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Brummie Ghosts

Nicholas

master brummie
I think the shop I work in is haunted, I've often felt as if someone was putting their hand on my back but I turn around and nobody is there. It only happens when I'm at work

Hi Patricia - I do apologise for the delay in responding!! In my teens, I was told by the father of a friend that he had been suffering similar 'experiences' to those that you describe here...... only he kept feeling as if someone were 'tugging' at the back of his clothing!?! I believe this had been going on for some time - perhaps years - when he told me. He said that he'd had the same feelings at home and at work. There was never anything else (spooky / strange) associated with these sensations, it seems, but they were weird enough for him to mention them to me when he learned of my interest in the paranormal.......
 

Nicholas

master brummie
Hi Nicholas are you familiar with the couple whom run the spiritualist shop down on the high street Evesham
Or have you heard of Nicola Overton they do the ghost haunting they reckon they are good they reckon she is rated for her spiritulist as well
she as done Warwick castle as well and she produced photograhic pics of a little boy scurrying down on some steps going down below she sent them to Warick castle owners whom was impressed best wishes Astonian,,,

Hi Astonian,

I'm sorry matey, but I don't know any of the people that you mention, I'm afraid..... I don't 'do' spiritualists / mediums at all, I must admit, and we've pretty much never used them on our investigations........
 

Jamie allen

knowlegable brummie
Hi Nick

Thank you for your response and I am in complete agreement that until you have experienced something for yourself it is always best to stay “on the fence” as it were. But by all means I will share a few of the random things that have happened to myself and in the hope others may come forward and share in due course. Firstly I apologise if I go into too much detail in these experiences but as a budding writer and paranormal enthusiast I think it better to write more than less. When I was 15 my mother and future stepdad started dating, I at that time was playing football for Aston Villas Academy my stepdad who lived in Sheldon/Marston Green at that point, asked if I wanted to stay at his house with my mother and he would take me to football the following morning to save me catching the coach from South Birmingham (which was a bit of a ball ache). Anyhow on the Saturday evening the 3 of us went to a pub called Sheldon Hall (or it was at that time) on the way home from this pub my mother and stepdad were talking in the front of his car and he mentioned that it was a well known haunted location, I being a cocky 15 year old said something along the lines of “you don't believe in ghosts do you?” If I would've known what was coming later that evening I think I would've chosen my words a bit better. I was staying in my stepdads daughters old room. The room was basically empty, it had a single bed pushed up against the far right wall directly beneath the window (which didn't have curtains or blinds on it), at the foot of the bed there was a small wooden table with nothing on it, there was a couple of tupperware boxes on the floor in the middle of the room with bits and pieces in them and a Madonna poster on the wall at the foot of the bed. There were some glow in dark stars on the ceiling too, but that's basically everything. When I went up into the room I flung my kit bag down the left hand wall in the corner and hopped into bed. Some time past but couldn't have been any later than 3AM when I came around to my stepdads 2 cats scratching at the bedroom door and making weird shrieking noises but I was kind of in that in-between phase of awake and sleep so didn't take too much notice, I must add that I sleep with one leg out of the covers so the duvet is in between my legs, I have no idea why, just always have. I think due to the over load of coke and orangeade I needed the loo and I can remember lifting my head up and twisting my body slightly to get out of bed, then for some reason plonking myself back down again. Then I shot bolt upright. At the foot of the bed no more than an outstretched arms length from me was a Soldier! Stood staring out the window. It was carrying something in its right hand pressed against his body like a rifle. It was the strangest thing because although I could see detail and even bits of colour in him I could also see the Madonna poster through part of his body! Suddenly panic set in and I quickly jumped back under the covers and into what can only be described as a ball. I remember actually being able to hear my heart beating as I cowered under there. I was trying to scream for my mum or stepdad who were only in the next room but I couldn't even muster up a noise, just an inaudible whisper like someone whos lost their voice. I scratched my arm to death to prove to myself I wasn't dreaming. I remember sitting there terrified for hours and bear in mind I actually needed the toilet so it was double uncomfortable. I must've dropped back of too sleep after a while (which I find odd to this day as I don't think I would be able to sleep that terrified now) and when my mum opened the bedroom door at about 7 on that Sunday morning I literally sprinted out of that room, downstairs passed her, into my stepdads garden and urinated in a bush rather than go to the loo in that house. I made my mum go and fetch my bag from that bedroom and got changed downstairs. I never stayed in that house on the Radley's again lol. I did hear some year later that, that house backs onto Sheldon Country Park and a bomb had exploded directly behind it and is now known as Devils Hole or something to that effect? I hope I haven't nattered on too much and if you would like me to write another experience let me know. Thanks again. Steve
 

sospiri

Ex-pat Brummie
I can't say I have ever had any paranormal experiences in 81 years either, John. The ruins of Avenbury church (near Bromyard) have also been reported as haunted for very many years, but having paternal great garndparents that come from there, I used to visit regularly the churchyard and the ruins when I lived in the UK. Always quiet as a grave! :)

Maurice
 

Radiorails

master brummie
I have not witnessed ghosts but there are very many reports of haunted houses, places etc. Those here who were in the RAF will no doubt of heard about a stations 'duty pilot'. I have not watched the recent tv programmes about hauntings: I suspect, like so much 'reality' and 'conspiracy' rubbish it also far fetched - baloney would be a simpler word!
 

rosie

brummie
Years ago I had to go into a disused stockroom which was once a workroom, I thought I saw a man in a brown coat overall (cowgown) but I knew there was no-one around. I described him and the staff said it was a man who worked there years ago!!
rosie.
 

mw0njm.

Brummie dude
one night.my 2 dogs were barking and going mad up stairs. just after i move here. i went up stairs to see what the row about. in the corner of the room stood a man, we looked at one another then he vanished. next day i told the postoffice woman across the road. when i explained she said it was the ghost of the man who lived there before. he hanged him self it never happend again.i moved 6 years later but others have seen him. brummie or welsh ghosts it dont matter thet still make the same mess in my pants
 

Radiorails

master brummie
I can understand the views here. The problem for northern Europeans, usually, is that everything has to be black or white. Southern Europeans are, generally, less idealistic.
 

sospiri

Ex-pat Brummie
Alan,

Sorry in all my discussions with Greeks, I have never heard the subject of ghosts or paranormal things mentioned, so as yet I can neither support nor refute your statement for this part of the world. However, you've posed an interesting challenge there and when I am in an appropriate situation, I will endeavour to raise that subject.

Maurice
 

Big Gee

master brummie
I was always interested in reading about the supernatural, but never believed in it. However, nearly 40 years ago I was on the way to my in-laws' house in West Bromwich, round about midnight. Driving through a nearby estate I suddenly slammed on the brakes as a woman holding a child was in the road. I was totally convinced I'd hit her, got out of the car, and saw nothing in the road. It shook me up very badly, and it was only later I realised there'd been no sound of a collision. I was sober, before anyone asks. The next morning I went back, and there were my skid-marks in the road. I might have dismissed this as just my imagination, but some time afterwards I met a lady who said she'd had the same experience in the same spot - and this was without any prompting from me, when I happened to mention in conversation the name of a pub which was close to where I had my own experience. That really shook me up. With the help of Nicholas, who posts here, we did some investigation but came up with nothing. I still don't actually believe in ghosts, and can't in any way account for what I saw.

G
 

maypolebaz

master brummie
I've never seen a ghost, as far as I know, but I've had a few funny experiences. The one that rattled me most wasn't in Brum, I'm afraid, but Germany.
I was walking back to camp, late one night, and as you often get, when walking a long distance, I was "miles away". Nearing the barracks the road crossed over the rail sidings where we used to load our light armoured vehicles. Suddenly my hair stood on end, giving me quite a fright.
Our barracks was named Hohne and stood next to a village called Belsen. It was a year or two after this incident before I learned that the sidings had been used to bring the prisoners to the Belsen concentration camp.
When it comes to believing in the supernatural, I'm sitting on the fence.
 

Radiorails

master brummie
I have said here that I have not seen a ghost. but I believe I once saw a ghost ship.
One summer evening, towards dusk, in 1976 - a year of very many fires in woodlands, fields etc. - I was near the mouth of the River Dart. The gorse, bracken and grasslands to the immediate west had been on fire, decent acreage was involved. I went down to the small pump that was set into a small creek just to check on the person operating it to see if he needed help, petrol or whatever. He asked to go for a few minutes to answer a call of nature. In the minutes he was away I saw a galleon, with just one light on the stern, sail out of the river and into the English Channel. When asked he said he did not see it. I walked to the top of the hill, some 100ft. or so higher, to join those dealing with the fire which was now, more or less out. As this was a good vantage point, overlooking the western part of Lyme Bay, I thought others would have seen the galleon. Of twenty or so none actually saw it. I resigned myself to thinking I was the sole observer - maybe briefly the clock had been put back a few centuries. :worried:
Dartmouth, in the seventeenth and early eighteenth centuries, was no stranger to galleons.

1545406651083.pngEl Galleon (Spanish). This vessel was built this century in 2009. I have seen her in Brixham, this year, and in the Great Lakes.
1545406838051.png Mayflower II. Built in Brixham 1956, sailed to the United States, where she stayed, in 1957. I was present at the launch. Both my father and father-in-law were involved in its construction.
 

Smudger

master brummie
I've never seen a ghost, as far as I know, but I've had a few funny experiences. The one that rattled me most wasn't in Brum, I'm afraid, but Germany.
I was walking back to camp, late one night, and as you often get, when walking a long distance, I was "miles away". Nearing the barracks the road crossed over the rail sidings where we used to load our light armoured vehicles. Suddenly my hair stood on end, giving me quite a fright.
Our barracks was named Hohne and stood next to a village called Belsen. It was a year or two after this incident before I learned that the sidings had been used to bring the prisoners to the Belsen concentration camp.
When it comes to believing in the supernatural, I'm sitting on the fence.
I`ve been to Belsen, early 60`s i didn`t see any ghosts but i felt a great sense of melancholy. As for you maypolebaz,, as an ex squaddie myself i`ve walked back to barracks many a time having supped a few bevvies, & one time i thought i saw someone chasing me & i was trying to recollect in the morning about what i thought i saw. When i went for breakfast i saw a bike propped up against the wall, & suddenly it all came back to me. I had "borrowed" this bike from outside the guardroom & i guess it must have been the owner chasing after me!! That German beer has got a lot to answer for.;)
 

maypolebaz

master brummie
I`ve been to Belsen, early 60`s i didn`t see any ghosts but i felt a great sense of melancholy. As for you maypolebaz,, as an ex squaddie myself i`ve walked back to barracks many a time having supped a few bevvies, & one time i thought i saw someone chasing me & i was trying to recollect in the morning about what i thought i saw. When i went for breakfast i saw a bike propped up against the wall, & suddenly it all came back to me. I had "borrowed" this bike from outside the guardroom & i guess it must have been the owner chasing after me!! That German beer has got a lot to answer for.;)

Having "supped a few bevvies" you rode a bike ?
I stand in awe of you Sir !!
 

sospiri

Ex-pat Brummie
I well remember that Mayflower II, Alan, in Brixham, when we went on holiday fo Babbacombe with my late wife's sister & family. That must have been a few years ago, probably in the late 1960s or early 1970s.

Maurice
 

Radiorails

master brummie
Maurice, if you saw a ship, resembling a galleon in Brixham, after 1957 then it was the replica Golden Hind. It is built on the keel of a London Thames barge. It is still there in Brixham harbour - a big tourist attraction. There is another Golden Hind (Golden Hinde II, on The Thames) but that, I believe, is a seaworthy vessel.
 

Radiorails

master brummie
Somewhere I have a first day cover carried on the Mayflower II voyage
Mayflower Mail, probably Mike. The mail was posted from the ship. We had letters from some of the crew. We gave them to the local museum along with other Mayflower II memorablia. 2020 is an Anniversary Year this way.
 
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