I used to live in woolton, our house was built on part of the coach road that was recorded in the Domesday book, we regularly saw a Royalist soldier from the civil war between our kitchen and living room , we named him Charlie after his loyalty to Charles I, we got used to him and were never scared .
I must say, I love that you kept in the whole thing about your car being stuck in the mud and needing a tractor to get you out. I love that you're able to laugh at the situation in the midst of your story-telling!
I lived in Bidston and experienced a terrifying encounter with a spirit who attacked my friends younger sister. When I read the story of the judge it seemed to tick all the boxes. Not a nice experience
Hi Richard it was the Lytham and Southport lifeboats that where lost ,the Blackpool lifeboat was put out to rescue the crews sadly all but two lifeboatmen were lost…The crew of the Mexico I’m not sure how many survived,,,remember all the lifeboats then were horse drawn to the sea and all lifeboats were Rowed with oars……the Blackpool Coxswain got a medal, and was the Bickerstaff family and Parr family ,Stanhope family and Cornall family etc I used to work on pleasure boats with Grandad parr who was only young then on the lifeboat and he was a very old man when I knew him in the 1970s 80s…and his son Harry was the lifeboat engineer in the 70s You will if I remember right see the Mexicos ships bell ….in the church in Bispham Blackpool,,,,,,,??? I’m pretty sure that’s were it is……and the wreck ended up on the beach at Cleveleys Blackpool and until a big storm of Blackpool the ribs of the ship are near the 5 bar gate on Cleveleys beach outside of Blackpool … I was on the lifeboat at Blackpool for 8 yrs and did 196 call outs I’m now fully disabilied and live in Pembrokeshire wales…….great show Richard and when I could walk I seen you in Tenby doing your one man talk in the pub…about 2006😊
Richard i was a bus driver in liverpool for 20 yrs in the early 90s i got to a terminus i look in the periscope and i seen an old guy with a Trilby on sitting at the front i ran up the stairs to tell him it was the last stop and he was gone ....... i drove back the garage with all 53:21 the lights on lol
Lived in a haunted house in Huyton and saw a very large black dog in a doorway up some steps when i was going to work in Liverpool one morning. Plus was allocated Arthur Askeys desk and definitely got the feeling someone was sat with me. Also worked in the Magistrates Court and Crown Court, St George's Hall. Lots of unexplained happenings. Xxx
@@RichardFelixChannel Not that I can recall. It still puzzles me. I plan to try and work out where I saw it. At the time it looked at me and was as though it was smiling. Big, big head, body and paws, even from ten feet distance and I crossed the road to avoid it because it didn't seem like a normal dog. The door was old, shaped curved, wooden single door with studs and a large door handle to the left and three stone steps, worn down. It jutted out across the pavement and the door and dog faced me as i walked towards it. Its a mystery I would love to solve. I mentally said to it, please leave me alone, please don't hurt me. As i crossed from left to right, i looked back and it had gone. Very weird xxx
Just to add i have had weird experiences in Liverpool, Manchester and Wiltshire all my life but the one that really puzzled me the most was the dog xxx
@@RichardFelixChannelI had an encounter of a Black Dog in a quarry in Whittle-Le-Woods, near Chorley in Lancashire. There are two millstone quarries, separated by a lane and the old southern section and tunnel of the Lancaster Canal. The southern quarry is older than the northern quarry, both abandoned and in recent times the northern quarry is sloped in preparation for housing. It was July of 2010, In summer I would often have a ramble from my parent’s house close by, go through the quarry and back. There was a shallow but wide lake in the northern quarry as well as high soil mounds at the time. One day I was wandering through the quarry when I spotted on the opposite side of the lake, walking the same direction as me, a large black dog. I can tell it’s big, about hip height. Didn’t see a collar on it, no sign of it’s owner, but I can slightly make out the red in its eyes. Knowing what it is, I kept my guard up. I went behind the soil mounds, but making up the hill I would be able to see all the quarry and the dog. I didn’t see the dog again, nor did I mention this to my parents for a year and a day in case something bad happens to me or a member of my family, thanks to a documentary on Old Shuck in Sussex I had not long watched. Lone and behold, a year and a day later, I learned from my mum that a teenager called Dylan Ramsay died in the old southern quarry when he and his friends had a swim. He had Hyperfeurmia and was taken to hospital where he died. That teenager’s dead led me to tell my parents of what I saw a year and a day ago. I was wanting to tell you this story, I think by email only you replied back. Dylan Ramsay’s parents led to a country-wide campaign called “Doing It For Dylan”. It’s to warn anyone of the dangers of swimming in canals and quarries, because although there maybe a scorching summer that you’d be tempting to cool off, the water is as cold as the depths of winter. Either that dog was observing me that led to me not going back, or I did the right thing by not telling my parents, you can certainly all Whittle Quarry onto that list of black dog sightings.
Just started watching….I work across the 3 major general hospitals in Liverpool. I work in a very old part of the building, we have all seen several ghosts.
I'm from Liverpool and grew up being haunted, and I went to Derbyshire just once and saw a ghost! It's kind of sad I could have sent an email as an 11 year old when this came out, which is about the time I went to Derbyshire, but I recently typed up my ghost stories last month, I could post them for a laugh..
1st of February; the first month has been ok, considering I've had no money since November, I'm coping well enough. I've got out enough, Runcorn, Frodsham, Warrington, Wirral, Northwich, Middlewich. I've had a few drinks with good company, watched some sports, played darts and pool a few times, saw a bit of family, played plenty of chess, smoked a tiny bit of pollen, got myself up to 3 miles running, got some new clothes, still haven't had a shave, yeah it's been pretty good overall, until the snow started, went down hill from there but I suppose given the weather is crap I've actually had a good time. I saw Duke again yesterday, he's a Malamute, normally very playfully aggressive but not anymore, he's upset his older husky companion Mika has died. It's sad when you see the sadness in an animal like that. He was so protective over her, and now she's gone he's different, placid and upset, I think he understands, she was howling a lot before she was put down. It's strange to be able to stroke him and comfort him so easily, It's always felt a courageous deed to pet him and now, his natural aggressive spirit has gone, but you can see the sadness in his eyes. It's as though he has become as tame as Mika was. 'Death barks at us all Duke, all a dog can do is bark back.' I've been thinking lately, that I really want to right out my ghost stories growing up. I was haunted a great deal, and I forget how traumatic it all was, there are moments when I remember this stuff and I get goosebumps, one incident alone I would merely think of and my hairs would stand up and my eyes would water, It went on for 10 years until my friend told me 'You're traumatised'. I said how calm and warm I felt in the moment and he just said, 'That's trauma'. After that, I stopped getting watery eyes, but I still get a chill all over. Just like so many things I remember, it's so easy for me to make my hairs stand up. It's absolutely ridiculous, and in all my life I've only ever confided in 1 friend; I've told a few people since that I grew up in a haunted house, several really, but I've only ever once told my stories, and after an hour or more of sharing them, just as we'd finished the talk, something went flying off the wall. He was like, 'Wow, that's mad that lad, isn't it proper fkd up.' I was like, 'Yeah.. it's crazy' ... and then BANG! He jumped out of his bed, 'What the fk was that!? Did you hear that?' - I said, 'It sounded like someone threw a stone at the window'. 'No it wasn't the window,' He paced up and down the dark room, scratching his head, 'It was like a proper BANG!' I go, 'Yeah it sounded like a pebble hitting the window' He opens the window, it's 2am and silent outside. He shuts it, 'Na lad, it was in here... Did you hear that as well!?' 'Yeah it was like .. BANG!' He started talking and then stopped himself.. as he caught onto what it was. 'Ang' on a minute. No.. It was this.' He picked up this rectangular bit of paint that clung to the top of the wall, most was down to the plaster, but the top foot of the wall was still painted, and this little rectangle bit stood by itself and slightly curved outwards away from the wall. Everybody noticed it. He told me that when I first went to his after I pointed it out. Over the year or two being in that room I saw many people point it out. It was there for 10 years. And the moment I told him my ghost stories, BANG! It flew faster than either of us could see and hit his monitor 5 feet away. He held it up and raised it to it's old location, 'No fkin way.' As if it wasn't enough that he believed me already.. bang. Which, thinking about now. Makes me feel like I'm never free of them. I mean I was 20 at that time and hadn't experienced anything for years since my old address. I tell someone and that happens. Sometimes, even the other night, I'm going to sleep and I remember and it creeps me out, like I only need to think of them and then they're right next to me, ready to pounce with their creepy ghost stuff. I get a little spooked but only for a moment. I shudder. Basically. Nobody from school would've ever believed it. I could never tell anyone. No point really. But my siblings told their friends and girlfriends and boyfriends, and the whole family would join in with the stories. I figured most believed. And I suppose some would soon witness too. It wasn't the last thing to happen, or the most dramatic, but I figure it's a good place to start. My first ever ghost experience I didn't even believe. It was in my Dads house. I'd not long been told about Santa being baloney, I was about 4, maybe 5. My siblings were on the 2 & 3 seater couch with my Aunty Nikky, and I was sat on the floor in front of the television eating cereal. Then everybody started shouting, 'Woah - WTF - OMG - Did that just fly from behind there? - It did I saw it! - I turned around and saw a pink cardigan just behind me, they were saying it flew from behind the back couch, I thought it was a prank, they were all animated and I accused them of pranking me, and Nikky, sat on the side couch said, 'No I just saw it go over the top' - They actually weren't interested in me and were making such a fuss, all talking about how they witnessed it. I was convinced one of my siblings on the 3 seater had threw it. Thinking back, I didn't know what a ghost was, even in theory. That was when I learned about them. I felt very weird, but 28 years later, nobody would ever confess to a prank. And why would they. This was tame compared to so much of what we would later experience in life. Weeks later, me and my brothers were on our 2 bunk beds, awake in the night, when the most loudest running footsteps, angry sounding, rapid running steps came thumping up the stairs, my sister was screaming in the next room and the look of fear, shock and panic was in all of our faces. There was nobody downstairs, I'm not even sure there was an adult in the house. I didn't leave the room. But everyone was terrified and talking about it the next day. I thought it was one of my neighbours black dogs or something. If a grown man slammed his feet as hard as possible but could run as fast as a dog... My family all seemed to have had experiences and stories - I was so young I didn't know what was going on. It took a long time before I really grasped it. My brother Andrew would have a few episodes jumping out of bed in his sleep screaming and running out of the room. One I recall he was barking about 'The Dogs' and another 'The Aliens' - Like a proper fit, fast asleep and then up out of bed shouting in terror. Obviously, we were all suffering trauma for many reasons. We took the mick out of him for that but looking back, it makes sense he'd have terrible nightmares. The next thing I remember happening was when I was about 6, we heard our kids snooker table balls being whacked about downstairs when we where in our mums house. No one was down there. And word was in the morning, that the balls had all been potted. I sort of believed it, but struggle to trust I'm not being tricked. Until shortly after this incident, I was in my room talking to Andrew, who was stood by the window.. The boiler cupboard door was wide open against the wall, he was standing in front and to the side of it. It was behind him and I was looking right at him. The door slammed violently as can be. He jumped and turned around, 'DID THAT DOOR JUST SLAM? DID THAT DOOR JUST FKIN SLAM SHUT!?' - I told him I saw it. He ran out of the room screaming and told my mother. I stayed sat on my bed in a state of bewilderment. I knew nothing could have moved it like that. And saw it with my own two eyes. I was scared but also somewhat relieved that I now needn't doubt that these goings on were really happening. Many things went on, and my relatives had stories of their own. The things they'd say would scare me of the possibilities - but really, it only became beyond the joke when I moved to 'The Haunted House'. ============================================================================================🎵🎵 th-cam.com/video/0R9rIRABSAc/w-d-xo.htmlsi=IFYI58mQ7O6OsnPU 🎵🎵
Moving in was like Saturnz Bars. It seemed cool to be in a big space, 4 of us couldn't share a room for ever, or use a living room as a bedroom, so we came to our next haunted house with a sense of freedom, another step away from home but it was less trouble, 3 large bedrooms, a box room, and a large living room, size wise it was perfect for our family, and quite a stellar design really, only problem is the place was haunted, I only really started to feel at home after 8 years when my siblings left, and the memories built up and familiarity was a pleasant feeling, even having some kind of peace with the ghosts, they're like a sibling a 100 years older than you, that don't really want to know eachother, but are stuck in the same place, , 'please, please, please stay away from me I don't care if it's your 100th birthday, just leave me a lone please.' I lived there for a month before my family started to talk about the house being haunted. Now there's a shock and a horror. Oh no, another address, what's that? All of them? Then something happened I'm unsure about to this day, I was sleeping in what was later to be remembered as the worst room, and I felt as though my blanket kind of flopped over, I woke slow with a sense of it and thought I was getting scared of some stories that they were talking about, I must've moved it, and then I felt as though the blanked pulled away from me, but I was some how uncertain . And I still am, I certainly got frightened over the blanket rolling a little on it's own, as if leveraged off the bed, which I jumped out of and went and sat with people. When another story came forward I decided to say what I thought happened, I think that's how it sort of goes, a big family of 7 in the house, one by one, we move around like the Gorillaz and strange things are happening, eventually, there's tons of stories, and you only hold out for the good ones, the rest is forgotten about, can I remember the stories, Whispering, I think all but me and Ant heard that early on, in my last 2 years I heard it a lot, it was just like The Others from Lost, a sort of welsh mutterings, the first time I heard it I was watching a movie with the tv volume on 1, I turned it down to 0 so I could listen to a raspy noise from beyond the door, is someone awake whispering outside? Eventually I confirmed I could hear some sort of whisper, so I got up and sneaked toward to the door, I listened close but couldn't make a word of it, I opened the door half expecting not to see anyone, which I didn't, then the noise of mum snoring distracted me and I thought it was whispering, I snuck in between her room and the box room and I could hear snoring from both. I figured I'd just heard the whispering after 6 years, sat back in the living room and carried on listening to the tele at 0 volume, it wasn't long before I heard it again, I creeped toward the door, listened closely, 'Adar o’r un lliw ehedant i’r un lle'- I opened the door quickly, nothing there and no whispering, closed the door, there it goes again, '*"Bûm gall unwaith - hynny oedd, llefain pan ym ganed"*, I opened the door again, there was just darkness in the landing, and silence, I stepped out and checked over the banister through to the kitchen, nothing, I went back to the living room, closed the door, "Cartref yw cartref, er tloted y bo" - Straight away I had heard and opened the door, and it stopped. I shut the door, "*"A fo ben, bid bont - Hen Wlad fy Nhadau - Cymru am byth"*" Then I just went back to my movie. I think it was on sky movies and we didn't have rewind on tv, so I wasn't having it. I would hear it numerous times from the living room at night and sometimes in the box room when I was on Anthony's computer playing CS:S or something, I never once felt particularly afraid of those whispers, it was actually one of the least spookiest things, I wish I knew what they were saying, it sounded prayerful, sometimes you could make out the definition of words you don't recognise, I would never have imagined it was welsh at the time, but I think Lisa may have mentioned it sounding welsh the whole time, which it did. She partly grew up in Wales so she should know, I believe it was Welsh, either Welsh or Mumbo Jumbo. Everyone heard the whispering. Mum and Andrew claimed to have a seen a girl, mum said she was shouting at Anthony for walking into the bathroom near lunchtime when he was in school, and she obviously discovered the bathroom empty, Andrew shared a room with a divide with Helen, he saw Helen walk in to the room and go into her side, then a moment later, he did see Helen come bouncing into the room wearing different clothes, My mum woke up and saw a girl standing around in the same room, they both describe the appearance the same, a young teenager, or preteen girl, black hair and I forget the clobber, I heard a girl cry behind me in the bathroom when I was having a piss, a kind of high pitched -hew-hoo. I finished pissing and checked the boiler, nothing there. Went back on Driver 2. When ever we talked about how we'd feel about seeing a ghost in different scenario's, I could always imagine it be a teenage girl easily even when I was younger, maybe that's the least scary thing I could imagine, or maybe it was the stories, people seemed convinced the house was haunted by a girl and others, but I never did see anything in that house. The strangest thing I did see was a meteor shower, I got Ant's attention to it and we sat in wonder why all the stars were moving over head. It was amazing. But I didn't see anything at all ghost wise there. Peter said when he had the downstairs flat he turned and saw a human shadow peering through the glass window above his bedroom door, a big bulky dark shadow. I don't like the sound of that. I remember Oscar on very rare occasions would start hissing at something in the room, one time it was really spooky, he was curled up asleep and his ear picked up like radar, his head turned, he jumped up, with his back arched, he hissed away and growled with a mean stare, I couldn't explain how obvious it was in these moments he was aware of a presence. And he liked it as little as the rest of us. There was a time Me and Ant sat there playing our Gameboys linked up on Advance Wars, I was beating him, and getting ready to beat him again, when he stopped and looked over toward the window. He hushes my talking, and gazes out to the room, ''I can hear footsteps.'' "I can't" - He seemed baffled I couldn't hear them, and said they were outside the window, "That ledge you wouldn't be able to walk on like that, no that's just the heavy rain making a thud," - "It's not the rain! How can't you hear it?" - "Let's just play, it's your go! I can't hear anything, it'll just be the rain" It was lashing it down proper heavy, he's taking his turn, back to an engrossed state, his face turns and his voice trembles with fear, 'It's inside the room! ' - I went to tell him to shut up and then I heard the thuds over creaking floorboards slowly traipse across the room. Thud-Thud-Thud-Eurr-Thud-Erhhh-Thud-Thud-Thud-Thud - just like human footsteps. "Please tell me you heard that!" Ant panicked, 'I heard it!' I said instantly widening my eyes up. What do we do, Ant badly wanted out of the room, I didn't, We agreed to stupidly go and stand by the door where the footsteps stopped and that if anything happens, we would escape easy. 'OK' we'd agreed. We got out of the bed and stood with our backs to the wall with the door wide open. Startled and intensely staring into our room waiting for something to happen. And then in an instant, the loudest scratch sound like a 2 pence piece being scraped across the door in front of us WHAAA'AHH! - We bailed out of there and down the stairs together in a jiffy. We told Helen and Chris what happened, they had no choice but to believe us, the level of animosity from the pair of us could never be faked. It was funny their all the same age so I was fed up after 2 hours of being in the room with them, and they wanted to watch something of their age group and it didn't interest me, when they poured into the living room, I found myself standing on the first stair looking up, Ant saw me and asked me where I was going, 'You're not going back up there are you?' - "Yeah, I'm going to bed" - "Are you serious? What about the ghost?" - "It's been hours it'll be alright" - He didn't seem envious of my courage and I couldn't blame him, I felt royally shit scared going back up there on my own, and sitting there for half an hour alone on the top bunk. Staring at nothing, expecting something to happen was so creepy. It was like last summer when I locked myself in with the wasps nest. Only this was sort of in my mind, because nothing happened and I went to sleep. 🎶🎶th-cam.com/video/rDfUVsZtXso/w-d-xo.htmlsi=xG4nwQG4QP0krZiL🎶🎶 =========================================================================================
I did see some stuff, the first thing was when I was about 11, I was in an Aunts house in Derbyshire, on the way there all of the lights went out on a motorway, and our radio started going screwy, it ended up on a signal of .666 - (although someone on UKCS told me it's normal for it to default on .666 or .444) - But this happened. When we were nearly there, it was pitch black apart from the 'cat eyes' on the road and everyone had their fog lights on. We made fun of it, Twilight Zone theme noises, and when we arrived I wasn't up long before making my way to bed on the top floor, had to be 3 stories, the landing was sort of along the sides on each floor, like a big square in the middle you could look down, or kill yourself from, .. erm, I was right at the top and was drawing some stickmen battles on some Harry Potter scrap paper I'd gotten for Christmas, I looked to me left, there was a metal pole sticking out of the ground, a hand rail, which I thought was odd because why would someone who needs a hand rail be up this many stairs, but it was there, like a thing you'd chain your bike up to, and I saw a dead drowned face, zombified, at first I thought, 'what's that?', I sort of noticed it looks like a face. And then began ticking off a checklist, Dark flat soaking wet short ginger hair, a forehead, ears, closed eyes, nose, open mouth, tongue, chin, a face white as rubber, veiny and vacant of life, - I couldn't believe it, the reflection was small but right next to me, the bar came up to the bed, I pressed my face right up to study it, - I thought maybe the stacks of boxes and papers behind me had somehow cast this drowned face reflection, so I leaned back without moving my gaze, and started rummaging around with the papers and boxes, then I noticed not only that nothing had changed in the face, but that it was also in front of my arm and I couldn't see my own limb from behind it, that's when I just admitted to myself that I am actually looking at a drowned face, I felt a sudden overwhelming feeling of warmth and calmness, I sat back, and made a rational decision, I can't sleep here. Mom and Lisa are on the bottom floor, I'll stay in with them, I walked out, walked back in and grabbed my inhailer without looking at the face, and went back out again, everything was dark, pitch black, it took me so long to climb down all those stairs and the lights wouldn't work, I even found an unplugged lamp which I plugged into a socket and realised there was no bulb in it. One flight of stairs after another, and then march around the landing, with corridors extending out into various rooms, it was like a hotel. But I made it to the bottom eventually and made up some various excuse to sleep down there, which luckily for me there was a couch, The next day, we were going to some arcades and I asked if the house was new, Lisa was like, 'Gosh no! They could be around 100 years old.' Later that day I discovered the garden was connected to a river which went straight to a lake. I only ever really told my siblings about that. Speaking of which... Another time I saw something was at Peter's flat when I was 12, he had one above my nans, buildings that have been bulldozed now, we'd spent countless time in that building, down the cellar which me Grandad owned even though nobody did. After he died we used to play Warhammer down there. I remember Peter using the blow torch to light up a nail and then use it to put bullet holes and scratch marks in the APC, it looked class. Liam used to collect Tyrranids, Peter had Space Marines and I had Chaos, my Grandad was making cousin Chris a castle when he died, it was going to be like the one he made for Anthony, only with walls and towers, as well as the keep. We used the finished wall and tower as terrain and Peter made his own stuff. The cellar was cool. We always left one entire room abandoned because it was creepy and a tip, it's hard to believe how many years ago that all was, about 25+, quarter of a century ago, Anyway! He had this flat upstairs with Liz, and Me and Ant were round to visit on the Easter holiday, Peter had stayed up till early hours with us and then went to bed, Ant got onto the computer and I had to sort of.. stand and watch.. like the youngest sibling does, He was playing theme hospital and I found it quite enjoyable just watching, I was talking to him, quite engaged from the side-lines, when I noticed a black shadowy movement in the corner of my eye. I instinctively turned my head and thought, 'what was that?' - I stared for a moment and wondered if it could be ghosts, but it's probably just because it's 2am, I'm getting tired and I'm seeing dark movement in the corners of my eyes, I went back to focusing on the game, more conscious of the time that anything, I didn't feel tired, but believed I must be. Then I saw it again. It was a sudden movement and I knew it wasn't tiredness, but what was it? - Time went by, I kept my mouth shut and just scanned the room all round behind me, It was a big living room, but there was nothing to see. Again I went back to watching Ant's game of Theme Hospital but this time my mood was changing, I was expecting ghost stuff to happen, and then I noticed the appearance of a head and shoulders popping into the corner of my eye and vanishing back, I flung round quickly but there was nothing there, I wasn't certain but I knew what I saw, and then the next time it was to the left of me, much closer as I was only 2 feet away from that wall, I had to look and turn around, each time, there was nothing there, it happened again and again and again and again, and I knew I could see a shimmy of a torso and head - poking into my line of sight looking at me, and when I turn to face it It's Gone! Ant noticed me moving around every 10 seconds, and asked what I was doing, I told him what was happening, a shadow of an upper body was leaning into the corner of my eye and disappearing as I turn, He said I was tired and darkness moving is a sign of it. I explained it wasn't that, and insisted to him that I'm really seeing this, and it's going left and right of me, He swivelled the chair around a bit, looked around the room, he looked frightened, then he looked back at me with a scared look, shrugged his shoulders for 2 seconds and went back to his game. I was glad he wasn't going to argue with me but I was somehow annoyed and completely uninterested in his game now. Then the shadow poked into my eye sight and darted again, and my reaction was more hesitant, I turned slowly, looked back at the game and thought, 'That's it, I'm not going to react and see what happens,' - So it did it again, and I didn't move, if anything I really got to witness it like this because I was so fixated on the corner of my eyes, I could see it clearly, popping in and out, 4 out of five times to the right of me, and to the left it was so close, as I stood there ignoring it, I felt the time before the next appearance was shorter, and I felt the timing, spun randomly on the spot and saw nothing. 'Well there goes my shot' - It bobbed in and out again, I gave it 4 seconds and spun again, and I saw a tall slim shadow against the far wall, about 7+ foot tall, and it instantly ducked to its right and then darted off up to the left and gone. ''Anthony! I just saw it! I saw it!" - He wasn't interested - "Ant! Ant!" - I pattered his shoulder and made him interested - "I just saw it! I spun round and saw a massive shadow stood there like this and then it did that and then flew off that way!" - I can't even remember his reaction I just told him everything over again and I figured he believed me. The next day was our last day, me and Ant woke up at the same time and he didn't tell Peter about it. Neither did I. But the next weekend, the last of the Easter Holiday, Peter was round ours and we were up until early hours of the morning talking, Ant had fallen asleep and I decided to tell Peter about what I saw in his flat, It's hard to you know, talk about the things you witness by yourself, even to your relatives who witness these things too. But enough time passed and I went for it. I didn't get interrupted once telling the story and after I finished and had told him I'd seen the thing dead on. He just speaks slowly and goes, 'Do you want to know something, something proper mad about what you've just told me?' - I was like 'What?' - hoping he believed me. He goes, 'You know Liz, she said to me a couple of nights ago that she turned in her sleep and woke up and saw a shadow of a person stood by the bed towering over me while I slept,' - 'Really?' - he said, 'She was terrified and turned slowly back to her side and lay there for half an hour scared to move, and when she looked back it was still there looking down at me, she turned back to her side and lay there awake and scared to death until I got up in the morning.' Well, I was glad I spoke. =================================================================================
Another time Me and Ant witnessed something together was when he woke me up whispering in the middle of the night, 'Matty! Matty, wake up!' - 'What?' - 'Matty can I get on your bed I can hear someone downstairs? - 'WHAT!? - NO!' - 'I'm not messing Matt, I heard someone down stairs - it sounded like they knocking the banister with a cane or walking stick' - I couldn't fathom what he was going on about. He made the sounds to me of what had just woken him up, about 3 or times up and down the corridor downstairs a 'BangBangBangBangBangBangBangBangBang' sound back and forth. I said it was probably just the cat at first, He was certain it wasn't the cat, and after I thought about what he was saying I figured it might be something. He asked to stay in my bed and I said No, 'Well, I'm not getting to sleep after hearing that, it was so loud, everyone's still in bed.' - I don't know how he knew, probably because the sound I would hear years later, I have a faded memory of but it pretty fkd up thing to hear. Like someone pacing quickly up and down the hall with a cane whacking the banister poles, he says to me he won't let me sleep if I don't let him sleep on my bed. And said he would only sleep on his own if I got up and went down stairs and made sure nothing is down there. I was starting to pick sleep out of my eyes, and got on with it. The sooner I go downstairs and check the place out, the sooner I can get back up and go to sleep. 'Fine', I hopped down the ladder, opened the door, and went into sneak mode, there was actually a sort of combination down the stairs to get down without making a racket, backleft, frontright, left, I'd push the banister with one hand press with wall with the other and drop a noisy step onto the front left of the next step - then a clean step, centre, - I was just finding my feet for the next step when I heard something, from the kitchen, I was only far enough down the stair to poke my head over the rail, but not far enough to see into the kitchen, I listened though, a sort of flapping noise, a rustling, an echo, whehwhehwhehwhehwheh, How odd, I looked up above me, and I could see Anthony had came to the bedroom door and watched me descend. I paced back up without a creak and said to him, 'I can hear something' - he was like, 'SEE! I told you someone is downstairs!' -- I go, 'You've got to come and listen to this' and I'll never forget his head shake, lips sown shut, eyes filled with terror, head moving left to right - They broke the mould when they made me didn't they. - I couldn't take no for an answer, he'd just woke me up and got me to investigate this shit, I hadn't heard what he had, 'get a grip and follow me down! You have to hear this!' - eventually he follows and without making noise, we get to the same spot on the stairs and listen, 'Can you hear that?' I whisper almost silently, He nods, - the noise was constant, whewehwheh, whahwahahwa, whupwhupwhup, - 'What is it?' He shrugs, and then it stopped. And all was silent. 'Go and look,' Ant tells me, 'Come with me.' I counter offer, he refuses with the same terrified head shake as before. 'Follow me down to the bottom and watch me as I go into the Kitchen, then.' - He shook his head side to side, I don't know if I growled or what but he then agreed to follow me, 'You first!' I descended the final stairs and looked directly into the kitchen, pitch black and beckoned him down to where I was standing, he reached the bottom step and stayed there, I was stood at the spot he'd heard the banging, I was confident now, and stealthily got down the 3 steps before the bathroom and kitchen, I looked down the exit stairs, blank, around the wall, I hugged it until the light switch, slammed the bathroom light, jumped to the left wall and in front, slammed the kitchen light while looking into the empty bathroom, jumped back to the bathroom lightswitch, and watched that flicker the kitchen light would do, beh-beh-beh-beh-bing, I jumped back to the kitchen light - half expecting a house intruder, and what I saw blew me away. There were sheets of paper everywhere, and I remembered that evening I'd seen mom's stack of work papers and commented about it being some homework, it was a foot high stack of papers on top of folders. If I was older I would have read through a bit of them. But there they were, scattered like cards all over the floor, counters, cooker, washing machine, chairs, - everywhere in the room was covered in sheets of paper and the stack had reduced to the size of a folder, the window was closed and the cat was nowhere, It took more convincing to get Anthony to stand in the kitchen, we both stood in awe at the mess we had literally just heard being made, and nothing came out of the kitchen. If anything, we would firmly believe something was just in there looking at us. 20:15:00 - In January 05 I got the room to myself, and within 5 days something creepy happened. I had a single bed at this point, and it was in the corner, under the alcove, this night I was lying in bed, drifting, meditatively falling asleep, not quite asleep, but falling, drifting, sleeping; I suddenly hear running footsteps from near the door right the way next to my head at the side of the bed. In the short second I'd heard the noise, I knew I had to get up and face it, I shot up, and stared into the illuminated room fully believing there was something right in my face, I stared back - even if it had moved, it didn't matter, we were in a staring contest, I sat and stared for 10-30 minutes, in which time I'd convinced myself I was more asleep than I realised and I must have dreamed the sound of the running footsteps, probably because Lisa, Anthony and Me had all heard footsteps in there, and maybe it's some kind of fear of having me own room appearing in my early dream, to keep me from sleeping. But it's just me, I'm spooked over nothing. Go back to sleep. The next day I woke for school, maybe my first day of school back, and just before I headed downstairs I wrote on my calendar 'I got spooked.' 24 hours later, I'd be there writing on the 6th 'I got spooked, Badly!'/ - It was a deja vu - I was sleeping with the light on, not full sleeping, just resting, falling asleep, drifting off, and off, and falling, not asleep, nearly asleep, and then again, thud-thud thud-thud thud-thud thud-thud ; and stopped right by my head, my eyes opened slowly, and knowingly of what I just heard, and I sat up realising the night before wasn't dream induced sound, but something I heard clearly with my ears, and now there really was something in front of me and I knew it. I stared. It's all I knew to do. And then I heard, my name softly whispered from above my head, 'Maaaaaattheeeeew..' - I look up at the alcove, see nothing, get up, walk out the door, go downstairs, into the living room and watch Dog Soldiers. Night 3 in the Trilogy was a piss take though, I'm on the other end of the bed facing the wall this time, I'm falling asleep, not quite asleep, but sleepy about to sleep. and I hear, thud-thud thud-thud thud-thud thud-thud BANG! - My eyes opened as I heard that BANG! and I was pretty startled, but so blatant I had to turn around, It was horrendous what I saw, the inflated lilo in the middle of the room had been launched to the end wall, and from the centre of the long side it was pressed right the way through to the other side, making a giant Bubble-V, I believe the radiator pipes went along there but I can't remember, it was stuck into something and facing upwards, It was honestly the most powerful thing to look at, to have witnessed and experienced, in all my ghost riddled life, it's the kind of thing that makes me think there's no contest, like a railgun or something. After I got a good look at it, I just swung my head back around on the pillow and fell quickly to sleep. In the morning I looked to the lilo straight away and it was deflated on the floor. It would often take me days or weeks to tell people the stories, but I suppose that's like a lot of things in life. Of course I kept this stuff in the family. I don't know why. Nobody else did. It's amazing when you realise it's more common than you thought, like a lot of things in life, in fact from 14 onwards I was fully suspecting technology, but then more recently as an adult, I started to take fascination with ghost stories from old days, I haven't looked much, but just stuff like A Christmas Carol, 1830's having a talk about ghosts, and then the religious people who have names for them, or the lyric from It's The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year; - 'There'll be parties for hosting Marshmallows for toasting And caroling out in the snow There'll be scary ghost stories And tales of the glories Of Christmases long, long ago' Or even just the other day, I was reading A Gypsy in Auschwitz and Otto said he was scared imagining ghosts, - while in some creepy German's house before the big kick off imagine that. This stuff makes me feel less insane, or rather, being in less of an insane world. Cause for people to be behind my hauntings is really annoying, if it was the odd thing fine a pranks a prank but to get the piss taken out of me like that growing up is annoying as hell. But for me to realise, ghosts live in the world, like other forms of life, birds, plants, fish, mammals, insects, ghosts... I find that a lot easier to live with, and understand, because what technology could do this stuff is mind blowing and then there's all these people throughout history all over the world who are just like, 'Yeah there's ghosts.' - It wouldn't matter who read this, where they live, even if it's me from some place else, your never far from ghost stories, one in every town. Get on this; th-cam.com/video/TJOAOKJV6-Y/w-d-xo.html 🎶🎶Otto Rosenberg - Autumn Leaves🎶🎶 =============================================================================================
Absolutely love this video. You never fail in bringing us some amazing stories. Hope you will be posting some more episodes of Haunted Inspectors. Episode 1 was brilliant!!
Jesus said, "If mankind fails to praise God even the rocks will cry out". That verse has always fascinated me. What are the rocks recording? We are electrical energy. I agree, somehow, someway if we die tragically our energy imprints itself on the nearby rocks and stones. The airplane companies had to STOP cannablizing parts from downed planes; because, the images of the crew are imprinted upon them.
Thank you Richard for all you're content, love your videos , would love to meet you one day, maybe a look /tour around derby jail. The bridge Inn Port Sunlight is meant to be haunted
Richard is there any stories of ghosts of William Wallace or his battles . would love to hear them if there is any . allways great stories thanks Fr Canada 🇨🇦
Ahhh no way mate' I'm a big gan of you in all the different programs you do and I would love to meet you and you made this documentary round the corner from me in fazakerly!! Ah gutted but hey boss this one going to show all my family this mate..cheers Ga...
I used to live in woolton, our house was built on part of the coach road that was recorded in the Domesday book, we regularly saw a Royalist soldier from the civil war between our kitchen and living room , we named him Charlie after his loyalty to Charles I, we got used to him and were never scared .
I live on mackets lane , where was the old coach road situated?
I believe in years to come, a certain trench coat will be spotted flittering up and down ancient courtyards and inns throughout England 😂
I will after to be a ghost one date.
Richard.
A Driza-bone … mine is 30 years old and still going strong 👍
I must say, I love that you kept in the whole thing about your car being stuck in the mud and needing a tractor to get you out. I love that you're able to laugh at the situation in the midst of your story-telling!
I lived in Bidston and experienced a terrifying encounter with a spirit who attacked my friends younger sister.
When I read the story of the judge it seemed to tick all the boxes. Not a nice experience
Hi Richard it was the Lytham and Southport lifeboats that where lost ,the Blackpool lifeboat was put out to rescue the crews sadly all but two lifeboatmen were lost…The crew of the Mexico I’m not sure how many survived,,,remember all the lifeboats then were horse drawn to the sea and all lifeboats were Rowed with oars……the Blackpool Coxswain got a medal, and was the Bickerstaff family and Parr family ,Stanhope family and Cornall family etc
I used to work on pleasure boats with Grandad parr who was only young then on the lifeboat and he was a very old man when I knew him in the 1970s 80s…and his son Harry was the lifeboat engineer in the 70s
You will if I remember right see the Mexicos ships bell ….in the church in Bispham Blackpool,,,,,,,??? I’m pretty sure that’s were it is……and the wreck ended up on the beach at Cleveleys Blackpool and until a big storm of Blackpool the ribs of the ship are near the 5 bar gate on Cleveleys beach outside of Blackpool …
I was on the lifeboat at Blackpool for 8 yrs and did 196 call outs I’m now fully disabilied and live in Pembrokeshire wales…….great show Richard and when I could walk I seen you in Tenby doing your one man talk in the pub…about 2006😊
Excellent- my hometown
I love your videos! Thank you. Also, an added bonus is seeing England the way it was not so long ago.
These episodes fly by so quicky they're so good. Thanks Richard for covering Merseyside!
More to come.
Richard.
Im from the Wirral and i really miss walks along West Kirby.
Beautiful memories of my time there.
Richard i was a bus driver in liverpool for 20 yrs in the early 90s i got to a terminus i look in the periscope and i seen an old guy with a Trilby on sitting at the front i ran up the stairs to tell him it was the last stop and he was gone ....... i drove back the garage with all 53:21 the lights on lol
Wow.
Thanks for that .
Richard.
My hometown! Thanks Richard! 👍🙏
Many thanks for the video 😃 liked & shared as always 👻 have a great weekend
It was truly enjoyable video, my friend.
A big hello from a small town Thurles in Ireland 🇮🇪
Lived in a haunted house in Huyton and saw a very large black dog in a doorway up some steps when i was going to work in Liverpool one morning. Plus was allocated Arthur Askeys desk and definitely got the feeling someone was sat with me. Also worked in the Magistrates Court and Crown Court, St George's Hall. Lots of unexplained happenings. Xxx
Did anyone die after you saw the dog?
Richard.
@@RichardFelixChannel Not that I can recall. It still puzzles me. I plan to try and work out where I saw it. At the time it looked at me and was as though it was smiling. Big, big head, body and paws, even from ten feet distance and I crossed the road to avoid it because it didn't seem like a normal dog. The door was old, shaped curved, wooden single door with studs and a large door handle to the left and three stone steps, worn down. It jutted out across the pavement and the door and dog faced me as i walked towards it. Its a mystery I would love to solve. I mentally said to it, please leave me alone, please don't hurt me. As i crossed from left to right, i looked back and it had gone. Very weird xxx
Just to add i have had weird experiences in Liverpool, Manchester and Wiltshire all my life but the one that really puzzled me the most was the dog xxx
@@RichardFelixChannelI had an encounter of a Black Dog in a quarry in Whittle-Le-Woods, near Chorley in Lancashire. There are two millstone quarries, separated by a lane and the old southern section and tunnel of the Lancaster Canal. The southern quarry is older than the northern quarry, both abandoned and in recent times the northern quarry is sloped in preparation for housing. It was July of 2010, In summer I would often have a ramble from my parent’s house close by, go through the quarry and back. There was a shallow but wide lake in the northern quarry as well as high soil mounds at the time. One day I was wandering through the quarry when I spotted on the opposite side of the lake, walking the same direction as me, a large black dog. I can tell it’s big, about hip height. Didn’t see a collar on it, no sign of it’s owner, but I can slightly make out the red in its eyes. Knowing what it is, I kept my guard up. I went behind the soil mounds, but making up the hill I would be able to see all the quarry and the dog. I didn’t see the dog again, nor did I mention this to my parents for a year and a day in case something bad happens to me or a member of my family, thanks to a documentary on Old Shuck in Sussex I had not long watched. Lone and behold, a year and a day later, I learned from my mum that a teenager called Dylan Ramsay died in the old southern quarry when he and his friends had a swim. He had Hyperfeurmia and was taken to hospital where he died. That teenager’s dead led me to tell my parents of what I saw a year and a day ago. I was wanting to tell you this story, I think by email only you replied back. Dylan Ramsay’s parents led to a country-wide campaign called “Doing It For Dylan”. It’s to warn anyone of the dangers of swimming in canals and quarries, because although there maybe a scorching summer that you’d be tempting to cool off, the water is as cold as the depths of winter. Either that dog was observing me that led to me not going back, or I did the right thing by not telling my parents, you can certainly all Whittle Quarry onto that list of black dog sightings.
My hometown! Thanks Richard ! I'm a massive fan of yours, keep up the great videos :)
I will.
Thanks,
Richard.
That first bloke who tried to pull out out of the sand was a total knob. Slow & steady is the way.
Thanks as ever for these wonderful uploads, Richard. You capture an atmosphere so perfectly.
Fantastic episode! Thank you so much, Richard!
Just started watching….I work across the 3 major general hospitals in Liverpool. I work in a very old part of the building, we have all seen several ghosts.
All hospitals have ghosts, not patients but dedicated staff that haven't moved on.
Richard
Fantastic ghost stories richard my goodness l was so pleased you did get your car out of the sand 👻🙂
Love you’re videos Richard please keep up the great work an make more!!😊
Loved this Richard. Presented so well and very interesting stories.
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Absolutely love all your videos! You're a gem! I wonder if you'll ever visit Norwich ? 😊
I'm from Liverpool and grew up being haunted, and I went to Derbyshire just once and saw a ghost! It's kind of sad I could have sent an email as an 11 year old when this came out, which is about the time I went to Derbyshire, but I recently typed up my ghost stories last month, I could post them for a laugh..
1st of February; the first month has been ok, considering I've had no money since November, I'm coping well enough. I've got out enough, Runcorn, Frodsham, Warrington, Wirral, Northwich, Middlewich. I've had a few drinks with good company, watched some sports, played darts and pool a few times, saw a bit of family, played plenty of chess, smoked a tiny bit of pollen, got myself up to 3 miles running, got some new clothes, still haven't had a shave, yeah it's been pretty good overall, until the snow started, went down hill from there but I suppose given the weather is crap I've actually had a good time.
I saw Duke again yesterday, he's a Malamute, normally very playfully aggressive but not anymore, he's upset his older husky companion Mika has died. It's sad when you see the sadness in an animal like that. He was so protective over her, and now she's gone he's different, placid and upset, I think he understands, she was howling a lot before she was put down. It's strange to be able to stroke him and comfort him so easily, It's always felt a courageous deed to pet him and now, his natural aggressive spirit has gone, but you can see the sadness in his eyes. It's as though he has become as tame as Mika was. 'Death barks at us all Duke, all a dog can do is bark back.'
I've been thinking lately, that I really want to right out my ghost stories growing up. I was haunted a great deal, and I forget how traumatic it all was, there are moments when I remember this stuff and I get goosebumps, one incident alone I would merely think of and my hairs would stand up and my eyes would water, It went on for 10 years until my friend told me 'You're traumatised'. I said how calm and warm I felt in the moment and he just said, 'That's trauma'. After that, I stopped getting watery eyes, but I still get a chill all over. Just like so many things I remember, it's so easy for me to make my hairs stand up. It's absolutely ridiculous, and in all my life I've only ever confided in 1 friend; I've told a few people since that I grew up in a haunted house, several really, but I've only ever once told my stories, and after an hour or more of sharing them, just as we'd finished the talk, something went flying off the wall.
He was like, 'Wow, that's mad that lad, isn't it proper fkd up.' I was like, 'Yeah.. it's crazy' ... and then BANG!
He jumped out of his bed, 'What the fk was that!? Did you hear that?' - I said, 'It sounded like someone threw a stone at the window'.
'No it wasn't the window,' He paced up and down the dark room, scratching his head, 'It was like a proper BANG!'
I go, 'Yeah it sounded like a pebble hitting the window'
He opens the window, it's 2am and silent outside. He shuts it, 'Na lad, it was in here... Did you hear that as well!?'
'Yeah it was like .. BANG!'
He started talking and then stopped himself.. as he caught onto what it was. 'Ang' on a minute. No.. It was this.'
He picked up this rectangular bit of paint that clung to the top of the wall, most was down to the plaster, but the top foot of the wall was still painted, and this little rectangle bit stood by itself and slightly curved outwards away from the wall. Everybody noticed it. He told me that when I first went to his after I pointed it out. Over the year or two being in that room I saw many people point it out. It was there for 10 years. And the moment I told him my ghost stories, BANG! It flew faster than either of us could see and hit his monitor 5 feet away. He held it up and raised it to it's old location, 'No fkin way.'
As if it wasn't enough that he believed me already.. bang.
Which, thinking about now. Makes me feel like I'm never free of them. I mean I was 20 at that time and hadn't experienced anything for years since my old address. I tell someone and that happens. Sometimes, even the other night, I'm going to sleep and I remember and it creeps me out, like I only need to think of them and then they're right next to me, ready to pounce with their creepy ghost stuff. I get a little spooked but only for a moment. I shudder. Basically. Nobody from school would've ever believed it. I could never tell anyone. No point really. But my siblings told their friends and girlfriends and boyfriends, and the whole family would join in with the stories. I figured most believed. And I suppose some would soon witness too.
It wasn't the last thing to happen, or the most dramatic, but I figure it's a good place to start. My first ever ghost experience I didn't even believe. It was in my Dads house. I'd not long been told about Santa being baloney, I was about 4, maybe 5. My siblings were on the 2 & 3 seater couch with my Aunty Nikky, and I was sat on the floor in front of the television eating cereal. Then everybody started shouting, 'Woah - WTF - OMG - Did that just fly from behind there? - It did I saw it! - I turned around and saw a pink cardigan just behind me, they were saying it flew from behind the back couch, I thought it was a prank, they were all animated and I accused them of pranking me, and Nikky, sat on the side couch said, 'No I just saw it go over the top' - They actually weren't interested in me and were making such a fuss, all talking about how they witnessed it. I was convinced one of my siblings on the 3 seater had threw it. Thinking back, I didn't know what a ghost was, even in theory. That was when I learned about them. I felt very weird, but 28 years later, nobody would ever confess to a prank. And why would they. This was tame compared to so much of what we would later experience in life.
Weeks later, me and my brothers were on our 2 bunk beds, awake in the night, when the most loudest running footsteps, angry sounding, rapid running steps came thumping up the stairs, my sister was screaming in the next room and the look of fear, shock and panic was in all of our faces. There was nobody downstairs, I'm not even sure there was an adult in the house. I didn't leave the room. But everyone was terrified and talking about it the next day. I thought it was one of my neighbours black dogs or something. If a grown man slammed his feet as hard as possible but could run as fast as a dog...
My family all seemed to have had experiences and stories - I was so young I didn't know what was going on. It took a long time before I really grasped it. My brother Andrew would have a few episodes jumping out of bed in his sleep screaming and running out of the room. One I recall he was barking about 'The Dogs' and another 'The Aliens' - Like a proper fit, fast asleep and then up out of bed shouting in terror. Obviously, we were all suffering trauma for many reasons. We took the mick out of him for that but looking back, it makes sense he'd have terrible nightmares.
The next thing I remember happening was when I was about 6, we heard our kids snooker table balls being whacked about downstairs when we where in our mums house. No one was down there. And word was in the morning, that the balls had all been potted. I sort of believed it, but struggle to trust I'm not being tricked. Until shortly after this incident, I was in my room talking to Andrew, who was stood by the window.. The boiler cupboard door was wide open against the wall, he was standing in front and to the side of it. It was behind him and I was looking right at him. The door slammed violently as can be. He jumped and turned around, 'DID THAT DOOR JUST SLAM? DID THAT DOOR JUST FKIN SLAM SHUT!?' - I told him I saw it. He ran out of the room screaming and told my mother. I stayed sat on my bed in a state of bewilderment. I knew nothing could have moved it like that. And saw it with my own two eyes. I was scared but also somewhat relieved that I now needn't doubt that these goings on were really happening.
Many things went on, and my relatives had stories of their own. The things they'd say would scare me of the possibilities - but really, it only became beyond the joke when I moved to 'The Haunted House'.
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Moving in was like Saturnz Bars. It seemed cool to be in a big space, 4 of us couldn't share a room for ever, or use a living room as a bedroom, so we came to our next haunted house with a sense of freedom, another step away from home but it was less trouble, 3 large bedrooms, a box room, and a large living room, size wise it was perfect for our family, and quite a stellar design really, only problem is the place was haunted, I only really started to feel at home after 8 years when my siblings left, and the memories built up and familiarity was a pleasant feeling, even having some kind of peace with the ghosts, they're like a sibling a 100 years older than you, that don't really want to know eachother, but are stuck in the same place, , 'please, please, please stay away from me I don't care if it's your 100th birthday, just leave me a lone please.'
I lived there for a month before my family started to talk about the house being haunted. Now there's a shock and a horror. Oh no, another address, what's that? All of them? Then something happened I'm unsure about to this day, I was sleeping in what was later to be remembered as the worst room, and I felt as though my blanket kind of flopped over, I woke slow with a sense of it and thought I was getting scared of some stories that they were talking about, I must've moved it, and then I felt as though the blanked pulled away from me, but I was some how uncertain . And I still am, I certainly got frightened over the blanket rolling a little on it's own, as if leveraged off the bed, which I jumped out of and went and sat with people. When another story came forward I decided to say what I thought happened, I think that's how it sort of goes, a big family of 7 in the house, one by one, we move around like the Gorillaz and strange things are happening, eventually, there's tons of stories, and you only hold out for the good ones, the rest is forgotten about,
can I remember the stories, Whispering, I think all but me and Ant heard that early on, in my last 2 years I heard it a lot, it was just like The Others from Lost, a sort of welsh mutterings, the first time I heard it I was watching a movie with the tv volume on 1, I turned it down to 0 so I could listen to a raspy noise from beyond the door, is someone awake whispering outside? Eventually I confirmed I could hear some sort of whisper, so I got up and sneaked toward to the door, I listened close but couldn't make a word of it, I opened the door half expecting not to see anyone, which I didn't, then the noise of mum snoring distracted me and I thought it was whispering, I snuck in between her room and the box room and I could hear snoring from both. I figured I'd just heard the whispering after 6 years, sat back in the living room and carried on listening to the tele at 0 volume, it wasn't long before I heard it again, I creeped toward the door, listened closely, 'Adar o’r un lliw ehedant i’r un lle'- I opened the door quickly, nothing there and no whispering, closed the door, there it goes again, '*"Bûm gall unwaith - hynny oedd, llefain pan ym ganed"*, I opened the door again, there was just darkness in the landing, and silence, I stepped out and checked over the banister through to the kitchen, nothing, I went back to the living room, closed the door, "Cartref yw cartref, er tloted y bo" - Straight away I had heard and opened the door, and it stopped. I shut the door, "*"A fo ben, bid bont - Hen Wlad fy Nhadau - Cymru am byth"*"
Then I just went back to my movie. I think it was on sky movies and we didn't have rewind on tv, so I wasn't having it. I would hear it numerous times from the living room at night and sometimes in the box room when I was on Anthony's computer playing CS:S or something, I never once felt particularly afraid of those whispers, it was actually one of the least spookiest things, I wish I knew what they were saying, it sounded prayerful, sometimes you could make out the definition of words you don't recognise, I would never have imagined it was welsh at the time, but I think Lisa may have mentioned it sounding welsh the whole time, which it did. She partly grew up in Wales so she should know, I believe it was Welsh, either Welsh or Mumbo Jumbo. Everyone heard the whispering.
Mum and Andrew claimed to have a seen a girl, mum said she was shouting at Anthony for walking into the bathroom near lunchtime when he was in school, and she obviously discovered the bathroom empty, Andrew shared a room with a divide with Helen, he saw Helen walk in to the room and go into her side, then a moment later, he did see Helen come bouncing into the room wearing different clothes, My mum woke up and saw a girl standing around in the same room, they both describe the appearance the same, a young teenager, or preteen girl, black hair and I forget the clobber, I heard a girl cry behind me in the bathroom when I was having a piss, a kind of high pitched -hew-hoo. I finished pissing and checked the boiler, nothing there. Went back on Driver 2.
When ever we talked about how we'd feel about seeing a ghost in different scenario's, I could always imagine it be a teenage girl easily even when I was younger, maybe that's the least scary thing I could imagine, or maybe it was the stories, people seemed convinced the house was haunted by a girl and others, but I never did see anything in that house. The strangest thing I did see was a meteor shower, I got Ant's attention to it and we sat in wonder why all the stars were moving over head. It was amazing. But I didn't see anything at all ghost wise there. Peter said when he had the downstairs flat he turned and saw a human shadow peering through the glass window above his bedroom door, a big bulky dark shadow. I don't like the sound of that.
I remember Oscar on very rare occasions would start hissing at something in the room, one time it was really spooky, he was curled up asleep and his ear picked up like radar, his head turned, he jumped up, with his back arched, he hissed away and growled with a mean stare, I couldn't explain how obvious it was in these moments he was aware of a presence. And he liked it as little as the rest of us.
There was a time Me and Ant sat there playing our Gameboys linked up on Advance Wars, I was beating him, and getting ready to beat him again, when he stopped and looked over toward the window. He hushes my talking, and gazes out to the room, ''I can hear footsteps.'' "I can't" - He seemed baffled I couldn't hear them, and said they were outside the window, "That ledge you wouldn't be able to walk on like that, no that's just the heavy rain making a thud," - "It's not the rain! How can't you hear it?" - "Let's just play, it's your go! I can't hear anything, it'll just be the rain"
It was lashing it down proper heavy, he's taking his turn, back to an engrossed state, his face turns and his voice trembles with fear, 'It's inside the room! ' - I went to tell him to shut up and then I heard the thuds over creaking floorboards slowly traipse across the room. Thud-Thud-Thud-Eurr-Thud-Erhhh-Thud-Thud-Thud-Thud - just like human footsteps. "Please tell me you heard that!" Ant panicked, 'I heard it!' I said instantly widening my eyes up. What do we do, Ant badly wanted out of the room, I didn't, We agreed to stupidly go and stand by the door where the footsteps stopped and that if anything happens, we would escape easy. 'OK' we'd agreed. We got out of the bed and stood with our backs to the wall with the door wide open. Startled and intensely staring into our room waiting for something to happen. And then in an instant, the loudest scratch sound like a 2 pence piece being scraped across the door in front of us WHAAA'AHH! - We bailed out of there and down the stairs together in a jiffy. We told Helen and Chris what happened, they had no choice but to believe us, the level of animosity from the pair of us could never be faked. It was funny their all the same age so I was fed up after 2 hours of being in the room with them, and they wanted to watch something of their age group and it didn't interest me, when they poured into the living room, I found myself standing on the first stair looking up, Ant saw me and asked me where I was going, 'You're not going back up there are you?' - "Yeah, I'm going to bed" - "Are you serious? What about the ghost?" - "It's been hours it'll be alright" - He didn't seem envious of my courage and I couldn't blame him, I felt royally shit scared going back up there on my own, and sitting there for half an hour alone on the top bunk. Staring at nothing, expecting something to happen was so creepy. It was like last summer when I locked myself in with the wasps nest. Only this was sort of in my mind, because nothing happened and I went to sleep.
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I did see some stuff, the first thing was when I was about 11, I was in an Aunts house in Derbyshire, on the way there all of the lights went out on a motorway, and our radio started going screwy, it ended up on a signal of .666 - (although someone on UKCS told me it's normal for it to default on .666 or .444) - But this happened. When we were nearly there, it was pitch black apart from the 'cat eyes' on the road and everyone had their fog lights on. We made fun of it, Twilight Zone theme noises, and when we arrived I wasn't up long before making my way to bed on the top floor, had to be 3 stories, the landing was sort of along the sides on each floor, like a big square in the middle you could look down, or kill yourself from, ..
erm, I was right at the top and was drawing some stickmen battles on some Harry Potter scrap paper I'd gotten for Christmas, I looked to me left, there was a metal pole sticking out of the ground, a hand rail, which I thought was odd because why would someone who needs a hand rail be up this many stairs, but it was there, like a thing you'd chain your bike up to, and I saw a dead drowned face, zombified, at first I thought, 'what's that?', I sort of noticed it looks like a face. And then began ticking off a checklist, Dark flat soaking wet short ginger hair, a forehead, ears, closed eyes, nose, open mouth, tongue, chin, a face white as rubber, veiny and vacant of life,
- I couldn't believe it, the reflection was small but right next to me, the bar came up to the bed, I pressed my face right up to study it,
- I thought maybe the stacks of boxes and papers behind me had somehow cast this drowned face reflection, so I leaned back without moving my gaze, and started rummaging around with the papers and boxes, then I noticed not only that nothing had changed in the face, but that it was also in front of my arm and I couldn't see my own limb from behind it, that's when I just admitted to myself that I am actually looking at a drowned face, I felt a sudden overwhelming feeling of warmth and calmness, I sat back, and made a rational decision, I can't sleep here. Mom and Lisa are on the bottom floor, I'll stay in with them, I walked out, walked back in and grabbed my inhailer without looking at the face, and went back out again, everything was dark, pitch black, it took me so long to climb down all those stairs and the lights wouldn't work, I even found an unplugged lamp which I plugged into a socket and realised there was no bulb in it. One flight of stairs after another, and then march around the landing, with corridors extending out into various rooms, it was like a hotel. But I made it to the bottom eventually and made up some various excuse to sleep down there, which luckily for me there was a couch,
The next day, we were going to some arcades and I asked if the house was new, Lisa was like, 'Gosh no! They could be around 100 years old.' Later that day I discovered the garden was connected to a river which went straight to a lake. I only ever really told my siblings about that. Speaking of which...
Another time I saw something was at Peter's flat when I was 12, he had one above my nans, buildings that have been bulldozed now, we'd spent countless time in that building, down the cellar which me Grandad owned even though nobody did. After he died we used to play Warhammer down there. I remember Peter using the blow torch to light up a nail and then use it to put bullet holes and scratch marks in the APC, it looked class. Liam used to collect Tyrranids, Peter had Space Marines and I had Chaos, my Grandad was making cousin Chris a castle when he died, it was going to be like the one he made for Anthony, only with walls and towers, as well as the keep. We used the finished wall and tower as terrain and Peter made his own stuff. The cellar was cool. We always left one entire room abandoned because it was creepy and a tip, it's hard to believe how many years ago that all was, about 25+, quarter of a century ago,
Anyway! He had this flat upstairs with Liz, and Me and Ant were round to visit on the Easter holiday, Peter had stayed up till early hours with us and then went to bed, Ant got onto the computer and I had to sort of.. stand and watch.. like the youngest sibling does, He was playing theme hospital and I found it quite enjoyable just watching, I was talking to him, quite engaged from the side-lines, when I noticed a black shadowy movement in the corner of my eye. I instinctively turned my head and thought, 'what was that?' - I stared for a moment and wondered if it could be ghosts, but it's probably just because it's 2am, I'm getting tired and I'm seeing dark movement in the corners of my eyes, I went back to focusing on the game, more conscious of the time that anything, I didn't feel tired, but believed I must be. Then I saw it again. It was a sudden movement and I knew it wasn't tiredness, but what was it? - Time went by, I kept my mouth shut and just scanned the room all round behind me, It was a big living room, but there was nothing to see. Again I went back to watching Ant's game of Theme Hospital but this time my mood was changing, I was expecting ghost stuff to happen, and then I noticed the appearance of a head and shoulders popping into the corner of my eye and vanishing back, I flung round quickly but there was nothing there, I wasn't certain but I knew what I saw, and then the next time it was to the left of me, much closer as I was only 2 feet away from that wall, I had to look and turn around, each time, there was nothing there, it happened again and again and again and again, and I knew I could see a shimmy of a torso and head - poking into my line of sight looking at me, and when I turn to face it It's Gone!
Ant noticed me moving around every 10 seconds, and asked what I was doing, I told him what was happening, a shadow of an upper body was leaning into the corner of my eye and disappearing as I turn, He said I was tired and darkness moving is a sign of it. I explained it wasn't that, and insisted to him that I'm really seeing this, and it's going left and right of me, He swivelled the chair around a bit, looked around the room, he looked frightened, then he looked back at me with a scared look, shrugged his shoulders for 2 seconds and went back to his game.
I was glad he wasn't going to argue with me but I was somehow annoyed and completely uninterested in his game now. Then the shadow poked into my eye sight and darted again, and my reaction was more hesitant, I turned slowly, looked back at the game and thought, 'That's it, I'm not going to react and see what happens,' - So it did it again, and I didn't move, if anything I really got to witness it like this because I was so fixated on the corner of my eyes, I could see it clearly, popping in and out, 4 out of five times to the right of me, and to the left it was so close, as I stood there ignoring it, I felt the time before the next appearance was shorter, and I felt the timing, spun randomly on the spot and saw nothing. 'Well there goes my shot' - It bobbed in and out again, I gave it 4 seconds and spun again, and I saw a tall slim shadow against the far wall, about 7+ foot tall, and it instantly ducked to its right and then darted off up to the left and gone.
''Anthony! I just saw it! I saw it!" - He wasn't interested - "Ant! Ant!" - I pattered his shoulder and made him interested - "I just saw it! I spun round and saw a massive shadow stood there like this and then it did that and then flew off that way!" - I can't even remember his reaction I just told him everything over again and I figured he believed me.
The next day was our last day, me and Ant woke up at the same time and he didn't tell Peter about it. Neither did I. But the next weekend, the last of the Easter Holiday, Peter was round ours and we were up until early hours of the morning talking, Ant had fallen asleep and I decided to tell Peter about what I saw in his flat, It's hard to you know, talk about the things you witness by yourself, even to your relatives who witness these things too. But enough time passed and I went for it. I didn't get interrupted once telling the story and after I finished and had told him I'd seen the thing dead on. He just speaks slowly and goes, 'Do you want to know something, something proper mad about what you've just told me?' - I was like 'What?' - hoping he believed me.
He goes, 'You know Liz, she said to me a couple of nights ago that she turned in her sleep and woke up and saw a shadow of a person stood by the bed towering over me while I slept,' - 'Really?'
- he said, 'She was terrified and turned slowly back to her side and lay there for half an hour scared to move, and when she looked back it was still there looking down at me, she turned back to her side and lay there awake and scared to death until I got up in the morning.'
Well, I was glad I spoke.
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Another time Me and Ant witnessed something together was when he woke me up whispering in the middle of the night, 'Matty! Matty, wake up!' - 'What?' - 'Matty can I get on your bed I can hear someone downstairs? - 'WHAT!? - NO!' - 'I'm not messing Matt, I heard someone down stairs - it sounded like they knocking the banister with a cane or walking stick' -
I couldn't fathom what he was going on about. He made the sounds to me of what had just woken him up, about 3 or times up and down the corridor downstairs a 'BangBangBangBangBangBangBangBangBang' sound back and forth. I said it was probably just the cat at first, He was certain it wasn't the cat, and after I thought about what he was saying I figured it might be something. He asked to stay in my bed and I said No, 'Well, I'm not getting to sleep after hearing that, it was so loud, everyone's still in bed.'
- I don't know how he knew, probably because the sound I would hear years later, I have a faded memory of but it pretty fkd up thing to hear. Like someone pacing quickly up and down the hall with a cane whacking the banister poles, he says to me he won't let me sleep if I don't let him sleep on my bed. And said he would only sleep on his own if I got up and went down stairs and made sure nothing is down there.
I was starting to pick sleep out of my eyes, and got on with it. The sooner I go downstairs and check the place out, the sooner I can get back up and go to sleep. 'Fine', I hopped down the ladder, opened the door, and went into sneak mode, there was actually a sort of combination down the stairs to get down without making a racket, backleft, frontright, left, I'd push the banister with one hand press with wall with the other and drop a noisy step onto the front left of the next step - then a clean step, centre, - I was just finding my feet for the next step when I heard something, from the kitchen, I was only far enough down the stair to poke my head over the rail, but not far enough to see into the kitchen, I listened though, a sort of flapping noise, a rustling, an echo, whehwhehwhehwhehwheh, How odd, I looked up above me, and I could see Anthony had came to the bedroom door and watched me descend. I paced back up without a creak and said to him, 'I can hear something' - he was like, 'SEE! I told you someone is downstairs!' -- I go, 'You've got to come and listen to this' and I'll never forget his head shake, lips sown shut, eyes filled with terror, head moving left to right - They broke the mould when they made me didn't they. - I couldn't take no for an answer, he'd just woke me up and got me to investigate this shit, I hadn't heard what he had, 'get a grip and follow me down! You have to hear this!' - eventually he follows and without making noise, we get to the same spot on the stairs and listen, 'Can you hear that?' I whisper almost silently, He nods, - the noise was constant, whewehwheh, whahwahahwa, whupwhupwhup, - 'What is it?' He shrugs, and then it stopped. And all was silent. 'Go and look,' Ant tells me, 'Come with me.' I counter offer, he refuses with the same terrified head shake as before. 'Follow me down to the bottom and watch me as I go into the Kitchen, then.' - He shook his head side to side, I don't know if I growled or what but he then agreed to follow me, 'You first!'
I descended the final stairs and looked directly into the kitchen, pitch black and beckoned him down to where I was standing, he reached the bottom step and stayed there, I was stood at the spot he'd heard the banging, I was confident now, and stealthily got down the 3 steps before the bathroom and kitchen, I looked down the exit stairs, blank, around the wall, I hugged it until the light switch, slammed the bathroom light, jumped to the left wall and in front, slammed the kitchen light while looking into the empty bathroom, jumped back to the bathroom lightswitch, and watched that flicker the kitchen light would do, beh-beh-beh-beh-bing, I jumped back to the kitchen light - half expecting a house intruder, and what I saw blew me away. There were sheets of paper everywhere, and I remembered that evening I'd seen mom's stack of work papers and commented about it being some homework, it was a foot high stack of papers on top of folders. If I was older I would have read through a bit of them. But there they were, scattered like cards all over the floor, counters, cooker, washing machine, chairs, - everywhere in the room was covered in sheets of paper and the stack had reduced to the size of a folder, the window was closed and the cat was nowhere, It took more convincing to get Anthony to stand in the kitchen, we both stood in awe at the mess we had literally just heard being made, and nothing came out of the kitchen. If anything, we would firmly believe something was just in there looking at us.
20:15:00 - In January 05 I got the room to myself, and within 5 days something creepy happened. I had a single bed at this point, and it was in the corner, under the alcove, this night I was lying in bed, drifting, meditatively falling asleep, not quite asleep, but falling, drifting, sleeping; I suddenly hear running footsteps from near the door right the way next to my head at the side of the bed. In the short second I'd heard the noise, I knew I had to get up and face it, I shot up, and stared into the illuminated room fully believing there was something right in my face, I stared back - even if it had moved, it didn't matter, we were in a staring contest, I sat and stared for 10-30 minutes, in which time I'd convinced myself I was more asleep than I realised and I must have dreamed the sound of the running footsteps, probably because Lisa, Anthony and Me had all heard footsteps in there, and maybe it's some kind of fear of having me own room appearing in my early dream, to keep me from sleeping. But it's just me, I'm spooked over nothing. Go back to sleep.
The next day I woke for school, maybe my first day of school back, and just before I headed downstairs I wrote on my calendar 'I got spooked.' 24 hours later, I'd be there writing on the 6th 'I got spooked, Badly!'/ - It was a deja vu - I was sleeping with the light on, not full sleeping, just resting, falling asleep, drifting off, and off, and falling, not asleep, nearly asleep, and then again, thud-thud thud-thud thud-thud thud-thud ; and stopped right by my head, my eyes opened slowly, and knowingly of what I just heard, and I sat up realising the night before wasn't dream induced sound, but something I heard clearly with my ears, and now there really was something in front of me and I knew it. I stared. It's all I knew to do. And then I heard, my name softly whispered from above my head, 'Maaaaaattheeeeew..' - I look up at the alcove, see nothing, get up, walk out the door, go downstairs, into the living room and watch Dog Soldiers.
Night 3 in the Trilogy was a piss take though, I'm on the other end of the bed facing the wall this time, I'm falling asleep, not quite asleep, but sleepy about to sleep. and I hear, thud-thud thud-thud thud-thud thud-thud BANG! - My eyes opened as I heard that BANG! and I was pretty startled, but so blatant I had to turn around, It was horrendous what I saw, the inflated lilo in the middle of the room had been launched to the end wall, and from the centre of the long side it was pressed right the way through to the other side, making a giant Bubble-V, I believe the radiator pipes went along there but I can't remember, it was stuck into something and facing upwards, It was honestly the most powerful thing to look at, to have witnessed and experienced, in all my ghost riddled life, it's the kind of thing that makes me think there's no contest, like a railgun or something. After I got a good look at it, I just swung my head back around on the pillow and fell quickly to sleep.
In the morning I looked to the lilo straight away and it was deflated on the floor. It would often take me days or weeks to tell people the stories, but I suppose that's like a lot of things in life. Of course I kept this stuff in the family. I don't know why. Nobody else did. It's amazing when you realise it's more common than you thought, like a lot of things in life, in fact from 14 onwards I was fully suspecting technology, but then more recently as an adult, I started to take fascination with ghost stories from old days, I haven't looked much, but just stuff like A Christmas Carol, 1830's having a talk about ghosts, and then the religious people who have names for them, or the lyric from It's The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year;
- 'There'll be parties for hosting
Marshmallows for toasting
And caroling out in the snow
There'll be scary ghost stories
And tales of the glories
Of Christmases long, long ago'
Or even just the other day, I was reading A Gypsy in Auschwitz and Otto said he was scared imagining ghosts, - while in some creepy German's house before the big kick off imagine that.
This stuff makes me feel less insane, or rather, being in less of an insane world. Cause for people to be behind my hauntings is really annoying, if it was the odd thing fine a pranks a prank but to get the piss taken out of me like that growing up is annoying as hell. But for me to realise, ghosts live in the world, like other forms of life, birds, plants, fish, mammals, insects, ghosts... I find that a lot easier to live with, and understand, because what technology could do this stuff is mind blowing and then there's all these people throughout history all over the world who are just like, 'Yeah there's ghosts.' - It wouldn't matter who read this, where they live, even if it's me from some place else, your never far from ghost stories, one in every town.
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Shared for you Richard❤thank u
Absolutely love this video. You never fail in bringing us some amazing stories. Hope you will be posting some more episodes of Haunted Inspectors. Episode 1 was brilliant!!
That's the plan!
Richard.
Lovely.
Great video Richard! Always great to watch your videos. Hope you are doing great !
Thank you Richard for another video, keep them coming
My hometown, I still have this one on DVD, great episode!
So amazing you live so close to these places! Love from across the pond x
Thank you, x
Classic
Richard.
Been a fan awhile was glad to see this upload
It's a good one isn't it.
Richard.
Thanks Richard enjoyed it 👻
Thank you Richard I love your videos😊
I love Reading Tom's books
We've basically colonised North Wales. So many of us live there.
Was a bit stupid driving onto the sand ..
Very stupid.
But it looked good on camera.
Richard.
Brilliant stuff...!
Thankyou.
Richard.
Why didnt you park on the road in Hoylake or West Kirby ?
Jesus said, "If mankind fails to praise God even the rocks will cry out". That verse has always fascinated me. What are the rocks recording? We are electrical energy.
I agree, somehow, someway if we die tragically our energy imprints itself on the nearby rocks and stones.
The airplane companies had to STOP cannablizing parts from downed planes; because, the images of the crew are imprinted upon them.
Stone not only emits energy but stores energy.
Richard.
Thank you Richard for all you're content, love your videos , would love to meet you one day, maybe a look /tour around derby jail.
The bridge Inn Port Sunlight is meant to be haunted
Maybe one day!
Richard.
❤❤ hey Handsome Horror Hero x
Richard is there any stories of ghosts of William Wallace or his battles . would love to hear them if there is any . allways great stories thanks Fr Canada 🇨🇦
The only account of his Ghost is at Ardrossan Castle in Ayrshire.
Richard.
Ahhh no way mate' I'm a big gan of you in all the different programs you do and I would love to meet you and you made this documentary round the corner from me in fazakerly!! Ah gutted but hey boss this one going to show all my family this mate..cheers Ga...
Fan sorry not gan!! Haha
I was working in Bootle in the early 1990s, I imagine it was a Ghost who robbed my Van and stole my hub caps.
Bet it was.
Richard.
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richard how many episodes of the haunted hotel inspector did you do and are they available on youtube
He has them up on his channel here.
Fishermens Rest right near me does great food now
I must go back,
Richard.
Worked in fish . It’s so haunted .
What year was this fimed Richard
2002, I believe
Thank you
I think it weas 2002.
Richard.
Total rubbish. I enjoyed it😅
Most of these shots are way too dark to see anything. Pity, as i can watch theses stories all day.
Problem is they are 20 years old and made for different equipment.
Glad you like the stories.
Richard.
I think this bloke was a non believer on that fake show Most Haunted.
He wasn't a non believer!