Fleece Inn. Bretforton

The ghost of Lola Taplin, a former landlady of the Fleece Inn

Bretforton village has several local legends of ghosts, ghouls and murder…

Bretforton village has changed little over the centuries: the earliest documented record of the villge name dates back to 709AD.  The settlement is distinguished historically by an unusual system of land ownership.

Some of the more notable ghosts within the village and surrounding areas includes the ghost of Lola Taplin, a former landlady of the Fleece Inn. It is is said that Lola Taplin haunts the bar area of the inn, throwing food, glasses and other objects at both the staff and visitors alike.

The haunting of Spot Loggins Well is also well known in the locals of Bretforton, its is reported that this water well has been in use for over four hundred years and is named after a cattle driver called Spot Loggins who drowned in a cattle spring in the 17th century.

Local legend states that any who runs around the well three times while blindfolded will lose anything they are carrying.The Water Well is located on the old Bretforton House Farm of the Appleby family and the Spot Loggin ghost is celebrated locally in November at the local Fleece Inn.

The Church at Bretforton also plays a large part in ghostly happenings and the supernatural at Bretforton, there have been several reports over the years of a phantom funeral procession arriving at the church, and disappearing into the ether as quickly as it appears, for whom it represents is a mystery even till this day.

The fields on either side of the church are said to be haunted by a decapitated woman, carrying her head under arm. It is suggested the decapitated woman is the ghost of Ann Cormell, who was murdered on 4th February 1707 by John Allen of Bretforton, Giles Hunt, Tom Dun, Thomas Palmer and Thomas Symonds.

John Allen was later hung in a gibbet in Bretforton at what is now known as “Allen’s Barn”

Dower House, Besford Nr. Pershore

Does the Ghost of Widow haunted Dower House?

Besford is a small rural village, located in the county of Worcestershire, England.

According to local legend one the properties, dower house, is haunted by the the ghostly widow of an previous estate holder. Several witnesses have reported seeing intensely bright phantom lights and ghostly orbs moving in and around the outside walls of the building. Whilst other witnesses have described black shadows crossing the walls and outbuildings.

Reports by several occupants over the years have claimed an odd mist shape of a woman haunts several of the rooms in the building whilst a ghostly face has being seen looking through the window at those inside, perhaps this face belongs to the ghost of the dead dowager?

Ghost of Cock Lane. London

Scratching Fanny - The Cock Lane Ghost

The couple who took up lodgings at the home of Richard Parsons seemed ordinary enough, but with their arrival came a series of events that left Parsons fearing for his sanity – and his life

Cock Lane is a short, curving thorough-fare in the city of London on the fringes of Smithfield. In the mid 18th century it was a slightly run down, though respectable, area containing private houses, a tavern called the Wheat Sheaf, tradesmen’s shops and a charity school. At what is now No 20 lived Richard Parsons, who drew a stipend as officiating clerk at the nearby church of St. Sepulchre, Snow Hill, and had a wife and two young daughters, the eldest, Elizabeth, being about 11 years old when the Cock Lane mystery began.

Today, Parsons would probably be considered a scandal to the church, for he was a heavy drinker with a tendency to run into debt, particularly with his accommodating friend James Franzen, landlord of the Wheat Sheaf. In 1759, however, his drinking habits were no better and no worse than those of many a minor cleric, and he kept himself solvent by taking in lodgers. Continue reading →

Ghost Island – The Island of the Dolls

Ghost Island - Island of the Dolls - Haunted Mexico

Known as “La Isla de la Munecas”, by the Spanish, The Island of the Dolls

Located within an extensive network of canals, south of Mexico City, the island La Isla de la Munecas (The Island of the Dolls) is a place of mystery and superstition.

Almost every tree growing on the island is adorned with old, mutilated dolls that gives anyone who steps a foot on to the island the feeling that they’re constantly being watched. The Doll’s unblinking gaze is an eerier feeling as you make your way through the vegetation and undergrowth.

The story behind the Island of the Dolls began when a gentleman the name of Don Julian Santana took up permanent residence. Although he was married he chose to live over 50 years of his life alone dedicated to the upkeep and maintenance of the Ghost Island.

Don Julian used to say he was haunted by the ghost of the little girl who had drowned in one of the canals around the island. Some say he used to fish the dolls from the water because he though they were real children, but the truth is he was collecting and placing them around his home as a shrine for the spirit that tormented him. Don Jullians obsession led him to trade home grown fruit and vegetables for old dolls and over the years he became more and more isolated with each doll adding to the collection.

Ironically, in 2001 Don Julian Santana was found dead by his nephew, in the same canal that he said the little girl drowned in. Now his Island of the Dolls is one of the world’s weirdest tourist attractions. Some tourists who visited this place claim the dolls whisper and you must offer them a gift upon setting foot on the island, to appease their spirits.

La Isla de la Munecas (The Island of the Dolls)  is a dark tourist attraction and many visitors are overwhelmed by the dead childish faces of dolls  that haunt this place, always looking as though the tourists are responsible for their deaths and macabre mutilated bodies. The Island of dolls is situated in Mexico and the reality is very harsh when one discovers the thousands of mutilated  dolls hanging from every tree on the island.

Bretherton Bank Hall, Lancashire

Bretherton Bank Hall Haunted?

Is Bretherton Bank Hall haunted by the ghostly figure of a woman walking her dog?

Bretherton Bank Hall stands by the River Douglas in the Lancashire village of Bretherton, 9 miles from Preston, 25 from Liverpool. Tarleton, Croston and Hoole are nearest villages and towns. From Tarleton the Bretherton Bank Hall  can be reached via Bank Bridge which carries the A59 over the Douglas and the Leeds-Liverpool Canal.

Immediately you cross the busy bridge you will see the lodge and it’s gates nestling beneath the huge beech tree. Coming from Hoole, also on the A59, your imminent approach will take you past Carr House, a fine Elizabethan farmhouse, and the 18th century windmill. From Bretherton the route is altogether more tranquil, along a country lane dotted with only a handful of houses and along a Carriage Drive, a splendid tree lined avenue some 800 yards long. Whichever way we approach the hall we pass through the cloak of trees which hides it away from the outside world.

Not the most well known building in the country, it is, nevertheless one of the most beautiful and interesting. Yet one could pass by every day and be unaware of its existence, the lofty chimneys and the remnants of the clock tower only faintly glimpse over the tree tops. Indeed, only the lodge gives a clue to the fact that there, behind the pines and past the huge sixty metre barn lies a veritable jewel.

Bank Hall is now unoccupied. It has deteriorated to a very poor reflection of its former glory. Gone are the lime trees which flanked the drive to the front door. Gone are the stone lions that faithfully stood guard. The giant cedar with its huge spreading branches no longer casts its graceful shadow over the pleasure grounds. The tall chimneys have become overgrown with ivy, which has now claimed more than half of the building. The majestic clock tower has lost its northerly elevation which has fallen into the stairwell below, crashing through the seventeenth-century oak staircase. Dry rot has penetrated the fabric of the building with whole sections of the floor falling down and rain pouring through gaping holes in the roof.

Despite the devastation that time and neglect has brought to the great house, it still retains an air of distinction and the very nature of its ruinous state adds to the mystique that encompasses the entire site. In the solitude of early morning, shrouded in mist, the rocks call from their look out in the tower. What events have taken place in the centuries of Bank Halls’ existence? What changes has it witnessed in the conditions of English rural life?

Bank Hall belongs to a period very different to ours, a time of servants and gardeners, butlers and coachmen. Such vast houses had no place after The Great War and gradually became left to dereliction and decay, owner and local authority alike unable to halt the decline. Perhaps it is due to the concealed and veiled nature of Bank Hall that so little appears to be commonly known about the details of its history. Indeed, most people from Leyland or Chorley, for example, would be at a loss to answer the question “Where is Bank Hall?” even though it is little more than five miles from either.
Bank Hall is a two-and-a-half storey brick built house with roofs of Cumbrian slate standing in formerly ornamental parkland. It has a north-facing entrance front and south-facing garden front.

The earliest identifiable phase of the present building dates from the early 17th century and is characterised by brick work in English garden wall bond. The ground consists of a four-bay hall with a parlour to the west and wing containing two rooms to the east.

Probably in the second quarter of the 17th century a four-storey stair tower was added in the re-entrant angle of the hall and wing. This retains it original open well staircase. An addition east of the south end of the wing and incorporating a ground floor room, may be contemporary with the stair tower.

In1832-33 the house was extensively remodelled, probably by the Kendal-based architect, George Webster, in an early example of 19th-century Jacobean style. The main entrance porch on the north side, a drawing room wing at the west end, extensive service accommodation at the east and probably the north wing, were all added in this phase. At the same time the south, or garden front was considerably altered. The angle formed by the 17th century house and the west wing was infilled in the late-19th century.

There have been reports that a woman in a white dress has been spotted walking her dog in the distance from the gates of the Bretherton Bank Hall.
Its is said she and her pet vanish without a trace the moment you take your eyes off her.

Other reports from Bretherton Bank Hall  include the whispering of peoples names in visitors ears when no one else is close.

Bretherton Bank Hall Website