A Spirited Tour of Scary Ol’ England

For thrills and chills this autumn, pack up your pumpkin and Ghostbusters’ proton pack and check out this spirited trio of historic escapes.

York has been dubbed "Europe's most haunted city."

York has been dubbed Europe’s most haunted city.

There is a death match brewing between the English cities of Chester, Durham and York, the likes of which the (nether)world has never seen before. While most places try to tempt tourists by touting themselves as “lively” destinations, these three cities take pride in vying for the title of the most (un)dead.

The Ghost Research Foundation International once named York “Europe’s most haunted city,” while others insist that Chester deserves the dubious honour, thanks to a series of turbulent and tragic events. While “Chester: Famine, plague, war—and more!” is hardly the sort of tagline you’ll find on promotional t-shirts and bumper stickers, the city does seem to serve as a veritable primordial soup for spooks.

But if you think Chester and York are swamped with specters, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet. According to ParanormalDatabase.com, Durham has been besieged by dozens of phantoms, including a panting Pekinese, flying pitchforks, an impregnating chair, and the, um, “limbless worm.” (Is there any other kind?)

Aside from being “limbless,” this critter is described as “a long, hostile worm which inhabited an oak wood, attacking man and beast,” rather like the killer rabbit from “Monty Python and the Holy Grail.”

I only hope that my tour of Chester, Durham and York will finally allow the whole matter to, er, rest in peace. Read on, and decide for yourself.

CHESTER

In Chester, which was founded 2,000 years ago by the Romans, poltergeists and ghouls are said to haunt everything from a chocolate shop to the Eastgate Clock.

Not surprisingly, however, most spectral activity centers around the pubs…perhaps because when you drink spirits, you’re more likely to see spirits, as well.

A view of Eastgate Street in Chester, England.

A view of Chester’s Eastgate Street.

So, in the interest of research, I spend my first afternoon swallowing my fear, along with several pints of Guinness, at a trio of haunted pubs along Lower Bridge Street. At the Falcon, the Bear and Billet, and Ye Olde Kings Head, glasses and bottles are said to fly off the shelves, as if tossed about by a butter-fingered bartender from the great beyond.

Ye Olde Kings Head Inn in Chester

Ye Olde Kings Head Inn in Chester

But despite these pubs’ admittedly spooky vibe, accentuated by ancient creaking timbers, the only phenomenon I notice is how quickly my glass seems to empty. However, I’m not dispirited (ahem), because tonight, Tom Jones of Chester Guided Tours is taking me on his ghost tour.

“I never try to persuade people that there are such things as ghosts,” says Tom Jones, who certainly looks the part of ghoulish guide, with his stark white hair, black undertaker’s suit and a handshake so cold I’m tempted to take his pulse.

“What I am going to do is take you to places where strange and inexplicable things are known to happen.”

One of the spookiest sites in Chester is the Church of St. John the Baptist, much of which lies in ruins.

In the dim glow of a streetlamp beside the church, Jones recounts an incident that occurred here one autumn evening in 1982.

“A man saw a black swirling mist which passed right through him,” Jones intones. “He felt two sensations. First, a cold deep inside his body. Second was a feeling of most unspeakable evil which touched his very soul.”

St John the Baptist ruins in Chester, England.

St John the Baptist ruins in Chester.

Fortunately these “smoke ghosts,” which Jones speculates may be “a concentration of centuries of misfortune, tragedies and evil,” are very rare.

Unfortunately, “for those who find themselves in an area where a smoke ghost appeared, there is a sort of latching effect, almost like an infection,” he warns us. “Days, weeks, years later, when you enter the safety of your own home, waiting for you in the shadows may be the smoke ghost. If that happens,” Jones pauses dramatically, “exorcism is the only answer.” At that exact moment, the electric street lamp is extinguished.

DURHAM

After this chill-inducing encounter, I decamp to Durham, which, in addition to the aforementioned worms and Pekinese, is apparently inhabited by several “Grey Ladies” (and I don’t mean the old dears down at the bingo hall).

Grey Lady number one haunts the imposing 11th century castle that looms over the city from its hilltop perch near the Cathedral. The former Bishop’s wife fell down an oak staircase here and now supposedly floats between floors. When I tour Durham Castle, a Harry Potter film location which today serves as the world’s most luxurious student dorm, the only spirit in evidence is a bottle of whisky swigged by undergrads “studying” in a hallway.

Durham Castle

Durham Castle

Undeterred, I head to Crook Hall, a surprisingly cozy stone manor haunted by Grey Lady number two. This spirit, also known as the White Lady (thanks perhaps to a dousing of Banshee Bleach), seems stuck on a supernatural treadmill, gliding down a staircase in the Jacobean drawing room.

At the foot of the steps, school children have left notes for the ghost. “Dear White Lady, Please don’t haunt me. I’m only 6,” pleads a girl named Jenny. Jade, on the other hand, seems destined to be a detective. “How did you die? Who killed you? What is your real name?” she demands.

The Lady’s current roommates are Maggie and Keith Bell, who have opened the home for public tours.

Maggie Bell of Crook Hall

Maggie Bell of Crook Hall

“I think when you die, you die,” says Maggie, who readily admits that she doesn’t believe in ghosts. “Although,” she adds cryptically, “we have had some strange experiences.”

Maggie once saw a psychic have a “physical reaction” in the 13th century Medieval Hall. The psychic then revealed that a soldier had been killed and bricked up in the corner. Later, as caterers were setting up for a wedding reception in hall, Maggie heard a blood-curdling scream. “One of the women said she had been leaning in the corner, and a man (presumably the soldier) put his icy cold hand on her back,” she recalls.

The Medieval Hall at Crook Hall

The Medieval Hall at Crook Hall

Her most hair-raising anecdote is about something her husband heard as they lay in bed one night. “I was asleep, and Keith became aware of a dragging sound in the Minstrel’s Gallery. At the door to the bedroom, the sound stopped. Then he heard footsteps going upstairs, where there are no stairs, and walking across the ceiling. There used to be a room there, but someone has blocked up the window and taken off the stairs.”

Looking at the sealed-off window from the garden below, I feel a chill and wonder who—or what—might have been bricked up in the attic.

These are the thoughts I take with me to Lumley Castle, a 600-year-old fortress complete with turrets, a trapdoor and an erstwhile dungeon.

Courtesy Lumley Castle

Courtesy Lumley Castle

The castle has been transformed into a tasseled and tufted hotel on the outskirts of Durham, but amid the swags of velvet and plump sofas lurks “Lily of Lumley.”

When Lily refused to convert to Catholicism in the 14th century, the lovely Lily was allegedly murdered by priests and thrown down a well, which is now enshrined under glass in the center of a hallway. Staff members have reported seeing flying lampshades, hearing the rustle of silk and taffeta on the stairs, and finding costumes flung about a locked dressing room.

YORK

Leaving Durham’s undead behind me, I head to York, where our Ghost Hunt of York guide, Andy Auster, serves up a rib-achingly hilarious introduction to this ancient Roman city’s afterlife.

“Some of you will scream, some of you will laugh, and YOU,” Auster points to a tall man at the back of the crowd, ”will wet yourself.”

Andy Auster of the Ghost Hunt of York

Andy Auster of the Ghost Hunt of York

As Auster leads us through the streets, he pauses before various landmarks to relate York’s most notorious ghost stories, including the legend of a Roman legion that emerged from a wall in the Treasurer’s House.

To demonstrate the horn blast that preceded the soldiers, Auster asks the tall man to blow upon a tiny trumpet. “Do you have any communicable diseases, sir?” Auster asks afterwards, examining the instrument with a look of distaste. “Well,” he adds in a tone that’s dry as a bone, “now you do.”

For a more serious investigation of York’s most famous ghost story—that of the Roman legion—I don a hard hat and follow a guide into the basement of the Treasurer’s House, now a museum. We descend a ramp that leads to a wooden platform erected atop the remains of an old Roman road. It was here, in 1953, that Harry Martindale, an 18-year-old apprentice heating engineer, encountered spectral troops emerging from a wall as he attempted to install a radiator.

Martindale, who went on to serve as a policeman for thirty years, often spoke about his spine-tingling experience before he himself passed on in 2014. “If anyone else had told me this story, I’d have said rubbish,” he once admitted. “But I tell everyone, I don’t care whether you believe me or not. It’s something you couldn’t make up.”

Personally, I’m reserving judgment on the otherworldly until the day I come home and find a smoke ghost waiting for me. Better that, anyway, than a limbless worm.

TOURISM INFO:

www.visitbritain.com, www.visitengland.com, www.visitchester.com, www.thisisdurham.com, www.visityork.orgwww.heritagecities.com

A cross in Durham silhouetted by the sunset.

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The ruins of St. Mary's Abbey in York are said to be haunted by the ghost of an abbott.

The ruins of St. Mary’s Abbey in York are said to be haunted by the ghost of an abbott.

2 Comments

  1. Rob Marks says:

    Visit us on the Ghost Walk of the Lanes in Brighton

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