5 Scariest UK Hauntings

Tower Of London Do you like ghost stories? Of course you do, everybody does. It's fun to be a little bit scared now and again, but all too often, the fear turns real. All too often that pleasant butterfly tingle transubstantiates itself into a deep sense of dread and foreboding in the pit of your stomach, as frost-fingered prickles eagerly pluck at the nape of your neck. You wrap your sheets tightly around you, but somehow your room is still icy cold. Familiar images, shadows and sights become contorted, somehow jagged and un-natural. You try to rationalize it to yourself, it€™s all in your head, you say. But deep down, in the lowest fathoms of your gut, you know that you aren€™t alone. Something darts into your field of vision, but it€™s gone before you can properly acknowledge its presence, it is as if it only existed for the briefest of brief seconds...And it is almost as if the thing€™s only purpose was to startle you and make you afraid, satisfying some dark, unfathomable sadism. You get up and hit the lights, heading down the stairs towards the bathroom. You tell yourself that you€™re not afraid, but you€™re lying and you know it. You feel as if someone is watching you, but you can€™t quite make out where they are. Your eye is drawn to the far corner of the bathroom mirror, there is definitely something there, a presence of some sort, but it definitely isn€™t Human. Hurriedly, you dash back up the stairs and close the bedroom door behind you. You throw the sheets over your sweat-crested head and breathe a short, sharp sigh of relief. Silently, you admonish yourself for your own stupidity. One too many ghost stories tonight, you tell yourself... Then, you notice the small hump in the quilt making its way slowly towards you; its jagged, deliberate movements are offbeat and goblin-esque. You are paralyzed by fear. This isn€™t imagination. This is 100% real. Your sleep-addled brain struggles to comprehend this inhuman intrusion, but it comes up short, as the soft bristles of the creature€™s hide brush against your naked skin. The lump moves closer, faster and faster, you feel it pass your waist and hop up onto your chest. With all the courage you can muster, you rip up the sheets and finally come face-to-face the monstrous apparition that plagues you. Its large, saucer like eyes glint in the darkness, its short, pincer-like teeth bared in a gesture of pure animal savagery. Unable to contain the horror, you cry out and leap from your bed....So does the family cat. In fact, she€™s more freaked out than you are. If you€™ve ever had a night like this, then you know the power of the Human imagination. If there was nothing at all to be afraid of at night, you can bet Dollars to donuts that our most vital of organs would still be able to conjure something up. Sometimes, it€™s only the cat up to mischief again, but what about the other times? Well, other times there isn€™t really a way to explain what you are seeing before you... All of the following tales we shall now tell you are true, the testimony of those poor unfortunates whom fate had chosen to bear witness to another world, a world where sorrow and grief are eternal ties to the material plane, a world where ancient events play out on an endless cosmic loop, the playground of damned souls with no hope of reprieve. Every country, every culture and every belief system on our planet has something to say about ghosts, but the United Kingdom, with its rich and often gruesome history, is undoubtedly the most haunted nation on earth. From the supposed vampire who stalks Highgate Cemetery in London, to the ghostly church bells that ring out in times of crisis in Cardigan Bay, Wales (remnants, it is said, of the sunken city of Cantre€™r Gwaelod), or, perhaps even more unusually, the €˜Phantom Flusher€™ of the Bow Bells pub, also in London (a tempestuous spirit that is said to lock itself into stalls and randomly pull the flush levers whilst the Ladies facilities are in use), Great Britain is home to every type of ghost imaginable. Please, gentle reader; do not think of this as a €˜Top Five€™ list, but merely as a list of peculiarly British hauntings, some of which, we hope, will set a genuine chill down your spine, just in time for All Hallows Eve... Click the next page, if you dare...
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