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Haunted HousesYou are in: Lancashire > Spooky > Haunted Houses > Your stories of Chingle Hall  Your stories of Chingle HallA selection of your chilling tales about the haunted hall in Goosnargh... Fay Donovan..."I went to Chingle Hall loads of times when I was younger and had a few eerie experiences. I think I was roughly four years old when I first went. At the beginning of the tour, we were in the hall, where the table and chairs are, and I glanced to one corner and spotted a white scotty dog and I told my mum, who thought I was being stupid, but the tour guide then said that one of the women that once owned the Hall had a dog. On this visit I also heard voices in the chapel that sounded like monks. In John Wall's room I felt like something was watching me and trying to drag me out of the room. In Eleanor's room, the tour guide said that Eleanor enjoys playing with blonde haired girls, and with me being blonde she asked for me to sit on the floor and play ith her. Being quite young and practically scared stiff, I said no, then I felt tugging on my shorts like someone or something was trying to get my attention. However, the other people in the room were at least a metre away. A rather funny event happened though. As I was a young child, I needed the toilet at the most awkward times, so my mum took me outside, the tour guide was saying how footsteps are heard in the corridor and the door opens... they were scared stiff when they did then hear footsteps, but it was just us returning to the room! Also, has anyone ever had their camera or watch not work after visiting Chingle Hall, and there be no possible reason why? It's happened to me!" Martin..."When I went to Chingle hall it was still open to the public and my two mates went into the house but within two minutes they came out running and they were white in their faces so we left but on the way back to the main road one of my mates jumped out of the car and started running back to the house saying the gods prayer backwards and the car started heading for the tree and bushes we was told later that day that there had been an evil spirit with us." Col Hinchliff..."I visited Chingle Hall as a young teenager in the sixties, with my parents. I remember crossing the bridge, and marvelling at the first Highland cow I'd ever seen. We entered the great hall, with its minstrel gallery - no problem. Three steps up the staircase, I felt every hair on my neck stand on end, and an atmosphere of absolute evil. I turned and ran straight out of the door, calling to Mum that I felt ill. Bear in mind that I knew absolutely nothing about the place before the visit, and nobody had even mentioned "ghosts" or hauntings. In 1999 we moved to Chorley, and while trawling the local history section of the library I came across a picture which raised every hair and made me feel physically sick.... of Chingle Hall. I've driven past the place several times since, always with the same reaction. I didn't see anything, it was the atmosphere that was so dreadful. I'd love to know if anyone else experienced the same reaction!" Hollie..."A man walked into Chingle Hall to do some work on a fireplace there. He was fiddling about with some silican glue when he was tapped on the shoulder by something. He turned round and he saw a monk. He ran out of the house and quit his job.He swore he would never go in the house again." S. Wilde..."I have stayed at Chingle Hall three times for charity with friends in the late 1980's. I'm afraid I can't remember dates but I can definitely remember things that happened... 1 I was at the top of the stairs with my first wife and our friend Shaun was in the bedroom at the end of the hall. We were trying to get the owner's dog to follow us down the hall but it would not move away from the bathroom door and seemed genuinely petrified. After a few minutes we gave up and were just about to join our friend in the haunted bedroom when the latch on the door at the bottom of the stairs lifted and the door opened slightly and then closed again with some force. 2 We were sitting in the main hall next to the chapel having a smoke by the fire when all of us heard what we thought was some one speaking in Latin in the chapel. We ventured into the chapel and there was nobody there. 3 I was sitting on my own in the haunted bedroom and my friends were in the hall downstairs. I was reading a paper when I heard a lot of banging noises from the room beneath me. I thought my friends were making the noise. After about ten minutes they came up stairs and they asked me why I had been banging about. I told them I had been sitting quietly. 4 I visited Chingle Hall with my parents when I was seven years old which was 1971. I distinctly remember my mother ticking me off for playing with the spit turning handle on the stove in the chapel, which was over a priest hole. The first time we stayed for charity we were shown the chapel and I asked the guide what had happened to the stove as it was no longer there. She told me it had been removed in the late 1960's. 5 I was in the toilet on my own washing my hands when something squeezed my right shoulder and my back went very cold. 6 A group of us were sitting around the table in the main hall playing cards when simultaneously my wife and I heard a women sobbing. It seemed to be coming from the haunted bedroom. Neither of us said anything we just looked at each other and nodded. It was obvious that no one else could hear it. This was probably the experience at Chingle Hall that scared me the most and all the hair on the back of my neck stood up." Dorothy..."I was given to understand that the Hall was no longer open to the public (Jan 2005) since the new owners moved in. I used to be a guide there in its heyday of visitors and overnight stays, and have experience MANY strange happenings, having stayed overnight many times. I can assure anybody who thought it was all staged it was most definitely not, except by someone in their own party as a prank." Patricia Wade..."I was one of a team of four girls who spent the night at Chingle Hall for charity in the early nineties. Several strange things happened, the first was heavy breathing between two of the girls, as they were about to climb the stairs, the next one happened to me and my friend in the Eleanor Singleton room, we were just walking in and we both smelled flowers very strongly, and lastly; we left a tape recorder recording during the night and played it back in the morning. there were several "tapping at the window" noises on it. Needless to say, we were all glad to leave, and I have never felt the same about the place since. I have since tried to re-visit Chingle but it has never been open!" Brian Anderson..."When I went to Chingle Hall with my holiday club the lady who guided us told me and another girl to sit in the room where the girl died, so we did and all of a sudden someone was holding our hand and it was very cold and we played ring a ring a ring a roses then she dragged us downstairs. Later on a boy fainted cos he saw a headless monk and a saw a black cat and stroked it but nobody else could see it so I said can no one see this black cat and the only black cat that lived in the house died the week before." Pamela Jones..."My daughter and I and her children, eventually found Chingle hall. When we arrived, a thunderstorm was brewing, but it was not raining as yet! I approached the main Andy from Liverpool..."Feb 2001, my father and a friend had booked to visit Chingle Hall. All was well. They were greeted by a "short but dapper" gentleman, who wore a tweed three piece suit and donned a pencil thin moustache. Upon entering, they noticed a "cheery old lady" sitting in a large chair, besides the roaring fire, reading a book with large print. After passing a friendly wave, the tour commenced. Half way around, my father's friend got a sudden feeling of dread, and insisted on standing besides the large open doorway, with his foot in the door jam for safety. Upon this my father and the guide heard a large item being dragged on the landing upstairs. They ascended the stairs to see a door at the end of the landing closing of its own accord. As they went to investigate, my father noticed out of a window, a group of gardeners tending to the grounds on a sunny day. Dismissing this as nothing out of the ordinary, they proceeded to the aforementioned room. Upon arrival, the room was empty of any persons (except themselves). They then returned to the staircase, after checking the other rooms - to no avail. Sensing his friend's discomfort, my father reluctantly decided to curtail the visit. As they left the guide told them any time to ask for Mr Jefferson (SURNAME SOMETHING SIMILAR) and that there was a coach party due any time now. They bid their leave, and made their way to the car. My father asked his friend how much he owed for the admission, and was told that they were not charged a penny. They also noticed it was snowing, and the garden had not been touched for many years. After hearing this tale, I decided to pay a visit, but to no avail. There was no-one around to let me in. The following week, I recalled all the previous events to a friend and we decided on another visit. Upon arrival at Chingle hall, we saw the house name on a sign laying amongst the undergrowth. Banging on the large strange shaped door knocker for attention, a tall gentleman came around the outside corner of the building, asking our intentions. We explained about my father's visit, but we were dismissed as impossible! Why? What about the "short dapper man". What about the coach party? What about the gardeners? And besides, WHO EXACTLY WAS THIS MAN? This man was the current owner. The hall was only opened on a Sunday between May and September. His wife was very ill and he was not opening any more. The last coach party was the previous September. The garden had fallen into disrepair due to other commitments. And lastly, no-one had been near the place belonging to my father and his friend's description. MR JEFFERSON DIED IN 1932. We left very confused. JUST WHO EXACTLY SHOWED MY FATHER AND HIS FRIEND AROUND CHINGLE HALL IN FEBRUARY 2001?" Rob from Chorley..."I have stayed at Chingle Hall twice for charity. The first time when I was fourteen years old. And then again with my brother and a friend about ten years ago. During my initial stay with a group of friends nothing untowards happened during the night except some schoolboy mucking about. In the morning however I placed my tape recorder in the priest hide, pressed record and went down to breakfast. Later I retrieved the tape recorder and we left. I listened to the tape with my friends later that day and while it was playing in the background we distinctly heard an old fashioned lift door latch (I was brought up on a farm and know that sound well). Next, three distinct footsteps and even the sound of clothing rustling. As a grand finale, great noise as if somebody was climbing in on top of the tape. The recording went dead for a second or two and then the tape hiss returned.The layout of the room dictates that you have to cross the length of the ancient creaky floor to reach the hide (not three steps). The doors probably fifteen feet away. There was a door hundreds of years ago that is three steps from the hide and nobody from the hall knew I'd put a tape recorder into it. Although I wouldn't be able to rule out any foul play on behalf of the owners, it would definitely be in their interest. I prefer to think that a dead monk was trying to nick my tape player." Elaine Tilling..."I went to the hall a few years ago There were a few things that happened to me and my friends We heard a knocking from the main door when we went to see there was no-one there. In front of the window left of the fire place was a very cold spot, we were told a body in the foetal position was found there. As night came I saw a monk leaving the hall and going into the distance. We were in the room over the main door. What I saw was true, so much it took me a while to speak You see the spirit lives on even though they have gone to a higher place." Pauline Windsor..."We have been three times. On visit no one my husband saw the tiles in the chapel move, as if someone had walked across them. We heard noises all night. One of our group saw a cat it turned out to be a ghost cat. Some of us could smell lavender and it was very strong. My daughter in law felt as if she had something pressing on her neck when we were in Eleanor's room. We all felt cold air at five in the morning one person heard monks chanting. Visit no two - my son went to the toilet he came out and said his neck was burning when we looked he had two faint scratches and his neck was very red. I was sitting at the table in the great hall. I am convinced someone sat on my knee like a small child. One of the group had someone pulling on her fingers and you could actually see her fingers move. That again was in Eleanor's room. On the third visit a teddy was thrown off the fireplace again Eleanor's room, also we heard dishes, as if they were being washed. One of us saw a large dark shadow in the chapel and to finish the night off we were in the John Walls room when two of us saw the same thing no-one else saw it, it was oblong shapes all over the room, purple green and a blue I couldn't describe they were floating all around. I didn't say anything at first and then the two of us said the same thing together, at first we thought it was our eyes playing tricks because we were tired but not when we both saw the same thing." T Binks..."I visited on Chingle Hall a number of years ago, i found it very interesting. I called on the hall a few weeks ago, to find it was no longer open to the public. The new owners were very helpful, and have restored it to its former glory. Just very strange to see children playing by the footbridge, as if nothing ever happened there. I wonder if the new family have any tales to tell?" LunarWater EarthSpirit..."I have been there a few times in the past, with various people, and have had a number of unusual experiences... On the pictures on the website, the rooms have furniture in, but the times I have been, the public rooms were empty, apart from the table & chairs in the Great Hall, and the odd chair elsewhere... Chapel - Very strong smells of incense..., around the point where the 'hiding hole' is in the ceiling Eleanor's Room - very strong smells of flowers (at the time I did not identify it as lavender, but do know now that that is what it was - now I know the smell!) Landing area - right at the top of the stair - feeling of being touched on the shoulder, but not at all threatening, and sensing a presence.. Landing area - round the corner from the stairs - Very odd indeed - the only way I can describe it, even now, is the feeling of being stood on the deck of a boat & not holding on to anything - I could feel the movement under my feet. All this happened the 3rd time I went - the first & second nothing spectacular occurred, although in retrospect, I did notice some smells, but automatically thought it must have been down to the current residents... The guide who showed us round explained nothing of any previously recorded phenomena, only gave us the history of the place, and the background etc... So afterwards, we went down to this little caravan that used to be in the grounds where the guides were based, I started telling him what had happened, he was THEN, and only then, able to say that others had disclosed similar experiences... and explain how they possibly link to the history of the house... The incense in the Chapel speaks for itself - there had at some time been a place of worship there, and incense was presumably used in ritual... Eleanor's room - I can't actually remember the significance of the lavender, but recall that Eleanor was occasionally allowed out to collect the flowers, or had them brought to her... The floor of the landing, the oddest sensation I can remember, has apparently been picked up by other people, and the guide told me that they had done some research after a few folk had felt this, and the wood used for the floor boards when the building was remodelled (the stairs have been turned the opposite way round) had been salvaged from a wrecked boat... Perhaps this explains the sensation of being on a boat, which I and a friend clearly felt. I must add that the other people I was with experienced nothing on any of our visits - except for the one friend who felt the landing floor. The only other thing was my sister felt a cold spot in the Great Hall, at the opposite end from where you go into the room." Chris Atherton..."I visited Chingle Hall about two years ago and was approached by someone on the landing who wouldn't let me past and then eventually disappeared." David and Sammy Ford..."My daughter and I had an odd experience at Chingle Hall. We were in the chapel area with about 7 other people including my wife when I heard heavy slow footsteps in the room above, I looked up and expected to see someone or a shadow through the fairly large cracks in the floor but did not see anything. We were taken into the room above the chapel later in the tour and I noticed a dog asleep in a room/office down the hall but saw no people, I also noticed that the floor was not carpeted so I assume that if it was the dog walking around then I would have heard the dogs nails on the bare floor? I also noticed that whoever had walked across the room, had walked from the door to the window and not back again. I thought no more about the matter until later when we went into a local pub for a meal and I mentioned to my wife of what I heard and straight away my daughter said she had heard the footsteps and as I had not mentioned what room I was in when I heard the footsteps I asked my daughter what room she was in when she heard the footsteps and she answered the chapel, my wife said she heard nothing." Bonnie Singleton Richards...I am a "Singleton" whose lineage has been traced back to Broughton Tower and Chingle Hall.Ìý I am a U.S. Citizen having been born in Portland, Oregon but have English cousins in and around the Goosnargh and Preston areas and have had the good fortune of visiting there quite often. On one such visit, I and my husband were invited to spend the night at Chingle Hall.Ìý This was just after its purchase by the current owner, Trevor Kirkham.Ìý The early part of the evening was spent visiting with Trevor and we retired about 11:00 p.m.Ìý Nothing unusual had occurred throughout the evening.Ìý I was awakened at 2:00 a.m. however, by something that was brushing against my neck.Ìý I thought it was a spider or some other insect but it wasn't.Ìý The sensation was like a feather being passed back and forth over the back of my neck.Ìý This continued throughout the rest of the night, happening again and again just as I began to fall asleep. The next morning at breakfast, I was shown an article that stated the "ghosts" liked to delicately touch people.Ìý Some years prior during a visit, I was looking through my camera lens at a priest's hiding area when I saw a door in the lens.Ìý When I looked at the small area with my naked eye, there was no door .. but the guide told me one used to be there." Zinc Orbie..."Well, this is really my brother's story. My wife and I took a vacation with him back in 1991 and flew to Britain - we lived in Southern California. My brother had some business to attend to there and we decided to make a two-week vacation of it; driving from Gatwick all the way up to Edinburgh, then back through Wales, ending in London. All of the castle-stops were planned and we decided to visit the "most haunted house in England" on the way to Wales. It seemed somewhat out of the way to get to, and the outside appearance of Chingle Hall was disappointing considering its reputation, but we took the tour since there weren't any other people there to wait for. The woman guide was fascinated with our SoCal accents and seemed eager to show us around. Anyway, the house was quite small and I wouldn't have remembered much about it except for the fact that my brother suddenly wanted to get out of there. My wife and I were perfectly willing to stay the night and I thought he would have been as well. But something was wrong. He took a few pictures and then wanted to leave. He said he'd find a hotel to stay in if we wanted to spend the night there, but he wasn't going to. So we all finally left. On the road back to the Motorway he said that something in the house had made him feel dizzy and it didn't go away until he got outside. He was convinced that there was something wrong with that house. We didn't talk a lot about it afterwards, until, after we got back home, he called me and said there were strange things going on at his house. He lived alone so there wasn't anyone to corroborate his story, but he was always rational so I had no reason to doubt what he was saying. One thing he said was that there were ravens congregating on his roof. Lots of ravens, very noisily tapping and pecking on the roof at all hours. He said he'd never seen them before and no other house had this problem. He went up and threw things at them to get rid of them, but they'd always come back. While this was going on he'd hear loud bangs and raps on the walls and windows. Sometimes he was sure the window would be broken, but it never was. He could never find anyone or anything making the loud noises either. It was the phone call he made to me later when he said the doorbell had rung a few times and no one was there that he said he hadn't felt right since leaving Chingle Hall, and he thought it had something to do with all of this. The noises and the ravens and the doorbell went on for a few more days until he prayed that it would all stop before he went bonkers. The prayer evidently worked because everything did stop at the same time. And there hasn't been a recurrence since. He now lives up north and doesn't talk about it much anymore."
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