Do you believe in ghosts

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There are  some fascinating  tales in this book.




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Talking to someone about Red Clogs. Said he haunted the old brickworks that was on Walthew House lane.

There's a regular poster on here that's a ghost

Whoooo oooooo

Haigh Hall - 'the walker in the woods'


John O’Malley, a very elderly chap now, is a native Wiganer who helped clear the land at Haigh Hall in the 1950s. Of all the spectres reputed to roam the building and its grounds, he said the one he and his pals were most frightened of was that of Lady Mabel, the veiled, ragged figure who is said to cause insanity if you meet her, because she has no face.

Mabel Bradshaigh, lady of the manor at Haigh in the early fourteenth century, was married to the knight, William Bradshaigh, who had a roguish reputation. In 1315, he fled the country after his involvement in a rebellion against the Earl of Lancaster. Hearing nothing from him for many years, his wife eventually remarried. However, Bradshaigh returned in 1322. He killed his wife’s new husband in single combat, and resumed living at the Haigh manor house until 1333, when he fought another rival and this time was killed himself. In penance for her bigamy, his wife, Mabel, made a daily barefoot walk to a stone monument just outside Wigan’s north wall (the Mab’s Cross monument still exists, but has now been enveloped by the town), a distance there and back of about six miles.

No-one really knows why Lady Mabel’s ghost, well known around Wigan as ‘the White Lady’, should be so terrifying. She was not an evil person in life, though she was said to be unhappy in her final days, and indeed her phantom supposedly cuts a forlorn figure.



http://paulfinch-writer.blogspot.com/2011/02/haigh-hall-walker-in-woods.html

I know this isnt a ghost,but I had a friend from the first day at School until she passed away a few years ago..three times when I’ve just walked into the back garden I’ve heard her shout Maureen and it’s definitely her voice,it’s so nice to know that she’s still around in a sort of way.

Ghost cat following cat

I found this in an issue of past forward. I'm curious to know if anyone knows anything about the phantom policeman

Ghostly
Policeman
Dear Editor,
I was talking to a friend and
she told me that in the 1950’s,
when she was 17, she was
going to a dance hall at Higher
Ince. As she was walking down
the lane and going past the
alleyways, she saw a policeman
who was wearing a cape. She
thought she was safe with the
policeman walking behind, but
when she came to the ending of
the road and she turned
around, there was no sign of the
policeman. That same week
she found out that a policeman
had been killed. Was that the
Phantom Policeman? Can
anyone else recall this at Higher
Ince in the 1950’s? He just
seemed to vanish in mid air.
E, Grimshaw
Kitt Green

In 1986 I came over to Wigan from Canada to see my dad who was very ill.

After a couple of weeks he was taken into Billinge, I visited him and he looked quite frail. On the Saturday I returned to Canada and on the following Monday I awoke with a jump at 06:45 where normally I wake by the alarm at 7am. I went to work and came home and ate dinner, etc when my mother rang to tell me that my dad had passed away at 11:45am. Now 11:45am in England is 06:45am in Canada.

Local ghost stories from the latest Local Life magazine - Link

Frog Lane Ghost . Past forward issue 30 2002

'Saw the ghost of Elfis,
on Union Avenue !

How do you inherit a ghost. It seems the White Lion at Wrightington did when they extended the pub into cottages next door

See jo anne's link

I remember seeing a ghost when I was five years old. I have also 'sensed' a ghost but was afraid to look.

I believe that some of us are sensitive and some are not. It's the sensitive folk that see a ghost. The others do not believe. Such is life, (or ghosts)....

The Laying of The Gantley Farm Boggart

An interesting story about a ghost at Almond Brook, taken from the Wigan and District Advertiser, 24th December 1890.

SPRING-HEELED JACK'S GHOST AT ALMOND BROOK.
A correspondent writes:- About eight years ago a certain married woman, who shall be nameless, lost her purse, containing £3 16s. A man in the neighbourhood got on the spree, and was suspected to have found it, and swallowed it in the shape of "best British fours." The good man died a few years after, and the lady firmly believed that his spirit could get no farther than Fiddler's Green until her purse and money were restored. It appears that a number of old women and hair-brained crackies in every part of the country believe that Fiddler's Green is the purgatory of thieves and bad payers. To the surprise of our heroine something entered her house a short time ago just after dark. She could make neither head nor tail of it, and whether it had a head or tail was more than either she or any of the wise old women in the neighbourhood knew. It "woz sumot," but she never saw anything like it before. While wondering what in the name of owd Scrat it could be, she saw her lost purse on the floor, and then shouted to her husband, "Jack Wallop's ghost has bin un brought me pus back, but there's only £1 17s. 7d. in it, un heel have to go back to Fiddler's Green uf he dozent fotch rest." She told the story to all the petticoat philosophers in the neighbourhood, who held a grand consultation on the ghost from Fiddler's Green. They all saw something enter the house, but could not say what it looked like. One thought it looked like the ghost of Nan Cockle's pig that "wuz killed tother wick." Another was sure it looked more like Bill Twither's tom-cat that "wuz frozen to death some time since in a hare trap." One old woman said "it favured Jack Trump's donkey us wuz choaked eating Sal Wollop's carrots." Several agreed that it smelled of brimstone, and had red eyes as big as a frying pan, and that it jumped over the chimney after coming out of the house. Dick called the council of old women together, a lot of "crazy foos," and swore it "wuz nothur Nan Cockle's pig, nor Bill Twither's tom-cat, nor Jack Trump's donkey; it wuz noout no better nur wuz ten Spring-heeled Jack!" The old woman screamed out, "Good gracious! has Spring-heeled Jack's ghost come back? We'll all be lost afour th' eend ut world takes place!"