Hauntings, spectres and other supernatural tales
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Hi, Can I include this in an ebook I am doing about spiritual/paranormal experiences,Johnny39 wrote: ↑Mon 05 Nov, 2012 12:13 amBruno wrote: Haunted Hollyshaw; Part 2.The old man I saw, and who was, as I found out later, seen by others, appeared to be a benign presence, apparently confined to the front room. The same could not be said about the more disturbing crying baby on the attic level of the house.Many evenings, always after dark, the loud and clear sound of a crying baby would come from the top floor of the house (the house had cellars, a ground floor and two upper levels). There was no baby in the house of course, nor was there one next door. Having been a cat owner myself, I am aware that a calling female cat is capable of producing a surprisingly human sound, but the circumstances suggested that this was no cat.On at least three occasions, the family and I gathered together in an attempt to access the attic floor whilst the baby was crying, and each time the result was exactly the same. We would go up to the first floor landing and the noise would continue, however, the very instant the first person put their foot on the lowest step of the final flight of stairs the crying would stop as suddenly as if the step was an electric switch which turned off the sound. Going back along the landing would cause the crying to recommence, but any repeated attempt to mount the stairs would lead to the same abrupt ceasing of the sound when the first step was touched.The family actually had a pet cat which would happily go up to the first floor, but it would not on any account go up the stairs to the top floor -any attempt to carry the animal up there would cause it to become frantic, and it would scratch and struggle until the person carrying it was forced to release it.In the end, the crying came to be accepted and, as far as possible, ignored. Sometimes it continued throughout the evening. Great stories Bruno and very well told. Just out of interest can you put a rough date as to when this occurred - 70's or 80's and was it one of the Victorian houses facing on to Hollyshaw Lane? As I've said before it was a road I avoided using in the dark for unknown reason but I nearly had a heart-attack after getting off the 2.00 a.m. bus and walking up the Ring Road one morning. I tended to walk at the side of the road only moving on to the pavement when I reached Baronsmead. I was in the process of doing this one morning when out of the shadows stepped two black figures. I nearly died of fright there and then. "Where are you going at this time of a morning?" one of them asked. It turned out they were a bobby and a special on Ripper watch and I got a right grilling before they let me go. It took me about a week to stop shaking.
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Hi, Can I include this in an ebook I am doing? Just to double check was it your gran? and the house you lived in?somme1916 wrote: ↑Wed 07 Nov, 2012 12:01 amBruno wrote: Haunted Hollyshaw; part 3The third frequent haunting of which I was aware was the playing children.On quiet still nights, the clear but distant sound of children playing could sometimes be heard coming from the back of the house. It was like the noise from a primary school playground heard from two or three streets away. Walking towards the sound would cause it gradually to fade, until it could no longer be heard. Everyone in the house could hear this at the same time.Now, turn the clock forward 30 years, and I am sitting down to read a teenage memoir written by a local author, Mick McCann * . Mr McCann was a contemporary of mine, he was known in the area for his flamboyant dress sense. I knew him by sight, but we weren't friends.Most of Mick McCann's book concerns music, girls and his obsession with David Bowie, however, I was surprised to come across the following passage on page 53:"She [our gran] never stayed at our house, she stopped, never would again, not since one night when she was babysitting, simultaneously looking at the young kids sleeping in bed and listening to them playing downstairs. The older kids were sleeping in the attic, she'd just checked, and they'd need to pass her to get downstairs. The poltergeists were at play, running up and down the hallway, laughing, the sound of children playing. It was simply accepted that the house was haunted, a fact of life, you just lived with it, not grandma, she never stayed again."Guess where the young Mick McCann lived? Opposite the bus stop on Hollyshaw Lane, about 150 yards from 'my' house, during the same period.So that's my ghost story. I'm not a ghost hunter, and I'm not obsessed by what I saw and heard. In fact, I've never told these stories before because I thought nobody would believe me, but I have actually enjoyed putting them down in writing, it's been almost a relief to tell them, and it doesn't matter to me whether they are believed or not; I've got nothing to lose or gain. All I know is that I saw and heard what I've described, and I wasn't drunk or on drugs at the time (not that I am now, either!)* " Coming Out As A Bowie Fan In Leeds, Yorkshire, England."by Mick McCann published by Armley Press 2006ISBN 0-9554699-0-2 Very cathartic Bruno and well related.....I'm sure many others like myself have been fascinated by these recollections and are equally enthralled by your openness and candour.Thank you my friend.
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