The sound of a hundred muskets signalled the opening of the battle. As the smoke cleared, the cannon opened up with a boom; its deadly projectile hit their opponent's ranks cleanly, shattering those beneath the heavy bore cannon ball. Then the drumming started. To the beat, a full body of over 200 men started forward, pikes in hand. In return, their opponents opened fire upon the approaching pike men, felling the majority of the front rank with ease as the lead shot bit into the ghostly flesh.

The wind picked up as John Carpenter opened his bedroom window to watch. His bedroom overlooked several farmers' fields within which the battle was taking place. His house was on a road that ran along the outskirts of Adwalton Moor. The first volley of musket fire had woken him up. He trembled as he noticed that these were not mere men, but rather ghosts of dead men.

He had heard a little about the history of the moor itself and on that day in 1642, a battle between the forces of the Earl of Newcastle and that of Thomas Fairfax had taken place. However, he also knew that it ended in a loss for the parliamentarian forces under the command of Fairfax. It was extremely hard to make out which force was which, and he hadn't a clue as to where the ghosts went when the battle was over.

Exchanging fire, the enemy muskets allowed the pike men to advance at a steady pace. Whilst the pike men neared their targets, the drums changed beat signalling their change of orders, to that to push into the enemy ranks and not merely advance. As the first of the pikes got closer, the drummer behind the musketeers gave a short progression of beats. Within seconds, the sounds of a mere 50 horsemen came changing in behind the stranded pike men as the front rank of enemy musketeers withdrew their muskets and pulled out their swords.

This was just what the opposing general wanted, his foe to pull out his cavalry and he ordered his battlefield drummer to give the order to shoot the cavalry. With practised ease, the entire body of musketeers shot, reloaded, re-aimed and fired again, killing the cavalry to a man but not without losses. The pike men that had been caught between the cavalry and the musketeers were devastated and wiped out without mercy.

It was at his point that John fell asleep finally. As he went down stairs, he noticed the calendar on his mantle, it was July 1st 1992, day after the battle originally took place. As he thought about the battle that taken place last night, he now knew that why this house had been abandoned for so long and he wondered whether it would happen again next year…