wrote down the confession word for word, as he gave it to me, and when finished had barely time to administer the final sacrament of the church before he expired in my arms,
"It was very important that I should return to London that night, and in passing through the library to leave the house, I concluded it would be better not to carry the paper on which was written the confession away with me, but to place it somewhere secure, unseen spot, where I could obtain it the following day and deliver the document to the person for whom it was intended.
"Mounting the steps to the book shelves, I took out a copy of Young's Night Thoughts, which was the first book upon the uppermost shelf nearest the last window, and inserted the paper carefully between its leaves. I replaced the book and departed.
"A horse was awaiting me at the door, but ere we reached the entrance of the grounds he took fright. I was thrown and instantly killed. Thus died the secret of my confessor with me.
"No one has disturbed that book in all the years, and no one has had the courage to address this messenger from the unknown. The paper will be found as I stated, and now remains for you to correct the injustice which has so long been upon this noble family. My mission is over, and I can rest in peace."
At the close of this remarkable speech the spectre faded gradually from sight, and the bishop was left gazing into space.
Recovering from his astonishment, Bishop Wilberforce went at once to the library as indicated by the specter. He found the document, just as described, but now faded and yellow.
The secret of the confession never became known to the world. The good bishop regarded it as a confidence from the spiritual world.
It is a fact, however, that about the time of this extraordinary occurrence the magnificent estate in question passed into the possession of a remote member of the family, who until then had lived in obscurity.
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Saturday, July 2
A Ghostly Great Dane Saved Their LIves
This makes a change - a black Great Dane dog acting as a guardian angel! Here is Raven's slightly spooky story.
My sister Carolyn and I were travelling from Florida to Georgia. It was dark out, and I will speculate the time to be around 4 a.m. We had recently got on the Florida turnpike and were south of Boca Raton, Florida.
Carolyn, who is a notorious interstate speeder, was travelling well above the 65 mph speed limit at the time.
I heard my sister say, "Now what is he doing out there?" and slowed down the car.
I looked over to the side of the road where she was looking, and asked what she was talking about. She replied, "That big black dog over there."
I could see nothing on the side of the road, but she swore she could see this huge dog, as big as a Great Dane on the side of the turnpike in front of us. She slowed the car down further, and we began to climb a hill. On the way down, there is a curve, and we noticed a bunch of highway workers on the side of the road, setting up signs in order to start work on the highway.
At the speed we had been travelling, we would have collided with one of the highway trucks and possibly killed.
When I later asked her about it, she said she saw a huge black dog, on the side of the road, and he looked like he was about to go into the lanes. She was driving a new Toyota, and knew if she hit the dog at the speed she was travelling, she would have almost 'totalled' her car, so to try to avoid him she slowed down. She claims she saw the dog the entire time she was passing him, and could see him in the rear mirror, I saw nothing,
She credits this 'dog' with saving our lives and looks at him to be a guardian angel.
I don't know what she saw, but I am glad she saw something.
~ Raven
Carolyn, who is a notorious interstate speeder, was travelling well above the 65 mph speed limit at the time.
I heard my sister say, "Now what is he doing out there?" and slowed down the car.
I looked over to the side of the road where she was looking, and asked what she was talking about. She replied, "That big black dog over there."
I could see nothing on the side of the road, but she swore she could see this huge dog, as big as a Great Dane on the side of the turnpike in front of us. She slowed the car down further, and we began to climb a hill. On the way down, there is a curve, and we noticed a bunch of highway workers on the side of the road, setting up signs in order to start work on the highway.
At the speed we had been travelling, we would have collided with one of the highway trucks and possibly killed.
When I later asked her about it, she said she saw a huge black dog, on the side of the road, and he looked like he was about to go into the lanes. She was driving a new Toyota, and knew if she hit the dog at the speed she was travelling, she would have almost 'totalled' her car, so to try to avoid him she slowed down. She claims she saw the dog the entire time she was passing him, and could see him in the rear mirror, I saw nothing,
She credits this 'dog' with saving our lives and looks at him to be a guardian angel.
I don't know what she saw, but I am glad she saw something.
~ Raven
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Thursday, June 30
The Brief Sighting Of A Ghost
A brief sighting of a ghost is the theme for today's post.
I had often hoped to encounter a ghost or apparition, but until four years ago never experienced anything close to a paranormal event.
That changed one morning four years ago, shortly after I got out of bed. My wife had got up earlier and I walked into the bathroom that adjoins our bedroom.
As I turned to re-enter the bedroom, I saw a figure walking towards the doorway. With its last step it bounded toward the hallway.
The morning light was quite dim, and I saw the figure only briefly. I assumed it was my wife, somewhat in a hurry because her last step was exaggerated.
When I walked into the bedroom and was even with the hall door, I was stunned.
The figure could not have been my wife. I could see for the first time that the person I had seen had leaped through a closed door.
I immediately found my wife in the kitchen and she confirmed she had been there for sometime. We were the only people in the house at the time.
In the past four years, there have been, regrettably, no recurrences of the shy, leaping apparition.
~ Bob Stansell
That changed one morning four years ago, shortly after I got out of bed. My wife had got up earlier and I walked into the bathroom that adjoins our bedroom.
As I turned to re-enter the bedroom, I saw a figure walking towards the doorway. With its last step it bounded toward the hallway.
The morning light was quite dim, and I saw the figure only briefly. I assumed it was my wife, somewhat in a hurry because her last step was exaggerated.
When I walked into the bedroom and was even with the hall door, I was stunned.
The figure could not have been my wife. I could see for the first time that the person I had seen had leaped through a closed door.
I immediately found my wife in the kitchen and she confirmed she had been there for sometime. We were the only people in the house at the time.
In the past four years, there have been, regrettably, no recurrences of the shy, leaping apparition.
~ Bob Stansell
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Friday, April 22
Saw A Ghost In A Vacant Store - Mystery Solved At Last
There's always an explanation some will say ... ghosts are only imaginary. The debate has rumbled on for hundreds of years. Here's a ghostly story I found from 1898 - where the mystery is solved.
The residents on and near Racine Street in the vicinity of Brady and Kenwaunee Streets, Milwaukee have had a ghost scare recently which culminated in alarming the whole neighbourhood.
Adjoining Greib's drug store at 851 Racine Street, there is a vacant store which a short time ago was occupied by an undertaker. In the front window there was formerly displayed a casket to show passers-by the nature of the business transacted within. As usual in all establishments of the kind many times corpses were brought to the place for embalming.
A few night ago [November 1898] a servant girl employed in the neighbourhood, ran to the house where she works and stated positively that there was a ghost in the window where the casket had been. She was terribly frightened and solemnly affirmed that she had seen the figure of an old man curled up as if lying in an imaginary coffin. His face was the face of death.
The man of the house called a friend and investigated the store. They saw nothing to arouse any curiosity or create any fear.
The report, however, that a ghost had been seen spread and on several occasions the figure was noticed by others. Young ladies have noticed the being and ran away with shrieks. Men and women have had creepy feelings as they felt the presence of some uncanny thing.
Noises were often heard in the store. The tramping of feet and heavy breathing as if of a dying man. Groans and, according to the tale of one frightened child, the rattling of chains.
Last night one of the young ladies who live in the neighbourhood saw the figure. She was certain that the little old man was there in the window curled up as if in a casket. She ran home and spread the alarm.
Later the young lady, with six of her friends, proposed that they all go around and see if the ghost was still in the window. The proposition was accepted and accordingly they passed the place. There it was as sure as they were themselves!
Finally one of them went close to the window and looked in. There was nothing there. The being had disappeared. But on a second look there was a figure of an old man in the dark corner of the store crouching as if in pain. He turned his head and looked straight at her. The girl ran away shrieking.
They found a police officer, but he thought they were fooling him and declined to return with them to the store. Upon their insistence, however, he approached the place and he too, started back, for there in the window was the ghostly figure again.
Pulling himself together and encouraged by the fact that even ghosts must respect the majesty of the law, he came close to the window and was more than astounded to see the figure turn and look straight at him. Then it arose and disappeared in to the darkness.
The officer tried the door and the being came from its hiding place and unlocked the door ...
... it was the janitor of the place. He sleeps in the window because there is no bed there. The neighbourhood had become quieted and the haunted store will no longer be a place of fear and trembling.
Adjoining Greib's drug store at 851 Racine Street, there is a vacant store which a short time ago was occupied by an undertaker. In the front window there was formerly displayed a casket to show passers-by the nature of the business transacted within. As usual in all establishments of the kind many times corpses were brought to the place for embalming.
A few night ago [November 1898] a servant girl employed in the neighbourhood, ran to the house where she works and stated positively that there was a ghost in the window where the casket had been. She was terribly frightened and solemnly affirmed that she had seen the figure of an old man curled up as if lying in an imaginary coffin. His face was the face of death.
The man of the house called a friend and investigated the store. They saw nothing to arouse any curiosity or create any fear.
The report, however, that a ghost had been seen spread and on several occasions the figure was noticed by others. Young ladies have noticed the being and ran away with shrieks. Men and women have had creepy feelings as they felt the presence of some uncanny thing.
Noises were often heard in the store. The tramping of feet and heavy breathing as if of a dying man. Groans and, according to the tale of one frightened child, the rattling of chains.
Last night one of the young ladies who live in the neighbourhood saw the figure. She was certain that the little old man was there in the window curled up as if in a casket. She ran home and spread the alarm.
Later the young lady, with six of her friends, proposed that they all go around and see if the ghost was still in the window. The proposition was accepted and accordingly they passed the place. There it was as sure as they were themselves!
Finally one of them went close to the window and looked in. There was nothing there. The being had disappeared. But on a second look there was a figure of an old man in the dark corner of the store crouching as if in pain. He turned his head and looked straight at her. The girl ran away shrieking.
They found a police officer, but he thought they were fooling him and declined to return with them to the store. Upon their insistence, however, he approached the place and he too, started back, for there in the window was the ghostly figure again.
Pulling himself together and encouraged by the fact that even ghosts must respect the majesty of the law, he came close to the window and was more than astounded to see the figure turn and look straight at him. Then it arose and disappeared in to the darkness.
The officer tried the door and the being came from its hiding place and unlocked the door ...
... it was the janitor of the place. He sleeps in the window because there is no bed there. The neighbourhood had become quieted and the haunted store will no longer be a place of fear and trembling.
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Thursday, April 21
Maureen Was Scared Of The Ghost Wearing Only A Shirt
A ghostly tale today from Maureen, who sent me this after reading Best Of Friends: Daisy The Ghost And Jasper The Dog. The difference being that Maureen was frightened by her experience whereas Daisy was a gentle, almost loving ghost.
My family, that's me, husband and five year old child, were going on holiday and flying from London's Heathrow Airport, which is about a 200 mile journey from where we live.
By coincidence a friend told us his father had died and we could use his now empty flat [apartment] to stay overnight. It was only about 10 minutes from the airport. What's more we could also leave our car there as well.
We thought this was great as the flight was early in the morning and it would save us on parking fees and getting up very early to travel to Heathrow.
The flat was quite small but perfect for a night's sleep. In the evening we put our son to bed and, after watching a little television, decided to have an early night. I used the bathroom first and settled into bed with my book. The bedroom was virtually opposite the bathroom and I left the door open while my husband showered.
I was reading away and glanced up and saw what I took to be my husband walking down the hall-way. It looked like he was just wearing his shirt and nothing else, which was a bit odd, but I thought no more about it. I imagined he was going to the kitchen for a drink of water or something.
I got back to my book and then heard a noise from the bathroom. This puzzled me and then my husband came out of the bathroom door, wearing a towel around his waist, a shiver went down my spine, "Where's your shirt?" I asked.
He looked strangely at me (nothing unusual there) and said, "Why?"
"Well you were wearing it a few minutes ago when you went to the kitchen."
"What are you talking about? I've been in the bathroom, not the kitchen," he snapped.
Another shiver went down my spine as I explained what I'd seen: the man in a shirt. My husband went and searched the flat but everything was secure, all the doors and windows locked. "Your imagination," he said.
Then we heard our son cry out, "Mum, there's an orange floating in my room."
We both rushed to his room, next to ours, and he was standing on the bed pointing at what appeared to be an orange globe. This travelled along the wall and then suddenly disappeared.
"The man in his nightshirt left it here," said our son. He was trembling with fear.
Again my husband searched the flat but, as before, all was secure. I think even he was a bit spooked by now. The three of us got into bed, leaving the hall light on, and tried to sleep. In the morning we were glad when our taxi arrived to take us to our flight terminal.
We were going to stop at the flat overnight again after our holiday but, instead, we picked up our car from the car park and made our way home. No way was I going inside that flat again.
We told our friend about the incident but he just laughed and joked that it was probably his dad wondering what we were doing there. As for the globe, maybe a reflection from passing traffic.
I don't know what or who it was but I know what I saw.
~ Maureen
By coincidence a friend told us his father had died and we could use his now empty flat [apartment] to stay overnight. It was only about 10 minutes from the airport. What's more we could also leave our car there as well.
We thought this was great as the flight was early in the morning and it would save us on parking fees and getting up very early to travel to Heathrow.
The flat was quite small but perfect for a night's sleep. In the evening we put our son to bed and, after watching a little television, decided to have an early night. I used the bathroom first and settled into bed with my book. The bedroom was virtually opposite the bathroom and I left the door open while my husband showered.
I was reading away and glanced up and saw what I took to be my husband walking down the hall-way. It looked like he was just wearing his shirt and nothing else, which was a bit odd, but I thought no more about it. I imagined he was going to the kitchen for a drink of water or something.
I got back to my book and then heard a noise from the bathroom. This puzzled me and then my husband came out of the bathroom door, wearing a towel around his waist, a shiver went down my spine, "Where's your shirt?" I asked.
He looked strangely at me (nothing unusual there) and said, "Why?"
"Well you were wearing it a few minutes ago when you went to the kitchen."
"What are you talking about? I've been in the bathroom, not the kitchen," he snapped.
Another shiver went down my spine as I explained what I'd seen: the man in a shirt. My husband went and searched the flat but everything was secure, all the doors and windows locked. "Your imagination," he said.
Then we heard our son cry out, "Mum, there's an orange floating in my room."
We both rushed to his room, next to ours, and he was standing on the bed pointing at what appeared to be an orange globe. This travelled along the wall and then suddenly disappeared.
"The man in his nightshirt left it here," said our son. He was trembling with fear.
Again my husband searched the flat but, as before, all was secure. I think even he was a bit spooked by now. The three of us got into bed, leaving the hall light on, and tried to sleep. In the morning we were glad when our taxi arrived to take us to our flight terminal.
We were going to stop at the flat overnight again after our holiday but, instead, we picked up our car from the car park and made our way home. No way was I going inside that flat again.
We told our friend about the incident but he just laughed and joked that it was probably his dad wondering what we were doing there. As for the globe, maybe a reflection from passing traffic.
I don't know what or who it was but I know what I saw.
~ Maureen
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Thursday, April 14
Best Of Friends: Daisy The Ghost And Jasper The Dog
A ghost story today but a nice gentle one. A ghost, a mirage or just imagination? Betty Collins isn't sure but is convinced she saw something.
This spooked me briefly when it first happened but now I feel quite relaxed about it.I live in Devon, England and three months ago moved into an old cottage with a lovely big garden at the rear which is perfect for me and my dog Jasper.
I was in the conservatory at the back of the cottage having some lunch and Jasper was outside. He was sitting still and looked to be quite happy. Both of us contented, we got on with what we were doing, me eating bread and cheese while reading a magazine and him sitting in the fresh air.
I glanced up from my magazine and couldn't believe what I saw. There was a young girl, maybe about nine or ten years old and she was stroking Jasper's head. Some guard dog I thought!
I then realised that the girl was in a long, white, old fashioned nightie. I got up to find out who she was and she vanished slowly before my eyes. Jasper shook his head and got up to walk towards me, furiously wagging his tail.
The girl was definitely gone. "A ghost," I thought, "no, can't be."
It puzzled me and sent a shiver up my spine. Over the next couple of days I forgot all about my ghost and never felt uneasy or frightened in the cottage.
About a week later, again at lunch time, I glanced out of the window and Jasper was lying on the grass and the girl was back. She was stroking him and I noticed she had a ring of daisies around her almost golden coloured hair. I stood as still as I could and it looked so real. Jasper was enjoying the attention.
I went to move into the garden and the girl faded away. Jasper turned his head like he was looking for her but she had disappeared.
I've seen her once more but that was now over six weeks ago and nothing since.
The cottage where I am living goes back to the mid 1800s so I'm thinking the girl must have lived there once upon a time. Her nightdress looked Victorian.
I wouldn't mind seeing her again, I call her Daisy, as she was so gentle looking and radiated goodness.
I've asked my nearest neighbours if they have heard of any ghost stories about my cottage but they looked at me like I was mad. I wonder if I'll ever see Daisy again.
~ Betty
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Monday, February 22
I Heard A Ghost On My Stairs
I have to admit that I have never seen a ghost or spirit, but I believe I have felt a presence and have noticed a lingering smell - such as my dad's blend of tobacco following his death. I've also experienced things like my father's watch stopping at the exact time my son was born. I have written about this previously, but I think I may have heard something as well ...
This happened when my wonderful mum was near to drawing her last breath. She had only days to live so it was a very emotional time. Two days before she died I was in the bathroom having an early morning shower when my wife called out that she was popping down to the local shop for something. "Won't be long," she said.
I finished my shower, and all was quiet as I dried myself, when I heard someone slowly coming up the stairs, their footsteps slow and precise. I took no real notice as I presumed it was my wife back already.
I got dressed and made my way downstairs for breakfast when I heard my wife at the front door. She told me she had just returned. "But I heard you come up the stairs," I said.
"Well it wasn't me," she laughed.
Puzzled, and a little apprehensive, I searched the house and felt quite relieved that there was nobody about. It would have been impossible for anyone to get in, as all of the doors and windows were locked - and yet I definitely heard someone coming up our stairs and passing the bathroom.
My wife did say that it was perhaps my mum paying a last visit. Then I remembered another incident from when I was a child of probably five or six.
I was home from school as I hadn't been well. We lived upstairs in a flat (apartment). Suddenly my mum and I heard slow footsteps coming up the stairs. I remember being terrified listening to the steady tread on the stairs and continuing towards our living room. Even my mum looked apprehensive.
The door opened, and it was my grandmother! The front door was unlocked so she had just walked in and up the stairs. This was the one and only time she ever visited our flat, even though we lived there for nearly thirteen years - I won't go into the reasons why.
I remember vividly to this day how, when she came through the door, I was shaking with fear because I didn't know who it could possibly be.
The steps sounded exactly the same as those on my own stairs that morning.
It may seem very fanciful, maybe I'm fooling myself, but I can't help but think that either my mother or her mother was on the stairs that day.
"Ever near us, though unseen ...
the fair immortal spirits tread;
the fair immortal spirits tread;
For all this boundless universe is life; there are no dead."
~ Bulwer-Lytton
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Thursday, February 11
The Ghost Who Leaves Pennies In A Tyre Depot
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| 1938 Penny |
This didn't put Nick off and for three years all was okay ... but then ghostly things started happening again.
The building does have a history as it was once a chapel (in Doncaster, South Yorkshire, UK) and was also used as a makeshift mortuary in World War II.
Mr.White started seeing an uninvited guest, dressed in 1940s clothing, who seemed to want to move things around during the night. Tyres ended up in different places and the 'ghost' threw stones and coins at staff.
One of the strangest incidents was that Nick started finding penny coins, dated 1936 and 1938, that's from when George VI was on the British throne. Twice the coins have been found in identical places when he has opened up in the mornings.
Mr.White said, "I took all the strange stories with a big pinch of salt when I bought the place. But I wouldn't like to say it's not true any more. There's no logical explanation for the two old pennies turning up like they did - I wish there was. It's a little scary knowing that there's something happening while the place is locked up at night"
Looks like ghosts don't mind where they haunt - even tyre depots.
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Tuesday, November 24
The Ghostly Woman Sat Four Feet From His Bed
The following story was described as A Modern Ghost Story by the Hartford Weekly Times. Though this was way back in 1886, so maybe not quite so modern now! The newspaper told of a Curious Coincidence of a Death and an Apparition.
Cleveland, Ohio: At about 8 o'clock on Friday morning Mrs Emily Frayne, a widow, of Hamilton, Ont., who had come to Cleveland to visit her sister, who resides on a block on Prospect Street, died very suddenly.
Frank Lamb, a fresco painter, aged 33, who occupies apartments adjoining those in which Mrs Frayne died, relates a remarkable story.
He says that between 2 and 3 o'clock on the morning in question he was awakened, and, looking across the room he saw a lady sitting about four feet from his bed.
"What do you want?" he asked.
Raising her right hand, the lady said, "Hush! Hush!" and then disappeared,
Lamb is a disbeliever in ghosts and he at once made a search of the room and examined the lock of the door. He found the door was securely fastened, and, getting in bed, he lay for ten minutes thinking about the strange occurrence.
Suddenly the clothing of his bed and the cover were tumbled off on the floor by some unseen power, and he fell himself to the floor.
Being angry by this time, Lamb made another search of the room without finding anybody. He then opened the door, and as he did so Mrs Hadden, the sister of Mrs Frayne came from her room into the hall saying. "My sister."
Lamb declares that he was not excited and he was perfectly sober. He cannot account for the strange occurrences.
Other people in the block who heard Lamb fall also left their rooms, and they corroborate his story as to the coincidence of his fall with Mrs Frayne's death.
The coroner has decided that the woman's death was caused by heart decease.
Frank Lamb, a fresco painter, aged 33, who occupies apartments adjoining those in which Mrs Frayne died, relates a remarkable story.
He says that between 2 and 3 o'clock on the morning in question he was awakened, and, looking across the room he saw a lady sitting about four feet from his bed.
"What do you want?" he asked.
Raising her right hand, the lady said, "Hush! Hush!" and then disappeared,
Lamb is a disbeliever in ghosts and he at once made a search of the room and examined the lock of the door. He found the door was securely fastened, and, getting in bed, he lay for ten minutes thinking about the strange occurrence.
Suddenly the clothing of his bed and the cover were tumbled off on the floor by some unseen power, and he fell himself to the floor.
Being angry by this time, Lamb made another search of the room without finding anybody. He then opened the door, and as he did so Mrs Hadden, the sister of Mrs Frayne came from her room into the hall saying. "My sister."
Lamb declares that he was not excited and he was perfectly sober. He cannot account for the strange occurrences.
Other people in the block who heard Lamb fall also left their rooms, and they corroborate his story as to the coincidence of his fall with Mrs Frayne's death.
The coroner has decided that the woman's death was caused by heart decease.
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Tuesday, October 20
The Ghost Has Followed Her For 12 Years
Further to my post yesterday June Raymond told me of her experience of seeing a ghost. She has only seen the one, but has seen it on and off for 12 years. June writes:
A ghost has been plaguing me on and off over the last twelve years. I even saw it when on my honeymoon, which slightly spoilt the mood!
The ghost does speak to me but only says, in a whispering voice, "Elizabeth, Elizabeth," while staring at me with glaring eyes. She is dressed in Victorian clothes with a full skirt,
Recently, while staying in a hotel, I saw the ghost again. It was about 15 feet from me, it gave me the willies. I'm not into spiritual things. I'm a normal married woman with a family but for some reason I do see this ghost. It's not my imagination.
The first time I encountered the ghost was when I went to stay with friends at a vicarage for a holiday. My friend told me to pick a bedroom from the ones they had free, The room I chose was quite cold, even though it was a summer day. Suddenly I heard a voice whispering, "Elizabeth, Elizabeth, Elizabeth." I panicked and ran from the room. None of the others could hear or see the ghost.
Since then the ghost has been with me on and off. It disappears for a few months, but then returns and I see it for a while. Nobody else sees or hears anything.
It doesn't frighten me any more. I ignore it and after a few days it goes away. I'm not aware of anyone called Elizabeth in my family tree.
The ghost does speak to me but only says, in a whispering voice, "Elizabeth, Elizabeth," while staring at me with glaring eyes. She is dressed in Victorian clothes with a full skirt,
Recently, while staying in a hotel, I saw the ghost again. It was about 15 feet from me, it gave me the willies. I'm not into spiritual things. I'm a normal married woman with a family but for some reason I do see this ghost. It's not my imagination.
The first time I encountered the ghost was when I went to stay with friends at a vicarage for a holiday. My friend told me to pick a bedroom from the ones they had free, The room I chose was quite cold, even though it was a summer day. Suddenly I heard a voice whispering, "Elizabeth, Elizabeth, Elizabeth." I panicked and ran from the room. None of the others could hear or see the ghost.
Since then the ghost has been with me on and off. It disappears for a few months, but then returns and I see it for a while. Nobody else sees or hears anything.
It doesn't frighten me any more. I ignore it and after a few days it goes away. I'm not aware of anyone called Elizabeth in my family tree.
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Wednesday, October 7
The Ghost Of Grandma Takes Her Revenge
A ghostly tale from Julia Roberts - no, not that Julia Roberts - but still a pretty woman.
"My grandmother was born and bred in the house where she lived all of her life in Cornwall. She was a friendly but firm old soul with a large family and therefore had lots of grand and great-grand children.
From the age of about seventy-five, until she died at the ripe old age of ninety-eight, she always sat in the same corner of her living room, from morning until night, gently rocking herself in her old, wooden rocking chair.
Eventually granny went to where all good grandmothers go, after they have had their fill of rocking and life in general.
As the house was now empty, my father, after much negotiation with the rest of the family, decided to move into granny's house. He soon set about modernising things but somehow couldn't get rid of the old rocking chair which remained in the corner of the living room.
Finally my mother flipped and said the chair had to go. It didn't fit in with the other, more modern furnishings. Dad agreed to chop up it up. Not sure why, as he could probably have sold the chair, but that was what he decided.
Mum and dad were in bed the following night and heard strange creaks and noises from the attic immediately above their bedroom. In the morning, when dad had gone to work, mum plucked up courage and went to investigate the attic.
As she looked inside there was the old rocking chair and, as she watched, it started to gently rock backwards and forwards. It sent a chill up mum's spine.
In the evening dad admitted that he hadn't been able to throw the chair away for sentimental reasons and had therefore stored it up in the attic.
Mum reluctantly relented and the rocking chair was placed temporarily back in the corner of the living room, it's rightful place.
A couple of weeks later mum moved the chair to another room. After doing so mum and dad found that the chair would start to rock when anyone entered the room. Dad said it was just a coincidence, or the wind from the door being opened, but mum felt it was granny's ghost at work. She didn't feel comfortable and the rocking, when entering the room, went on for days and days.
Dad was under pressure from mum to sort it out. In a moment of bravado, or madness, he took the chair into the garden and started to break it up into pieces. Mum and I were horrified when we saw what he was doing, we rushed outside, but it was too late to stop him.
Nothing immediately happened, until we returned to the house and the living room. There, lying on the floor, was the new fireplace which had been recently fitted. It had come right away from the wall and lay shattered. Dad said it was Granny's Revenge.
Nowadays, when all is quiet, there is still sometimes a creak to be heard from the floorboards, in the corner where granny used to gently rock her chair. It's a constant reminder never to mess with granny because her ghost is always watching."
From the age of about seventy-five, until she died at the ripe old age of ninety-eight, she always sat in the same corner of her living room, from morning until night, gently rocking herself in her old, wooden rocking chair.
Eventually granny went to where all good grandmothers go, after they have had their fill of rocking and life in general.
As the house was now empty, my father, after much negotiation with the rest of the family, decided to move into granny's house. He soon set about modernising things but somehow couldn't get rid of the old rocking chair which remained in the corner of the living room.
Finally my mother flipped and said the chair had to go. It didn't fit in with the other, more modern furnishings. Dad agreed to chop up it up. Not sure why, as he could probably have sold the chair, but that was what he decided.
Mum and dad were in bed the following night and heard strange creaks and noises from the attic immediately above their bedroom. In the morning, when dad had gone to work, mum plucked up courage and went to investigate the attic.
As she looked inside there was the old rocking chair and, as she watched, it started to gently rock backwards and forwards. It sent a chill up mum's spine.
In the evening dad admitted that he hadn't been able to throw the chair away for sentimental reasons and had therefore stored it up in the attic.
Mum reluctantly relented and the rocking chair was placed temporarily back in the corner of the living room, it's rightful place.
A couple of weeks later mum moved the chair to another room. After doing so mum and dad found that the chair would start to rock when anyone entered the room. Dad said it was just a coincidence, or the wind from the door being opened, but mum felt it was granny's ghost at work. She didn't feel comfortable and the rocking, when entering the room, went on for days and days.
Dad was under pressure from mum to sort it out. In a moment of bravado, or madness, he took the chair into the garden and started to break it up into pieces. Mum and I were horrified when we saw what he was doing, we rushed outside, but it was too late to stop him.
Nothing immediately happened, until we returned to the house and the living room. There, lying on the floor, was the new fireplace which had been recently fitted. It had come right away from the wall and lay shattered. Dad said it was Granny's Revenge.
Nowadays, when all is quiet, there is still sometimes a creak to be heard from the floorboards, in the corner where granny used to gently rock her chair. It's a constant reminder never to mess with granny because her ghost is always watching."
Friday, September 18
He Saw A Ghostly Vision Of His Sister's Face
A ghostly tale today from the archives, regarding J.L. Sanborn, who was a representative of a large tobacco house. This is his story.
I was in Louisville several weeks last summer, as business was rather dull, and I was engaged in doing some work about the store. Each night I would go out to Bardstown and spend the night with my mother.
My sister, Emma, two years before, had married a man from Bowling Green, and had gone there to live. Our house was an old-fashioned one, with a broad piazza in front, and this in summer was covered with vines. In one corner of the porch was a hammock which slung there every summer, and in which my sister was extremely fond of lying before she retired for the night.
The evening of which I speak I reached home rather late. Mother had taken a bad cold, and after I had eaten my supper I left her inside and went out on the piazza to smoke a cigar before going to bed. The moon was shining brightly, and some of its light entered through a broken part in the lattice on which the vines clambered.
As I stepped out on the piazza and started toward the hammock I stopped in amazement, for as plainly as I have ever seen anything, I saw my sister lying on the hammock with her face turned partly away from me. I stopped and stared but it was so plain I could not be mistaken.
I waited about a minute, and then approached the hammock. The apparition slowly melted away, and I found out that what I thought was a face was a part of the moonlight.
Saying nothing I went inside and told mother I had dropped something on the hammock. She went out to find it and saw the same thing which I had. She came back trembling all over.
We were prepared for the worst, and next morning we heard that Emma had died the night before. She was killed in a runaway accident about the time we had seen the apparition.
My sister, Emma, two years before, had married a man from Bowling Green, and had gone there to live. Our house was an old-fashioned one, with a broad piazza in front, and this in summer was covered with vines. In one corner of the porch was a hammock which slung there every summer, and in which my sister was extremely fond of lying before she retired for the night.
The evening of which I speak I reached home rather late. Mother had taken a bad cold, and after I had eaten my supper I left her inside and went out on the piazza to smoke a cigar before going to bed. The moon was shining brightly, and some of its light entered through a broken part in the lattice on which the vines clambered.
As I stepped out on the piazza and started toward the hammock I stopped in amazement, for as plainly as I have ever seen anything, I saw my sister lying on the hammock with her face turned partly away from me. I stopped and stared but it was so plain I could not be mistaken.
I waited about a minute, and then approached the hammock. The apparition slowly melted away, and I found out that what I thought was a face was a part of the moonlight.
Saying nothing I went inside and told mother I had dropped something on the hammock. She went out to find it and saw the same thing which I had. She came back trembling all over.
We were prepared for the worst, and next morning we heard that Emma had died the night before. She was killed in a runaway accident about the time we had seen the apparition.
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Monday, August 10
The Teenage Victorian Girl Ghost Called Gretchen
When Thom and Meg Morrera bought their Norwalk home, it had been vacant for a year: prior to that the house, which was built in 1870, was rented out for about 10 years. So when the couple purchased the house seven years ago, no one ever told them about the home's other resident ...
Strange things began to happen in the house after the Morreras moved in - toilets flushed on their own, even after the plumbing mechanisms in them were replaced ... but it was two weeks before Thom Morrera literally ran into the ghost.
On his way down to the kitchen in the middle of the night, Thom met something on the stairs.
He explained: "I was on the last couple of stairs and I could feel some kind of pressure against my body. I could feel there was somebody there."
The ghost made its presence felt again when Meg left her wristwatch on the couch. When she came back to get it, the watch was gone!
The couple turned the couch and the living room inside out looking for the watch, but it never turned up. Several weeks later, however, they found the watch in the exact place where it had been originally left.
The Morreras characterise the 'spirit' as playful and inquisitive. The flushing toilets, and missing watch they chalk up to the spirit's curiosity about things the ghost had not seen before.
Morrera said, "When there are things that are unfamiliar to ghosts they want to play with them. She's never done anything that's really destructive.
The most intrusive incident was that of Meg's wristwatch, but Thom pointed out that the ghost was careful to replace it.
The couple believe their ghost is a young Victorian girl in her mid teens. They were thinking about what to call her, while husband and wife were in different parts of the country. By 'coincidence' they both came up with the same name: Gretchen.
It's theorised that the girl has the ability to project information to them. The couple are comfortable with Gretchen and see no reason to evict her!
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Friday, July 31
Ghostly Hitch-hiker Talked Of The Second Coming Of Jesus
Following on from yesterday's post. I have come across many other similar stories of ghostly hitch-hikers. Back in 1980, for example, it was reported that motorists in Arkansas, USA were picking up a hitch-hiker who said he was Jesus Christ! He then disappeared from the vehicle without trace.
By 'coincidence' I saw that this hitch-hiker may well have then moved on to Sweden. The Schenectady Gazette reported:
Police [in Ekenassjon, Sweden] said that on Thursday, many drivers reported picking up a young man who talked about the Second Coming of Christ.
Then, without opening the door, the hitch-hiker suddenly disappeared without a trace, the drivers claimed.
As a result of these reports drivers are speeding down roads without regard to traffic signals police said. Or, they go miles out of their way to avoid a spot they call the ghost's favourite intersection for catching a lift.
Police have been flooded with calls asking about the mysterious traveller, but have yet to start an official probe. However, local priests are taking it seriously and pursuing investigations.
Alcohol is not suspected by the police as Sweden's strict drunken driving laws make it an unlikely cause of the mysterious appearances.
Then, without opening the door, the hitch-hiker suddenly disappeared without a trace, the drivers claimed.
As a result of these reports drivers are speeding down roads without regard to traffic signals police said. Or, they go miles out of their way to avoid a spot they call the ghost's favourite intersection for catching a lift.
Police have been flooded with calls asking about the mysterious traveller, but have yet to start an official probe. However, local priests are taking it seriously and pursuing investigations.
Alcohol is not suspected by the police as Sweden's strict drunken driving laws make it an unlikely cause of the mysterious appearances.
Mighty strange!
And to finish with today, my Google + pal Mike Martin sent me details of the following YouTube video - a sad ghostly hitch-hiker song.
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