geegee1959
Well-Known Member
With Halloween almost here,i was wondering if anyone has any Ghost stories to share Horsey or other?
Not really a ghost story but..........a couple of Christmas Eve's ago all my family had gone up to see to the horses early evening, by the time the horses were done and eating their feeds it had got dark, one of those lovely cold nights, no wind, no moon but millions of stars. We were sat on the railings waiting for them to finish up eating and I swear to god we all heard sleigh bells! The yard was in the middle of nowhere at the end of a long track, no near neighbours, no roads, nothing! Sent shivers down my spine!
My friend and I went back to the yard after a day out at about 7pm in the evening. Our horses stables were at the opposite end of the barn to where we had parked so after saying hello to them we had to walk back through half the barn after turning the light off. As we were walking I thought I heard a man's voice say 'hello'! I thought I was hearing things when my friend said 'did you hear that?'! Well we ran back and put the light on and then went round the yard checking each stable and all our storage bays shouting 'hello is anyone there'. Our yard is on a working farm so could have been a farm hand. Well nothing. When happy there was no one there we turned the light off again and ran out of the yard!
I mentioned it to the yard manager and she said her daughter was convinced the yard was haunted so we could well have heard a ghost! I try very hard not to be last on the yard and when I am I park my car at the end (not really supposed to) right next to the light switch!
Well I normally keep quiet about this as people tend to think you are deranged .
The house where I grew up was also the house my Father grew up in was an old Victorian Pile complete with brick built stables and two paddocks at the back that would have originally been used for the carriage horses of the house and during my fathers childhood the hunters and riding horses of the family.
We had many things happening that all revolved around our horses and animals;
One night the photograph of my mothers horse Sandy flew off the sideboard for no reason at all, she put it back and carried on reading her book, when it flew off again she says she clearly heard a voice saying Go to Sandy she went out to the yard to find Sandy down in his stall suffering the first signs of colic.
Quite often when you were in the yard the horses would look past you and whicker to something/someone you could not see.
Sometimes you would look out of the window and see all three horses standing by the paddock gate whickering and rubbing up against something.
Our family dog could be seen sitting perfectly still wagging his tail and offering his paw to no one.
You could always smell pipe smoke in the tack room but no one in the family smoked.
My father always used to say looks like Danny is here again turns out Danny was the young groom who used to work at the house but was killed in World War II in 1940. He remembered him as a lovely gentle young man whom all of the horses he was looking after adored, he also used to smoke a pipe. Dad assumed that Danny had come back to look after our horses in the place that he loved.
Over the years many many things happened and it just became the norm to go to the stables in the morning and say "morning Danny" and "Night Danny" last thing. None of our animals were in the slightest bit worried by it.
Danny stayed around up until we had the last horse we kept at the house put to sleep in 1993 (my Father's Hunter aged 28) then seemed to disappear. My Mother sold the house in 2006 following my Fathers death to move into sheltered accommodation.
Truth being stranger than fiction I still have friends in the village and went back last year to visit. Met up with the new owners of the house in the pub and asked if all was well and did they love living there as much as we did to be told, we love it but really odd that since we bought our daughter a pony we keep smelling pipe tobacco in what you used to use as a tack room.