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**FILE NO. 26 of 31 - LAST BREATH**Tonight night we open window.Old folklore says last week October veil thin enough hou...
25/10/2026

**FILE NO. 26 of 31 - LAST BREATH**

Tonight night we open window.

Old folklore says last week October veil thin enough house itself needs to exhale. Grandmother called it Last Breath one cold intentional breath out into dark make room whatever trying get back in.

How taught: Wait until full dark. Light single candle place on sill. Open sash window just enough let night air bite. Will see breath. That's point. Breathe out slowly one long last breath summer everything holding since last Samhain let cold take it.

Don't close straight away. Count seven. Listen. Old houses around here they say you'll hear answer — sigh back rustle or just house settling as it lets go.

Did it tonight in archive room. Candle flickered hard air turned ice and for second swear dark outside breathed back.

The previous occupant warned them not to sleep in that bedroom. They ignored her. Then, at night, they began hearing som...
25/10/2026

The previous occupant warned them not to sleep in that bedroom. They ignored her. Then, at night, they began hearing someone walking above the ceiling.

GEORGE — THE FOOTSTEPS ABOVE THE BEDROOM
The Midnight Case Files | Lenton, Nottinghamshire

THE WARNING
In April 1940, Bill and Gladys Barsby moved into Lenton Firs Farm with their family. As the previous occupants departed, Mrs Blatherwick offered an unusual piece of advice: avoid sleeping in one particular bedroom because it was haunted. The Barsbys were not especially troubled by the prospect and used the room anyway. Over the following years, however, they heard what sounded like footsteps overhead during the night. They gave their unseen visitor a name: George.

THE SEARCH ABOVE
The family examined the loft for rats, owls and even footprints, but found nothing to account for the sounds. Their recollections, recorded in The Lenton Listener in 1985, describe people who retained doubts about ghosts while remaining unable to explain what they heard. There is no reported face at a window or figure beside the bed. George’s presence was the sound of movement above a room they had already been warned about.

FINDING THE RIGHT HOUSE
When I followed this account, the building names needed untangling. The short entry places George at “Lenton Hall”, with Lenton Firs Farm given as another name. But the local history material distinguishes the farmhouse from its grand neighbour. Lenton Hall became Hugh Stewart Hall, while the farm stood beside it. A third property, Lenton Firs house, was the residence of brewer Sir Thomas Shipstone. That distinction matters: a photograph of a handsome surviving mansion could easily become attached to footsteps reported in an entirely different building.

A FARM BESIDE A CHANGING WORLD
The surviving images helped put the family back into their surroundings. There is Bill Barsby with a bull, horses bringing home hay, and a wartime photograph of recovering servicemen visiting the farm. Lenton Firs house became a convalescent home after Shipstone’s death in 1940. The wider estate was moving into a new chapter, with its houses adapted for institutional use. Meanwhile, the Barsbys continued farming beside the expanding university. Their older son Bryan later contributed his memories to another local history article, preserving more of the life of a place that has largely vanished from view.

THE HOUSE THAT DISAPPEARED
The Barsbys remained at the farm until 1955, then moved their operation to East Leake as university development advanced. The local history society places the former buildings around the area subsequently occupied by Cripps Hall and a later Hugh Stewart Hall extension. One surviving drawing by D. Piggott shows the emptied farm awaiting demolition, the larger hall rising behind it. Looking at that image, I found myself returning to the bedroom. Its walls and ceiling were about to disappear, taking away any possibility of returning to the room described by the family.

WHO WAS GEORGE?
George was the name the Barsbys chose for whatever they believed they were hearing. No identity survives in their account, and Mrs Blatherwick’s warning takes the bedroom’s reputation back beyond their arrival without telling us how it began. The farmhouse is gone now. What remains is a departing woman’s warning, a family who disregarded it, and the footsteps that eventually sent them searching above their own ceiling.

25/10/2026

**FILE NO. 25 of 31 - FAMILIARS**

Deep October Archive tonight chills.

Case Entry Essex 1673 trial Elizabeth Mortlake. When searched cottage didn't find poison poppets at first found cat. Sleek black familiar named simply Mopp court records who according to witnesses did sit at foot bed speak no words godly man could understand.

This changed everything during later English witch trials. Not just herbs healing anymore about companions. Familiar spirit. Owning cat toad hare mouse slept home could be presented evidence made pact. Animals weren't pets eyes court imps granted by Devil do bidding suckle blood carry messages.

What breaks heart reading transcripts how ordinary these women were. Elizabeth kept Mopp because mice eating grain stores. Widow living alone. Cat was company.

Yet in book this exact illustration 1680 just seven years after trial you can see how demonized that bond. Black cat by moonlight eyes glowing painted as demon rather than what truly was: companion.

An exorcism at a church in Lenton was said to have failed. The phantom at the centre of the story has come down to us wi...
24/10/2026

An exorcism at a church in Lenton was said to have failed. The phantom at the centre of the story has come down to us without a name, without an identity, and with one oddly specific feature: a goatee.

THE MIDNIGHT CASE FILES
THE MAN WITH THE GOATEE
Lenton, Nottinghamshire

The story belongs to the Priory Church of St Anthony on Gregory Street, Old Lenton. During the mid-to-late twentieth century, the church was said to be haunted by a male figure with a goatee. An exorcism was reportedly performed at the site, but the attempt was said to have been unsuccessful.
That is the surviving outline. There is no precise year, no named witness and no account of what happened during the ceremony. The description preserves a detail someone might recognise on an ordinary passing stranger, yet almost everything that could tell us who he was has slipped away.
When I started looking into the church itself, I found a building whose history had already involved destruction, survival and a return from near ruin.

THE CHURCH THAT ALMOST DISAPPEARED
St Anthony’s stands beside the remains of Lenton Priory, a religious community founded before 1108. The present church is thought to incorporate parts of the chapel associated with the priory’s Hospital of St Anthony, described in the church history research as a charitable almshouse for men. It should not be confused with the much larger monastic church that once stood nearby.
The priory was dissolved in 1538. Its last prior, Nicholas Heath, whose name appears under several spellings, was executed. That gives the surrounding ground a troubled history, but I found nothing identifying him as the man with the goatee. His name belongs to the documented history; the phantom’s identity remains open.
Centuries later, the little church faced another upheaval. After the new Holy Trinity church opened in 1842, the old building was partly demolished. Its nave became a roofless shell. An old photograph shows ivy spreading across the broken remains, with the surviving chancel beside them. Yet worship continued or resumed in the chancel and vestry. Even while part of the church stood in ruins, people still gathered inside what remained.

THE NEWSPAPER THAT TAKES US BACK INSIDE
I found an original report in the Nottingham Evening Post dated 5 December 1884. Its subject was the restoration of Lenton Priory Church, and it recorded that the reopening services had begun the previous day.
Architects Evans and Jolley had transformed the surviving structure into a church capable of holding about 400 people. As much old walling as possible had been retained. Because the ground was damp, the wooden floor had been raised, leaving a ventilated space beneath it.
The report also preserves the smaller details of that opening day. Rain prevented the planned procession from the school to the church. The clergy had to robe in the vestry instead. A large congregation attended despite the weather, and the collection raised nearly £74, although around £220 was still needed to clear the restoration debt.
These are the things that bring the building back into focus: wet weather, crowded worshippers, old walls incorporated into new work. The church in the ghost story had already been taken apart and put back together.

WHAT SURVIVED WITHIN THE WALLS
There are older fragments still woven into its fabric. Medieval carving was reused in a sanctuary step. An archaeological account records a worn priest’s grave slab marked with a chalice and a book, and another medieval slab partly concealed behind the organ.
Outside, the churchyard contains family tombs and memorials, including the Stretton sarcophagus and the Wright family vault. Some older grave markers were moved against the boundary walls in 1949. These records give us names, dates and physical traces of people connected with the place. None supplies a supported identity for the apparition.
The photographs also preserve the church’s twentieth-century community: Sunday school children in 1948, parishioners giving donations, the choir gathered for a later opening. Ordinary moments from a place that carried an extraordinary story.

THE MISSING PART
The haunting account was entered into the Paranormal Database in May 2008, with its source described simply as published media. I have not yet traced the publication behind it, or a contemporary account of the alleged exorcism.
What stays with me is the word “unsuccessful”. It suggests there was some reason to judge the attempt a failure, but that reason is missing from the surviving telling.
At the church’s reopening in 1884, the Bishop of Southwell preached from a passage containing the words: “in this place will I give peace.”
Decades later, a story attached itself to the same church about a man who apparently could not be persuaded to leave.
Who decided the exorcism had failed—and what happened at St Anthony’s that made them say so?

24/10/2026

**FILE NO. 24 of 31 - THE PLAIN TURNIP LANTERN**

Everyone thinks Halloween started with pumpkin jack-o-lanterns. Didn't.

Long before pumpkins crossed Atlantic it was turnips. Earliest ones didn't even have faces.

Tonight logging what archive calls Plain Turnip — simple hollowed root vegetable with single circular opening cut into side. No carving. No eyes. No screaming mouth. Just hollowed chamber holding tallow candle glowing through thin translucent flesh.

This was practical folklore. Ireland Scotland northern England Samhain night Oct 31 families hollow hardest neep or turnip they had. Light inside wasn't decoration — protection and guidance. Placed in windows ward wandering spirits or carried dark lanes light path between worlds. Glow was enough; didn't need face.

Carving grotesque faces came later as stories Stingy Jack grew darker theatrical. But plain version older quieter and honestly much harder make — turnips dense as stone compared pumpkin.

This one on desk tonight authentic to that older tradition. Hollowed lit left plain. Just light in dark. No face.

At a bridge near Laxton, Peggy Whooper was blamed for sending horses bolting and riders tumbling. People said she had be...
23/10/2026

At a bridge near Laxton, Peggy Whooper was blamed for sending horses bolting and riders tumbling. People said she had been murdered along the lane. But when I followed her name into older accounts, even the story of how she died began to shift.

PEGGY WHOOPER — THE WOMAN AT THE BRIDGE
The Midnight Case Files | Laxton, Nottinghamshire

The story places Peggy near a bridge by Bolembeck Lane. Passing horses were said to become frightened by her presence, bolting and throwing their riders. What those riders actually saw is much harder to establish. The surviving account gives no description of Peggy’s face or clothing, no named witness and no date for an encounter. Yet it preserves something very particular: a woman remembered by name, a stretch of lane associated with her death, and horses that supposedly reacted when they passed through. That was where I started. Then I found Peggy somewhere slightly different.

A WOMAN AFTER SUNSET
In 1895, folklorist Sidney Oldall Addy included Peggy in his book Household Tales with Other Traditional Remains. His account is brief, but it places a female ghost on a common between Ossington and Kneesall, appearing after sunset. He names her Peggy Whooper. There is no mention in that passage of a bridge, a murder or horses throwing their riders. It means her name was already circulating in print more than 130 years ago, although it tells us nothing certain about when the tradition began. The location belongs to the same surrounding countryside as the later Laxton story, but I haven’t established that both accounts describe the same patch of ground. Was Peggy associated with a wider area before her story settled around one crossing?

THE VILLAGE REMEMBERED HER
Another lead took me to Frank Moody’s My Lifetime Memories of Laxton, a local memoir published in 1981. I found an extract attributed to it reproduced in a later magazine article. Moody’s verse remembers catching frogs as a boy at Brokilow Bridge, then turns to the more feared Bolembeck Lane and its active ghost. One line caught my attention: “Peggy Whooper her name, no one knows how she died”. The verse goes on to preserve two explanations. Some people believed she had been murdered; others believed she had taken her own life. I haven’t inspected Moody’s original booklet, so this comes through that later reproduction. Even so, it preserves a revealing uncertainty. Peggy’s name and the fear attached to the lane had survived, while the circumstances of her death were already disputed.

SOMETHING ELSE FRIGHTENED THE HORSES
Then another figure appeared in the local folklore: the Brokilow Boggan. Described in one later account as resembling an enormous wolf, this creature was also blamed for making horses shy as they crossed a bridge. That account treats the Boggan and Peggy as separate beings. A woman haunting the lane, and something wolf-like troubling the crossing. I can’t establish whether details passed between their stories, but the similarity deserves attention. The frightened horses appear in both traditions, while the thing supposedly frightening them changes. It leaves us with two unsettling accounts in neighbouring surroundings—and no clear record of where one telling ended and the other began.

THE COUNTRYSIDE THAT KEPT HER NAME
Laxton is an unusual setting for a story to survive. Its medieval open-field farming system endured while the landscape around so many other villages was divided and enclosed. A hand-drawn map from 1635 preserves its fields and buildings, and a film made in 1935 shows teams of horses working the land. Those horses were part of everyday village labour. A crossing where they were said to panic would have mattered to the people using it. That gives Peggy’s story a place within the working countryside, even though it brings us no closer to identifying her. I found no reliable surname, death date, contemporary murder report or grave that I could connect to her.

WHAT REMAINS AT THE CROSSING
The oldest printed reference I located leaves us with a woman appearing after sunset. The local recollection preserves disagreement over her death. The bridge account remembers horses bolting. Across those versions, Peggy becomes difficult to pin down, but her name remains remarkably persistent. Somewhere behind the telling may have been a woman whose history was lost. What survives is the warning attached to a place—and the peculiar thought that a rider might reach the crossing quite calmly, only for the horse beneath them to refuse.

22/10/2026

**FILE NO. 23 of 31 - DUMB SUPPER**

One oldest sacred Samhain traditions held close.

Table set for two one plate me one those walked before. No words spoken. No phones. No distractions. Just silence candlelight remembrance.

Dumb Supper isn't meant spooky. Reverent. Invitation. Prepare favorite foods loved ones other side set empty chair light candles guide them home eat together in complete silence listening for what cannot be heard everyday noise.

Veil at thinnest right now. Might feel chill in warm room. Candle flickers no draft. Sudden memory voice laugh smell aftershave shouldn't be there.

If holding grief this Samhain season this is for you.

Set one extra place setting. Light candle for each loved one wish invite. Serve favorite dish or simple harvest meal bread apples root vegetables. Eat in silence. Think of them. Speak to them in mind. Thank them.

They are closer than think.

Daddy’s Girl, always……..

A man in uniform smiled at a witness at the former RAF base in Langar, then walked straight through a wall. Years later,...
22/10/2026

A man in uniform smiled at a witness at the former RAF base in Langar, then walked straight through a wall. Years later, a driver leaving the site believed he had struck a uniformed man with his car—and a few weeks afterwards, it reportedly happened again.

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RAF GUARD — LANGAR AIRFIELD, NOTTINGHAMSHIRE

THE MAN ON THE STEPS
The first encounter is generally described as taking place in 1978. A witness watched a man in uniform walking down a set of steps at the former airbase. The figure smiled at them before continuing through a wall. That small gesture is what caught my attention when I began researching this one. A smile suggests someone acknowledging another person, however briefly. Yet the account gives us no conversation, no name and no explanation for what the witness had just watched him do.

THE DRIVER WHO ENCOUNTERED HIM TWICE
In 1983, a director of a business operating from the former base was driving away when a uniformed man appeared in front of his car. The director believed he had hit him. He stopped and searched for the person he expected to find injured, but there was nobody there. A few weeks later, the same thing reportedly happened to him again. The surviving summary gives no precise dates or position on the site, leaving us unable to establish whether both encounters happened at exactly the same spot. It also does not tell us whether the driver recognised the figure’s face.

AN AIRFIELD WITH SEVERAL PASTS
Looking into Langar’s history took me through several different generations of people who had lived and worked there. In September 1942, No. 207 Squadron arrived with Lancaster bombers. Beside the airfield, Avro established workshops where aircraft underwent major repairs and maintenance. American troop-carrier units followed, and Langar became a centre for assembling and modifying military gliders. Its postwar history included accommodation for prisoners of war and displaced people, followed by its use as a Royal Canadian Air Force supply base during the Cold War. The old photographs show men inside the control tower, radar operators at their consoles and the Canadian station sign beside the entrance. There are several possible eras behind that brief description of a uniform.

THE NAMES THAT SURVIVED
Inside the control-tower café, a memorial plaque remembers Sergeant Thomas Henry Skelton. He was nineteen when he flew from Langar on 13 May 1943 and never returned. His wife, Dorothy, sponsored the memorial. Another thread led me to the eight men aboard Lancaster R5694, which crashed near Goadby Marwood on 25 November 1942 while returning towards Langar after an aborted operation. Among them was twenty-one-year-old John Bernard “Jack” Burton. His newspaper notice and grave photograph survive, alongside photographs and family histories of his crewmates. These records put individual faces back into the airfield’s history. None of the material I found identifies these men as the reported apparition.

A DATE THAT DOESN’T MATCH
There is a small but important problem in the haunting’s published record. The Paranormal Database heading gives 1973 and 1983, while the description places the encounter on the steps in 1978. I couldn’t resolve that discrepancy. The entry also leaves both witnesses unnamed and does not identify the company, the steps or the wall. Even the familiar title, “RAF Guard,” goes further than the description, which never explains how the figure was identified as a guard.

THE SMILE BEFORE THE WALL
What remains is an account of a brief acknowledgement, followed by something the witness could not have expected—and a separate report from a driver who searched for a man he could not find. Whether those witnesses encountered the same figure remains unanswered. Somewhere behind the retellings are the details we still need: a building, a stretch of road, perhaps a witness’s name. Until those surface, Langar’s uniformed stranger remains caught in that peculiar little moment: smiling at someone who could see him, before passing through something they could not.

**FILE NO. 22 of 31 - SOUL CAKES**October Archive smells spice and candle smoke today.Opened small tin Cheshire parish c...
21/10/2026

**FILE NO. 22 of 31 - SOUL CAKES**

October Archive smells spice and candle smoke today.

Opened small tin Cheshire parish collection found recipe card dated Oct 22 1893 stained butter powdered sugar.

Soul cakes. Long before trick-or-treating before pumpkins.

All Souls Day poorest children adults village would go door to door offering prayers for dead. Return given soul cake small round spiced biscuit nutmeg cinnamon allspice currants. Top simple cross cut to mark offering.

Believed for every cake eaten soul freed from Purgatory. Prayer for cake cake for soul.

Note attached: "Mrs. Whitby made twelve. Left four on back step. In morning they were gone. But we had not had visitors."

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