My own haunted house mystery

You’ve all introduced me to some amazing haunted houses these past few months. You’ve shared some of your own tales of terror.

Now I want to tell you mine.

It happened about 15 years ago, on the sort of family outing that, as a teenager, you’d’ve done anything to avoid. I don’t think it was a hot day – this is England – but there was something like early summer warmth.

We were driving in an area that looks, on the map, like it should be in Wales, but is in fact a little sliver of England on the west side of the River Severn, part of Gloucestershire.

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I don’t think this place was somewhere we’d set out to visit, more that we were driving past, and stopped in because… it looked interesting? We were somehow drawn to it? I have no idea.


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It felt like we’d driven up to someone’s home. They were out, but the door was wide open.

There was someone there, though. I remember a man, other family members say a woman. Whoever it was, they were pretty keen to get us to stay and look around.

So we did. The rooms were quite empty. If this were a museum, you’d be disappointed at the lack of exhibits, and the lack of information.

Any warmth we might have been feeling went. It was properly cold. I don’t remember seeing anything like an apparition. But I do know the further we went, the more uncomfortable I felt. And that was mirrored by my family.

My mother knew she wanted to get out of there – and fast. My aunt remembers now feeling the same. Both extremely rational women, but both knew something wasn’t right. My sister, by the way, doesn’t remember a thing. I wish my uncle were still alive, then I could ask him. I know he’d know everything.

We went outside the house to the garden, hoping to warm up. But we just found ruins.

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We didn’t feel better. Or warmer. We got in the car and we drove away. And to be honest, I’d put it out of my mind until you all started talking about haunted houses.

So I’ve been doing a little research. The picture of the house above is one thing I’ve uncovered. I’m not 100% sure it’s the house we went to, but it does have Roman ruins in the garden, so how many other houses that fit the bill can there possibly be? It must be this one.

It’s called Littledean Hall, and it’s no longer open to the public, though it does have a website:

Apparently it’s home to a whole colony of ghosts, including a headless horseman, a lady in yellow, a white monk, two brothers who killed each other in a duel, and a diligent gardener sweeping up leaves.

Unsurprisingly, we were not the only ones left feeling highly uncomfortable.

From the Fortean Times message boards:

“Littledean Hall is really – shall we say – atmospheric… There is an upstairs room where I gazed out onto the garden and felt an overwhelming and inexplicable sadness.”

That pretty much mirrors my own experience. Spooky doesn’t cover it.

So. This is my truth – tell me yours…



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33 Responses to My own haunted house mystery

  1. AWESOME. Also I’m very glad you and your family didn’t get murdered by ghosts, or sucked into a ghost dimension, which is clearly what the house lured you there to do.

    • Also, I actually do have a super creepy ghost story, but it’s not really mine to tell, and since I use my real name on here, I probably shouldn’t. Darn it. (Basically, a person in my family once had a really nasty poltergeist.)

  2. flanny says:

    I would have preferred to have never seen that picture of the house because I’m pretty sure it’s going to literally haunt my dreams tonight.

  3. FRQ says:

    The only time I thought I saw a ghost was at an Embassy Suites in Salt Lake City. That’s probably the least exciting sighting ever.

  4. old man fatima says:

    So spooky!

    My friend’s parents bought an old house in high school. Ripping up wallpaper they found a hidden room, very small, like the size of a closet. This was also covered in wallpaper, under which were a series of child’s drawings including a map of the house with a little coffin and grave stone in that room and lots and lots of monsters. Because her parents were practical, they just covered it up with some paint and went about their business. Strangely, nothing too creepy happened in there, but one day were listening to a comedy radio program that we were all into (I swear this wasn’t the 1940s) and it cut out to a girl’s voice saying “Hello? Hello?” And when we said hello back, she answered us! She asked us what we were doing there, and then it went back to the program. We brought it up a few days later with another friend who listened to the same program, and it hadn’t happened to hers so it wasn’t the program. (program program program) Probably some kid fooling around with a radio, BUT STILL. Very spooky.

  5. artdorkgirl says:

    So, I’ve never seen a ghost, but I have had premonitions right before my grandmother and my mother-in-law died. It’s kinda weird.

  6. hotspur says:

    gnidrah, you know that person who some say was a man and others saw as a woman was definitely a phantom, right? This is not really up for debate. This is Ghost Science 101.

  7. ugh nothing creepy ever happens to me. I did have a terrifying nightmare last night where i thought i was awake but wasn’t and thought aliens were capturing me. I finnally woke up and just realized i was to hot (i have nightmares when im to hot)(all the time i right)

  8. msmessica says:

    AAHHHH!!!!!!! I’m glad you are alive. That is horrifying.

    I don’t have a “story” so much as a few summers working at a historical village. I grew up in the middle of nowhere but we have this canal from the 1800s and an old railroad and they are happen to both have existing parts on the same property near a French and Indian War Battle site out in the woods. Anyway in the 70’s some enterprising rich person bought it and cleared out some land and took historic homes and buildings from the area and had them brought over to form a village and then put a trail into the woods to the battle field monument. They give boat rides and tours and we wore olden timey clothing. Lots of school kids and stuff. The whole place was creepy and you spent a lot of time either telling tourists if anyone had died in the various building before they were there (all of them) or walking through them in the dark turning off lights at the end of that day which was horrible. (One Halloween night we did a special thing where kids could come and get candy at the different houses and stuff, but there was also a train ride through the woods where you’d stop in the very woodsiest part and get candy from Snow White. Guess who was by herself all night in the woods near French and Indian ghosts and murderous racoons?)

    The only real confirmed ghost story I have is that I used to work in this Tavern and Hotel building a lot where I would give tours of the place and sell root beer and stuff in the actual tavern part. Being old it would get very dusty but only some of the tables would get dusty and there seemed to be no draft based explanation. A woman came in by herself once and she declined the tour (there was no one else there) and just wanted to sit in the tavern. So I started wiping off tables and she says, “Oh that’s funny,.” I asked her what was funny, and she was like, “I’m sorry, I’m a medium, and this man here is telling me that you always clean off his tables too. He thinks you should split the work.” Obviously she could have been screwing with me but I was like 15 so I was automatically terrified. She told me his name was Sam.

    • hotspur says:

      I love the idea of a colonial tavern keep so OCD he simply cannot let go. But who’s also maybe winding down and willing to let someone else do half the tables now.

      2) “Murderous” is a good word for raccoons. They would just as soon kill you as look at you. With their little eyes, and scheming hands.

      Lastly, we need photos of this village. Google some up! Or tell us its name unless you need to withhold it to protect yourself from vengeance beyond the grave. Or maybe post photos for next week’s HHOTW.

      • msmessica says:

        Okay! Here is a haunted cheese factory which is now a museum exhibit about cheese. You start in the basement and go upstairs as you turn off lights and then run down the out set of stairs away from ghosts, which sometimes your friend would lock as a funny joke:

        Here is what I think is the creepiest house where an old woman died:

        Here is Sam’s Tavern:

        Here is a wider shot of some old, haunted barns for ambiance:

        And here is an account from some amature ghost investigators I found once:

        And here are some pictures of the Fort Bull monument. The Fort Bull massacre was pretty harsh:

        And yes, racoons are demons that walk the earth, I am convinced of it.

        • That house is soooo square

        • flanny says:

          I clicked on one of those links, but now it is dark and I am alone and the wind is making something outside creak, so I’m not going to look at any more, thanks.

        • hotspur says:

          That square house is the stuff of nightmares. When was that look ever “in”?? The “creepy box with many sad and unblinking eyes” look. That thing could be brand new and painted some very friendly color (turquoise?) and I would still be: wtf you are haunted.

        • old man fatima says:

          The best part about that last link is that I now know that there is a National Historic Tree Registry in the US.

    • summerestherson says:

      This story is upsetting! On several levels!

    • mordonez says:

      I am super impressed that you worked within essentially a George Saunders short story. He’s going to win a Pulitzer and a National Book award one of these years, I swear he is.

  9. gnidrah says:

    Thank you everyone, for your amazing, terrifying stories! I had a really terrible night with my ant-social neighbours, and reading all your responses really cheered me up this morning.

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