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Authors: Darren W. Ritson
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Giltstone Rock. The vessel sank within a few minutes with the loss of the entire crew, leaving no sound but the peal of the church bells of Whitehaven. The followingChristmas the Betsy Jane was seen again from the shore and has continued her ghostly voyage ever since.
T HE R ECTOR ’ S S PECTRE – S T P ETER ’ S , D ORCHESTER
It is said that the Revd Nathaniel Templeman, who was the rector of St Peter’s Church in Dorchester, died in 1813 and his body was subsequently buried in the church itself. By all accounts he was a strict member of the clergy and was known to have kept a close eye on his parishioners.
On Christmas Eve the following year two of the church wardens were in the church preparing it for Christmas and decorating the aisles. When they completed their tasks they decided to have a rest and drink a sly glass or two of the communion wine that was being stored in the vestry. As they got comfortable on the wooden pews, they suddenly felt that they were not alone.
Before they had a chance to get even one mouthful of wine, they were confronted by the ghost of Nathaniel Templeman. He thundered his way down the church aisle, hands raised and a displeasing look upon his face. Although it was clear that the rector was shouting and yelling at the men, no sounds emerged – a bit like watching the television with the volume turned off. One man dropped to his knees and began to pray, and the other just simply passed out. The phantom rector then made his way to the altar before disappearing into thin air.
The rector was obviously very much annoyed with the two wardens for stealing the communion wine. Making the point in the way he did ensured that these two opportunists would think twice before helping themselves to Church property again.
C AR C RASH AT C HRISTMAS
Many years ago, a couple from South Tyneside went to stay with some of their family in South Africa for the Christmas and New Year period. When they got there, they were told a chilling ghost tale which, by all accounts, was true. The story was relayed to the family on Christmas Eve, days after the actual event.
It was their grandchild who told the story. It appears that he had gone to visit a friend whose parents had decided to go out for an evening drive. Left with the house to themselves, like most teenagers, the two friends had plans for an evening of partying.
However, their plans were short-lived because, shortly after the parents had left, they returned home in a very distressed state.When the boys asked what was wrong, the two adults wasted no time in explaining what had had occurred. They were out driving when they decided to stop somewhere for a bite to eat, and so headed to a pub they knew that sold good food. This pub was ‘out in the sticks’ so to speak, so they were forced to drive down an old, deserted country road.
About halfway down the road the couple noticed a woman standing at the roadside. At this point she must have been about 200ft away. The car approached the woman, who was waving at the car, trying to get them to stop. She looked distressed so the couple pulled over to see if they could help in any way. The husband got out from the car and walked around to the distraught lady. He asked what was wrong but the woman could not speak. He asked again, but still no words came from the lady’s mouth. He asked one final time and, yet again, she uttered no words. She must be in shock, he thought to himself.
Then the woman pointed towards a copse of trees about 50ft away from them. As he looked in the direction she was pointing he noticed something. Upon taking a closer look he was stunned to see the wreckage of a car that had obviously careered off the road and had crashed into the trees. He told the distraught woman not to worry and rushed back to his car to ask his wife to phone for help. When he returned to find the lady, he was dumbfounded to see that she had vanished from the scene altogether. He stopped and thought for a moment,
T HE R ECTOR ’ S S PECTRE – S T P ETER ’ S , D ORCHESTER
It is said that the Revd Nathaniel Templeman, who was the rector of St Peter’s Church in Dorchester, died in 1813 and his body was subsequently buried in the church itself. By all accounts he was a strict member of the clergy and was known to have kept a close eye on his parishioners.
On Christmas Eve the following year two of the church wardens were in the church preparing it for Christmas and decorating the aisles. When they completed their tasks they decided to have a rest and drink a sly glass or two of the communion wine that was being stored in the vestry. As they got comfortable on the wooden pews, they suddenly felt that they were not alone.
Before they had a chance to get even one mouthful of wine, they were confronted by the ghost of Nathaniel Templeman. He thundered his way down the church aisle, hands raised and a displeasing look upon his face. Although it was clear that the rector was shouting and yelling at the men, no sounds emerged – a bit like watching the television with the volume turned off. One man dropped to his knees and began to pray, and the other just simply passed out. The phantom rector then made his way to the altar before disappearing into thin air.
The rector was obviously very much annoyed with the two wardens for stealing the communion wine. Making the point in the way he did ensured that these two opportunists would think twice before helping themselves to Church property again.
C AR C RASH AT C HRISTMAS
Many years ago, a couple from South Tyneside went to stay with some of their family in South Africa for the Christmas and New Year period. When they got there, they were told a chilling ghost tale which, by all accounts, was true. The story was relayed to the family on Christmas Eve, days after the actual event.
It was their grandchild who told the story. It appears that he had gone to visit a friend whose parents had decided to go out for an evening drive. Left with the house to themselves, like most teenagers, the two friends had plans for an evening of partying.
However, their plans were short-lived because, shortly after the parents had left, they returned home in a very distressed state.When the boys asked what was wrong, the two adults wasted no time in explaining what had had occurred. They were out driving when they decided to stop somewhere for a bite to eat, and so headed to a pub they knew that sold good food. This pub was ‘out in the sticks’ so to speak, so they were forced to drive down an old, deserted country road.
About halfway down the road the couple noticed a woman standing at the roadside. At this point she must have been about 200ft away. The car approached the woman, who was waving at the car, trying to get them to stop. She looked distressed so the couple pulled over to see if they could help in any way. The husband got out from the car and walked around to the distraught lady. He asked what was wrong but the woman could not speak. He asked again, but still no words came from the lady’s mouth. He asked one final time and, yet again, she uttered no words. She must be in shock, he thought to himself.
Then the woman pointed towards a copse of trees about 50ft away from them. As he looked in the direction she was pointing he noticed something. Upon taking a closer look he was stunned to see the wreckage of a car that had obviously careered off the road and had crashed into the trees. He told the distraught woman not to worry and rushed back to his car to ask his wife to phone for help. When he returned to find the lady, he was dumbfounded to see that she had vanished from the scene altogether. He stopped and thought for a moment,
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