The Ancient Ram Inn. Gloucestershire

Built in 1145, in Wotton-under-Edge, the old inn is reputedly the most haunted in Britain.

Built in 1145, in Wotton-under-Edge, the old inn is reputedly the most haunted in Britain.

The Inn is a Grade II listed building, and ceased to be a working pub in the 1960′s. A large black cat is often seen in the Beaufort Room, which is reported to be the most haunted room in what is now a house. Highwaymen regularly stayed at the Inn and some say they might still visit in spirit form. Investigators have managed to capture some very ghostly images on camera at the Ram, including white vapour, ghost lights, and most convincingly a man in a lace collar who’s face is reflected in a photograph of a grandfather clock.

UPDATE: 14th Feb 2014 – is this Britain’s most haunted B&B – where terrified guests have been left so scared they have even jumped out of the windows.

“I knew nothing of the hauntings when I bought the place. It wasn’t until the first night, when I felt a pair of cold, hairy hands pulling me out of bed, that I knew something strange was going on at the Ram. My daughters regularly saw a large black cat like creature and I have since found out that this animal – an evil incubus – features in many paranormal situations. Several of our visitors have been thrown out of chairs and others have felt icy hands in bed”.
John Humphries, Owner.

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Haunted House. Cuckfield. Sussex.

I had been invited to another friend’s house in a little village called Cuckfield which is in West Sussex.

Cuckfield is a large village in the district of West Sussex, England. It lies 34 miles (55 km) south of London, 13 miles (21 km) north of Brighton, and 31 miles (50 km) east northeast of the county town of Chichester.

Its in the Village of Cuckfield where our latest personal account comes from courtesy of Kevin Conway.

Many years ago I had been invited to a friends house in a little village called Cuckfield. I had stayed at the house before with no unpleasant experiences. So this was quite a surprise.  The names I’m going to give are all changed as I have my own theories as to what happened and frankly I don’t believe my friends would thank or believe me if they were to learn of my suspicions.

One weekend I traveled down as a guest at a party for my friends two year old son, we’ll call him Ben, his parents, particularly Mike the father, had been a friend of long standing, but I had now known Sue his wife for several years. It was summer and the majority of the party was staged outside in a quite large garden, the weather was great, the sun was out, there was no breeze. What took place however happened in the house so it’s perhaps best to give a general impression of what this was like.

Although the house was double fronted (window on each side of the front door) the house was in fact semi detached. I’m thinking it was of early Victorian build because of the styling of the front and the fireplaces etc inside. The front door opened to a hall way which rose at the end into the stair way. Facing in there were two doors on the right, the first was a small study and the next was into the kitchen. On the left was the door into the living room, this room ran the length of the house and had a sash window at the front and French windows at the back. Neither of these were open.

The party was going well, Ben and his friends were all running about as kids do at parties and the adults were helping themselves to the food and beverages available. Sue and I were both smokers so at various intervals we would retire inside the house for a crafty cigarette. We would quietly disengage from the party and go into the living room shutting the door for privacy. On this occasion we were just talking generally, catching up and enjoying our cigarettes. Sue was in a chair to the right of the door and I was sitting on the sofa to the left of the door. Suddenly, without warning – there was no noise, the door dramatically burst open. At first I expected to see Ben with his hands outstretched, standing giggling in the doorway.

From my position I could see the hall and the stair case, Sue could see the hall up to the study door and into the kitchen. There was no one there and there had been no time for anyone to throw the door open and not be seen. It gets better. At the speed that the door opened it should by rights have swung completely on its hinges and straight into the wall. It didn’t, the door came to a sudden full stop half way through its turn, as if someone were holding it. I have to admit that I didn’t know what to think, I looked at Sue who was gauging my reaction but not saying anything. I felt it odd that there was no shared look of surprise on her face, after a pause we merely picked up the conversation from where I think we had left it.

That night I was given the front bedroom to sleep in, this was over the living room. I don’t remember it being very late by the time I got to bed, but despite being summer it was nevertheless dark. I was quite tired and lay in bed and turned off the light. There was a street lamp on the road nearby so there was still some light. As I shut my eyes and tried to drift off I suddenly became aware of something a rapidly developing and irrational sense of foreboding. It’s difficult to explain but it felt like there was something in front of my bed hovering near the ceiling defying me to sleep because if I did….

I switched on the light and sat upright. Whatever it was I could practically hear its thoughts, this was a heavy threatening malevolence I had never encountered before. I knew if I shut my eyes I would find out what true terror was. It seemed to want me to understand that sleep should be the last thing I should do but tormenting me at the same time with its inevitability.

As time went on my eyelids began to get very heavy as I resisted with all my strength the urge to sleep, I could actually hear them closing slowly and had to force myself to keep them open. I was really desperate for the morning to come. At various times I felt myself drifting off only to feel the entity reminding me of its presence and I jolted myself back. I tried to distract myself by reading but realised quickly that lowering my guard was not the best thing to do. Then after several hours of feeling this impending threat I noticed the atmosphere suddenly became acutely more oppressive. A kind of heaviness, a change in pressure, the gnawing exertion and anxiety of staying awake. Perhaps this was it making its move? I was hit by a wave of nausea that demanded I immediately use the bathroom.

To say I was scared is to put it mildly, I have never run so fast or so blindly. I was violently ill and would be so on two more occasions during the rest of the night as the thing continued its hostilities. When the morning light started to show, I felt a tremendous relief and a lifting of the sense of threat. I never mentioned any of this to either Mike or Sue, but tried to restrict my overnight stays afterwards. Subsequent visits became easier when Ben outgrew his cot and moved into the front bedroom.

I never heard of Ben having any problems. My visits to Mike and Sue have gradually petered out over the years, Ben will now be in his teens. The reason I have not seen so much of them is that wherever they have lived since Cuckfield, they have moved a couple of times, I have always felt uncomfortable and unable to sleep. The visits in any event were fraught, Ben has an unrecognised (by his parents) hostility towards me which was demonstrated at every visit.

It became formulaic, I knew beforehand that Ben would misbehave to gain attention, there would follow loud angry voices of parental remonstration and Bens temper tantrums in reaction. I may be paranoid but I knew that Ben resented my intrusion and this was his way to get back at me. I can’t in closing this story, not ponder on whether there is something of the Damien about him, it’s an idea that has just occurred to me. Ben was conceived in the house in Cuckfield and it may be that the entity in the house considered me some sort of threat and continue s to have some kind of connection to him.

Did I see a ghost? Am I going mad?

Haunted Cambridge

This Halloween I did something that I realize was probably quite foolish. I had read about an urban legend that stated if an unmarried woman were to look in the mirror on Halloween at midnight she would either see her future husband or a skeleton indicating she would die before marriage.

After I read this my curiosity was aroused (I didn’t really believe it). It was one of those things that you know is stupid but can’t help but want to do yourself, like with the whole bloody Mary thing. Anyway at midnight (or around that time) I got home from my sisters place where we’d been watching scary movies.

When I realized what time it was I remembered what I had read and decided to try it out, to be honest I just wanted something interesting to tell my friends. I turned the light on in the living room and looked in the mirror – nothing, just me and the couch. I couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed. Then I lit two small candles, placed them on the mantle besides the mirror and turned the lights off.

In retrospect I wish I had never done that. I don’t know if turning the lights off caused what I saw but I really don’t understand why it would. What I saw in the mirror scared the life out of me! At first there was nothing unusual, just my shadow looming over me, but then the shadow grew larger and larger without me moving. When it stopped a face appeared on the shadow! I could have passed the growing shadow off as the flickering candle light causing my shadow to move – but the shadow suddenly having a face froze me to my core. It wasn’t just any face either. This face was bone white with flared nostrils and angry lips, if it had eyes I couldn’t see them but it didn’t matter because the worst part about this face was that it had a few ugly scars that resembled black lines.

It was only when I focused on the face did I notice that one of the scars began to bleed! Dark crimson red started seeping from the wound like slow snakes. At the sight of this I screamed like I’ve never screamed before (if my neighbors had actually been home they no doubt would have come over to see what the commotion was). The face disappeared then and I’m pretty sure the shadow shrunk back to my height but it was hard to be sure of anything at that point. I quickly turned towards the lights.

I was alone and the image had vanished. I felt ridiculous but still deathly afraid. I went to bed in tears last night. The thought of being alone was terrifying but I didn’t want people to think I was losing it because honestly I was beginning to wonder that myself however I almost phoned my parents begging them to come over but at the last second I decided not to.

I’ve seen (and felt) some strange things in my life, things that I’ve always attributed to my guardian angel but last night’s events I cannot explain. I don’t for one second believe it had anything to do with that stupid urban legend! For a while I sat on my bed with my back pressed against the headboard with the lights on. I don’t know how I eventually drifted off to sleep but I did.

Today when I woke up I saw I the most beautiful flower sitting in the tree that’s branches were near my window. It was hard to say exactly what type of flower it was. It looked like a mix between a poppy and a rose. It was certainly no flower I had ever seen before. The leaves around it were mostly dark green, some dying ones were orange and brown but this flower was brilliantly red, it glistened and glowed. I stared hard at it to make sure my mind wasn’t playing tricks on me but no, it was definitely there! I wasn’t sure what to make of it other than that I found it strangely comforting. I looked away only for a second to see it was gone when I looked back! I wondered if it had been a sign from my guardian angel telling me that he/she was protecting me.

I’m still too scared to tell anyone about what happened, partly because I’m not at all sure of what happened. Did I see a ghost? Am I going mad? – Sam form Cambridge

Go Ghost Hunting This Halloween.

Ghost hunting this Halloween

Looking for a fantastic Ghost Hunt this Halloween? Look no further…

If you’re fascinated by ghosts and ghouls and things that go bump in the night then have we got a treat for you! Haunted Island has teamed up with the spooky ghouls over at http://www.hauntedrooms.co.uk to bring you a fabulous selection of places you can Book, for you to haunt this Halloween.

The selection of Ghost hunting locations up and down the the country means you will not have far to travel to experience first hand paranormal activity and ghostly goings on! Below is our top pick curtsey of Haunted Rooms

Margam Castle Ghost Hunt, Port Talbot, Wales
Saturday 19th October 2013

Paranormal Activity at Margam Castle

Wales is full of history and Margam Castle is no exception. Featured on Living TV’s ‘Most Haunted’ people who say this hotel is haunted are very much mistaken! Margam Castle oozes poltergeist and paranormal activity from the very foundations of this Gothic Castle, the reported paranormal phenomena is endless! For booking information and more details click here

Smethwick Baths, Sandwell, West Midlands
Friday 25th October 2013

Haunted Tunnel Network Under Smethick Baths

Opened on the 30th March 1933 and designed by Chester Button and Roland Fletcher, The baths had had many a function. During WWII, the vast network of underground tunnels and cellars which lie beneath the complex were used as an air raid shelter; posters and drawings from that time can still be seen to this day. In later years the buildings where transformed in to an entertainment venue playing host to the top celebrities of the 1960 and 70′s.

Since the early years there have been many reports of ghostly apparitions and poltergeist activity, eerie sounds and shadows moving in the dim light of the tunnels, are you brave enough to discover more? For booking information or more details click here

For the full selection of ghost Hunts available this Halloween visit Haunted Rooms

A Bump in the night, Cambridge

Ghostly Figure of the Raynham Hall Brown Lady

Baj from Cambridgeshire kindly submitted this personal account…

In late January of 2012, I woke up in the middle of the night and had to go to the toilet. To get there, I had to go down a flight of stairs. As I reached the top of the stairs I looked down and saw two young girls in naval uniform playing with each other – they looked as if they were playing not inside a house, but in some recreational park or somewhere where there is plenty of space. They seemed oblivious to their domestic surroundings!

I couldn’t hear them but I could see their grey / silvery outlines clearly. The colour of their uniforms was almost completely bleached out until it was close to sepia, what little colour there was looked very faint to me, but I could distinguish the darker shades of navy blue and deep red stripes on their clothes.

Although their outlines were easy to define, I could see straight through them.

One of the girls glanced up and noticed me looking down at them from the top of the stairs – at that very moment she broke away from her friend and ran off – disappearing through a side door (into the living room) and vanishing. Her friend followed straight after.

I stood there at the top of the stairs wondering whether I should go down there to the toilet or else pee in my tracksuit pants. I decided that peeing in my pants wasn’t much of an option, so at the risk of confronting these two ghostly girls once more, I finally decided to take myself to the toilet downstairs.

I went down the stairs and turned on every light within reach as I walked through 2 more rooms before finally making it to the toilet. While I felt like I was taking the longest pee in my whole life, I continually looked over my shoulder and out of the corner of my eye for ghostly-looking girls playing about in the house.

There was no more sign of them…phew!

I finally went back up the stairs and got back into bed. My partner had woken up by now and before I could tell her about my experience, she told me that she’d just been dreaming about herself as a little girl, involved in some performance. She said she was dressed up in some national costume.

I asked her if it was a navy uniform and whether she had a friend in those days. She said no to both questions. I then told her, with as much detail as I could recall, what I’d just seen at the top of the stairs.

This was an experience that I’d never had before and I immediately began to wonder what it was that I’d experienced: had my partner shared her dream with me while we were asleep and that I was visualizing something residual at the top of the stairs after I woke up to go to the toilet? Or was the apparition of these girls something completely separate?

The description of the way the girls were dressed in the apparition seemed very similar to what my partner described herself as wearing in her dream.