Ghostly encounters in Moreton-in-Marsh are so numerous to list them all here would be enough however to wet your appetite, a few spooky chills to chill the blood and send shivers down your spine.There are those who claim the Manor House Hotel is haunted by Dame Creswycke, along with incidents usually associated with poltergeist activity.
The Redesdale Arms Hotel is situated across from the Manor House Hotel and it's been said that ghostly footsteps echo throughout its corridors.
There's also accounts of a ghostly male figure, and unaccountable noises at the White Hart Royal Hotel.
And there's the case of the lonely spirit at the Bell Inn... give that poor ghost a hug, it's reported it likes to cuddle every now and then.
Further poltergeist activity has been reported at the Black Bear Inn... Fred is fond of moving and influencing objects.
With an history of haunting, visitors to Leamington House have recently been overcome by a strong and sudden smell of orange blossom.
Further afield at the Fire Service College, which has been built on the grounds of a WWII airfield, a hot bed of strange stories not in the least the one that features... yes you guessed it, the ghost of a WWII aeroplane. more...
Staying at the Hunters Hall Hotel in Kingscote, near Tetbury in Gloucestershire, a Mr. Scragg reported that his girlfriend was convinced their room (No.1) was haunted by a sheet grabbing spectre at the end of the bed. Hotel staff admit that 'strange things have been known to happen'...
...and then there's the tale of the couple who stayed at the Bell Hotel in Thetford, so secure in their choice of hotel, they only found out about the haunted room when they 'checked out'!
Hartford Hall Hotel near Northwich in Cheshire is a 17th century former Manor House and Nunnery, where the restless spirit of a nun, who was buried within the walls of the nearby Abbey, allegedly haunts the landscape gardens, private lake and hotel.
Port Isaac, with its secret beaches, haunted churchyards, and tiny harbours was a haven to smugglers. As you stand on ragged clifftops, looking out over storm blown seas, imagine the ghastly spectre of Cruel Copinger, Cornwall's most notorious pirate, eyes a-blaze, his spectral grin glaring out at you from the helm of his ship 'the black prince'. You turn to flee in terror of the shambling smuggler to what you imagine is the relative safety of the medieval fishing village. Your footsteps echo through the narrow, twisting streets, and geranium-filled alleyways. Every shadow holds black secrets, the screech of a cat turns your spine to jelly... its easy to see why tales of myth and legend are part and parcel of Port Issac and the surrounding countryside.



































