Sunday, 26 August 2018

Hannath Hall


Hannath Hall, a private dwelling in Tydd Gote near Wisbech has a long history of paranormal activity. It's an Elizabethan manor house, formerly known as Sparrow's Nest until purchased by Josepth Hannath in 1812.

Legend tells that when Joseph's wife died he became deranged and refused to allow the body to leave the house. For two months Joseph Hannath kept his wife's body in her bedroom and insisted that her meals were taken to her. 

One poor maid was driven to suicide by this madness and it's believed to be her ghost that has been seen walking the corridors of the house.

Eventually Joseph allowed his wife to be buried, under a chestnut tree in the garden. But some say that thereafter no-one could sleep in the bedroom where the body had been kept.

Fast forward to 1957 when a Peterborough journalist has car troubles near Hannath Hall. The then owners, Derek and Catherine Page (Derek Page went on to become the MP for Kings Lynn) invite him in and inevitably end up talking about the strange goings on in the house. The journalist duly reports these to The Society for Psychical Research which initiates an investigation by the Cambridge University Society for Psychical Research.

Several members of the CUSPR, including Tony Cornell and Alan Gould, investigated the property over a period of a few years. They experienced groans, rapping noises, the sound of footsteps and items being thrown across rooms. As well as witnessing a chair flying past them the investigators found themselves bolted into a room when a toasting fork embedded itself into the lock on the door.

In 1959 Cornell and Gould held a seance in the haunted bedroom with a non-professional medium. The spirit of Eliza Cullen (or Culler) was contacted, she claimed to have buried her dead baby in the garden but no evidence of this or of the existence of an Eliza could be proven.

Also during 1959 Catherine Page saw the figure of a small fair haired boy on two occasions whilst she was in the living room. Cornell and Gould concluded that they were witnessing poltergeist activity within the house, the case of the Hannath Hall Poltergeist is well documented with the reports, case notes etc being held in the care of the SPR. 

Eventually things calmed down and paranormal activities ceased.

As a footnote in 2009 a young lady called Alice living in Hannath Hall told people on the Fortean Times forum that her step-brother had been sleeping in the so called haunted bedroom for some 10 years and had not been bothered by any hauntings. 

Image: http://www.oocities.org/steve_redshaw2003/CAMBRIDGESHIRE_hannathhall.html

Saturday, 25 August 2018

The ghosts of Nunnington Hall, North Yorkshire


Strange things happen in 17th Century Nunnington Hall situated on the banks of the River Rye in North Yorkshire. Now owned and managed by The National Trust a member of staff has assured me that Nunnington Hall is indeed haunted although not in a scary fashion. She found upon entering the building in the morning that lights, which she personally switched off, had been turned on and locked doors open.

Lilette de Foucauld, a young French woman staying at Nunnington during the 1930's would probably not have agreed with my source. She found her sleep disturbed in the Panelled Room by something coming out of the wall over her bed. Moving to another bedroom restored her sleep!

Visiting members of the public have commented on the feeling of something brushing against their legs at the top of the staircase. This is believed to be the ghost of a pet dog who plunged to it's death through the staircase railings.

Visitors have also reported a smell of pipe smoke, glimpses of a hurrying figure and the distant sound of a party. 

Even the garden is haunted by a lady taking a walk along the pathways. 

But perhaps Nunnington Hall's most famous ghost is that of The Proud Lady of Nunnington whose ghost is seen, and the rustling of her gown heard, walking throughout the house.

The Proud Lady of Nunnington was the second wife of the owner of Nunnington Hall, one could call her a wicked stepmother as she disliked her stepson so much that, upon the demise of her husband, she had him locked in the attic. But her own son was very fond of his step brother and often visited the attic to play with his older brother.

One night the older boy managed to escape from Nunnington, probably with the aid of one of the servants. This left the younger lad distraught at the loss of his playmate, he moped around the house watching from the upstairs windows in hope of his brother's return. Sadly, he must have glimpsed what he believed to be his brother in the distance because he leaned too far out of one of the windows and fell to his death.

There after, until her death, The Proud Lady of Nunnington, mad with grief, wandered the house for hours at a time. Her ghost still does.

Image: © Copyright Carol Walker and licensed for reuse under this Creative Commons Licence.

Friday, 24 August 2018

A Stonehenge Haunting ~ Britain's oldest ghosts


It must be quite un-nerving to find oneself lost, with dusk approaching, amongst the Bronze Age barrows of  Kings Barrows Ridge slightly less than a mile away from the standing stones of Stonehenge. A feeling of relief would surely be felt upon seeing lights in the distance, assuming them to be shining from somewhere one could find assistance.

How strange then to realize that the lights are actually coming towards you. Even stranger to discover that the lights are flaming torches being carried by Druids. 

It's the 1950's and one would assume that a sort of re-enactment had been stumbled upon. Or maybe these are "modern day" druids processing to some sort of religious ceremony. You desperately want to find your way home but you don't want to be seen by this strange group so you hide behind a tree until they have passed by then follow silently in their wake.

At last you're back on familiar territory, no longer lost and still not wishing to be seen you hurry along a well known short cut but cannot resist one last look at the strange procession. Turning, mesmerized, you watch the lights go out as one by one the hooded figures disappear into thin air.