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… marvellous for raising imemories of ghost events past.. Consider this ghost walk memory hosted by my friend Flecky Bennett a couple of years ago… He had ventured into the haunted streets of Altrincham to further bring us the ghastly histories of Greater Manchester… I was excited because I had heard the haunted reputation ofContinue reading “Facebook is…”

…and Elemental Spiders.. “…so where do you stand on haunted Dolls Hubert” someone once asked me..  “Mostly the head” I used to reply… {joke.. joke.. if any spirit energies latently attached to dolls are listening in} … For I will never disrespect a ‘believed to be haunted dolly’ and I will relate a tale whichContinue reading “Of Haunted Dolls…”

An old ghost encounter recounted… Just off the Longdendale Trail is Old House Tunnel… an underpass courteously cut beneath a track bed for hill farm convenience by the Sheffield, Ashton-under-Lyne and Manchester Railway Company when they built their Woodhead line between Manchester and Penistone in 1841… There is something haunting this Victorian era underpass, thatContinue reading “Tunnel Torment…”

Things that are not at all, are never lost… {Marlowe} I’ve oft walked the back lane linking the village with an old Salt Gate, pondering on the forgotten history that the now metalled road must have seen come and go … cutting across the slope of hills long enclosed for pasture.. many a foot andContinue reading “Apate’s Hob…”

Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seatIn this distracted globe.…. Sometimes.. it pays not to know the hauntings of a place…. On a sultry Saturday afternoon in August I was lucky enough to gain customer access into The Shakespeare… Durham’s “most haunted pub..”.. Now I’ve been in that establishment of renown before andContinue reading “A haunting lesser sought…”

Or the haunted farming memory of Wildboarclough … Possibly the most intense investigation I have yet attended… Midnight at The Crag Inn was when it all kicked off!! The Crag Inn… an alehouse since 1825… stands secluded high on the dark edged groves of Macclesfield Forest with weather swept Shutlingsloe looming above.. well known toContinue reading “Old Ghosts of the Crag….”

My memory has just thrown up the first posts I sent from my strange stay at The Schooner.. Alnmouth… England’s most haunted hotel! I’d been dithering for a while whether to book in there or not… {it does come with an insanely haunted history} and since I was headed up for a night at ChillinghamContinue reading “Alone at the Schooner!”

Could have been the drunken near death experience involving Grandad and Great Aunt Nell…? …Or most likely was the midnight encounter with a ghastly, disembodied face that poked itself through my bedroom wall, laughed maniacally, incredibly loud, just inches from my own… then screamed a high pitch wail which set me running from the roomContinue reading “Where did all the weirdness begin..?”

…the expanded ramblings of Hubert Hobux.. The majority of my earlier archive has, {by some miracle and the generosity of editor Paul Stephens }.. gone into print as a very small contribution towards the columns of Haunted Magazine and I will be forever grateful for Paul’s patient acceptance, passion for the paranormal, puerile puns.. {joke}Continue reading “These will probably be….”