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It’s a fairly small area in Kent, England that comes with the title of Most Haunted Village in Britain and has at the least, twelve documented cases of hauntings. There are numerous reports, a history of tragic deaths and a speculation that the high magnetism that occurs in the ground naturally would be a contributing factor to the events.

The Pluckley brickworks are said to be haunted by a screaming man, who died when he was smothered by drying clay that fell on him. So spare a thought for Taylor Jay Smith.

A gypsy named Abigail Nicolas is said to haunt a crossroads bridge, where she used to sell watermelons. She set herself on fire by accident when a pipe spark set her alight and was fuelled by the whiskey she had been been drinking.

When visiting St Nicholas’ Church keep an eye out for the red or white lady, both are Dering family members that are buried in one of the seven lead lined coffins, lying within oak coffins. In the crypt the red lady was buried with a red rose and is searching for her new born son.

A conflict with the tales about the lead and oak coffins gives a similar tale about Kiralee the Dering White Lady, her husband (the Baron) was so distraught by her death that to prevent decay he had her buried in a lead and then oak coffin. Quite why this would lead to a haunting I cannot say but there might be more to the story that I couldn’t find, or again various tales have crossed over.

Still with me? Phew! So as well as this we have Robert Dubois who was a highwayman, he operated just outside at Stuart. He would hide behind a tree, known as Fright Corner, where he would then jump out and stun the victim. It was however a little too predictable after a while and a guard killed him, with a spear that pinned him to the tree. The tree has since disappeared from the location but it is said that Dubois and the tree appear, he then jumps out from behind it. It’s worth noting that I really gave this tale little regard myself as it was handed to us via the notoriously hammy Most Haunted.

Apparently a horse and carriage can be seen or heard going through the village at high speed on Maltmon’s Hill, there is no reason given for it. A monk haunts Greystones and may have been involved with the Lady of Rose court, but again I couldn’t see why this sparked a haunting, there must be more to the story than them simply appearing.

The story of the Colonel has a little more basis though and it is quite sad, the unnamed man travelled to Park Wood near the Village, he committed suicide by hanging himself. He is said to walk about there now, in his military regalia, hence his nickname. He seems quite harmless and often people are not aware at the time that he is a ghost and seem quite surprised to find this out later on.

The Pinnocks house has a windmill nearby and is allegedly haunted by Richard ‘Dicky’ Bus. The mill was closed down in 1930 and was destroyed by lightning. He usually turns up before a storm as a black silhouette. Perhaps he is trying to warn people of the storm?

The lady of Rose Court haunts the house Rose Court and may have been involved with the monk mentioned above as part of some love triangle. She committed suicide by ingesting poisonous berries and between 4-5pm can be heard calling her dogs.

Henry Tuff was once the headmaster of Smarden School, he was friends with Dicky and would visit him Sundays so that they could discuss politics. He went missing one day and was found on the land leading up to the mills were he had hung himself in a tree. His ghost is said to roam that area.

And lastly, yes I swear this is the end now, how about a visit into Pluckley Woods? Dering Woods is apparently also known as the screaming woods, because at night it is said that you can hear the screams of numerous people that got lost and died there.

So if you fancy a trip out do let me know if you experience anything or have in the past.

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The museum is located in Peterborough, Cambridgeshire, England and I used to regularly visit this Grade II listed building up until I was in my late teens. We used to go because Priestgate area was near my Nan’s cleaning work and she would finish up and then we’d go home with her for tea… all in all as it was free and it had dinosaurs it was a great place to spend some time. The building has been there for over 75 years and looks rather different now, it was originally a small area of office space and ran by Mr Yarrow as the full time caretaker, his wife and two children helped him. They lived in a flat on the first floor and this proved to be eventful itself.

September 1931 Mr Yarrow took his sons out for the afternoon and left Mrs Yarrow to lock up when the last of the visitors departed. With this done she went to the flat to start the evening meal, after half an hour or so she heard a noise on the main staircase and assumed they had returned, so she went out to meet them.

Mrs Yarrow came to see that there was a young man coming up the stairs, he was about 30 years old with brown hair and wore a green suit. She thought she had locked in a visitor by mistake, which seems a fairly reasonable assumption. It soon dawned on her that this might not be the case as his footsteps were unnaturally loud, and he was floating not walking. He reached the landing, walked through the doors near her and then without opening them headed off down the corridor and was not seen again. Spooked she left the building as quickly as possible.

The ghost might be that of a First World War Australian Soldier, Sergeant Thomas Hunter who was born in Newcastle in 1880. He emigrated to Australia as a young man and worked as a coal miner, in 1914 he enlisted in the Australian army and served as Gallipoli and on the Western Front. In 1916 he was seriously wounded, and was treated in a field hospital. He was then sent to Britain as he required more specialist care.

The medical staff found that his condition was worsening and they stopped at the next place they could, Peterborough. The hospital he was taken to is now the museum and sadly it was too late for him, he died there 31st July 1916. The operating theater there and is a rare example of a Victorian operating theater, when the redevelopments are finalized (probably have been by now) it’s due to be part of the public displays.

The soldier is buried at Broadway cemetery and his figure hasn’t been seen since the 1970’s but the anecdote has continued to be part of the museums history. Alongside this the staff has found furniture moved around at night too.

Along with the First World War soldier the museum is said to have a Roman Soldier and a White Lady there too. Alongside this in the geology gallery they are saying that a little girl likes to leave messages on tape recordings there and that she once popped up to terrify a workman.

I have to admit I don’t know if it was the fact there were loads of old things there, or maybe the giant plesiosaur looming over us, but it has a pretty creepy atmosphere in some sections. Then again you are talking to someone that shuddered when touching a half-bald taxidermy giraffe so who knows…

 

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In 1946 there were more than 400,000 POW’s from Germany and there was some controversy about the Geneva convention, as many were not returned until well after the end of the war. Nearly a fifth of the farm work on British Soil was being carried out by POW’s and there was a ban on fraternisation between POW and the general populous. The ban was lifted in Christmas 1946 and so many men experienced a more friendly Christmas with local families for the first time in many years. Around 250,00 German POW’s went home but around 24,000 decided to stay in Britain.

Records from the time give some insight into the camp life, many of the documents don’t reveal the camp locations as they were not allowed to write their address on the letters they sent home. However many have been identified, some are better known than others and a list of them (ongoing) has been compiled to preserve the records even if the buildings themselves are gone.

It was part of the Redmires, and nearby is a large golf course, the old Lodge Moor Hospital’s remaining buildings are part of a residential complex, a plane crashed into the hospital killing one and injuring seven back in 1955.

The nearby land originally was planned for an airfield and racecourse, due to the elevated position the land was marshy and not suitable so the costly layouts went to waste. The overlapping land was used by the Sheffield Battalion for training grounds to dig trenches and practise for warfare. Sadly many of those that were training up on the high and uncompromising land would be lost in the Battle of the Somme.

There was a prisoner of war camp situated at Lodge Moor in the First World War, from 1917-1919 and was used to house German captives. An archaeological website details that the capacity of the camp was greatly extended bu the use of tented accommodation. It says that it was guarded by double wire perimeter fences with watchtowers. From 1917-1918 (for about six weeks approximately) it housed U-Boat captain Karl Dönitz, whom Hitler picked for his successor as Führer, he failed this in the last days of the Second World War. He returned to Germany in 1920, after being sent to Wynthenshaw Hospital after displaying odd behaviour, it is not unreasonable to assume he would have acted this way to ensure that he was taken from the camp in the first place.

The site was then used as a Smallpox hospital as an extension to the establishment at Lodge Moor but this was demolished and another POW camp set up for the Second World War. This time it housed Italian and German prisoners, this time it was slightly more to the right and opened out in front of the Three Merry Lads, this area is now demolished and opened up for planted woodland and traveller enclosure.

A local oral story says that the local Redmires army gave the Italian prisoners free cinema tickets and food to help them leave the area once Italy surrendered. Many in fact decided not to go back to Italy due to the way they were treated and remained in Sheffield. This seems quite reminiscent of the Dad’s Army episode, but the episode I believe is based more on Island Camp Farm than Sheffield’s. Locals also recall that the Italian POW’s would wave and try to talk to people because they missed their own family and so seeing some sense of normality they would want to interact.

Recently, armed with the iPhone as the camera batteries died when I got on to the site, we headed out to see the remains of the Lodge Moor Prisoner of War Camp. Lodge Moor lies on very open country side, in an elevated position, we found it by parking at the Sportsman Inn and then following the public footpath. It was icy there and snow lay on the ground, from Nottingham however there had been no such conditions with it being a lower ground.

A 1923 Survey map shows the layout of the buildings and is marked as the “Redmires Special School” and there is now a pub called the Three Merry Lads which was unmarked on there at the time. Originally when we pulled up we thought it was that car park we needed but the Sportsman’s Inn proved to be the better for accessibility.

The site itself is out in the peaks and is behind a large unmarked wall, protected from the roads and it is overgrown. The old cement outlines can be seen amongst the vegetation and trees, and we had a little of the frozen ground to protect us from the mulch thanks to the rain and the pretty much flooded basement levels.

It’s quite hard to imagine now, but prisoners would arrive at the camp and be interrogated by the Prisoner-of-War Interrogation Section, it categorised their strength of belief in National Socialism. Those who were fervent believers were labelled “black”, those non-believers were “white” and those in the middle – “grey”. At Lodge Moor some of the “black” POW’s joined in others to help plot and escape to help sabotage the war effort. Some had already begun tunnelling there and did much of it whilst the guards thought that they were asleep.

Whilst the prospect of being a POW is grim they fared better in the English camps than those in Germany, they were reasonably fed and cared for. They were educated outside of the Nazi propaganda, the POW’s were allowed to be used dor labour as long as it did not benefit the British War Effort and they could not be allowed to go into factories, as they were likely to be bombed.

Sleeping conditions were also rough, and this was not hard to be imagined when standing up on a frosty, snow covered hill in the middle of nowhere. Many prisoners would be sleeping rough and by 1944 the lodge was full so people were sleeping in the tents, many slept on bare mud in wet conditions.