Tales of Ghostly goings on and things that go bump in the night
The Tale Of
St Peter’s Church Yard
‘Twas a cold
winters day
In
the churchyard dark and grey
I
saw a figure tall, dark and menacing
Wander
amongst the gravestones, as the church bells ring.
And
as I watch the mysterious form
I
begin to feel so forlorn
Which
suddenly changes to spine chilling fear
As
I see the figure in the churchyard disappear.
Frozen
to the spot, I stand cold and alone
Not
able to move and longing to be home
What
was it I saw that gave me a fright?
That
can walk through stone and disappear out of sight?
Ghosts
don’t exist at least that’s what I’m told
So
what was it that left me so terribly cold?
Some
might say that it’s my mind playing tricks
But why would I
want to imagine men walking through bricks
The
Tale Of St Peter’s Church Yard
It was a
bright sunny day when two ladies named Jayne and Lynn set off on a trip around
Liverpool to take pictures of loads of Beatles places for someone in America. They
went around all the usual places such as the Cavern Quarter and Allerton Road,
Strawberry Field and John's old home Mendips in Menlove Avenue.
They set off for St Peter's Church took photo's of the old church hall
were The Quarrymen played then of the church itself. At this point I could go
no further already I was feeling tense and agitated but very alert too. I said
to Jayne 'here you go in and look for it and take the photo'. I passed the
camera to her and she went in with the piece of paper with the directions on it
from a friend in Town.
She looked at the paper then went walking down the pathway. I watched her all
the way. She got to the church doorway then returned to me. 'I don't know where
to look and I don't like this one bit'
'What do you mean?
Follow the directions' I said. She went off again back where she had walked
from and I was watching every little movement in the place now. She turned
and started to walk back saying
'I can't find
it'
I became annoyed
with her because I realised I would have to go in the churchyard and look
myself. I took a deep breathe and raced up to her. When I reached her she
said 'There's a man sat on the bench over there. (pointing down the path) Can't
we come another day.'
'Sometimes Jayne I
really hate you' I said angrily.
I walked towards
the church doorway and as I did so looked to where the bench was. There
was no one there. I looked around the church yard was empty except for us.
I looked at Jayne, I knew something weird was going on but didn't say
anything. The position of the bench meant that the person sitting on it would
either have had to pass us to leave or cross the pathway to go into the church
or go out via the other gate. I never saw anyone else in there but a woman who
walked past the doorway. I said to Jayne 'You do down there and look
if the grave is down there. She went and returned quickly saying
'I don't know
where to start looking' I was annoyed now and said offhandedly
'Is that man still
there go and ask him'
'Yeah but I don't
want to.'
'OK' I said 'give
me the piece of paper' I took it from her and said looking at it. 'How on earth
are we going to find it from this.' Then I got this feeling that we were
looking in the wrong place. 'We're looking in the wrong place.' I said 'It's
around this area.' I circled with my hand near where we were
standing. I looked at the directions again. Then set off along the graves
saying. 'Its around here I know it is'.
I sent Jayne down
one pave of graves while I walked down another. I was really on edge and wanted
to be as far away as possible but I knew I had to find it. We both met up at
one point. 'We're in the right area I know we are' I said to Jayne.
'I'll look over
here then' Jayne said passing me
'OK' I said
looking around. Still the church yard was empty. I felt as though I was
close to it. I looked across to the church wishing to God I could find it.
Then my eyes were drawn to a grave not far from were I was standing. It read
My Dear Husband
JOHN
RIGBY
Who departed this life Oct 4 1913 aged 72 years
at rest
FRANCES wife of ***** died aged 83 years
Also DORIS W ******************
********************
Also ELEANOR RIGBY ***********
********************
************
I'd found it. I
shouted to Jayne and she came over. I said 'here you take it' giving her the
camera.
'No you take
it'
'For
God's Sake Jayne you are really annoying.' I took the camera off her as
she said
'But it would mean
standing on this grave here'
'Oh and of course
you can't but you think I can.' I walked around the grave in front of
Eleanor's and positioned myself to take the photo. I took three at different
angles then said 'Right come on I'm getting out of here.'
'Hang on I want to
read this one'
'I'll wait outside
then but I AM NOT STAYING IN HERE ANY LONGER..' I ran out of the
church yard and across the road an panic began to set in. Outside I was
fine and began to thing and I realised properly what was going on.
Jayne had seen a
man sitting on a bench who just disappeared. He could not of moved
without my seeing him in the position I was in and as alert as I was. I felt
calm, too calm considering where I was. It was a calmness I only get when
I have had one of my 'moments' as I call them. Like when I hear my Grandad who
died 4 years ago in the bathroom etc. Jayne had seen a ghost but didn't realise
it. I didn't tell her as it would have freaked her out. Also, the feeling I got
of being near to the right Grave was very over powering. Almost as if she
was saying 'Hey I'm here!'
When Jayne
rejoined me we went home. it was getting late and the events in the church yard
had left me feeling drained.
I have told Jayne
since and she didn't believe me at first but when she thought about it and
realised that he would have had to walk across the path and I would have surely
seen him if he had, she began to think it strange and unexplainable.