In June 2007, several Hollow Hill investigators spent the night in the haunted wing of the Falcon. It was comfortable and quiet, even though our rooms [...]]]> The Falcon Hotel (Stratford-upon-Avon) is haunted. It’s one of England’s most charming hotels, with 20 rooms in its haunted 16th-century wing, and 64 rooms in the more modern wing.

In June 2007, several Hollow Hill investigators spent the night in the haunted wing of the Falcon. It was comfortable and quiet, even though our rooms overlooked the street.

Though we had a good night’s sleep, we encountered a variety of low-level paranormal phenomena. Odd noises, unexplained chills, creaking floorboards with no one there… it was routine for a cozy, haunted hotel.

However, we’d heard that one room at the hotel is especially haunted. It’s a corner room in the 16th century wing.

It was one of the silliest hauntings I’ve seen in awhile… but, the UK is like that. It has the widest possible range of ghostly phenomena.

We were lucky to have access to the room. I was in the lobby and overheard a guest talking about how chilly his room had been, but he couldn’t find the air conditioning controls. He moved to another room, and his previous (chilly) room had been prepared for new guests… but the door was left open.

Our team had a few minutes to explore the room, which seemed elegant and very comfortable.

Our EMF readings and pendulum work — as well as our ‘gut feelings’ — indicated that the bed was the focal point of the hauntings.

The bed seemed to have a ‘hot spot’ over the center of it. It’s unlikely that the bed itself is haunted. If anything tragic happens in a bed, such as a death, hotels generally replace the bed immediately.

However, an earlier bed in that room might be where something — or several events over the past 400+ years– left an imprint.

Just as ghosts don’t always realize that time has passed, they may not realize that the current bed is different from the one that they slept in, centuries ago.

We each took photos of the bed. I took several with my film camera and at least a dozen with my digital camera.

That’s when this story turned silly.

Only one of my digital photos of the bed shows the bed. The rest show random corners of the room… the kinds of photos I’d never take. The following are two of them.

Although I took five or six photos of a team member using a pendulum, and at least one with my own hand (holding the EMF meter) in the frame, the camera recorded everything but the bed.

I know that this sounds odd, but the other investigators will tell you the same: I took lots of photos of the bed. Only one shows the bed. The rest are photos that I didn’t take.

It’s not a malicious haunting. I wouldn’t hesitate to spend the night in that room, and I’m sure that I’d get a good night’s sleep.

However, I’d be sure to have enough blankets on the bed, in case the room seemed as chilly as described by the previous guest.

His innocent comments about the air conditioning convinced me that the room is haunted.

The reason is simple: In early June 2007, the Falcon Hotel didn’t have air conditioning. He was describing a large ‘cold spot’ around the bed.

(Of course, if it’s a sultry night, that’s probably the room you’ll want to be in.  Ask the concierge for information about the hotel’s most haunted room.)

To learn more about the Falcon Hotel in downtown Stratford-upon-Avon, England, or to reserve a room, visit their website: The Legacy Falcon Hotel. (Site will open in a new window.)

Other than that, it’s difficult to generalize about the appearance of a Green Lady.

DARK TALES OF THE GREEN [...]]]> The Green Lady is a unique spirit, and not someone lightly categorized with all brownies or Gruagachs. Every woman who appears as a ‘Green Lady’ wears a rich green gown that usually reaches the ground.

Other than that, it’s difficult to generalize about the appearance of a Green Lady.

DARK TALES OF THE GREEN LADY

In darker legends, the Green Lady is a demon and the gown covers her hairy, goat-like body. In other stories, she is cursed with hooves for feet, and the gown hides them.

In my opinion, those descriptions are about the Green Women, who may be dark, demon-like faeries.  (Listen to my podcast, Green Faeries, at FaerieMagick.com.)

The goat’s body tradition relates to another category of Highland spirits: the Glaistig. In fact, the Green Lady can be called a Ghlaistig uaine, ‘the Green Glaistig.’ Glaistigs are spirits who were once women of title, or at least the mistress of a house.

Each of them has been put under an enchantment. They dislike dogs, prefer to be alone, protect houses, and favor fools and people ‘of weak intellect.’

Of course, that’s another area in which the traditions blur between ghosts, spirits, and faeries.

The Green Glaistigs are rarely seen, but there are stories of the Glaistigs of Ardnacaillich (home of the Macquarries), Donolly Castle, Mernaigh, Dunstaffnage, and many other locations.

In most cases, she is simply called the Green Lady.

FAMOUS GREEN LADY GHOSTS

One of the most famous is the Green Lady of Skipness Castle, by Loch Fyne. She has protected her home and the family in it for centuries. Several times, she created a supernatural confusion among enemies who’d planned to attack the castle. After they left Skipness, their wits returned, but as they marched back towards the Castle, they became confused again.

One Green Lady appears today at Crathes Castle, about 15 miles southwest of Aberdeen City in Scotland. This Green Lady is usually called a “ghost,” and she appears by the fireplace to pick up a ghostly infant. Then they vanish together.

Centuries ago when the castle was renovated, her bones, and those of the baby, were found buried beneath this spot in the castle.

Another reliable place to see a Green Lady, is at the ruins of the castle at Caerphilly, just north of Cardiff in Wales.

Like the Green Man of the forest, she hides herself as ivy around this castle. However, if you watch very closely, she will reveal her presence by moving slightly. Once she knows she has been seen, she will emerge as the gracious and lovely woman that she is, extend a hand in welcome if she likes you, and then she vanishes.

MORE GREEN LADY LOCATIONS

There are no formal reports of a Green Lady outside of the British Isles, but there are some similar tales. We suspect that the Green Lady is a category of ghosts, similar to the Banshees (Bean Sidhe) of Ireland.

For example, there is Ocean-Born Mary, an 18th-century spirit who haunts Henniker, New Hampshire. She wears a green gown, and she had Scottish ancestry.

Likewise, 18th-century ghost Judith Thompson Tyng has been seen in a green gown, in the houses she haunts around Nashua, NH. (See our related articles, including The Haunting of John Alford Tyng.)

However, the Green Lady is most frequently found at castles and homes in Scotland. In fact, ghost hunters can plan vacations to encounter at least one Green Lady.

Additional castles that report Green Lady ghosts include Castle of Park, Banff and Fernie Castle, Fife.

Scotland also boasts castles and homes with other “lady” ghosts, including Grey Ladies and White Ladies.

LINKS: WHERE TO ENCOUNTER A GREEN LADY GHOST

• A Green Lady appears at Caerphilly Castle in Wales. You can read her story at the Cyfarwydd site.
• Another Green Lady protects her baby, and the home, at Crathes Castle.
• Scotland’s Dunstaffnage Castle, is the home of a Glaistig. And read the legend of this Green Lady, by Margaret Campbell.
• Additional Green Ladies are seen at their respective castle homes: Fyvie Castle, near Muchalls Castle (now an hotel), Huntingtower Castle, and probably dozens (hundreds?) of others.
• If you’re planning a trip to Scotland and want to increase your chances of seeing a Green Lady or other spectre, see the list at Travel Scotland’s Haunted Hotels.
• One haunted hotel in Scotland, Tulloch Castle Hotel, even has a painting of the Green Lady who protects it.Thanks to Adam W. for suggesting the subject of The Green Lady for this article.

Also read our article Scottish ghosts – the ‘Green Lady’

In the Highlands, as with many faerie and ghost stories, the macabre is ever-present. Many Highland tales speak of a dangerous Green Lady, but the demonic entity [...]]]> The ‘Green Lady’ of Scotland is either beautiful and protective, or a blood-sucking demon. It all depends upon where you hear the story, and who is telling it.

In the Highlands, as with many faerie and ghost stories, the macabre is ever-present. Many Highland tales speak of a dangerous Green Lady, but the demonic entity is generally considered a Green Woman.

The two are different, but often confused in stories… and that’s what confuses us as researchers, following the trail of the good (or evil) women dressed in green.

I believe that the Green Lady is benevolent spirit who visits her former home by choice,  and the darker imagery comes from a something that is not a ghost.

However, if we combine the stories, the Green Lady seems similar to the Irish Banshee, because she is neither human nor ghost.

Many stories describe the Green Lady as a mortal woman who is under an enchantment, or has already entered the faerie world.  I believe that’s consistent with the Green Women tales of the Scottish Highlands.  (Listen to my podcast, Green Faeries, at FaerieMagick.com)

Whatever her nature, the Green Lady’s appearance is lovely. She is a slender and lovely young woman, with long golden hair. She wears a green gown that reaches the ground.

She is usually associated with water, and there are stories of a beautiful woman arriving at a cottage, dripping wet.

She asks if she can enter the home to warm herself and dry her clothing. If welcomed, she stays for awhile, and then she becomes the home’s own Green Lady.

Each Green Lady protects a particular house, and the family in it. If the family moves, the Green Lady remains in the house and protects the next family to move in.

In this way, the Green Lady differs from the Banshee, which follows and protects a particular family.

The Green Lady can be helpful to farmers. There are many stories of a Green Lady taking care of cattle, herding them into the barn when a storm was coming, or when enemies were nearby.

There is a male counterpart to the Green Lady, but not the “Green Man” of Celtic forest legends. The male version of the Green Lady is a slender, handsome young man who wears red and green. He also protects the house, the family that lives there, and its cattle. However, this male counterpart is rare.

Because she has long hair, the Green Lady is usually called a Gruagach. This is a category of brownie-type spirits of the Scottish Highlands. As soon as you read the word “brownie,” you know that these are generally good spirits, although they sometimes enjoy a practical joke. Any mischief they cause is minor compared with the good that they do.

In Skye, where Gruagachs are usually male, there is a tradition called a “gruagach stone.” This is a stone with a small hole or depression in it. Every night, the family sets out its gruagach stone and leaves a bit of milk in it. This is to thank the home’s own Gruagach for help. A small amount of milk, fresh cream, cake, or bread is acceptable. Anything larger will insult the Gruagach.

However, Green Lady ghosts are seen worldwide. Usually, they have Scottish ancestry. When we hear about the ghost of a woman in a gown, the first question we ask is, “What color was her gown?”

If it’s green, we know that she’s probably a protecting spirit associated with the house.

In our next article, we discuss Scottish ghosts – Where to find a ‘Green Lady‘, with links to places to see one.

Photo credit: Peter van der Hammen

WANDERING THROUGH MORE ROOMS

The rest of our return tour of the Edinburgh underground was troubling, so much that I did not keep notes at the time. These are my current recollections of the site:

We walked through more rooms and then we were [...]]]>

(Continued from Edinburgh vault tour – two ghosts )

WANDERING THROUGH MORE ROOMS

The rest of our return tour of the Edinburgh underground was troubling, so much that I did not keep notes at the time. These are my current recollections of the site:

We walked through more rooms and then we were in a long corridor. At the end of it, I “saw” a crowd of people rushing back and forth, reminding me of subway platforms during the busy commuting hours. However, the people I “saw” were wearing clothing from a variety of eras, including modern-day.

I commented to one of the tour guides (I don’t think it was Ms. Mann), “Look at all the people down there!” The guide said that the area I was pointing at had been opened for Edinburgh foot traffic in recent years. She said it had been used frequently, and that would account for people in modern clothing in my impression.

Often, when I’m giving an important reading, I’m “given” situations that establish my credibility. I was certain that this was why I was prompted to mention the people in modern dress. I had no way to know about that tunnel, and it let the tour guides know that I wasn’t making things up.

STORAGE ROOMS

We continued to two rooms that seemed like storage areas. I recall that the last one seemed to have a silly man behind the door. He was sort of folded up and on the floor. He didn’t understand that he was dead, and he was waiting for someone. He was truly preposterous; common sense should have told him that he was dead.

However, towards the back of that same room, I encountered some grisly energy/images. I saw that there had been leather stored in the room.

Bodies had also been stored there, short term, after they’d been murdered. The murderer had access to the room, and knew that the smell of the leather would disguise any odor from the bodies.

AN ENCOUNTER WITH THE GHOST OF A MURDERER

The murderer looked like the cartoons of (American) Boss Tweed: morbidly obese with a too-small vest that gaped too wide to be buttoned. His skin was greasy. He had stubble on his face. He was almost overwhelmingly repulsive. He dressed in dark clothing, except for a white, blousy shirt. He was gruff and aggressive, and seemed bitterly angry with life in general. He had lost faith in everything, and tyrannized others with his greed and rage.

Only intense experiences seemed to help fill the bottomless well of emptiness inside him.

THE LITTLE GIRL GHOST

Another energy with him was a frail little girl, about five-years-old in appearance, but her health was so poor and she was so skinny, she might have been older and simply looked small.

She had been murdered by the obese man, and was shattered by the event. I remember that her stick-straight hair was almost white, it was so blonde. She was pale and lovely, but too thin and dressed in a shabby blue or brown shift.

She wanted her dolly back. She didn’t mind the poverty, the hunger, or her life on the streets. Mostly, she wanted her dolly back, as if that would make the rest of it bearable.

At that point, I was overtaken by her grief, and started to cry inconsolably. As I communicated empathically with and for the little girl, I didn’t understand why this man killed small children.

He seemed relentlessly evil and cruel. He killed abandoned children of the streets of Edinburgh, and perhaps workers in what we’d call “sweat shops,” but this was probably well before the Industrial Era.

I do not know why he killed, and I’m not even certain if this crime spree was reported in the newspaper of the time. It was as if these children–and their brief lives–meant nothing.

All that I can say is, it was awful.

THE TOUR ENDS QUICKLY

The “tour” ended then, quite abruptly. I’d opened myself too much to the available energy, and the grief I’d received from this little girl was too much for me. Distraught and embarrassed, I left the underground location with the group, apologizing for the sour conclusion to the evening.

We left Scotland the next day, and continued our tour of the U.K. and Ireland.

A month later, in Ireland, I met one of the tourists who’d been with the group on that return tour. She wanted to know if I’d been able to figure out the identity of Child #3, or anything else I’d witnessed.

I hadn’t, but I felt much better about the way the evening had ended when she said that my collapse into tears had not spoiled the experience, but in fact made it more “spooky” for her.

RETURNING FOR MORE?

I’d love to go back and visit the underground areas again, though I expect that modern-day energy of tourists who’ve been through, will mute many of the impressions which had been crystal-clear in 1996.

I’d like to see other haunted areas in Edinburgh, and explore their stories, too. I have a strong feeling that I’m supposed to do this, if that makes sense.

I also hope to find time to review Edinburgh history, and make sense of the lives that I “saw.”

If you have additional information about these ghosts, Edinburgh’s haunted vaults or Mary King’s Close, please add them in comments at the foot of this page. Thank you!

Some other articles in this series about Edinburgh’s vaults:

• Edinburgh vault ghosts
• Edinburgh vault tour – first ghost
• Edinburgh vault tour – two ghosts

Related links:

• Mercat Tours in Edinburgh

TWO GHOSTS FROM DIFFERENT WORLDS

In the next room, there were two energies:

One was a young-ish man from England, with a haircut that I wanted to describe as “different.” In fact, he took pride in his stylish, perhaps trendsetting looks. In my notes [...]]]> (Continued from Edinburgh vault tours – first ghost)

TWO GHOSTS FROM DIFFERENT WORLDS

In the next room, there were two energies:

One was a young-ish man from England, with a haircut that I wanted to describe as “different.” In fact, he took pride in his stylish, perhaps trendsetting looks. In my notes immediately after the tour, I described him as a “lower class smart aleck.” I sensed that he’d lived in the room just briefly, soon getting into deep trouble and living elsewhere as a result.

The second energy was from an older man with a small, rounded body. He was a Bible reader, but why did he hide his Bible? (I know nothing about Edinburgh religious politics in history, as I write this.) I know that he was poor, but he took in younger men who were in even worse financial and spiritual condition, as a kind of personal ministry.

I’m not certain that he was a kindly old man. I didn’t like him.

AN EARLY ‘CASPER’

The final residential/work room that we visited, was the most visually spectral.

I sensed a ghost who was there to be a ghost. In other words, this person knew that he was dead, knew he was a ghost, and was making the most of it. It’s as if he was dedicated to being a ghost. I could “see” someone’s outline with a tricorn-type brimmed hat and rather wide shoulders, but otherwise draped in sparkling sheet-like material. It seemed tacky and cliched, to me.

COBBLERS’ CORNER

The rest of the room was dominated by the energy of someone who worked on shoes. I saw him–and so did two of my children–clearly outlined as a shadow on the wall (and no, this had nothing to do with the colored lights on the floor, intended to add to the “haunted” atmosphere.)

All through the room, I had the sense that this man–and perhaps other workers–had been very industrious, making and/or repairing shoes. I could “hear” the clang of a metal hammer, and “smell” leather. I sensed a large fire there, almost as if it had been a blacksmith’s as well.

But, I don’t know much about shoemaking, so perhaps I am mistaken on that point.

It was in that room that I began manifesting a glowing green misty substance that trailed from my feet as I walked, and then vanished after a few seconds. My children told me about this later, and I was very disappointed that I didn’t notice it.

This story continues in the next article, Edinburgh vault tour – conclusion

FIRST ENCOUNTER – THE MOTHER WITH ‘CHILD NUMBER THREE’

The first room was reached by a stairway from the street level. The room had little lighting, part of the “atmosphere” created for the tour.

On one wall, I saw a fireplace. It had been the center [...]]]> (Continued from Edinburgh – Vault ghosts)

FIRST ENCOUNTER – THE MOTHER WITH ‘CHILD NUMBER THREE’

The first room was reached by a stairway from the street level. The room had little lighting, part of the “atmosphere” created for the tour.

On one wall, I saw a fireplace. It had been the center of life in that room, as it seemed to hold considerable “psychic” energy. I knew it had been a rather smoky fireplace because the lingering image was so clear.

In front of the fireplace, I “saw” a woman, in a shabby linen-like gown and a soiled, austere cap of what seemed to be coarse white linen. From her clothing, I’d guess that she lived in the early 17th century, but I could be wrong.

I knew she’d been highborn, and her father was probably a doctor. She’d married someone far beneath her, and was living in relative squalor. It embarrassed her.

She was too proud to ask her family for help yet, and they were equally uncomfortable dealing with the situation.

I don’t know if he died or just deserted them.

The family had at least four children.

There was a baby in this room, and an older boy whom I call “Child #3.” The mother felt guilty about neglecting the baby, but her focus was on Child #3. She was convinced that he had a future.

For some reason–and this is why I have the sense that her father was a doctor–she insisted upon holding Child #3 up to a small window, to let the light shine on his face. In an otherwise dark existence, this was often his only exposure to sunlight, especially in the winter.

I know that she and her children stayed in this underground dwelling for awhile after she was deserted by her husband. Then they moved away. I know that, after living underground, she became obsessed with light and warmth for her family. When her family lived in this room, she spent most of her time near the fireplace.

I think that the woman swallowed her pride and–with her children–returned to her father’s home.

I have the sense that Child #3 grew up to become someone who’s in the history books. Perhaps he was a politician. I think his family history will be noted in biographies. He can be identified.

Also in the room, to the left I “saw” a closet or some niche in the wall. It was where the woman kept a secret. It was a “good” secret, but something she wanted concealed while she lived there. Perhaps she hid money from her husband.

On the other side of the room, I sense a closet or niche that had something very bad about it. It may have been a damp area, and/or something with a horrid odor. The woman was alarmed by that, but not overwhelmingly afraid. She tried to keep that closet (or niche) closed up.

This story continues in Edinburgh vault tours – two ghosts

I personally guided [...]]]>

Special note from Fiona: Many people talk about their encounters with the ghost of a murdered little girl who haunts Edinburgh’s underground vaults and passageways. The following complete account has been online since mid-1996 as the original encounter with the child’s ghost from the vaults beneath the streets of Edinburgh, Scotland.

I personally guided many of the staff of Mercat Tours through the vaults shortly after they opened for tours in mid-1996. And, I provided them with the information about the ghost of the little girl.

Her story is one of many I shared that evening in May 1996. What follows is a summary of that psychic tour.

Most of the tour was above ground. We saw places where people had been hung, sites where people were buried beneath the pavement, and so on. Standard fare, and great fun as Ms. Mann told clearly exaggerated tales.

However, our last stop was “the vaults,” an underground area which had once provided housing and workplaces for some of Edinburgh’s poor. Our tour was among the first to explore these dark rooms and corridors, which had been closed for over a century.

STEPPING BENEATH THE STREETS

From the moment I looked around the grim setting, I felt that we were not alone. Oh, we had about a dozen other tourists with us, but it was more than that. The room held a lingering sense of immense sorrow and hardship.

The sensations in the rooms became more sinister as the tour conintued. I could see the outline of figures, and the rooms threatened to transform into something dark and tragic.

I was troubled and intrigued, but it was still a jovial tour so I didn’t say anything.

At the conclusion of the tour, we returned to the street level, and entered a comfortable pub where we sat around and chatted happily about the different sights we’d seen that night.

A few of the tourists left for their respective lodgings, and then the conversation turned serious as we discussed “real” ghosts. I offered to return to the underground area and see if I could “pick up” any extra information, since I have seen ghosts in the past.

Not all of the patrons were eager to return underground, but many did follow our guide Ms. Mann as she led us back underground. We were accompanied by several tour guides-in-training, who’d joined us at the pub.

Our other articles in this series:

• Next article: Edinburgh vault tour – first ghost
• Edinburgh vault tour – two ghosts
• Edinburgh vault tour – conclusion
  

However, Bath’s memorable history isn’t merely marked with plaques [...]]]> Bath is one of the loveliest cities in the United Kingdom. It features winding streets, superb museums, fabulous shopping, and a history including Roman ruins. Fans of ‘Pride and Prejudice’ will enjoy the famous Regency-era Pump Room as well as the Jane Austen Centre.

However, Bath’s memorable history isn’t merely marked with plaques and museums, but perhaps by the very people who lived in those historic times.

Bath is a very haunted city, and a perfect destination for an extended holiday or vacation.

Here are a few of Bath’s most famous ghosts:

The man in the black hat

Easily Bath’s most famous and most-seen ghost, the man in the black hat is dressed in late 18th-century attire and sometimes wears a billowing black cloak. He’s regularly seen around the Assembly Rooms. For the best results, look for him at Saville Row and Bennett Street. [ map ]

Freezing Hill

Several ghosts have appeared in the vicinity of Freezing Hill, just outside Bath. Most of these phantoms are from the 17th century, when this hill was the site of the bloody Battle of Lansdown.

The best opportunity to see these ghosts is from The Park, a 240 acre estate featuring a Jacobean mansion that is now an hotel. You can also enjoy a fine meal at The Oakwood Restaurant, and play golf at their Crown and Cromwell courses. [ map ]

The Royal Crescent [ map ]

It’s not a movie that’s being filmed at the Royal Crescent when you see an elegant coach drawn by four horses. Instead, you’re witnessing a residual haunting, repeating the elopement of Elizabeth Linley of No. 11, with Irish playwright and politician Richard Brinsley Sheridan.

Sheridan was not Miss Linley’s only suitor. Captain Thomas Mathews (a married man) and Lord Sheridan fought two duels–with swords–over the lovely Miss Linley.

Sheridan may have won her hand in marriage, but he later proved unfaithful. Elizabeth contracted tuberculosis and died at age 38. A bronze plaque at number 11 Royal Crescent marks the address from which she eloped.

The Theatre Royal the Garrick’s Head pub, at St. John’s Place and Saw Close [ map ]

The Theatre Royal and Garrick’s Head are next door to each other. Their ghost stories seem to be interwoven, and the ghosts congenially wander from one building to the other.

At least two ghosts appear in this area. One is an unfaithful wife and the other is her lover, from the 18th century. The lover was killed by the husband, and the wife committed suicide. Look for a woman (some say there are at least two) in a grey dress. The lover is handsome and well-dressed.

A second anomaly is noted at the Theatre Royal: A tortoiseshell butterfly appears there during the pantomime run each year, which is not butterfly season.

The Garrick’s Head pub offers both smoking and non-smoking sections, and is less than a half mile from Bath Spa rail station. (It’s also near Popjoy’s Restaurant, listed below.)

For more info: Call the Garrick’s Head, tel. 01225 318368, or visit the website of the Theatre Royal.

Popjoy’s Restaurant, Saw Close, tel. 01225 460494

Many visit this former home of Richard “Beau” Nash for the fine food. However, the restaurant hosts at least two ghosts, both of them women. One is Juliana Popjoy, the 18th-century mistress of Beau Nash.

The other ghost is Janice (or perhaps Janet). She is more modern, dressed in attire best suited to the 1960′s. She dines alone and looks perfectly normal until she vanishes.

The Beehive Public House, 3 Belvedere – Lansdowne Road, at the corner of Julian Road

‘Bunty’, a serving girl from the Victorian Era or slightly earlier, appears in the kitchen of The Beehive, a popular Bath public house.

Crystal Palace Tavern, 10-11 Abbey Green, tel. 0870 3305191 [ map ]

A hooded figure–perhaps a monk–appears at this tavern when he is concerned that the structure may change, such as during repairs or redecorating. He usually appears briefly and is fairly transparent.

Julia, of Queens Square

This jilted bride has been seen strolling around the Square in her white gown.

References and recommended sites:

Ghost Walks of Bath, fast-paced information-filled tour sets off from near Garricks Head pub many evenings at 8 p.m. Call for details: +44 (0)1225 350512 Read review.

Join Haunting Breaks for real, paranormal investigations. They’re among the UK’s premiere ghost hunters.

For more ghost information, visit Mystical WWW’s Ghosts Today, and the Paranormal Database.

Bath travel info at Bath.co.uk, Travel Britain, and VisitBritain.com.

And, for a lighthearted, informal view of ghosts and ghost hunting, visit Ghosts 2 Ghosts.

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Photos of Bath, England are courtesy of Ingrid Rasmussen and VisitBritain.com.

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