Memories of an Essex Ghosthunter

Memories of an Essex Ghosthunter

by Wesley H. Downes
Memories of an Essex Ghosthunter

Memories of an Essex Ghosthunter

by Wesley H. Downes

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A renowned psychic investigator reveals his most chilling cases in the haunted villages of Essex.
 
Headless coffin bearers. Evil rectories. Otherworldly church choirs. Mortuary stirrings. They’re all part of Wesley Downes’s job. After his own experience with the uncanny, Downes was invited to join The Ghost Club, Britain’s most esteemed society of paranormal research. For nearly a century its members included such luminaries as Charles Dickens, W.B. Yeats, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Algernon Blackwood, Arthur Machen, Dennis Wheatley, and horror-film legend Peter Cushing.
 
Throughout the next sixty years Downes joined the ranks to venture into the spirit world pursuing legends, myths, and unexplainable phenomena. Now, one of England’s leading hunter of ghosts shares his strangest cases: the floating monk of Holy Cross Church; the Poltergeists of Harlow; the Mystery of Gun Hill House in Dedham; the dreaded Butcher Shop in Clacton-on-Sea; the Sandeman apparitions of Mistley; the Happening at Seven Rivers; the Phantom Eyes on Clinghoe Hill; and more true inquiries into the unnatural.

Memories of an Essex Ghosthunter is part of The Paranormal, a series that resurrects rare titles, classic publications, and out-of-print texts, as well as publishes new supernatural and otherworldly ebooks for the digital age. The series includes a range of paranormal subjects from angels, fairies, and UFOs to near-death experiences, vampires, ghosts, and witchcraft.

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ISBN-13: 9781446357866
Publisher: David & Charles
Publication date: 01/07/2020
Series: The Paranormal
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: eBook
Pages: 96
File size: 2 MB

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CHAPTER 1

BASILDON

The Floating Monk

This account about an experience he had in 1971 was related to me by someone who used to live in Lynge Road, Basildon and worked for the nearby photographic company, Ilford Ltd. Late one summer Friday afternoon, his manager asked him if he would mind working until 6 o'clock that evening in order to complete an urgent order, to which he readily agreed. When the work was completed, he left the premises and started to cycle home along the main road until turning into what was locally known as 'the old road', which took him past Holy Cross church and churchyard.

Just before reaching the church, he noticed what he took to be a man dressed in clerical attire coming from the field opposite the church. Without looking in either direction, the figure walked straight across the road in front of him, so close in fact, that he almost ran into him.

The cleric appeared to be completely oblivious of the near accident and continued on his way into the churchyard. The following Sunday, after having attended the morning service, the cyclist had the opportunity to have a quiet word with the vicar and to politely admonish him for nearly causing an accident. However, the priest assured him it was definitely not him who had crossed the road at that time, but he thought that what he had seen could well have been the apparition of a monk who had been known to cross the road from the field about that time of the day, when he was apparently on his way back to his own grave in the churchyard!

What is even more remarkable is the fact that this particular monk's grave is on the north side of the church, the area normally unconsecrated and used mainly for suicides, witches, unbelievers and the like and sometimes referred to as the Devil's Acre. Although it is doubtful whether the truth will ever be known, one can only conjecture as to why a monk should have been buried there in the first place.

Some time later, the gentleman related his story to a lady colleague who told him that when one evening both she and a friend had been working late at the factory and were cycling home, they too saw what they took to be a monk appear from the field and cross the road ahead of them and vanish into a grave in the graveyard. They were so scared that neither of them went that way home again, preferring to take the far longer route!

Shortly after this, two young girls, while cycling along a road near the Ford motor factory, were startled to see what they were also convinced was a monk floating along the footpath coming from the churchyard, then cross the road and turn into the factory gates, where he vanished. No amount of questioning – and leg pulling – could make them change their story.

In 1973 a curate of Holy Cross church reported hearing strange and unaccountable sounds within his church and when looking round, caught a fleeting glimpse of what he took to be a monk just fading into what appeared to be a fine mist before vanishing altogether.

CHAPTER 2

Berechurch

The Ghostly Horseman in the Sky

A family, then living in East Mersea in Essex, related the following strange story about their experience one afternoon in 1980.

They were on their way to visit a relative in a Colchester hospital – a distance of about eight miles – and, being locals, they knew the easiest and shortest route through the lanes to avoid the lengthy holdups due to major roadworks that were taking place along the main road. Turning off the Mersea road just past the Manwood Bridge, they followed what was then a winding lane that passed the old Berechurch church into Berechurch Hall Road near to the Military Corrective Training Centre (the army 'Glasshouse').

They were about halfway along the lane when they were surprised to see a grey shape loom up some fifty yards ahead. As they neared, this turned out to be a horse with a rider who could well have been a First World War soldier. He appeared to be looking straight ahead, and was obviously tall, sitting very upright in the saddle with his legs straight down in the stirrups. He was wearing a greyish uniform with a sash across his chest, which might have been a Sam Browne belt, and on his back was a large pack. His hat was of Australian style, turned up on the left-hand side and held in position by a badge of some sort. In his right hand he held a staff, which extended a couple of feet above his head and on the top of which was a triangular pennant being blown backwards by the wind. He was also holding the reins with his left hand, while hanging from his left side was a long sword.

The strangest thing of all was that this apparition appeared to be not only high in the air, jumping over trees and just under very low cloud, but the horse seemed to be at full gallop and just clearing the trees.

Shortly after this account was published in the Ghosts and Hauntings magazine, the editor received a letter from a Clacton-on-Sea reader saying that, having read the above story, he recalled that during the 1914–18 war, his grandfather used to supply horses that had not been 'broken in' to the army at Cherry Tree Camp, Colchester (near to where the incident was claimed to have taken place) and the description fitted the Australian 'rough-riders' who were stationed for a while at the camp.

These Australians consisted mostly of convicts (some of them murderers) who were given the opportunity to 'volunteer' their services in the war and in return (if they survived) their sentences would be taken as having been served.

CHAPTER 3

Borley

The Ghosts, Myths and Legends of Borley Church

Publications regarding Essex ghosts would not be complete without at least a passing reference to Borley, a small village on the county border, between Sudbury and Long Melford. Over the years, this village has probably received more than its fair share of attention and publicity, most of it – according to some of the residents – unwanted, unwelcome and untrue.

The main attraction in the 1920s and 30s was the rectory, once described as 'the most haunted house in England'. Many books, numerous newspaper and magazine articles, all expressing varying points of view, have been written about the alleged hauntings there. However, after a disastrous fire in 1939 and the eventual demolition of the rectory in 1944, much more attention was given to the church and its churchyard, where even to this day strange things are said to happen.

On various occasions, coffins in the crypt of this 12th-century church have been found to have been moved and left poised at odd angles. These were, of course, put back in their original positions but, when next inspected were again found to be scattered about – how and by whom?

Another unsolved mystery concerns the church plate. According to legend, when in the 1640s Oliver Cromwell's men were plundering the churches, the wise clergy of Borley decided to bury most of the church valuables in the churchyard until better times. Because this was done at night and with the utmost secrecy, nobody appears to have made a note of just where they were buried and therefore the location still remains a mystery. Some years ago, a diviner, having tried – but failed – to find the treasure, nevertheless discovered what was thought could have been the remains of a tunnel running under the road from the church towards the site of the rectory.

With so much activity in the rectory, there is even more in and around the church, as can well be expected. This includes the sighting of a nun, seen many times in the churchyard by a number of people, and the ghost of what is believed to have been a teenaged girl dressed in blue, as well as a veiled woman near the church, although it is difficult to decide whether this veiled figure and that of the nun are one and the same.

Inside the church itself, there are areas reputed to have cold spots with a sensation of 'tension' around them. There is an account of a young boy who, while visiting the church with his parents and walking down the aisle, suddenly stood rigid as if frozen to the spot and stared straight ahead, wide-eyed. After what seemed to be ages, he suddenly burst into tears and ran out. When his parents eventually found him, he was hiding behind a yew tree in the churchyard, still crying his eyes out, and all they could get out of him was that 'it was so cold'!

Numerous visitors have stated that when walking along the path towards the church door they have heard organ music coming from within the church. In the late 1980s, an elderly lady and her 41-year-old daughter, after slowly making their way up the same path and hearing the organ being played with gusto and thinking that a practice was taking place, waited for a break in the music before opening the church door. They were somewhat surprised to find that not only was the organ locked, but there was no sign of an organist. Somewhat puzzled, they continued to look around and admire the church and were about to leave when they were showered with what appeared to be small pebbles from above. Not only could they not see anyone but, much to their surprise, there were no pebbles on the floor. With this, they made their way out as fast as the older lady's legs would allow. When I interviewed them later, they were prepared to swear, even on a Bible, that every word was true!

A surprising number of people are of the opinion that many of the unexplained occurrences within the church may possibly have some connection with the Waldegrave family to whom there is a magnificent altar-tomb monument standing some 14 feet in height, with six Corinthian columns supporting a canopy. There are also two recumbent effigies in 16th-century dress and around the sides are kneeling figures, believed to be their three sons and three daughters.

The Waldegraves were a very influential family, Sir Edward having been knighted in 1553 at the Coronation of Queen Mary I in whose household – when she was Princess Mary – he had held a high position. Being a Papist, he had been imprisoned in the Tower of London by Edward VI but when Mary eventually came to the throne, he was of course released and all his powers restored. However, five years later when Queen Elizabeth came to the throne, he was once again sent to the Tower, where he remained until his death on 1st September 1561. His remains were eventually brought back to Borley for burial in a church that had by that time already adopted the revised prayer book of the reformed Church; this is what some people believe he cannot accept and the disturbances are his only way of showing his disapproval.

A sudden surge of interest in Borley church in the early 1990s unfortunately led to such an increase in vandalism that the authorities decided to keep the building locked except for when it was being used for services. This caused considerable inconvenience to several groups of psychic investigators who, for a long time, had been making regular visits at all hours of the day and night in order to study and record as much of the paranormal activity as possible.

One particular group from London had, over the years, gathered quite a collection of tape recordings covering a whole range of phenomena, including 'phantom' organ music, voices, clatterings, hangings, heavy door bolts apparently being drawn and so on. Now, although their activities were somewhat restricted to the outside of the church, this did not deter them.

Late one very warm August Saturday evening, four of them arrived and planned which of the areas they would patrol until such time as they felt that enough was enough for the night. For quite a while, nothing untoward happened – it was a quiet, bright moonlit night – until at about 3 o'clock in the morning the temperature suddenly dropped considerably. After having a break for a welcome cup of coffee, they decided to stay on for another half an hour and then pack up and go home.

After a further fruitless wait, they had just started gathering their gear together when one of the group had the impression that something or somebody was standing behind them. Quietly telling the others to stand still and keep quiet, she took two photographs of the door behind them. Nothing further being seen or heard, they finished packing and went back to London.

A week or so later, after having the film developed, the photographer was so astonished at what she saw on two of her 'shots' of the church door, that she immediately contacted me, sending one of the prints. After carefully examining it, I drove to Borley and, standing on the same spot as the young lady had done, I took a photograph of the same door. When that film was developed, it showed just what one would normally expect – the door as it is today.

A few days later when the vicar was shown the photographs, he couldn't understand what he was seeing because the young lady's photo clearly showed not only the door open with a light inside, but also three veiled figures, one of which looked like a bride holding what appeared to be a bouquet of flowers; also the shape of the doorway in the picture was different. He went on to add that so far as he was aware, the present door had not been opened for at least 80 years – perhaps longer – and, because the shape and size appeared to be different, he came to the conclusion that the whole thing was a fake! However, the group were very serious investigators and I personally had every reason to believe that the photograph was genuine One can only speculate – was this perhaps a reenactment of a long-ago wedding?

CHAPTER 4

Bradfield

A Strange Case of Déjà Vu

Déjà vu, reincarnation, ESP (Extra Sensory Perception) – call it what you will, but by any name, the following true story, despite considerable research, almost defies explanation! A few years ago in mid-summer, a 3½-year-old boy was being taken by his parents for his first trip to the seaside at Walton-on-the-Naze from their home in a village near Ipswich. His father was driving and his mother sat beside the boy in the back. Not wishing to get caught up in the busy traffic on the main roads, his father preferred to take a more leisurely and scenic route through the country lanes and villages.

As they were travelling along, the boy appeared to be getting somewhat agitated. His parents, thinking that he might be feeling travel-sick, stopped, but when they tried to get him out onto the verge, he became hysterical and refused to leave the car. His mother naturally tried to console him and asked what was the matter, but all the boy did was to mumble and, amid his tears, keep pointing towards a field.

His father, getting more impatient by the minute, shut the door, got back in and drove on. Gradually the boy calmed down and by the time they had reached their destination he was back to normal. The rest of the day, which was spent on the beach, passed pleasantly; the boy thoroughly enjoyed playing on the sand and having a paddle, but all good things must come to an end and they eventually made their way home by a totally different route with no further trouble.

It was some two years later and by then the boy was nearly six years old, when his parents decided to have another day at the seaside; this time the boy sat by himself in the back, his mother in the passenger seat beside his father. Deciding to take the same route as before, not even remembering the boy's upset, they set out on their journey.

All went well until they reached the spot where on the previous trip the lad had started his tantrums. Without any warning whatsoever, the boy started shouting and pointing across the field, just as he had done before. This time his father did not stop, but his mother turned around in her seat and asked what all the noise was about, to which the boy replied that he had worked on that field driving a tractor and that he was then known as 'Dopey Dan Dale'.

His mother told him not to be so silly. How could he possibly have worked there, he was not yet even six years of age, but the boy was adamant and even named the farm and the farmer. Bearing in mind they lived nearly twenty miles away and had only passed that field once before, there was no way he could have possibly known the name of the farm, let alone the farmer – which was something that even his parents did not know!

The whole episode worried his father to such an extent that he eventually started making enquiries. First of all, he found that the name of the farm was exactly as his son had said and although it now had a different occupier, a little research soon revealed that the boy had named the farmer who had actually farmed the land during the Second World War!

The next thing was to try to establish whether or not there had really been a Dan Dale with the nickname of 'Dopey'. This proved to be far more difficult; the majority of the residents of the village were now newcomers and after all, the boy's father was trying to locate one man (if indeed he ever existed) from over 50 years ago – almost 'mission impossible'! By pure chance, however, he was given the name and address of an elderly man who had been classed as unfit for military service and had been directed to work on that particular farm. A visit to the address revealed that the man had indeed worked there throughout the war years and although he recalled there being a young man whom they called 'Dopey', he could not remember his real name, although he did recall that he used to come from a nearby local institution that catered for 'backward or difficult' children of wealthy parents.

(Continues…)


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Table of Contents

Introduction,
Basildon – The Floating Monk,
Berechurch – The Ghostly Horseman in the Sky,
Borley – The Ghosts, Myths and Legends of Borley Church,
Bradfield – A Strange Case of Déjà Vu,
Bradwell-juxta-Mare – The Haunted Chapel,
Brentwood – Spirits at the White Hart,
Chelmsford – Moral: Don't Upset Your Mother-in-Law! – The Missing Architect,
Clacton-on-Sea – The Mystery of the Butchers Shop – The Human Arm – The Tragic,
Story of June Lacey – The Decorator's Nightmare,
Colchester – A Strange Occurrence in a Shop – The Haunted Police Station – The,
Phantom Eyes on Clinghoe Hill – The Haunted Red Lion Hotel,
Dedham – The Sweep's Boy – The Mystery of Gun Hill House,
Earls Colne – The Haunting of the Coachman Inn,
Frinton-on-Sea – The Haunted Radio Station,
Great Bromley – Strange Happenings at Seven Rivers,
Great Clacton – St John's Church – The Haunted Clock – The Rocking Chair and the,
Invisible Barrier,
Great Dunmow – A Haunting in High Street,
Great Holland – The Headless Coffin Bearers,
Great Horkesley – A Very, Very Strange Case,
Great Waltham – Hauntings at the Beehive,
Harlow – Poltergeist Activity at The Hornbeams,
Harwich – The Electricians' Shock,
Kirby Cross – Horseshoe Cottage,
Lawford – The Mysterious Church Choir,
Layer Marney – The Haunting of the Virgin Mary's Church,
Leigh-on-Sea – The Haunted Bank House,
Little Clacton – The Ghostly Birthday Reminder – Tales from the Mortuary – Haunted,
Holland Road,
Marks Tey – The Silver Elephant,
Mistley – The Sandeman Port Ghost,
Unnamed Essex Hospital – The Consultant's Letter,
Westcliff-on-Sea – The Haunted Studio,
Wickham Bishops – Maybe There Is Something in Ghosthunting!,

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