Ghost stories...

Have to say I'm open minded on this stuff, I don't fully understand life as we know it and we now know more than folk used to know, who's to say we know it all now?

 

Yes. We’ve got a caravan out on Flamborough Head and on a moonlit nights I wander off to the cliff edge (survived so far).

As the clouds move across the moon you really can see weird shapes evolve and move - like an eagles’ head, a flying dragon or a face. It’s not surprising our ancestors believed in angels and devils and that stuff.

 

don’t fall off there mate, the steps to get back up are killers

 

No, the road only runs to the cove. It's a dead end as far as I could see. And we definitely approached from the same end, as we passed the caravan site entrance. Just a muddled memory.

 

It's probably aliens then. At some point they'll have abducted you, had a good look around in your brain but replaced it back to front. Most rational explanation.

 

As kids we grew up with the story of the Blue Lady, who used to walk around the periphery of Wuzbrer Res, putting the fear of God into whoever encountered her.
One day, aged about 14, myself and three mates set up camp in a tent on the hunt of the Blue Lady... regaling each other of how she died in a fire an was left by her lover - the house overlooked the reservoir.
So, on this particularly night, we egged each other on and walked around. Even taking watch in the bird-watch shed thingy where there's graffiti about Sunshine Jack from Pontefract.
What we experienced that night was a 40 somethings couple rogering away in an adjacent field , and a threat by a dodgy looking bloke claiming to be "the warden". We were instructed to "buggar off yer little shits" (by the warden... not the couple) and so off we trooped!
Never saw the blue lass at all

 

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The Blue Lady. Now you’re talking.

There used to be a deserted end of terrace on Wentworth street in Birdwell. It had a back alley you dare not walk down at night because that was where the Blue Lady lived. Tried it once and was terrified because there was a bit of straggly old net curtain upstairs seemed to glow and moved in the dark. Am scared thinking about it now.

Did some research on the Blue Lady a while ago. It’s a story told around Yorkshire with different variations. Ours is apparently passed down from the Civil War when there was fighting round Tankersley Moor. A story that’s been passed down to kids by word of mouth through all those generations.

More info for Blue Lady fans here

https://redridgex.wordpress.com/2018/01/09/the-art-of-lore-the-worsbrough-blue-lady/

 

Where's this love tunnel full of gold?

 

It's out there. Somewhere.

 

Ok, this is getting a bit spooky. Last night, as part of a nostalgic trip down memory lane, I was reading some stuff online about the Kingwell towers. I used to play there with my mates, early 70s. There was a reference to the Blue Lady, something I hadn't thought about in decades. Then I come on the BBS and it's getting mentioned here. Spooky.

We were always looking for the Blue Lady when we were kids. Never saw her though. Not sure I really wanted to, if truth be told.

 

at the end of the rainbow

 

My main problem with ghosts is why aren't there more of them if they exist?

 

With sound of it shes in woods checking if soldiers are out.

 

The Blue Lady is Grade A scariness. We never saw her. But she was there. She's still here. By talking about here we've unleashed forces we don't understand and can never control. Sleeping wi't leet on toneet.

 

Blinds in conservatory just moved on their own. Sat downstairs with lights off watching 409 and dishwasher **** me up. George woke up so had to go upstairs. Laura's at her mums. I'll not settle nevermind George

 

Phone Laura and ask her if she can come home early cos you're really missing her. Try to keep that terrified quivering out of your voice and hopefully she'll think you're being romantic.

 

Owd Rag Arm, Highgate Colliery, abart a mile walk from Drift bottom to 59s, the demarcation point between Highgate & Goldthorpe collieries, reight scary coz he used to frequent that area.

 

Laura just come back in. As front door went jumped out of my skin

 

I don’t know whether I believe in this kind of thing or not, having never been witness to strange happenings. However I remember my Mum telling me a few things that happened to her. My parents live in a small town in the Peak District called Ashbourne & have done for 30 odd years now. She used to work in a pub down in the town, serving behind the bar, doing a bit of cooking etc. The pub was old, built on what used to be a 14th century Monastery. It was a small pub to say the least, but was a great place to go for a pint and chat with the regulars. Anyway, as you walk in, there is the bar and some seating. Go up 4 or 5 steps leads to another small seating area, then beyond that was an area set up for people who were eating.

My Mum told me that on one particular evening she was working behind the bar (on her own). This was quite common as it never got really busy, especially during the week anyway, although the landlord/landlady would be around. She needed to go and change over a barrel, so proceeded down to the cellar. Changed over the barrel, turned it on then went back upstairs. Upon trying the tap, there was nothing coming through. She left it a minute or two, but still nothing. She went back down to the cellar to check it and it had been disconnected. There was no other member of staff working that night either whom may have had access and the landlord was upstairs as well.

On another occasion, she had been doing the cooking one evening. After she had finished serving and tidied the kitchen up, she went to the seating area at the back of the pub to check that the tables were clean and tidy. She said she heard what was like a scraping noise. As she turned around, she physically watched the salt and pepper pots from one of the table’s literally fly across the room. As if someone had swiped them off. At the time there was only half a dozen folk in the pub in the main bar area. I’m certain she’s told me of other going’s on and I recall other people who we’re regulars talking about things too.

I have no reason to disbelieve what she told me, it’s certainly not something that she would lie or joke about. I think she was a little shaken, but my Mother seems to take things in her stride and never really make a big song and dance about things. Where they live, she said once when she was in the bathroom brushing her teeth, she felt/sensed something was behind her. She swears it was either her Mum or Dad checking that we were all OK and that they use mirrors as a form passage. As I eluded too, I’ve never personally witnessed or experienced anything, but that’s not to say things like this don’t take place. Guess it’s just one of those at the end of the day, you either do or you don’t.