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LeighamFox

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#1603 15 Oct 2026 at 8.32pm

In reply to Post #1602
Me too but such a wired thing.

Only thing I do know is I didn't have a spare ring the next morning.😀

vossy1

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#1602 15 Oct 2026 at 6.27pm

In reply to Post #1601
I'm now thinking alien abduction and I hope she's fit.
😂

LeighamFox

Posts: 158

#1601 15 Oct 2026 at 6.17pm

About 7yrs ago fishing Layfields in Norfolk late Oct early Nov.

So I have the lake to myself low cloud about 100ft and a slight mist on a flat calm lake. So it's about 10pm had my meal and on my last can for the day. It's time to make sure the rods are fine before bed and my last smoke of the day. Out I go and light up and all of a sudden it seems lighter than it was. First though just my eyes adjusting.

Then all of a sudden the light moves and I look up to see a very bright light above the cloud. I would say the main beam was about 18inc wide then spread out. But no sound at all and then it starts to zig zag above me for maybe a minute. Then all of a sudden lights out dark sky and still not a sound.

A couple of minutes later about half to a mile away bingo the light switches on stationary to start with again. I'm now thinking alien abduction and I hope she's fit. Then the zig zaging starts again. Ok it's a drone and someone's having a laugh. Then after a couple of minutes it's lights out again. So thinking I'll have another smoke while wondering what I'd seen. All of a sudden the lights on again right above my head then after a minute or 2 the zig zaging again. About 5 mins this time and then nothing. I sat out for about an hour and even phoned a mate and told him but nothing else.

So yes a drone I guess but private? With GPS or heating seeking? Also a huge search light on it. Or military or just the aliens didn't fancy me. Or did they an implant this memory.

Hoping some of you have some spooky memories or even pics to share.

Chuffy

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#1600 13 Sept 2025 at 8.06pm

In reply to Post #1198
Having been a fan of this thread since its inception I had to read it all again the other day. I've always loved the Tony Mile's stories posted here from his book ‘Big Fish Angling' so thought sod it and bought a copy off eBay. It's actually a great book and I highly recommend it.

Vibez87

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#1599 7 Jul 2025 at 4.46pm

Great thread. I remember reading most of the posts a few years ago but stumbled upon it again on this new account.

Definitely going to regret reading these though when it comes to my next night fishing trip.

Personally i've not experienced anything that hasn't had some logical explanation (and i hope i don't ever) but my sister and mother had lots of instances over the years.

Something about elephant ornaments facing the wrong way and such things.

madi

Posts: 345

#1598 6 Jul 2025 at 1.36pm

Great stories, kept me captivated on the bank last night

Belch

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#1597 2 Jul 2025 at 2.25pm

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Awesome story, and nicely scribed! Pics feels like they could be from the film 'The Others' which is one of my favs and arguably one of Nicole Kidmans finest!

I've always been cynical about the supernatural on the whole; but as you describe you cannot escape the 'feelings' when your presented with a paranormal situation; its like your body and mind are alerting / trying to protect you . . .

Mistabite

Posts: 1248

#1596 2 Jul 2025 at 12.57pm

In reply to Post #1594
Ahh that chair did my head in haha... In the winter pic you can see (just about) that there is something under the right hand rear leg which is a bit of broken brick.

I have no idea why two broken chairs were put there but they were otherwise identical. The broken parts of the first chair are there on the floor, so maybe it broke there and then they put the less broken second one there?

It was my spot, no one else ever went there and in the winter pic those footsteps are all mine.

That really was a conundrum I never worked out.

It was my pleasure to write these, I have sat on them for a number of years but they deserved to be told, and I'm glad to have a great audience to tell them to here.

I always check back to this thread hoping to see more stories, so I hope there are many more to come

Mistabite

Posts: 1248

#1595 2 Jul 2025 at 12.50pm

In reply to Post #1593
It really was pot luck how I ended up getting to live there, the advert was on Rightmove so open to all but it was local knowledge that helped me realise what living there meant - with the access and location not really being acknowledged in the advert.

It also was a sad place at times, the green man was supposed to be the joker and the grey lady and daughter very sad.

Another story that struck me as both happy and sad (but more sad, sorry!) was the young girl who was a final resident of the estate, and aged 12 wrote a book about her time there and this contains many ghost stories.

There is an analysis and pdf file here if you want to take a look, the pdf file has some stories from the book.

I am off to buy a copy of the book now, only just learned about it and am very excited to read it

https://journalofjuveniliastudies.com/index.php/jjs/article/view/104

whataclonker

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#1594 30 Jun 2025 at 8.32pm

In reply to Post #1592
It certainly looks like the same chair from the photos & the "new" slats are weathered..

Another fantastic read.

You've really spoiled us with these stories - Thank you!

vossy1

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#1593 30 Jun 2025 at 7.54pm

In reply to Post #1592
What a fabulous place to have access to, though its quite sad in a way too, I've come away from it feeling sorry for the little girl

Mistabite

Posts: 1248

#1592 30 Jun 2025 at 2.47pm

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Part 7 - continued

I was so happy to see someone in that stairwell window, it was a young child. As I neared the window I could see their face, but it was blank! Just skin with no features, no eyes and no mouth! I closed my eyes in disbelief, when they opened a second later the child was gone.

Absolutely raging with fear by now, I scrambled the few hundred yards further until I reached the safely of the guards hut.

That was to be the piece of proof that gave me my answer as to whether to believe, and having racked my brains I am 100% certain I did not just freak out in that chapel, although I think and have come to accept that the windows thing and child's face was me freaking out to the max. I can still feel the icy cold yet seemingly innocent feel of the child's hand. If there was a debate in my mind I would say, but there is none.

The security guard explained that the chapel was home to a bomb shelter but it had earlier been an escape route from the main house in case it was under siege or attack. There was reportedly a tunnel directly from the main house to the chapel and one of the known ghosts in the house can be seen on Wikipedia -

"The ghost of a young child allegedly haunts the library and the Fleur de Lys room; the child has supposedly been heard crying, and attempts to hold visitors' hands. Folklore holds that the Grey Lady was the child's mother."

Soon after this I left Bramshill Estate and moved in to a house with my girlfriend at the time. That was a mixed blessing because the stories that give me nightmares are from that relationship - and not the 14 ghosts of the Bramshill Estate!

Mistabite

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#1591 30 Jun 2025 at 2.45pm

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Bramshill House - part 7 - The final chapter!

Having had some success with the winter carping on the shallow lake, when the lakes froze over I headed to the other side of the mansion house to the river which held clonking great chub under a stone bridge.

This was at the rear entrance of the estate, and from this side the house looked even more spooky to me.

I hadn't really ventured much further than the bridge so far, since it was such a long walk down to the river I really hadn't had the energy to walk past some good fishing.

It was eerily lonely down there, I had first ventured there when I was a bit sad and that feeling never went away, I'm not sure if it was just me or how lonely it felt in general. The front gate was locked up completely and braced by impressive gatehouses that I just admired from a distance with them being maybe another half mile from the bridge.

This one day I wandered down to the bridge and took a lunch with me, and so I had the energy to continue exploring further down the river after fishing the bridge and then lunch.

There were several follies on the site, I didn't know what they were before seeing these ones - I learned they are decorative buildings that are just to enhance the estate with no real purpose and were popular in the 18th and 19th centuries.

The willow tree was just as far as could be seen from the bridge, and as I turned it's corner there was a folly in a prime position on the bend of the river - I had finally found the chapel that the guard had mentioned to me months before.

It was smaller than I had imagined, but mightily impressive with it's stained glass windows and ornate roof, certainly in keeping with the Jacobean architecture of the main house which some of the other follies were not.

The thick wooden door was chained and padlocked but had been pushed in enough to squeeze through... As I peered in I saw that the wooden floor had collapsed but there was one part that remained intact, a metal hatch type door.

I mulled it over outside as I walked around the chapel, was it an escape tunnel from the house or something? I decided I had to investigate further.

As I entered the chapel again I investigated the hatch, half imagining zombies trapped inside that I would unleash if I opened the door. As I pushed the door a little it swung open with a creak to reveal.... A bomb shelter!? It looked untouched in there, I was just thinking how much dust and cobwebs there were and checking out what littered the room such as old oil lamps when I felt a hand slip itself in to mine!

Clearly a child's hand, it felt soft but icy cold and the chill went straight through my body making me shiver in fear. I froze in that room not knowing how to quickly get out, then I just turned and ran as fast as I could but it was no use - I was still miles away from anyone or anything.

I made it back to the chub bridge again and looked back down the river to make sure I couldn't see the chapel. I was sweating buckets by now so I left my tackle where it lay and headed back up the long driveway to the front of the main house.

Nothing really happened along the way, I didn't feel pursued or anything but I knew I wanted to get back to civilisation as it felt so lost down there and I admit, I was scared out of my mind in broad daylight.

I neared the old police apartment blocks which were set around a central square, these ones were completely deserted and only the block I lived in was inhabited.

As I entered the square, every window had a reflection of me that I could see... Even when the angle shouldnt have let me see a reflection. Everything pointed at me and I was viciously aware of eyes on me through the many windows. I legged it through there thinking I would make it to the safety of my own apartment block.

As I rounded the corner to my block, I could see the large windows at the bottom of the stairwell. This was just before my entrance and several families lived there.

Mistabite

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#1590 30 Jun 2025 at 12.41pm

Bramshill House - Part 6

Almost a year had passed since I had moved into the Bramshill Estate, and since the first fishing session on the main lake we had several uneventful repeat attempts night fishing around the five lakes within the grounds which were dotted around the 260 acre estate.

By now, the first fishing trip had been analysed to death by our wider group of friends, with some saying it was an elaborate prank that I had orchestrated with my friend's wife to call him home, and that I had doubled back behind Mark to surprise him and make it look like I had circled the lake! The simplicity of explaining things away in the pub glossed over the fact that there were no call records to show my friend did speak to his wife, and the friend who stayed with our bivvies corroborated my version events - since he saw me go past the bivvies and back round the 18 acre lake to Mark.

As time passed and I grew used to the strangeness of the place, it seemed there were some events that could be explained away and nothing felt as concrete as what happened on that first trip. Having heard the tales of the importance of Christmas ghost stories within the mansion I thought that might be the time of year for something more to happen. I was mildly surprised when the festivities passed uneventfully, but it certainly was a special time to enjoy the grounds and I was happy to spend time there with friends and family.

“So, do you believe in ghosts now then?” one of my visitors has asked at dinner. I don't remember how I answered but it set a train of thoughts going.... Lots of the things that I had experienced were easily explainable in the cold light of day... A lot of the time it was just how the place made you feel...

In December I had found a lake in the woods that was down a long driveway with very tall pine trees, which created a canopy overhead making it pitch black at night. I did some days fishing in January and used to walk home about 6.30pm for my tea, although I had gotten lost trying to find my way through the woods back to the driveway several times before. This time I found the road first time, good job really because the gear I was carrying now felt as heavy as lead with the straps cutting into my chest and neck. I became so intensely aware of how vulnerable I was at this point, when I noticed some red eyes in the trees. Those weren't unusual, there was a herd of white fallow deer that used to stalk the forest and those, being albino I think, had piercing red eyes in torchlight - combined with their white coats they either looked majestic or spooky depending on how well they sneaked up on you.

I never did get a good photo of the deer!

This time the piercing red eyes seemed different, much bigger, and I felt a spiritual fear with a sense of impending harm. “It's just a deer, it's all in your head so just keep going” I thought as I chuckled to myself that if a beast did attack I would hold up my trusty unhooking mat as protection! It didn't feel like a deer though, and as I ambled down the lane it followed... and with every time I spotted its red eyes it was getting closer as if it was going to cross my path just as I reached the security barrier.

Needless to say, I made it home unscathed and I filed this story away as just another show of how things can seem menacing but end up OK in the end. I started to think that perhaps it was possible that I was just highly a strung due to the many stories of the Bramshill dogs... which some believed were real wild dogs and some said were spirit dogs roaming the woods. Whichever they were they could clearly be heard around the estate, especially at night.

I looked it up on google when I got back, dogs can have red eye reflections but still I was no closer to knowing the answer to the question of whether I really felt I believed in spirits beyond any doubt what so ever.... It was as much help as the mysterious broken chair that appeared ‘out of nowhere' at my thinking spot in the summer, only to be fixed as if it had never been broken by the time winter came.... Perhaps it was a different chair?

braders1978

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#1589 30 Jun 2025 at 5.48am

In reply to Post #1588
Nick the bailiff knows,me and my nephew fished the bank on your right as you walk to Christchurch.We had a bloke come around to us on the Saturday morning,he was pale and come move in the swim next to me.He was telling us about weird goings on around there and how his bivvy went freezing cold on a hot summers night.I chose never to fish around there after that,when I mentioned it to Nick he seemed to know a bit about it


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