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was working at my job of scool caretaker at St Annes School Grantham it was june
2003 and the time was around 5pm. I had started to walk throuh the school hall
when I noticed a dark figure walking across in front of me to where we keep the
PE equipment stored behind a curtain, I don't know if the figure went through
the curtain or vanished, but nobody was on the other side. There wasn't any noises
of footsteps and i don't actually remember any feet. The figure was a solid black
shape, I could make out he was wearing a hat of some kind but from what era I
don't know as it was from behind. He had wavey hair which stuck out around the
hat. He was wearing a jacket which i could see the outline to, hip length.
| | Lynda |
| On
october the 9th 2004 at approx 7:30 pm and carrying on through till 11:30pm i
observed with others in my group unusual lights in the sky, they were really thick
blue-white long diagonal lines they would flash one after the other and each would
stay for a time span of 2 seconds they were seen by many people but no body could
find an explanation they were flashing above the clouds and when the clouds moved
on they dissapeared. | |
Laura
Williams |
 | | Orbs
at Thornton Abbey |
I
just thought I would write and tell you about our visit to Thornton Abbey near
Brigg. It is a lovely building and we took lots of photos. One photo was really
odd though. We were in a large room (medieval) and took a photo. when the photos
were looked at later, there were loads and loads of orbs on it. I have attached
it for you to have a look and see what you think! | | Chris |
"I
was working on a Saturday on security duties at an office on West Parade in Lincoln.
The first incident was when a window cleaner asked to go into a room next door
to my office, which had a sink, so he could refill his bucket. I told him the
door was unlocked, but he said it wasn't. I explained that only I had a key to
that door, the door was unlocked earlier, the key was locked in a safe and only
I had access to the key. The door could not possibly have been locked. The window
cleaner suggested I see for myself, which I did. The door would not open. I then
discovered there was a large, very heavy cabinet against the door, preventing
it from opening. The room only had one door, and the windows would not open far
enough to allow anyone in or out. If someone had put the cabinet against the door
they would have trapped themselves in. So how the cabinet got there cannot be
explained logically.
The second incident occurred later that day. I was
walking round the building, switching off lights and computers etc, when I heard
something fall inside a store-room. The store room had only one door and no windows.
The door was shut. I assumed something must have fallen off a shelf so went to
open the door to pick it up. I had only opened the door about 6 inches maximum
when it slammed shut, hurting my hand. There could not have been a draught, and
I didn't hear anything brushing against the door (as though a heavy sack or something
was leaning on the door, causing it to shut). The door was not a spring door so
could not close itself. It slammed with such force, it was as though someone had
run into it. Again, I could find no logical explanation for this.
Incidentally,
the building is on the site of an old church and cemetary. | | Lee |
| I've
just been reading the unexplained pages of the website and would be very interested
to hear whether any of your readers have any knowledge of hauntings in the Grantham
area, particularly of a headless horseman in the 'hills and hollows' and a woman
at the Five Gates (Belmont Tower). I hope you can help as my friend is very interested,
having seen a headless horseman before. We have also both experiences coldness
at the Tower. Thanks in advance, | |
Soozy |
At
apprx. 11pm on Thursday, 20th May my wife and I were travelling south on the A1,
when we both witnessed a green fireball moving at great speed across the sky.
The incident occurred just north of Stamford and only lasted for a few
seconds.
Having told all our doubting Thomas family and friends, we were
beginning to doubt our on sanity until we read an article on your "Lincolnshire
Unexplained" site tonight by Andy Helgesen called "Little Green Men
& Green Fireballs".
It would appear that this could have been
a meteorite. The green fireballs are unusual in that their horizontal flight paths
are traversed low in the atmosphere.
Is this a common sighting for this
area and did any other people witness this remarkable phenomenon? | | John
Chatham |
| Congratulations
on your fascinating website about odd goings-on in Lincolnshire. Browsing through
your chronicle of ghastly tales, I thought I may as well add one of my own, concerning
an antiquated rectory not far from Saltfleetby. It is a stern, forbidding edifice
that lours gloomily through it's camouflage of trees. Here, my sister and her
husband eke out a living carefully nurturing triffids and such-like exotic species
to sell for a motley pittance to unwary buyers. They proposed I pay them a visit,
so I dutifully arrived clutching my bag of overnight essentials. The interior
of the house wallowed in an air of monkish reticence but my hosts were cheerful
enough, showing me their garden and nurseries. Round about evening we went in
and, immediately, I noticed there was a cloying reek of tobacco around the place.
However, no one commented on it, so neither did I. I
was allocated a tiny, claustrophobic bedroom whose floor sloped in a suggestively
sinister fashion. I slept tranquilly enough, only to be woken at 6 a.m. by frantic
tapping and clawing at my bedroom window. Groggily, I got up to investigate to
find nothing more malevolent than a strand of ivy blowing across the glass and
the outside world swallowed up in a shroud of fog. There was something else though
. . . the offensive odour of bacon and eggs frying. This was something of a surprise,
since my hosts have been strict vegetarians for many years and I myself am a Muslim
convert (pork is not on the menu). I fumbled downstairs, feeling mildly offended,
listening to the stealthy clink of dishes and rattle of pans, and peered through
the kitchen door . . . . nothing . . . . no signs of hasty departure, just a neat
kitchen steeped in slumber, not even a slice of toast. I
tackled my sister over a bowl of cornflakes later. She looked guilty and explained
that they seemed to have a priestly ghost - nothing really definite - just smells,
shadows and odd sensations. My odd little bedroom had a concealed staircase leading
to it, a crude affair supposedly for servants. Well, I'm as psychic as a tub of
margarine (if marginally more interesting) but I suddenly hankered for the wholesome
noises of crowds and traffic jams. She went on to say that even the church next
door was a bit queer with an altar that just wouldn't be photographed and other
peculiar goings-on. Can
anyone elucidate on this story or give a name to the phantom vicar? | | Halima
Curran |
| Where
my parents live, Ermine Street used to run a few doors away. As a young teenager
I woke up in the middle of the night and heard marching. Opening my window the
noise increased. After a couple of minutes the noise passed with a distance shout.
This did only happen once on a very still night. It also happened just before
a man saw a Roman Centurion in York in a basement of a Pub. | | Tim
Hitch |
| This
was a very scary moment in my life. I was in the Millstone pub on All Saints Street
in Stamford and we had heard stories about the ghost. I had even felt a presence
in the pub, but I was not ready for what happen in 1993. My friends from Hitchin
where up to visit and as usual we were going to visit a few pubs before heading
to Quay hole's. We turned up in the Millstone about 9:00 pm after consuming a
few pints. We were merry but not paralytic. The events however sobered us up very
quickly. The pool table became free and as our group consisted of 6 of us we piled
on. During one of the first games I gave account of the times that the room had
gone cold as the ghost had wandered around. The boys from down south being as
boys our of that age laughed it off and started making jokes. Well I said if it
happens tonight I will have a drink from you all. Laughter all round. Few games
later we were considering moving to The London. Pool was being played and door
behind the pool table and nobody walked through, the room went quite cold and
then freezing. Then a couple of the pool balls moved of their own accord, the
door closed and the temperature return to normal ? 6 sobered up boys then went
home! | | Tim
Hitch |
The
UFO?
I was about 9-10 years old and in the 6th Stamford Cub Scouts. Every
Thursday from 18:00 to 19:30 I would go down to the church hall in Scotgate for
the meeting. Most times I would be taken by my father, but when he had to work
away I was allowed to go on the Barton Bus service. This involved walking round
the corner to the lay-by half way up Caithness road and waiting for the bus. Picture
the scene in Autumn, dusk, around 17:35 just before the bus arrives, I was standing
facing eastish. When I heard a loud roar and look up and to my left in an approximate
NE direction. I saw a bright light hovering in the sky. It looked like it was
over my friends Mathews house. It was hovering and making a noise, then moved
left, and stopped. It moved down and stopped. Then with a very loud roar it shot
upwards and disappeared with a bang. I was quite shaken as I thought it was a
helicopter from one of the local airbases, but knew enough about aircraft that
they didn't do that. Shook me up for a while.
The legless women.
This story was recited to me when I was about 19 by my mother. She used to
work at Newage's but had a evening class after work at what was Fane School (now
Queen Elenor). Mum said that she walk through town and up recreation ground road
continue over the cross roads on to Kings Road. There is a house that backs onto
Kings Road called the Red House, and I believe it is a Old Peoples Home of sorts.
Again it was not quite dark and Mum was walking on the right hand footpath closest
to the house, where she saw a women standing in the window. Mum smiled to say
hello and the old women smiled back, however as Mum glanced down she could see
the fire place through where the old women's legs should be ! My mother still
refuses to walk on that side of the road at any time of Day or Night. | | Tim
Hitch |
On
our way home last night (around 10:45pm) from legbourne to Louth, my partner and
I were driving down the legbourne road when I spotted a pair of feet moving across
the road, my partner slowed down suddenly, I asked him if he saw 'that' he hadn't
seen what I saw but had seen the head and shoulders of a person running across
the road, we were both as cold as ice and suddenly felt terribly upset, we both
had tears streaming down our faces and a sick feeling in our stomachs when before-hand
we were laughing and joking.
No-one believed our sighting until the next day
my mum was telling someone how 'silly' I was and they informed her of two separate
ghosts on that road, a young maid who committed suicide by running out into the
road in of a horse and carriage, and also a pig farmer who walks the road. We
had never heard of these before and will not be going that way home tonight!!! | | Alexa
and Jonathan |
I
had an experience, not of personal dowsing but one, but one that had been done
for me on a map by the late John Bowman, who at the time was the President of
the British Dowsing Association.
He ask me to send him a map that I had touched
and looked at, one I use for finding sites for metal detecting.
On one he
dowsed several areas and marked the as GSA's (good search areas).
One particular
area had a timber chapel attached to a field. In the field he put a cross in which
he asked me to search as I would find something of importance there.
I got
permission from the landowner as we always do a responsible detectorists and arrived
one fine morning to do the search.
I had learned that the chapel was a replacement
of an original Saxon church which stood on the site and was pulled down some years
ago because it was too expensive to upkeep.
It was not too long before I got
a signal from my detector that told me it was iron, this detector had a peculiar
habit of wanting to phase out iron even on low discrimination. I was able to say
for sure it was of a ferrous nature and opened up a six inch square hole and peeled
back the turf.
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horse shoe |
What
I saw was amazing, I recognised it as a Saxon wavey rimmed horse shoe. Part of
it had broken away but other that that it was intact. I took it to the museum
curator in my town and she confirmed that it was what i suspected.
Attached
you will see this very shoe which is at least 1,100 years old. It is one of my
one and only finds made from the map that John Bowman dowsed, I am still a little
apprehensive about dowsing but surely it cannot be a coincidence can it. | | Charles
Cater - President of the Wrexham Metal Detecting Club, North Wales |
| I
have just read with some interest all about the paranormal investigation at Lincoln
Castle. I found the site by accident, whilst looking for paranormal investigators
in the Lincoln area. I
am very sceptical in relation to this, and I would suggest that the "orbs"
will be light getting into the camera somehow, however I actually write to tell
you the story of The Burton Arms, in Lincoln. It
has recently been taken over by new tenants, John and Lou. Both have experience
in the trade and are logical thinking people. The door to the bar opens outward,
it will not open the other way by way of manufacture, however Lou insists that
she has seen the door open the "wrong way" on at least 2 occasions.
It is interesting to note that when the pub was first built there was a door that
opened inwards. She
states there are eerie noises in the cellar, which could be anything, however,
she has heard the sound of crying in the night, quite loudly. She has checked
her children (19, 15, and 9 years) and they were sound asleep. This crying has
also been heard by her step-daughter, as well. Items
in the pub have been moved without logical explanation, again this can be confirmed
by third parties, though I personally have never seen any spirits other than those
sold in optics. | | Phil
Moss (A very sceptical non believer) |
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