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Hi, I found your web site a while ago, but have only just found time to look around it, the stories here prompted me to inform you of an incident that happened to me about 30 years ago.
I was born and have lived in Dalton all my life, and I am almost 60 years old now, I am a true Brooker, (as we used to say when we were kids) the sighting I had at Dalton Church, was THE most frightening experience in my life so far.
As a family, we always had a dog, and when I got to the age of about 14 years, I started taking the family dog out for her evening walk, usually round about 11 o’clock , my regular walk was, up Dalton Lane, then up the church path, up the steps to the church and followed the path to come out of the top gate, and then back down Creswick road.
When I got married I stayed in Dalton, and have always had a dog of my own, and I continued taking my dog the same route on almost every evening, So I had gone this route for about 16 years and never seen anything at all in all those years, I even did a bit of courting there with a girlfriend of that time. I was never afraid and absolutely did not believe in Ghosts, in fact I thought people who believed in Ghosts were a bit simple or at least extremely gullible.
This night I set off with my dog, for his evening walk at about 11 to 11:30 or so, and as I got about halfway up the path, I thought I saw some mist, I was shocked at that because, although it was dark, it was a clear summer night. I stopped and try to focus better, just in case my movement was making something look blurred, and I looked all around me for signs of mist coming in, but there was none at all.
The mist was very thin, and in a vertical column about the same width as the grave that it appeared to be situated over, I did start to get a bit nervous at that point, but decided to carry on, thinking that when I got closer the mist might disappear, but it did not. I got to the bottom of the steps and the mist was still there above that first grave on the right and side above the steps, the grave nearest the wall . I froze for a while, and the mist remained there I could almost reach out and touch it I was that close, I tried to tell myself that there is no such things as ghosts, and that I had walked this path for all those years, so this must be just an illusion or trick of the light in some way, but try as I might ,I could not force myself to go up the steps, I was really scared. I then just got totally panicked, I got a feeling I have never had in my life before, absolute terror are the only words I can find to describe how I felt at that point, got this urge to run like hell, which I did, I turned right, towards the new Vicarage and I ran, I got the feeling that something was coming fast towards me from behind as i ran, , its hard to put in to words exactly the feeling I got, but it was sort of like a kind of pressure, or maybe a blast wave, I have never understood the saying the heckles on the back of my stood up, but I do understand now after that night, as I got closer to the Vicarage the feeling of pressure at me from behind, started fade gradually, until I was right at the side of the Vicarage.
As I said before I am now almost 60 years old, the incident happened approximately 30 years ago, and I have never gone walking that way since, that’s how frightening that night was.
The Haunted Yorkshire team would like to thank the author of this story, however, they did stipulate that they wish to remain anonymous.
The following story was sent to us by Margaret Cousins, based on her experiences of the paranormal at Thrybergh Golf Club, some of the names have been changed in the story to protect their identity, Margaret has asked that the story remains copyright to her and that no one copies it without prior consent.
My husband was the Professional and we moved from Swansea, South Wales, with our young family, to live in this Gothic mansion, in the winter of 1975.
We occupied what must have originally been the Servants Quarters. Large rooms with little in the way of heating. The children’s bedroom was situated, looking out to the back of the house and though the sun would penetrate the room for most of the day, with two heaters constantly running, the room remained icy cold.
I disliked that room - the hairs on my neck used to prickle, as soon as I put my hand on the door knob and any work that had to be done, was done as quickly as possible. My parents also remarked that they felt as though they were being watched and the children were reluctant to sleeping in there. The committee resolved the situation by deciding that the room would make an ideal shower room adjacent to the men’s locker rooms. They asked us if we wouldn't mind and I was more than happy when they bricked up the doorway.
Weeks went by and the snow came - it was freezing cold. Drying clothes on a maden in front of the coal fire in the lounge or draping stiffened towels and socks over the hot water tank, was a nightmare. The course was closed; the only occupants of the club were ourselves and the Stewards.
One night I decided on a course of action. We had a fire escape - a door that led from the hall into the men’s locker rooms. The locker rooms had radiators and I had a pile of washing to get dry.
Stepping into the locker room, I was enveloped in heat and decided there and then, that now would be a good time to have a hot shower. I gathered my toiletries together and opened the door that led to the new shower room.
Gone was the bleakness and the cold of before. The shower was inviting and I was soon stood under a stream of hot water. Stepping out and grabbing a towel, the icy cold air grabbed me, I put my hand out and felt the radiator, it was boiling hot, but that cold had a sense of evil, I could feel its anger and oppression and I suddenly felt a tight band of pressure building up in the centre of my forehead.
It was a horrible sensation and clearly I wasn't welcome, whatever was there before, was still there. I raced back to safety of our flat and locked the door and never ventured through it again.
There were other instances - I now know them to be Orbs - circles of light seen in the hallway and lounge and more frequently in the children's bedroom.
Cathy my daughter was 8 years old, I used to hear her talking in her bedroom, she had 3 friends and described them to me. 2 girls and a boy and from her description, I realised they were children of another century.
Cathy also used to talk in her sleep, I understood the accent and language of German - strange for a little Welsh girl, who had never been to Germany. Thrybergh Hall had housed German and Polish POW's during WW2.
One day whilst sitting in the lounge, I was startled to see a dark haired child in a long brown velvet dress, with a pinafore, appear to walk out of the wall. I thought I was dreaming and on closer investigation found an area where there had been another doorway years ago.
We lived at Thrybergh Park for 4/5 years, we left at the end of 1979 and moved away to North Wales. We were invited back to Rotherham Golf Club's centenary celebrations in 2003.
The weather was lovely, whilst my husband was playing golf, I went for a wander around the grounds, memories of the children, memories of when we used to live there. During the afternoon, I sat in the lounge bar and got talking one of the bar staff. She was intrigued, that I had once lived there and became my guide on a guided tour of the mansion. Money had been spent and what a difference. Almost all of the rooms had been modernised, soft furnishings and opulent luxury everywhere.
We were in familiar territory, the men’s locker rooms. Mary chatted as we walked along "Yes your apartment was through here, as we stopped outside a room, the door of which was open.
The most nauseating malelavant taste of evil, reached out and I felt dizzy, my heart started to race and I recognised Spirit presence, the air was thick and I felt a push of a hand between my shoulder blades, that caused me to lose my balance and fall against the door surround. Mary asked me if I was OK then opened the door through to my old apartments, which were now being used as store rooms. I found myself mentally voicing a prayer of protection and doing my damdest to close down, in difficult circumstances.
I felt I needed to offer an explanation, so briefly explained about the spirit presence.
Mary then told me about unexplained fires. Towels had been found smouldering on the floor of the shower room, but no scorch marks on the carpeting underneath.
We are now in 2008 and no doubt it will still be there, waiting and watching - but waiting for what?
This story was submitted by our regular visitor Darcy
My parents had always been extremely religious, and no matter how hard I tried, nothing I did was 'godly' enough.
"Please let me just finish this level!" I pleaded, tapping furiously at my keyboard.
"No!" My mum insisted. "Do you think God spent all his spare time playing ZOMBIE ATTACK 5 when he could be at church?"
"Why would God go to church ma?"
"Don't get smart with me! Anyway me and your father have been talking..." (More like ma talked and dad listened!)
"And you will be spending a week with Uncle Rob. He'll teach you the true meaning of religion."
I sighed. There was no point arguing with her- I'd never win. I stomped around my room, making it plainly obvious I was annoyed as I packed my bags. Mum didn’t agree with mobiles, but I secretly bought one last weekend and stuffed it into my bag. It was useless. How could I possibly learn anything from staying with Uncle Rob. Well maybe he taught me how not to be. It sounds cruel but he was a belching, podgy, strict and particularly negative man. He always asked me why women were never interested in him, and honestly I'm not one to state the obvious.
ANYWAY, BACK TO THE STORY!
I crunched along the gravel and tapped on my uncle's flaking door and it opened several minutes later. Rob grumbled a HULLO and gestured for me to enter. Let's put it this way, ignoring the mounds of crisp packets and crumbling ciggies, it was a nice and cozy habitat. (Yes..)
"Your, uh.. your room, is uh... um, upstairs...uhh, yeah." He kind of said. I thanked him and made my way to my room. Despite the bedroom being tidy, it was cold and damp. I knew immediately that I had to find a place to hide my mobile. Aha! A small draw compartment thingy under the bed. Kinda weird place to put a draw but I guess it would help. As I put the phone away, a small diary tumbled into view. I picked it up, wiped the cobwebs off it, and read the first crackly brown page.
Thursday 3rd, 2002
I found it! The secret to eternal life!!! All you have to do is-
The rest of the page was ripped off. How strange? I suddenly realised I had gone to the loo for 3 hours, so I dashed to the bathroom.
Whoa, it had gotten pretty dark already, and I hadn't even noticed. As I washed my hands in the sink, I glanced casually out of the window. Nearly fainting with shock, I saw a small girl cross legged on the gravel outside. She smiled, yet she had mournful eyes, and trembling, I looked closer to see she was clutching at a gaping hole in her chest. I shook my head and looked back. She was gone. Ma was right for once- my imagination is too vivid. Later that night, I tossed and turned in my bed, thinking about what I had seen earlier. As I got comfortable, something rustled underneath me. It was a piece of paper. The paper missing from the diary! I read on to see-
take the hearts of two small children. I killed a girl two years ago, and now, I will invite my young nephew to stay for a week, when I have his heart as well, I will mix both hearts with red wine and drink it! Then the devil will allow me to remain alive until the end of time! My daft old sister thinks I'm the religious type- little does she know the only soul I worship is SATAN!
I gasped, and choked on my own breath. I had to get out of here. The girl I saw was real. Who would have thought a disgustingly hopeless man like my uncle could have it in him to kill two children? I grabbed my mobile and tapped in 999. The ringing seemed to go on forever.
"Got a mobile, eh? I, uh..., your, mother, um, said...um, you weren't allowed, um...mobiles!" He grinned, revealing chipped yellow teeth. My sat on my bed, lifeless. The mobile escaped my hand. Fear etched on my face, I rasped, "I know...I know what you are doing. You'll never get away with it..."
"Oh, don't be, uh, too sure!" He raised a knife towards me. Wait, not a knife, a letter opener. The sicko! How could he even want to kill a kid?
"What's the use in living forever! You'll live through all bad things that will happen, you will not see any people that you loved and knew, just complete strangers born into the future world!" He stopped to consider . I used this chance to kick him towards the window. his head smashed against the window pain and I made a run for it. I had remembered to pick up my mobile as well and thought about calling Ma on the way out. No, she wouldn't believe me, there's no point. As I ran further and further away, I rang 999 again.
"Uh, which umm.... service do, uh, you...umm, require..?"
Both these stories were supplied to us by Wombwell on the net Forum.
Haunted Yorkshire would like to thank Mark for these stories. To visit his site click here…
THE GHOSTS OF WOMBWELL WOODS
After a night out in Barnsley 1964 my husband, then boy friend and I were coming through Wombwell Woods. As we turned a corner out in the road out jumped a man dressed like Guy Fawkes, he threw his cape over his face and we drove straight through him. Needles to say we got the hell out of Dodge.
Years later 1987 my twin sister Jane sent me a South Yorkshire Times, on the front page a young woman, a student at Sheffield University was doing research on ghosts in Wombwell Woods, dressed like Guy Fawkes, She wanted information but could not promise a letter back. I have often wondered what she found out.
Best wishes Sallie.
THE GHOST IN THE BEDROOM
One late night around 2am I awoke to a feeling of someone touching my feet, the room was dark but I lifted my head to see. I looked towards the bottom of my bed expecting to see my Mum or Dad, but what I thought I saw was my Dads cousin,but it was late and she never comes anyway, on a second glance I realized that this was not so. Now petrified I could only guess that we had burglars in the house .I realized that I had to raise the alarm or try and get my dads attention but he would be asleep in the other room. At this point my heart was pounding I put my head deep into the covers trying not to make the person in my room realize I was awake. After what seemed to be a life time but in reality was only a minuet or so I peeked to see what was happening, when I looked up the person was bending over my bed looking right into my face, my eye's shut immediately. My heart was now in my mouth the fear was indescribable I dared not make a sound I was frozen in my bed .After a while and in the darkness of the bedroom I had to take another look, this time the person was at the far side of my room looking at my Goldfish tank I moved pretending to turn over in my sleep at this point the figure just seemed to vanish into thin air. I tried to make sense of what had happened, thinking about it I think what I saw was a Ghost .I realize what I had seen was a lady in her later years wearing a golden yellow shawl around her neck, this was no burglar. In one thought I was happy that it was only a ghost but what about the next day, I would have to go to bed again.
Thankfully this never happened again.
Thanks Kirsty P.
FROZEN WITH FEAR
I can sympathize with Kirsty's story. When I was laid in bed again late I woke up for some unknown reason. The strangest thing was about to happen to me. My body went stiff, you could say frozen solid, I had the feeling of something touching me, my wife was fast asleep so no luck their, but this feeling of my body being frozen solid was very scary. The pressure on my body felt like some invisible entity touching me all over I could feel every touch from my head to my toes. My heart was in my mouth sweat running down me petrified was the only word. After a while I must have dosed off back to sleep, bedtime was never the same.
I live at Tinsley Park Golf House. One night I and my Fiancé were laid in bed when we suddenly heard footsteps coming from stairs. I counted 32 steps. I checked the stairs in the area where we live but I couldn’t hear anything or see anything, but when I spoke to my Fiancé who was still in the bedroom she could still hear footsteps.
I then went to check the stairs in the Golf House to see if there was anybody there but upon opening the door I set off the intruder alarm, which told me there was nobody around. I made my way to the top of the stairs and then walked down to the bottom, and it took me 32 steps! At this point I ran back to the bedroom and got back in bed, more than a little spooked. We heard the footsteps on and off for the best part of an hour. We still hear them almost nightly.
Many Thanks, Craig
Many thanks to Melvyn Cobb for this submission...
Many thanks to Melvyn Cobb for this submission...
The sighting was sent through to the Haunted Yorkshire website, the author is interested to see if anyone else has seen anything like it in the same location. We have had to remove the actual house number for privacy reasons..
I was born at (Number undisclosed) High Street Laughton en le Morthen and when I was about 5 years old my brother and I saw a ghost of a man holding a gun stood in our bedroom that was 50 years ago and I wondered if anyone else had seen him
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The sighting was sent through to the Haunted Yorkshire website, the author is interested to see if anyone else has seen anything like it in the same location.
Friday 16th May-, at approx 01-30am, travelling north on the M1 just passed the Derby turn off a male figure ran from the trees on my left dressed in late 19th early 20th century working class suit with flat cap-like a minor would have worn??-ran like all hell was chasing him-continuously looking back over his right shoulder-could make out a pale face-no features-funny thing is he was 4-5 feet above road level??, he ran over both carriageways and on into the fields at the other side, sadly my wife and other passengers were all asleep as we had driven from St Austell, Cornwall leaving at 9pm Thursday night (15 May 2008).
I have always been sceptical of such things but now I'm not sure, one or two other vehicles about at the time and the figure ran through the beams and was visible all the over the other side- just wondered if any other reports had occured, I remember seeing a post with the number 164.
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In the early 1970's my late Mother was working as a cleaner at ’The Alpine' public house in Rotherham. It had only just been built and was modelled in the style of a Swiss cottage. After a few weeks my Mum started seeing a strange hooded figure around the pub particularly near the bar. These sightings were early morning when the pub was empty. Bar staff also reported sightings of the figure which could not be explained.
Around 1974 the old landlord left and was replaced by a young couple with a small daughter. At the age of eighteen I started work there as a barmaid. On Wednesday nights I doubled as baby sitter and stayed overnight so the couple could stay out late on their night off and not worry about coming home late. One evening I was awakened by the sound of the couple’s pet dog crying at my door. I went to investigate and it was obvious he wanted me to follow him downstairs into the pub.
Fearing there may be an intruder I went after him. However, he would not cross the doorway into the pub and he started to growl and all his fur stood on end. Any other time he would have raced into the bar to look for empty crisp packets to tear apart.
I peered into the darkness and could see a grey mist in the middle of the bar area, near the main light switch panel. Taking a deep breath I marched along the bar and as I reached the mist I had the sensation of walking through cold water. I turned on all the lights to could find nothing. The dog remained behind the door.
The following day I mentioned to the landlord and he asked me not to mention it to his wife and daughter as he too had a strange experience a few days earlier. He had been walking down the stairs one evening to bring change for the till. He felt someone or something pass him on the stairs and a rush of cold air, it had unsettled him quite a bit.
Sometime later a relief landlord was so disturbed after a friend of him tried to conduct a seance at the pub and suffered a heart attach while doing so. He asked a local vicar to exorcise the place.
Many years later my Mum was ill in hospital with a bad throat infection and so could not speak. One evening while I was sitting with her she starting telling me the spirit from the pub had spoken to her and told it was Henrietta who had once live near where the pub had been built. She was unhappy because her Father and brother used to drink and come home drunk and beat her. She went through a list of village pubs in Greasbrough, some of which did not exist When I asked Mum about the incident she could not remember speaking to me about it. I later went to the local library and found that one of the pubs she spoke about had stood near the existing pub 'The Yellow Lion' but had been pulled down more than a hundred years before and this was not common knowledge to non historians.
The story Mum told me and my husband that evening at the hospital will always be a mystery. She used strange old fashioned language that I had never heard her use before and never did again. She spoke of 'Ole Chris the cow'erdsman' and places she could not have known about.
I will never forget the experience.
Sue Duty from Rotherham
This story was sent through by Janet a Haunted Yorkshire visitor.
However, Haunted Yorkshire are unable to help or explain what happened here and are appealing to anyone who may have information on this haunting. Any information should be sent through to [email protected] or via the contact us page, where we will pass the information on to her.
Janets story in her own words.
I had always been aware of spirit but had dismissed it as my imagination and had asked them for proof prior to my visit to
It was May bank holiday and my self and my friend were there on a residential course. Our room was front facing over looking the front entrance first floor.
Went to bed at 11 and I was woken at 2am by some one tapping my face. I sat up but saw nothing. I had an intense buzzing in my ears which eventually cleared and in stereo i could hear heavy breathing in my right ear and a heart beat slowing in my other.
I then heard a voice say its spirit you needed proof we are here this is your proof.
All of a sudden my fear subsided and I lay back down in the bed. I couldn't move but was aware of a strong presence around me. I was aware of my body being elevated and hands touching me particularly around my feet area.
Whilst all this was going on I seemed to be looking down a kaleidoscope and saw a women dressed in duck egg blue with an ostrich feather in her hair and a Gentleman dressed in a black tuxedo with dicky bow chinking champagne glasses as if they were having a toast. There was a grand piano behind them.
I remember thinking what is going on and trying to move but was unable to do so. My friend got up to go to the loo at 2.45 and on her return to the room commented on the state of my bed half a sleep i murmured that I had experienced a nightmare and that was probably why the bed was disheveled she then turned on the light and told me not to move and look and as God is my witness I was utterly amazed.
The sheets were tightly tucked under me and the top sheet was folded back over the bottom bedding in a perfect line like it was starched. My arms had been crossed over my chest and the sheet had been perfectly pleated around each and every toe.
I was shattered and felt like all my energy had been drained and drifted back off to a deep sleep. My friend stayed awake all night as she felt worried by the activity.
I got out of bed the next day but the area where my feet had been still looked like some ones feet were there and the sheets would not lay flat.
I went down to breakfast very un-nerved. But was strongly compelled to return to the room alone. Nervously I went in to the the room and was aware of a multitude of energies wall to wall, though I could not see them. As I entered I said its OK I know you are there now and i will work for you if you show me how. The sheets flattened and the feet were no more.
I returned home the next day and as I got in to my house the phone rang. it was my local spiritualist church offering me a place on a development course which I accepted and in 6 week I was working churches and pubs and clubs. I am now also a well known deep trance medium though I have never sat for trance and the gift was brought to me.
I feel that at
I have not shared this experience up to now but I was hoping you may have some info which would either confirm my theory or tell me something about the house and other sightings/experiences there. If not I hope me sharing this with you has helped you in some way in your journey to work with and understand the other side of life.
My girlfriend and I were sat in a lay by where the 24hour transport cafe is at the bottom of Stockbridge bypass towards junction35a, about a year ago.
We were just sat talking and having something to eat, we were at the top end of the lay by away from the café, just ahead of us were 2 Lorries but no one about.
Suddenly there was a loud knocking on the top of the car, I immediately jumped out of the car and looked around it, thinking someone playing tricks but no one was anywhere to be seen.
I got back in the car and the same happened again. I quickly started the car and drove off, as I pulled away there was one final bang.
We have been back since but it has never happened again.
Submitted by Libby and Col from South Yorkshire
Submitted November 2007
Hello, I live in Dinnington, I’ve lived here all my life. I've been for walks several times in Anston stones woods.
There is a cave there known as "dead mans cave" above a rock face. About 5 years ago I was walking there with my friend and her cousin and we decided to go to dead man's cave. As we were just standing in the opening to the cave there was a sudden flash of light, we ran and we all noticed a rugged figure following us. We couldn't see the face of the person as they had an old big hat on, it was also dressed in a brown long dirty coat, similar looking to a tramp.
When we reached the open land outside the woods we turned around and the figure had disappeared. We scanned everywhere with our eyes, nothing. I know there are several non supernatural possibilities for this, however I am sure this was an unearthly sighting. This is honestly not a fake story, I’m telling the truth, unfortunately I am no longer friends with the other two but it was one of the most awful feelings of my life.
Before telling her about this sighting, another of my friends about 2 years ago, mentioned she had seen the figure of a girl in the back of dead mans cave which appeared, then disappeared. I'm not sure if this is the truth or not, but she is a friend that I trust a lot.
It would be very much appreciated if you could let me know what you think to this.
Response from Haunted Yorkshire formally Rotherham-ghosts
Haunted Yorkshire have visited this site and conducted an investigation, not much happened during the investigation, but has we were finishing off the video; footsteps of something heavy came from the same area as you describe.
It is a very strange place to visit and we will be going back again some time.
The video will be uploaded on to the site during October 2007 in the investigations section.
Submitted by: Michelle and Jeremy Ferralez
Location: Lewisville Tx
Type: Haunting Manifestation
I want to start off by telling you my own true ghost story.
My story happened about 3 years ago, and I feel that I need to tell you the background for my story in order for you to get the full picture of what was happening in my apartment. So I must warn you that this is an extremely sad story.
Soon after I moved into an apartment in
One day one of her little boys supposedly left her apartment and went to play at another child’s home. He never came back. I knew right away that Mike had something to do with the missing 6 year old. So many times I have heard stories from other family members and Shalonda herself about how abusive Mike was to all three of her kids, but he was especially abusive towards the boy that came up missing, because he knew that the child was not really his even though Shalonda claimed he was.
When the child came up missing everyone in the family was to scared of Mike to talk to the cops. This pissed me off because if someone was brave enough to call the cops before then this child would still be here today. So I decided to help with the investigation. I told the cops everything I knew, and met with them almost everyday for nearly a week. Day's went by and a huge search effort was made to comb the creek that ran through the apartments where Shalonda lived. I knew the child was not going to be in the creek and told the cops to check out Mike's car for evidence. For some reason they waited a week to check his vehicles and just continued to search the creek even though Mike was now the number one suspect. Finally on the night they decided to call off the search of the creek they went to one of Mike many girlfriends home and checked out Mike's car. When they opened up the trunk there was the Childs body wrapped up in a blanket. Mike had beaten the boy to death with a pole from the closet. The child was so badly beaten that he could only be identified by the blanket. And so my ghost story begins.
During the week of the investigation strange things started to happen in my apartment. For instance, I was sitting at my computer reading news about the case online when I heard something rustling next to me. It was a box of books that I had sitting next to my computer desk. I couldn’t see anything moving in it but I could hear it. I thought there may be a bug or something down in the box so I started to pull the books out to try and find whatever it was to squish it. I found nothing at all. Then later that night when I went to bed I heard what I thought was my toddler son up and rummaging through the toy box in his room, so I got up to put him back to bed, but my baby was fast asleep in his bed. I stood there for a minute wondering what I had heard , when the rummaging sound happened again rite in front of me. I could clearly hear the toys being moved around as if a child was digging through it looking for a certain toy, but again I couldn’t see anything moving at all.
Over the next few days both of those experiences repeated it's self daily but now I could feel myself being watched. I knew I was not alone. I tried not to be frightened by these things because I knew they were coming from the missing child. I guess is he was drawn to my home because my husband and I were the only people in the family with enough balls to talk to the cops and try and find this child.
Then something really strange happened the night the boys body was found. My husband and I were watching TV. when we distinctly heard a melodious tone come from a toy piano in my sons room. It was a very specific noise that couldn’t be confused with anything else in the apartment. The piano played a short little song when it was turned on or when it shut it's self off after being on and not played with for a few minutes. You may be wondering why this is so strange being that I had a child in the house.
Well you see about 2 months before the batteries had ran out of the piano and I removed them ! Plus my son was already asleep in his bed. The second I heard the piano go off I ran into my sons room and grabbed it and then shot to the kitchen to retrieve a screwdriver. I ran back into the living room and told my husband to open up the battery casing and make sure there were no batteries in it. There wasn’t!
Now I should let you know all of this happened very fast. From the time we heard the piano do its little ditty until the time my husband had removed the battery casing from the toy was only a matter of maybe 20 to 30 seconds. Almost as soon as we got the casing off and had just enough time to shoot each other a WTF look someone knocked on my front door. It was my mother in law, and she was crying. She told us that the police had just found the body in Mike's trunk.
Damn that was ironic that the moment we heard the toy go off is almost the exact moment my mother in law was headed across the parking lot from her apartment to ours to give us the news don’t you think? After my husband and I had cried for a while and had calmed down a bit we began to talk about how strange it all was. We came to the conclusion that it was the child’s way of thanking us for helping the police to find his body and put Mike away, and that he was also probably saying goodbye to us.
We were wrong. The child wasn’t ready to leave yet, but nothing else happened that night. The next few days was quiet. A few days later my husband went to the funeral, but I stayed home because I didn’t feel comfortable taking my small child to it. He was just to little to understand what was going on with the little boy he had played with just a few months ago, or why everyone was sad and crying. Anyways that night we went to bed around . As exhausted as I was couldn’t sleep. I turned on my side facing the wall, and laid there for a while trying to fall asleep. Then all of a sudden I started to get anxious and scarred. Then I got this feeling that if I turned over I was going to see something I didn’t want to see.
I decided not to turn over and just closed my eyes tight. Eventually I fell asleep. I must have been asleep for only and hour or so when I woke up with the same uneasy feeling that if I turned over I was going to see something I didn’t want to see. I laid there for a few minutes debating whether or not I was going to look and see if something was there.
Then I finally found the guts to do it. What the f@$ is that I said out loud. I grabbed my husbands arm and yanked him one time so hard he immediately woke up. Again I said what the f@$% is that, but this time to my husband Jeremy. Then he saw what I was freaking out about. In the open door frame of our bedroom was a flipping huge ball of pulsating blue light near the ceiling. It must have been bigger than one of those huge colorful balls you can buy at the grocery store for your kids. The thing must have been there for at least a minute and a half just pulsating in the doorway before if vanished. I kept asking my husband to reach over and switch on the bedside lamp but we were both frozen in fear for a minute.
Finally he reached over and clicked the switch of the lamp. The second he did all of the electricity in the whole building went out! No shit, every apartment in our building had lost it's electricity, and didn’t get it back until around in the morning. After we managed to pull ourselves together we lit every candle we could find and pulled the mattress off of our bed and put it in the living room floor. We were not about to sleep in that bedroom that night! The next day I stayed in the living room all day.
I wouldn’t even go to the bathroom because Jeremy was at work and couldn’t go with me, and the bathroom was directly in front of my bedroom. My son was still in diapers and didn’t need to go into the bathroom either. Of course when Jeremy got home from work I was about to bust so I had him go into the bathroom with me. The first thing we noticed was that the mirror was fogged up like someone had just taken a hot shower, but no one had been in the bathroom for at least 9 hours. Then we noticed that there was a handprint in the fog on the top left hand side of the mirror. It was the handprint of a small child, clear as day. We racked our brains trying to find a cause for it. We ruled out that it was the handprint of our own child because it was to large to be our Exzavior's.
He was only 1 year old at the time and was too short to even see himself in the mirror let alone touch it. This was the last time we saw evidence of Shalonda's dead child visiting us. I guess the handprint he left was his way of saying goodbye.
You may be wondering why I am still avidly seeking ghosts when this so clearly freaked me out. The answer is that I find the paranormal fascinating and cant wait to have more ghostly experiences , but just not in my own home. I would of been fine if it would to us anywhere else. It's just that it is a thoroughly creepy feeling knowing that there is someone there that you cant see watching you, even if it is a precious little boy. When I was a little girl I lived in a haunted house, but I was too young to understand the things going on in my house , so I don’t have much memory of those things. As I grew up and I became obsessed with the prospect of ghosts. I use to think about how cool it would be to live in a haunted house, and have hardcore ghostly experiences. I still do want to have more encounters with ghosts, but just not in my own house. I will probably always hunt for another encounter with a spirit, but I pray it wont be in my own home.
Submitted by: Rio Sanshez
Location: Ulley Reservoir, Rotherham
Type: Haunting Manifestation
Date/Time: Around 1987
I grew up in
It was a typical normal day it was summertime and warm and my friend and I had gone to climb trees, skim stones or cause trouble as kids do! My friend Dean lived in the opposite direction to me so when we'd finished at Ulley we went our separate ways.
I was on a BMX and as I was crossing the bridge and riding down the road when I saw a man who stepped out in front of me and screamed and screamed in my face as I was passing. I panicked thinking he was going to abduct me or something. So I peddled my bike so fast I nearly came off it.
But when I looked back there was nobody there at all, and nowhere he could have gone to hide either as there were walls on either side of the road with fields after them. I can remember that this man, although I was on my bike was very wet and I thought nothing too much of it.
When I got home I told my parents as well as my friend that evening. I will never forget that day as it is a story I tell often to people in the pub or in general but tonight I have been rather spooked by it as I have read about a man that allegedly killed himself at Ulley.
I wanted to share my story with you after reading this. This happened 20 years ago but I will never forget it and I remember it as though it was yesterday.
Submitted by: Dean from
Time: January 2004
Location: Retail Store in Mexborough.
I was working at Christmas job as a warehouse operative in late 2003, after a week or so I kept getting the strange feeling I wasn’t alone, I dismissed as me being daft.
I was in the tea room one day and one of the girls came in making a fuss about being in the warehouse alone. I asked what was up with to the manager, He then explained the warehouse was haunted, he went on to tell me that they had tried to exorcise the sprit three times and had not had any joy. I took all this with a pinch of salt I thought they were trying to scare the new lad.
Time passed very little happened there was still the eerie feeling that you weren’t alone and you would some times hear footsteps which I put down to noises from the shop floor or people in the corridor outside, The only thing that really made me jump was if some of the nosier toys set off or fell off there self.
One thing about this shop you need to know is that at Christmas and new year you could get any thing up to 40 cages worth of stock these cages would be pushed together in a large square with a gap of one or two centimeters maximum.
I’d worked all Christmas and I was coming to the end of my contract early January, I’d been down stairs filling some shelves at the back of the shop and decided to go up the far stairs and in through the ware house back door, I opened the door to see a large black shadow like figure moving between the cage, I stood there a few moment but it felt like a life time watching the figure glide between the cages. I walked back down stairs trying to process what I had seen.
Later on I went back to where I was stood to try and explain it to my self, I knew it wasn’t my shadow due to the placement of the lighting casting my shadow in a different direction and the fact this figure was moving while I was still. Soon after I left the shop and never did find out what I saw.
These stories were submitted by Ron from Rotherham.
Location: Aston Hall
About 1963, this building was put up for sale and a photographer was sent to take pictures of this old building.
At the time the hall was locked and most of the furniture and other effects were removed. The photographer - I've forgotten his name, also did a lot of freelance work for Sheffield Newspapers. He set up a large plate camera on the front lawn and two pictures. He took the plates home to his darkroom, developed and printed them and noticed a figure at one of the windows. He blew the window right up with the enlarger and printed it.
It was the figure of a man dressed in 17th century clothes!
Some time later, an old painted portrait was found and the figure corresponded with the photograph. Sheffield Newspapers ran the story which could still be on their archives.
Time: Approx 1953
I grew up in the
One summer evening we had just finished choir practice and we had just left the church. However one of our little group - Barry Hunter, was still in the church. He suddenly ran out of there screaming; he was a white as a sheet and it took some time for him to calm down. Our Vicar, the Rev J Murphy was with us at the time. He managed to calm Barry down, who was only about 12 at the time, the same age as myself.
He eventually told our Vicar that he had seen the figure of a monk coming out behind the organ and then walking down the main nave of the church. What terrified him was that the figure appeared to be walking about 6 inches above the old stone floor.
There were often tales heard about that old church. How people would suddenly hear the organ being played and when they went into the church, it stopped and no-one was there. Then there was the sound of a Gregorian Chant.
The following story has been submitted by a regular Haunted Yorkshire website visitor, they have asked for identity to be kept private. But the story is true.
Location: Dalton, Rotherham
We lived on
This particular evening was in winter, possibly December, and our mother was going to a beetle drive at the church hall next to
Once we had left, Mum told us what had happened. She told us, "When Albert said I looked like I'd seen a ghost, that's exactly what I have seen but I didn't want to upset them.
“She had left the church hall and was making her way down the path through the grounds to Dalton Lane (the school wasn't there then, it was across from the Dene Brook Public House) and in front of her were two men, one of whom was wearing what looked like a cape and long flowing robe, so she assumed it was Reverend Challen visiting someone.
They turned right at the church gate and Mum followed them shortly afterwards - she was only yards behind them and they were plainly visible to her all the time. She continued to follow them and they turned as if they were going up the steps to her friend's house. This greatly alarmed her as she was worried that her friend's health had worsened or that the very worse had happened whilst we were there. She called out Reverend Challen's name as she wanted to know what was wrong, and with this, they simply walked through and melted into the wall. She was obviously quite scared by the turn of events and rushed inside, which is when Albert asked her if she was OK. She hadn't told him what she had seen as she didn't want to scare them - it was their house they'd walked into! We never saw Mum's friend again as she died very soon afterwards.
We lived on
This particular evening was in winter, possibly December, and our mother was going to a beetle drive at the church hall next to
Once we had left, Mum told us what had happened. She told us, "When Albert said I looked like I'd seen a ghost, that's exactly what I have seen but I didn't want to upset them." She had left the church hall and was making her way down the path through the grounds to Dalton Lane (the school wasn't there then, it was across from the Dene Brook Public House) and in front of her were two men, one of whom was wearing what looked like a cape and long flowing robe, so she assumed it was Reverend Challen visiting someone. They turned right at the church gate and Mum followed them shortly afterwards - she was only yards behind them and they were plainly visible to her all the time. She continued to follow them and they turned as if they were going up the steps to her friend's house. This greatly alarmed her as she was worried that her friend's health had worsened or that the very worse had happened whilst we were there. She called out Reverend Challen's name as she wanted to know what was wrong, and with this, they simply walked through and melted into the wall. She was obviously quite scared by the turn of events and rushed inside, which is when Albert asked her if she was OK. She hadn't told him what she had seen as she didn't want to scare them - it was their house they'd walked into! We never saw Mum's friend again as she died very soon afterwards.
Submission by: Mark Hudson
Time: Approx 15 years ago
Location: Roche Abbey
About 15 years ago my uncle who was a bus driver told me a story about the Roche Abbey monk and it goes like this:-
One night he was on the last shift at and he was in the canteen in the bus depot at
The other drivers made fun of the driver until a few nights later when one of them was on the same route and was driving with a passengers on, so the driver asked this passenger “an old man” about the so called ghost and the old mans reply was “oh yes the abbey monk 90% of the village have seen it”.
Submission by: Mark Hudson
Time: After WW2
Location: Field at the bottom of Rawmarsh Church, off Occupation Road.
I remember my dad telling me years ago about a plane crash in Rawmarsh. My dad used to work for my aunty and uncle. “Many older folk will know them as Speight Tripe at Parkgate”. They own a field at the back of Rawmarsh church which used to home hundreds of chickens. My dad “a young lad at the time” and aunt were in the field tending to the chickens and saw a plane crash at the bottom of the field. It turned out that the pilot had got lost and got into some difficulty and crashed and he died on impact.
About 3 years ago I was working at Rawmarsh church and the lantern master gave me a tour of the tower, upon doing so he told me a story about the ghost of a disheveled pilot who has been seen walking in to the church looking some what lost.
A Haunted Yorkshire visitor sent us this story through regarding what seems to be the same tunnel as another visitor submitted a video through of, please read the story and then click the link below for the video!
Submission by: Andrew Johnson
Time: February 2007
Location: Railway Tunnel in Thurgoland
I recently went walking along an old railway line in Thurgoland and came to an old railway tunnel, I walked through it finding myself to feel slightly uncomfortable. On the way back through it I felt a sudden drop in temperature around me, and then when I got about half way through it I was directly under one of the lights and it went off. I went back the same day when it was dark with a few friends; the lights in the tunnel were still lit at this time as they don't go off until . As we were walking through the tunnel I was recording on my phone, I couldn't see anything out of the ordinary on the screen at the time but when I got home I looked at the video a few times and saw what looked like two orbs go straight past one of the lads who were with us. He freaked when he saw the orbs go past him on the video.
A couple of nights later three of us decided to wait until after midnight to go to the tunnel so the lights would be off, so armed with a torch each we ventured back to the tunnel. When we got in there we walked about a quarter of the way through then in a line lent against the wall and switched off the torches. One of the lads said out loud "If there's anyone here who'd like to make contact please give us a sign, we're not here to harm you, show yourself". At this point nothing happened so we went along to the other end of the tunnel. When we got up near the other end we did the same again only this time when he said it I suddenly felt an extreme drop in temperature, all the right hand side of my body was numb it was that cold, even my elbow which I had tucked into my side. I turned to the right so I was stood facing the cold spot and it slowly started to move across my front. Then I got what felt like someone lightly holding onto my left wrist. I told one of the lads to put his hand in front of me to see if he could feel the cold spot, he said he could feel it immediately.
After that we started to make our way back through the tunnel to go home the other mate who was with us starts to feel choked up and couldn't breathe properly. We got out of the tunnel and walked back down the old railway bed and back to the car!
Submission by: Paul Owen
Time: Approx 10 years ago
I was driving back from
Submission by: Chris Dannatt
Location: Manor Farm, Rawmarsh, A private property in Rawmarsh (Details undisclosed at the owners request)
Some of my friends moved into at a property in Rawmarsh with their 3 young sons, and witnessed some strange things happened including house work being done, milk brought in and various cleaning jobs done around the house...it seemed to be a friendly ghost.
However, after returning home one evening having left the 2 boys with a baby sitter, he looked up at the window and could see one of his sons stood in an upstairs window with the sitter, when he rushed in obviously concerned about their safety he found all 3 sleeping on the couch.
After making inquiries regarding the previous family who lived there, it transpired that the last 2 families had also witnessed this strange behavior and a total of 3 exorcisms had taken place, but this had no effect on it. Their experience of it was of a violent presence in the house which included knives and plates being thrown across the room.
Submission by: Chris Dannatt
Location: Brampton Bierlow
A friend of mine moved house for only one reason,”It was haunted” they moved from a nice street in Brampton Bierlow, to a less desirable area in West Melton, when I asked why, she was rather sheepish but explained that she had seen an old lady walk through her bedroom, and that her 2 year old son often came running into her bedroom saying there was an old lady in his room. Because of this the young boy would never go upstairs alone.
Since moving to another property the young boy has settled and now plays upstairs alone and has no problems.