"Where the ghost at......?"
As youngsters, were full of mischief, adventure and some of us even had a bit of dare devil in us. I’m sure some of you adults can relate to what I am saying. When I was a kid, I was fascinated with horror movies. My favorites were the old Dracula movies and movies with Boris Korloff - he was so creepy! I used to watch him every Saturday afternoon in masterpiece theatre, which presented several horror movies one after the other. What those movies all had in common was that they normally took place in some haunted town in England. I vowed when I was a little girl, that I would go to England and find out if, in fact, it was full of haunted castles, vampires and ghosts.
Well, let me share with you one of my most memorable, mischievous adventures as a young person.
I was 21 years old when my dream of going to England came true. It was by way of the Navy, but I had arrived! My first order of business, once I unpacked and went through normal military protocol, was to go find me some ghosts!
A few days after arriving in my little English town, I hired a more than eager cab driver to show me all the haunted spots. He informed me it was better to go at night. Once night came, he picked me up from my barracks where we preceded into the dark night to find…..demons! I guess there really is no other way to say it. In reality we were hunting down the evil. As we were riding along, I was getting exited about being in England and seeing some of the very houses and castles that were in haunted movies I spent so many years watching. My excitement started to fade as we left the bright city lights and entered into what seemed like scary darkness. Whoa! This was getting creepy.
The cab driver finally pointed out a house that had been used for filming horror movies. He showed me another house where a man had killed his family and his farm animals in a drunken night of insanity. All of a sudden, while we were standing outside the cab on a dirt road in front of the insane killer’s house, I noticed the crops were leaning over but there was no wind. I asked the cab driver “why were the crops leaning over as if a strong wind was blowing?" He calmly said in a thick English accent, “Oh, this place is known for strange happenings, and if we stay a while, you’ll hear blood curdling screams!" With the crops bent over sideways, the night seeming a little blacker than normal, and the cab driver starting to creep me out with his too calm of a demeanor, I was ready to get the heck out of there!
Over the next few months, I did a lot of ghost searching, but this time I brought along a few friends – my fellow, adventurous Navy buddies. There were about eight of us male and female. We had many weekend adventures tracking down our ghoulish prey. We were like a serious group of ghost scientists on a mission, armed with a notebook, pencils, a few bats, a camera and each other for witnesses; a notebook and pencils to write down useful information, bats for protection and a camera to show proof that there are ghosts out there, and we saw them!
Our “research” included taking action on stories told to us by the locals. Old men told us intriguing stories of locally haunted homes and their locations. Of course, we had to follow-up on these stories to see if truth was in them. To find what we were looking for, we trespassed, shared a barn with pigs and cows (unbeknown to the owner), slept on the damp ground at a lake while waiting for the “legendary evil lady dressed in white” to rise from it when the clock struck midnight. The clock did strike midnight; however, she never did rise from the lake.
We were also chased off a farm by a half-dressed man wielding a rifle; threatened by the sight of angry pigs coming after us on another site, and scared off the site of a haunted house by two bunny rabbits accompanied by a herd of goats. I kidd you not folks! This was all part of the excitement and in no way deterred us from continuing our research. Until………….
One night we finally stumbled onto something interesting. It was a full moon, and we were bound to come in contact with something interesting we thought. We all could feel it. This was the night. All eight of us stood in a circle under the full moon, surrounded by a crop of corn, on land that we once again had trespassed, chanting some odd nonsense to try and awaken something that we should have left alone. All of a sudden, we started to hear odd noises and running. We called out to see who was there. “Hello!" “Anyone there?” “Who’s there?” No one answered, so we got back to our ritual. Once again, we heard this running sound. We searched and looked around to see where this was coming from. Then we saw it! Oh, my God! Something was floating towards us through the corn field, and we could see right through it! We ran like the wind and got out of there as fast as we could. No, we didn’t get any pictures. We didn’t care about pictures at this point! We were running for our lives! The only thought I had was…….feet don’t fail me now! We ran until we reached the car, jumped in, took off and never looked back until we reached the safety of the naval base. We had been ghost chasing for months, and in the end, we were the ones chased by a ghost! Ironic, isn’t it?
We never did make mention of that night again. I finally came to the conclusion that perhaps some parts of England do have some interesting history with even more interesting unseen residents. But I no longer care to seek them out…..Hey, if they aren’t bothering me, why should I bother them?
Well, let me share with you one of my most memorable, mischievous adventures as a young person.
I was 21 years old when my dream of going to England came true. It was by way of the Navy, but I had arrived! My first order of business, once I unpacked and went through normal military protocol, was to go find me some ghosts!
A few days after arriving in my little English town, I hired a more than eager cab driver to show me all the haunted spots. He informed me it was better to go at night. Once night came, he picked me up from my barracks where we preceded into the dark night to find…..demons! I guess there really is no other way to say it. In reality we were hunting down the evil. As we were riding along, I was getting exited about being in England and seeing some of the very houses and castles that were in haunted movies I spent so many years watching. My excitement started to fade as we left the bright city lights and entered into what seemed like scary darkness. Whoa! This was getting creepy.
The cab driver finally pointed out a house that had been used for filming horror movies. He showed me another house where a man had killed his family and his farm animals in a drunken night of insanity. All of a sudden, while we were standing outside the cab on a dirt road in front of the insane killer’s house, I noticed the crops were leaning over but there was no wind. I asked the cab driver “why were the crops leaning over as if a strong wind was blowing?" He calmly said in a thick English accent, “Oh, this place is known for strange happenings, and if we stay a while, you’ll hear blood curdling screams!" With the crops bent over sideways, the night seeming a little blacker than normal, and the cab driver starting to creep me out with his too calm of a demeanor, I was ready to get the heck out of there!
Over the next few months, I did a lot of ghost searching, but this time I brought along a few friends – my fellow, adventurous Navy buddies. There were about eight of us male and female. We had many weekend adventures tracking down our ghoulish prey. We were like a serious group of ghost scientists on a mission, armed with a notebook, pencils, a few bats, a camera and each other for witnesses; a notebook and pencils to write down useful information, bats for protection and a camera to show proof that there are ghosts out there, and we saw them!
Our “research” included taking action on stories told to us by the locals. Old men told us intriguing stories of locally haunted homes and their locations. Of course, we had to follow-up on these stories to see if truth was in them. To find what we were looking for, we trespassed, shared a barn with pigs and cows (unbeknown to the owner), slept on the damp ground at a lake while waiting for the “legendary evil lady dressed in white” to rise from it when the clock struck midnight. The clock did strike midnight; however, she never did rise from the lake.
We were also chased off a farm by a half-dressed man wielding a rifle; threatened by the sight of angry pigs coming after us on another site, and scared off the site of a haunted house by two bunny rabbits accompanied by a herd of goats. I kidd you not folks! This was all part of the excitement and in no way deterred us from continuing our research. Until………….
One night we finally stumbled onto something interesting. It was a full moon, and we were bound to come in contact with something interesting we thought. We all could feel it. This was the night. All eight of us stood in a circle under the full moon, surrounded by a crop of corn, on land that we once again had trespassed, chanting some odd nonsense to try and awaken something that we should have left alone. All of a sudden, we started to hear odd noises and running. We called out to see who was there. “Hello!" “Anyone there?” “Who’s there?” No one answered, so we got back to our ritual. Once again, we heard this running sound. We searched and looked around to see where this was coming from. Then we saw it! Oh, my God! Something was floating towards us through the corn field, and we could see right through it! We ran like the wind and got out of there as fast as we could. No, we didn’t get any pictures. We didn’t care about pictures at this point! We were running for our lives! The only thought I had was…….feet don’t fail me now! We ran until we reached the car, jumped in, took off and never looked back until we reached the safety of the naval base. We had been ghost chasing for months, and in the end, we were the ones chased by a ghost! Ironic, isn’t it?
We never did make mention of that night again. I finally came to the conclusion that perhaps some parts of England do have some interesting history with even more interesting unseen residents. But I no longer care to seek them out…..Hey, if they aren’t bothering me, why should I bother them?
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