As a child I was gifted the book Haunted Inns by Marc Alexander (1973) which is a kind of gazetteer of reputedly haunted inns around the UK. Indeed, during the early days of the internet (you know, when it was fun and not full of fascism and capitalism) I had a site on Geocities called Haunted Inns of Great Britain which,was mostly comprised of photographs I’d taken when, having a car, I was out and about exploring the UK as a young adult and, at the time, often had me being interviewed by local journalists.
Although I didnt manage to visit all the inns mentioned in the book at the time, I have, whenever possible, tried to complete the collection over the years, often when in the area or by accident. Handily, a great deal of the inns in the book are in the midlands near where I live now so you never know, I might just take up the hobby again.
In 2008, during a visit to Hayling Island near Portsmouth, I saw this pub at Langstone which is near to the causeway to the island and thought that it looked idylic and quaint. It wasn’t until I got back home that I realised it was a Haunted Inn mentioned in the book. How fortuitous!
The ghost, if you can call it that, is the sound of a chair being dragged across a flagstone floor. Not exactly Amityville Horror or Ju-On but sufficient to be recorded in Alexander’s book.
Incidently I am now also posting Picture of the Day posts to Pillowfort (let me know if you would like an invite to join the site) and Livejournal.
Missis Mop seems to be in relatively good health. Already a timid kitty, the trauma of “being cornered in a room with no hiding places then shoved into a box, driven 5 miles to a brightly lit strangely smelling room where some strange woman shoves a thermometer up her bottom, then having her long claws snipped before being shoved back into the box and driven 5 miles, carried through the cold, dark and rainy outside eventually arriving back home to familiar surroundings only to be fed suspiciously looking food” has made Missis Mop more timid than she was. I’m sure she’ll forgive us though.
ION, yesterday I was in work. As you know I work part time now at the University Centre Barnsley in the learning resource centre (LRC). UCB is located in a fairly old building in the centre of Barnsley in what was once a school for Miners (not minors) where they once taught many thousands of scruffy chaps how to dig coal using a spade (it’s very technical you know, not just as simple as shovelling with a spade). During the time I was working it was relatively quiet and so I was left in the LRC on my own to man the LRC desk. Behind where I sit is the entrance to the office, which was empty. I must have been sat at the desk for at least 45 minutes, minding my own business when all of a sudden there came an almighty crash from the office. I leapt out of my chair and ran into the office to see a rather heavy key box had somehow knocked over the washing up bowl destroying 4 mugs in the process. Easy, you might think, the key box had fallen against the bowl pushing it over causing the destruction of the mugs. Well no. Actually. No. Why? Well the keybox is situated at least 5 foot away from the washing up bowl (and yet the box was on top of the bowl on the floor) AT THE SAME HEIGHT AS THE WASHING UP BOWL! The bowl was upside down too. Weird shit. It freaked me out big style. Never the less I tidied up the mess just as Tina, my work colleague came back from her lunch.
Thing was no matter how I tried to explain what had gone on it just sounded like I was telling fibs. I think (and hope) they believed me though. I swear on my life that I wasn’t even in the room when the keybox fell. Weird shit dudes weird shit.
Jane, my boss (who’s cup was smashed) said she had worked there for over 30 years and never seen or heard of anything untoward in the building. But you never know do you…….