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The reference to Chingle Hall in your feature Lancashire’s favourite haunts (Lancashire Life, October) made me recall a visit there with some ghosthunters from Merseyside on a wild and windy night a few years ago.
A little after midnight I was sitting with one of the investigators in a stone-floored, ground floor room, talking of the experiences of the night, or rather the lack of them, when we both saw or experienced, well, something.
This is difficult to describe and I can only say that we were both aware of a white or light-grey coloured cloud or mist patch, about two or three feet wide, which came from behind, crossed the room about head height at a tremendous speed, creating a sound like a rush of wind. The doors were closed.
Then it was gone. This was an experience shared by the two of us in the room. ‘Did you see that?’ said my colleague, a little shaken.
This is not a supernatural experience of the rattling chains and ladies in white variety but it was very real and strange.
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