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Greyfriar’s Kirkyard. Edinburgh

Ghost hunting this Halloween with Haunted Island

A couple of years ago my partner and I went to Edinburgh for the weekend.

We did a few of the touristy things and decided to go and find the statue of Greyfriar’s Bobby.

We found it and were rather unimpressed with it, So we decided to go and have a look in Greyfriar’s Kirkyard right next to the statue. I had seen this place on a programme like Most Haunted or similar years ago but completely forgot that the place was meant to be haunted.

We wondered around the churchyard for a while, It’s actually quite a pleasant place to visit, Its like a little oasis of calm in the middle of the noisy city, After about 20 minutes or so we decided it was time to leave and find a pub.

When we got out of the churchyard I was surprised to discover 4 small scratches on my right hand, They were fresh and still bleeding, I had not scraped my hand on anything, We had stayed on the path, I didn’t touch anything the whole time we were there, After a minute or so I shrugged it off and thought oh well, I must have scraped it on something, And off we went to the pub.

Once we had got a drink we went to sit down and I realised the whole lower half of my body felt freezing cold, The top half of my body was a normal temperature, There were no breezes coming from anywhere and it was a blazing hot day outside, A rarity for Scotland. After w few minutes my body temp went back to normal but I was spooked by the whole thing.

When we got home I decided to do some research on Greyfriar’s and discovered that hundreds of people have reported being attacked by an unseen entity in the last few years, The entity is believed to be the spirit of George Mackenzie, Also known as Bloody Mackenzie, One time Lord Advocate during the rule of Charles ii and also considered one of the most vicious religious persecutors in history, Most of the attacks are reported to take place in an area of the churchyard known as the covenantors prison, Which is not open to the public but we had stood just outside the entrance to it, But attacks have been reported in other areas of the churchyard too.

A couple of days after we got back, My son, (who was 12 at the time) told me that for the past 3 nights, He had seen the silhouette of a man in a hat on his bedroom wall at night, We had not mentioned any of what happened to him so as not to scare him, But it left me wondering if I had bought an unwanted souvenir back home with me!

Thankfully he never mentioned it again.

— Submitted by Haunted Island Reader

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

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.

Ghost or something else? Meopham. Kent

A man driving through Blue Bell Hill in 1992 saw a young girl appear and start running towards his vehicle.

Dan from Meopham in Kent kindly submitted this personal account…
Let me start by saying I am not sure if this is a ghost or something else. When I was about 8 I was visiting my aunts house with my family I had been there lots of times before and never had anything even remotely strange happen.

It was about 9 pm in summer and was just starting to get dark, I was playing in their hall way by myself and heard a scratching sound I looked around but saw nothing and kept on playing after about another ten minutes I heard a very low growl I looked up and saw eyes and teeth about 7 feet above me the next thing I remember was my mum telling me so stop screaming. Every body in the house was now in the hall way and wondering what I was screaming about.

After I had calmed down I was told nothing was there and not to worry the usual stuff you get told at that age. I have been back to my aunts place lots of times since and never seen anything but I always get the feeling of being watched when im sitting in there front room or walking in the hallway