Some stories (repost)
James Whyley
I copied these from my site so excuse the little bits addressing people : )
Aspley Guise
A late-Victorian house in Weathercock Lane was alleged to be haunted by a
number of ghosts. These included Dick Turpin, his faithful mare Black Bess
and a pair of murdered lovers. The lovers had been walled up by the girl's
father in an inn which had once stood on the site, and Dick Turpin had
stumbled on the father's guilty secret. Several witnesses reported these
spectres flitting about the house and garden.
Battlesden
The grounds of Battlesden House, now demolished, are haunted by a dishonest
steward who rattles milk pails and recites:
"Milk and water I sold ever,
Weight and measure I gave never,
And I shan't rest, never, never, never!"
Bedford
Bedford is the headquarters of the Panacea Society, who are the guardians
of the famous box left by the prophetess Joanna Southcott (1750-1814). The
society reminds the world of the box through newspaper advertising: "War,
disease, crime and banditry will increase until the Bishops open Joanna
Southcott's box." The box allegedly contains writings, which will banish all
these from the world, but under the terms of Joanna's will the box can only
be opened in the presence of 24 Bishops, who have so far declined to
co-operate. Meanwhile, the society continues to send out strips of linen,
which are said to possess therapeutic qualities.
Cardington
This story is courtesy of John Armstrong. I have just copied and pasted it.
Thanks John.
Low over the fields of France, the giant airship wallowed in the storm. But
all seemed well to the passengers as she struggled for her life. Then came
the moment her crew had feared, as the pride of Britain, buffeted by the
winds, lurched suddenly. Cries of horror rang out as captain and engineers
fought to control the bucking monster. Then she slipped down the night like
a plunging whale and smashed into the ground. Within seconds, the five and a
half million cubic feet of hydrogen gas in her buoyancy chambers was ablaze,
and the vessel that had been thought - like the Titanic - indestructible,
was a raging inferno. In minuets, the R101 was a glowing tangle of metal. As
a result of this terrible disaster, the British Government decided to spend
no more money on airships.
Only six of the 54 people on board survived when the airship went down in
the hills near Beauvais on October 5, 1930. And many of the passengers had
gone on board with a feeling of doom. The omens of disaster were being
whispered round her home base at Cardington, Bedfordshire, long before her
maiden voyage to India.
Bereaved relatives reported sons and husbands on the fatal flight departing
despite ominous dreams. The coxswain, Mr. G. W. Hunt, had told his family
that he feared he might never return: and as Walter Radcliffe, one of the
R101's riggers, left home to make the voyage, his young son had cried out:
"I haven't got a Daddy!"
The Director of Civil Aviation, Sir Sefton Brancker, who died in the crash,
may have had the earliest warning. His horoscope, cast years earlier, left
the years after 1930 an ominous blank. It was also said that at the time of
the crash, the telephone extension of the R101's commander,
Flight-Lieutenant Irwin, had flashed on the Cardington switchboard, though
there was no one in his office. At two séances before the inquiry that
blamed the crash on faulty design and bad weather, a friend of Irwin and Sir
Sefton said he had recognised their voices reliving the last moments of the
crash before they were abruptly cut off.
Clophill
In march 1963 and on Midsummer Eve 1969, attempts at some sort of ritual
were carried out at the Church of St Mary, whose gaunt and eerie ruins crown
Dead Man's Hill outside Clophill, Bedfordshire. On the first occasion, the
tomb of an 18th century apothecary's wife was torn open, and her
200-year-old bones arranged in a circle about the gutted nave of the church.
On the second occasion, tombs were again smashed and graves desecrated as a
part of some dodgy ritual.
Luton
Two miles north of Luton lies Galley Hill, whose earlier name- "Gallows
Hill" -was derived from its being a place of execution in medieval times.
During the 16th and 17th centuries it was used as a burial ground for
witches <ehem> and may also have been the centre of a secret witch cult.
<erm...Don't complain please. It's just a story> Excavations in 1962
revealed a horse's skull on top of which was placed a bone dice with the 6
uppermost.
Marston Moretaine
According to local lore, the curious separate tower of Marston Moretaine
church, Bedfordshire, was detached from the main building by the Devil, who
was trying to steal it. Finding it too heavy, he left it where it now
stands. In fact, the tower was probably built as a refuge from flooding in
the low-lying valley.
Odell
A legend says that one of the several Sir Rowland Alstons, barons of Odell
whose memorials are in the village church, sold his sole to the Devil. But
when the time came to complete the bargain, Sir Rowland took fright and
sought sanctuary in the church. Five marks on the porch are said to be the
scratches left by the Devil as he shook the church in rage. Sir Rowland's
ghost appears on a phantom black horse every 100 years; his next appearance
is due in 2044.
Someries
The grounds of Someries House are haunted by the ghost of Sir John Wenlock,
beheaded for changing sides at the battle of Tewkesbury in 1471.
Bisham
Bisham Abbey is said to be haunted by the ghost of Dame Elizabeth Hoby, who
lived there during the 16th century. Her apparition has been several times
described as resembling a photographic negative, with dark skin and a
glaring white dress. A brilliant scholar and close friend of Elizabeth I,
Dame Hoby is reputed to have beaten her young son William because he was
lazy in his studies. The boy is thought to have had a brain disease that
proved fatal when it was aggravated by his mother's beatings. After his
death, Dame Hoby suffered from a sense of remorse that lasted until her own
death in 1609. Whatever the cause, her troubled spirit has continued to
manifest itself in the East Wing of the abbey right into this century. She
is said to wander about, constantly trying to wash her bloodstained hands in
a ghostly basin.
Bucklebury
After the reformation, the village of Bucklebury came under the control of
the Winchcombe family, descendants of the famed wool-merchant, Jack of
Newbury. In 1700, Frances Winchcombe married the first Lord Bolingbroke,
Henry St John. Impeached by George I after Queen Anne's death in 1714, he
fled to exile in France, leaving his wife behind. After waiting for him for
three years, she finally pined away and died. Lady Bolingbroke's ghost has
been said to haunt the area ever since, riding in an open carriage drawn by
black horses.
Langley
Love Hill, a house at Langley, was haunted during the 1850's by the ghost
of a man in a yellow coat, with a hard face and piercing eyes. Books flew
through the air, and the sounds of a violent quarrel were heard. The
occupant of the house, Sir Frederick Ousely, at last traced the noises to a
spare room. When the floorboards were lifted, the skeletons of a woman and
child were discovered. With their burial, the hauntings came to an end.
Windsor
Thanks go out to Craig Wood for this story.
Since the mighty bastions of Windsor have protected monarchs from their
subjects from the time of the Norman conquest, it is not surprising that the
ghosts within the castle are wholly royal. The quick determined footsteps
that hurry through the library are said to be those of Elizabeth I. By
contrast, the steps in the cloisters are slow and halting; these may be the
echoes of Henry VIII, dragging his ulcerated leg through eternity. One
visible manifestation is that of George III who, in his periodical bouts of
madness, used to be shut into a room overlooking the parade ground. From
there he would watch his soldiers drilling, and several modern subalterns
have been startled to see his face in the window. The castle grounds are
also haunted, by the ghost of Herne the Hunter who appears at times of
national crisis near the site of the great oak that once grew in the park.
According to legend, Herne was a royal huntsman who saved a king's life by
interposing his own body between a wounded stag and the king. As he lay
there mortally wounded, a wizard appeared and told the king that the only
way to save Herne's life was to cut off the stag's antlers and tie them to
the huntsman's head. Herne recovered, and for several years enjoyed the
king's favour. But the other huntsmen, jealous of his influence, persuaded
the king to dismiss him, and Herne went out and hanged himself. He has
haunted Windsor Great Park ever since.
Note. It is possible Herne pre-dates the castle. The antlers on his head
almost certainly identify him as Cernunnos, Celtic god of the underworld.
Calverton
Gib lane, which takes its name from a gibbet that once stood there, is said
to be haunted by the ghost of Lady Grace Bennett, a wealthy 17th-century
widow well known for her miserly habits. A Stony Stratford butcher named
Adam Barnes, who had broken into her house in search of money, murdered Lady
Bennett.
Barnes was later convicted and hanged, and his body suspended in irons from
the gibbet in the lane until it disintegrated. The supposed site of the
gibbet is indicated by carvings on the barn built into the stone wall
surrounding the Manor House Farm orchard, next to the church. The carvings
show two gibbets and bear the date 1693.
Colnbrook
The Ostrich Inn at Colnbrook is one of the most ancient pubs in England.
King John, it is said, paused here for a glass of ale on the way to
Runnymede to sign the Magna Carta.
A couple named Jarman, who owned the Ostrich in medieval times, perfected a
gruesome method of murdering rich travellers who stayed overnight at the
inn. When the visitor was asleep, the husband would operate a trapdoor
concealed beneath the bed and plunge the helpless victim to his death in a
cauldron of boiling ale in the kitchen below. In this way the pair
dispatched 59 of their guests, answering awkward questions by saying that
the visitors had left early before anyone was up. They were betrayed when
the horse of their 60th victim, a wealthy clothier named Thomas Cole, was
found wandering the village. A search led to the discovery of Cole's body in
a nearby stream; the Jarmans were forced to confess and were executed. The
village is said to be named after their final misdeed -Cole-in-the-brook-
Colnbrook.
Fingest
The ghost of a 14th-century bishop has been seen riding in the woods near
Fingest. Tradition says that the ghost is that of Henry Burghersh, Bishop of
Lincoln from 1320 to 1340. Buckinghamshire was then part of the bishopric,
and Burghersh enclosed common lands on the church's behalf. The bishop's
ghost, dressed as a forester, is forever doomed for causing distress to the
needy.
Great Kimble
Great Kimble is said to be named after Cunobelinus, King of the Britons,
who died c. AD43, Shakespeare's play Cymbeline was based on this
half-mythical character. In nearby Chequers Park, there is a Celtic
earthwork still called Cymbeline's Castle. Local children still believe that
if you run seven times around it, the Devil will appear.
Great Missenden
Abbey Mansion at Great Missenden incorporates part of the original
Augustinian abbey which was founded in 1133. Legend tells that Sir John de
Plessis, the 9th Earl of Warwick and lord of Missenden, ordered the monks of
the abbey to bury him, seated on his white charger Principall, before the
abbey's high alter. His wish was carried out when he died in 1263, but it is
said that the ghosts of both Sir John and his horse can still be heard
thundering across the nearby Chiltern Hills.
Haddenham
In 1828, a Haddenham gardener named Noble Edden saw two men, names Tylor
and Sewell, steal a sheep. Knowing that the penalty for sheep-stealing was
deportation or death, he said nothing to the authorities but could not
resist the temptation to bleat like a sheep whenever he saw the thieves in
town. Sewell and Tylor were thoroughly alarmed, and made sure of Edden's
silence by murdering him one night. That same evening Mrs Edden, as she
waited at home for her husband, had a vision of Tylor striking Edden with a
stone. Edden's body was soon found, but it was not until the following year
that the murderers were arrested. After Sewell confessed to the crime, both
he and Tylor were hanged outside Aylesbury Prison on March 8 1830. Noble
Edden's ghost has been seen in a lane which branches off to Haddenham from
the A418; it is said that whoever meets his ghost will be cursed with bad
luck.
Hambleden
In the 18th century, Mary Blandy of Hambleden fell in love with Captain
William Cranstoun, a married man. Her father strongly disapproved and barred
Cranstoun from his home. Shortly after, Mr Blandy died from arsenical
poisoning. At her trial, Mary admitted that she had given arsenic to her
father - But only a small amount, 'To change his mood'. She was found guilty
of murder and hanged in 1752. Her ghost, riding a phantom white horse, is
said to haunt the lanes around Hambleden.
Hitcham
In Norman times, Hitcham Manor, near Taplow, was held by two brothers named
De Crispin who loved the same girl, the daughter of Lord Dorney. She finally
married one of the brothers, but this did not prevent her providing loving
comfort to the other. One day, her husband found her in his brother's arms
and murdered her in a fit of jealous rage. He was ordered to make a
pilgrimage to the Holy Land, but when he returned unrepentant a curse was
laid on him - that he and his descendants would never die peacefully.
Ever since, says the legend, the bloody handprint of the murdered woman
appears on the shield in the family's coat-of-arms whenever a De Crispin is
about to die.
Lane End
In 1766 a young girl who always liked to dress in red died tragically two
weeks before her wedding day. Long after, according to local legend, her
ghost haunted footpaths in the district. In 1943 the figure of a strange
girl in a red dress and without a coat was seen crossing a field on a snowy
December day. She has not been reported since.
Middle Claydon
The ghost of Sir Edmund Verney, Charles I's standard-bearer at the battle
of Edge Hill, is said to appear at Claydon House whenever danger threatens
either his country or his family. Sir Edmund was killed in battle, and died
clutching the standard so tightly that his hand had to be hacked off. It was
eventually returned to his family for burial. Sir Edmund was also recognised
among the spectral combatants who appeared at Edge Hill at christmas, 1642,
several months after the battle.
Penn
The ghost of an 18th-century farm labourer, riding a phantom steed, used to
haunt the countryside around Penn - and may still do to this day. According
to eyewitness accounts, the spectre gallops soundlessly out of the night,
and then vanishes with peals of laughter into a grey mist.
Quainton
The last resting place of the king of the gypsies is said to be marked by a
rough hewn stone at the side of the old roman road that now runs below
Quainton Hill. The land is known locally as Carter's Lane or Gipsy Lane and
the stone, with the crudely cut date, 1641, used to lie in a ditch
alongside, shrouded by tangled undergrowth. It has now been set upright.
More recently, people recall a gipsy queen's funeral, with ritual burning of
her caravan and goods, at Quainton church.
West Wycombe
During the mid-18th century, West Wycombe Park, which lies 3 miles west of
high Wycombe, was reputed to be the scene of wild orgies :-o and black magic
rituals. In about 1755, Sir Francis Dashwood, owner of the park, founded a
private society called the Knights of St Francis. His secret brotherhood was
limited to 24 men of high social standing. In the summer they met at nearby
Medmenham Abbey where they continued mock religious ceremonies. Before long
they became known as the Hellfire Club, whose motto was 'Do what you will'.
The members lost enthusiasm when Dashwood produced a baboon at one of the
'services'. They stampeded in terror, believing it to be the devil.
Brampton Matchem Bridge, now buried under the Great North Road near Brampton
Hut Hotel, was named after Gervase Matchem, a sailor who murdered a drummer
boy there in 1780. The boy's ghost apparently appeared to him on Salisbury
Plain and forced him to confess. He appears to have done so and was hanged
at Huntingdon and gibbeted at the scene of the crime. The ragged corpse
swung in the cage for many years. One freezing night, a group of lads
drinking at Brampton Hut dared another boy to offer the corpse some hot
broth to keep out the cold. The boy accepted the wager and, climbing a
ladder, put the broth to the corpse's lips. As he did so, another youth,
hidden near by, whispered 'Cool it, Cool it'. So great was the shock that
the horrified boy fell off the ladder, and was said to have been an idiot
ever after.
Cambridge Perhaps because of the town's gentler air, the phantoms of
Cambridge colleges seem to have clung longer to their old lodgings than
their Oxford counterparts. Dr. Butts, appointed Master of Corpus Christi
from 1626, still haunts his old rooms in the college, where he hanged
himself on Easter Sunday, 1632. Apparently he had been depressed by the
number of students who had died of the plague that year, and wrote to a
friend that their was not an undergraduate to be seen in the college or the
town. Another Corpus Christi ghost is that of a 17th century student who
fell in love with a Master's daughter. Interrupted at a secret meeting, he
hid in a kitchen cupboard and was suffocated.
Dr. Wood, who became master of St John's before his death in 1839, has often
been seen on staircase O in the college. He is said to appear not as the
grand figure of his later years, but as the poverty-stricken student he once
was. Unable to afford either fire or light, he used to wrap his feet in
straw each evening and study by the feeble light of the rush candle on the
staircase.
Merton Hall, which belongs to Sir John's, is reputedly haunted by a large,
furry, penguin like creature. Whatever it is, it seems to have wandered from
Abbey House in the New Market Road, where it has also been reported. The
house is built on the site of an Augustinian priory, and said to be linked
by a secret passage to Jesus College, once St Radegund's Nunnery.
Generations of Cambridge children have been told the story of the stone
lions that flank the entrance to the Fitzwilliam Museum. According to
different versions of the tale, when the clock of the catholic church
strikes midnight, the lions either roar, come down to get a drink from the
Trumpington Street gutters, or leave their plinths and go inside the museum.
Caxton Gibbet At the junction of the A14 and the A45 stands a sinister
gibbet marking the spot where, according to legend, a murderer was hanged
alive inside an iron cage. Having killed a man named Partrige, he rashly
boasted of having taken a nest of partriges without being caught by the
gamekeeper. He was sentenced th hang until he starved to death, but a
passing baker took pity on him and gave him a loaf. For this act of kindness
he was hanged from the same gibbet.
Grantchester Leading from the cellars under the old manor house is a disused
tunnel, blocked by rubble that has fallen down over the centuries. Legend
says that a fiddler went into the tunnel, playing as he went. The music grew
fainter until it could no longer be heard and the fiddler was never seen
again.
Lord Byron is still supposed to enjoy a spectral swim at nearby Byron's
pool, while the ghost of Rupert Brooke is said to walk through the garden to
the sitting-room of the old vicarage, where he had his rooms during his
undergraduate days at Cambridge university.
Heydon Heydon Ditch is an ancient earthwork rampart, about 5ft high at it's
tallest point, that stretches 3 1/2 miles from Heydon to Fowlmere. Probably
built by the Saxons to prevent the Brittish driving them out of East Anglia,
the Ditch and nearby fields have long been said to be haunted by the
spectres of giant warriors. The story was given some credibility when in the
1950's when the bodies of several tall, decapitated, skeletons were
excavated. All of them were Saxon soldiers
How's that : p
James, too busy to update.
"Ashley" <feli...@strayduck.com> wrote in message
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> Hi,
> I thought this was meant to be a newsgroup for ghost story's where are
> they???. Ashley
>
>
katie
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Thanks for posting them James. Have you any tales about York or Whitby?
There
both very haunted places.
'm'
8< most respectfully snipped >8
Patricia M.
Starrlite
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Patricia M. <patr...@erols.com> wrote in message
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Kameleon
both very haunted places.
'm'
James Whyley
and I'll have a bit of a look around for York stories and post them. As for
the book...don't suppose you'd be interested would you? There's quite a few
stories and I don't have the time to type them out.
James
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James Whyley
James
"katie" <kayr...@hotmail.com> wrote in message
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> Wow James! You've outdone self! Thanks
>
> --
> Lady katie
> Keeper of the Pepto
> Quis, quid, ubi, quibus auxiliis, cur, quomodo, quando?
> ---------
> Kameleon <mich...@cwcom.net> wrote in message
> news:3921DBDA...@cwcom.net...
> Thanks for posting them James. Have you any tales about York or Whitby?
> There
> both very haunted places.
>
> 'm'
>
James Whyley
James
"Dark Knight" <da...@sosinet.net> wrote in message
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Kameleon
'm'
James Whyley wrote:
> More than just a pretty face : )
>
> James
>
> "katie" <kayr...@hotmail.com> wrote in message
> news:czlU4.1414$Vb1....@eagle.america.net...
> > Wow James! You've outdone self! Thanks
> >
> > --
> > Lady katie
> > Keeper of the Pepto
> > Quis, quid, ubi, quibus auxiliis, cur, quomodo, quando?
> > ---------
> > Kameleon <mich...@cwcom.net> wrote in message
> > news:3921DBDA...@cwcom.net...
> > Thanks for posting them James. Have you any tales about York or Whitby?
> > There
> > both very haunted places.
> >
> > 'm'
> >
Kameleon
'm'
James Whyley
James
"Kameleon" <mich...@cwcom.net> wrote in message
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> Has someone being lying to you again? :o)
>
> 'm'
>
> James Whyley wrote:
>
> > More than just a pretty face : )
> >
> > James
> >
> > "katie" <kayr...@hotmail.com> wrote in message
> > news:czlU4.1414$Vb1....@eagle.america.net...
> > > Wow James! You've outdone self! Thanks
> > >
> > > --
> > > Lady katie
> > > Keeper of the Pepto
> > > Quis, quid, ubi, quibus auxiliis, cur, quomodo, quando?
> > > ---------
> > > Kameleon <mich...@cwcom.net> wrote in message
> > > news:3921DBDA...@cwcom.net...
> > > Thanks for posting them James. Have you any tales about York or
Whitby?
> > > There
> > > both very haunted places.
> > >
> > > 'm'
> > >
James Whyley
James
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Patricia M.
THAT fire.
Devastating, that was.
Starrlite
Patricia M.
Ya still are, love.
<G>
Starrlite
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On Wed, 17 May 2000 10:29:18 +0100, "James Whyley"
<ja...@joinme.demon.co.uk> wrote:
>You mean I'm just a pretty face?
>
>James
>
>"Kameleon" <mich...@cwcom.net> wrote in message
>news:3921FC82...@cwcom.net...
>> Has someone being lying to you again? :o)
>>
>> 'm'
>>
>> James Whyley wrote:
>>
>> > More than just a pretty face : )
>> >
>> > James
>> >
>> > "katie" <kayr...@hotmail.com> wrote in message
>> > news:czlU4.1414$Vb1....@eagle.america.net...
>> > > Wow James! You've outdone self! Thanks
>> > >
>> > > --
>> > > Lady katie
>> > > Keeper of the Pepto
>> > > Quis, quid, ubi, quibus auxiliis, cur, quomodo, quando?
>> > > ---------
>> > > Kameleon <mich...@cwcom.net> wrote in message
>> > > news:3921DBDA...@cwcom.net...
>> > > Thanks for posting them James. Have you any tales about York or
>Whitby?
>> > > There
>> > > both very haunted places.
>> > >
>> > > 'm'
>> > >
>> > > 8< most respectfully snipped >8
>> > >
>> > >
>>
>
>
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> Someone HAS been lying to you, you poor chap.
>
> On Wed, 17 May 2000 10:29:18 +0100, "James Whyley"
> <ja...@joinme.demon.co.uk> wrote:
>
> >You mean I'm just a pretty face?
> >
> >James
> >
> >"Kameleon" <mich...@cwcom.net> wrote in message
> >news:3921FC82...@cwcom.net...
> >> Has someone being lying to you again? :o)
> >>
> >> 'm'
> >>
> >> James Whyley wrote:
> >>
> >> > More than just a pretty face : )
> >> >
> >> > James
> >> >
> >> > "katie" <kayr...@hotmail.com> wrote in message
> >> > news:czlU4.1414$Vb1....@eagle.america.net...
> >> > > Wow James! You've outdone self! Thanks
> >> > >
> >> > > --
> >> > > Lady katie
> >> > > Keeper of the Pepto
> >> > > Quis, quid, ubi, quibus auxiliis, cur, quomodo, quando?
> >> > > ---------
> >> > > Kameleon <mich...@cwcom.net> wrote in message
> >> > > news:3921DBDA...@cwcom.net...
> >> > > Thanks for posting them James. Have you any tales about York or
> >Whitby?
> >> > > There
> >> > > both very haunted places.
> >> > >
> >> > > 'm'
> >> > >
Ceg
St. Uriel - Patron Saint for Naughty Girls wrote in message
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>Gotta call 'em like I see 'em....
>
>
>Uri <-- who's jealous of all the attention James gets from the ladies.
>
>On Wed, 17 May 2000 18:42:41 -0500, "katie" <kayr...@hotmail.com>
>wrote:
>>> >> > > Thanks for posting them James. Have you any tales about York or
>>> >Whitby?
>>> >> > > There
>>> >> > > both very haunted places.
>>> >> > >
>>> >> > > 'm'
>>> >> > >
katie
NEEEEVER mind then!
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St. Uriel - Patron Saint for Naughty Girls <uriel44...@worldnet.att.net>
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> >> >> > > Thanks for posting them James. Have you any tales about York or
> >> >Whitby?
> >> >> > > There
> >> >> > > both very haunted places.
> >> >> > >
> >> >> > > 'm'
> >> >> > >
St. Uriel - Patron Saint for Naughty Girls
>> >> > > Thanks for posting them James. Have you any tales about York or
>> >Whitby?
>> >> > > There
>> >> > > both very haunted places.
>> >> > >
>> >> > > 'm'
>> >> > >
St. Uriel - Patron Saint for Naughty Girls
On Wed, 17 May 2000 23:56:11 -0400, "Ceg"
<Screensa...@theporch.dynamip.com> wrote:
>::there's a fine line between attention and pity::<g>
>
>
>St. Uriel - Patron Saint for Naughty Girls wrote in message
><39286742...@netnews.att.net>...
>>>> >> > > Thanks for posting them James. Have you any tales about York or
>>>> >Whitby?
>>>> >> > > There
>>>> >> > > both very haunted places.
>>>> >> > >
>>>> >> > > 'm'
>>>> >> > >
St. Uriel - Patron Saint for Naughty Girls
On Wed, 17 May 2000 22:58:11 -0500, "katie" <kayr...@hotmail.com>
wrote:
>Oh poor baby! Want me to kiss it for you? Oh what's that POs saying?
>NEEEEVER mind then!
>
>--
>Lady katie
>Keeper of the Pepto
>Quis, quid, ubi, quibus auxiliis, cur, quomodo, quando?
>---------
>St. Uriel - Patron Saint for Naughty Girls <uriel44...@worldnet.att.net>
>wrote in message news:39286742...@netnews.att.net...
>> >> >> > > Thanks for posting them James. Have you any tales about York or
>> >> >Whitby?
>> >> >> > > There
>> >> >> > > both very haunted places.
>> >> >> > >
>> >> >> > > 'm'
>> >> >> > >
James Whyley
James
> >> > > Thanks for posting them James. Have you any tales about York or
> >Whitby?
> >> > > There
> >> > > both very haunted places.
> >> > >
> >> > > 'm'
> >> > >
James Whyley
James
"Patricia M." <patr...@erols.com> wrote in message
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Ceg
James Whyley wrote in message
<958641520.23369.0...@news.demon.co.uk>...
>> >> > > Thanks for posting them James. Have you any tales about York or
>> >Whitby?
>> >> > > There
>> >> > > both very haunted places.
>> >> > >
>> >> > > 'm'
>> >> > >
James Whyley
James
"St. Uriel - Patron Saint for Naughty Girls"
<uriel44...@worldnet.att.net> wrote in message
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> Gotta call 'em like I see 'em....
>
>
> Uri <-- who's jealous of all the attention James gets from the ladies.
>
> On Wed, 17 May 2000 18:42:41 -0500, "katie" <kayr...@hotmail.com>
> wrote:
>
> >Oh no! Uri! You crush the poor boy!
> >
> >> >> > > Thanks for posting them James. Have you any tales about York or
> >> >Whitby?
> >> >> > > There
> >> >> > > both very haunted places.
> >> >> > >
> >> >> > > 'm'
> >> >> > >
Poetta
YUM!!
On Thu, 18 May 2000 04:03:33 GMT, uriel44...@worldnet.att.net (St. Uriel -
Patron Saint for Naughty Girls) wrote:
>She won't mind, I promise she won't.....
>
>On Wed, 17 May 2000 22:58:11 -0500, "katie" <kayr...@hotmail.com>
>wrote:
>
>>Oh poor baby! Want me to kiss it for you? Oh what's that POs saying?
>>NEEEEVER mind then!
>>
>>--
>>Lady katie
>>Keeper of the Pepto
>>Quis, quid, ubi, quibus auxiliis, cur, quomodo, quando?
>>---------
>>St. Uriel - Patron Saint for Naughty Girls <uriel44...@worldnet.att.net>
>>wrote in message news:39286742...@netnews.att.net...
>>> >> >> > > Thanks for posting them James. Have you any tales about York or
>>> >> >Whitby?
>>> >> >> > > There
>>> >> >> > > both very haunted places.
>>> >> >> > >
>>> >> >> > > 'm'
>>> >> >> > >
katie
--
Lady katie
Keeper of the Pepto
Quis, quid, ubi, quibus auxiliis, cur, quomodo, quando?
---------
Ceg <Screensa...@theporch.dynamip.com> wrote in message
news:GSJU4.109610$vN5.14...@news-east.usenetserver.com...
> ::there's a fine line between attention and pity::<g>
>
>
> St. Uriel - Patron Saint for Naughty Girls wrote in message
> <39286742...@netnews.att.net>...
> >>> >> > > Thanks for posting them James. Have you any tales about York or
> >>> >Whitby?
> >>> >> > > There
> >>> >> > > both very haunted places.
> >>> >> > >
> >>> >> > > 'm'
> >>> >> > >
Kameleon
'm'
The Tiger Lair wrote:
> Kameleon wrote
>
> <Thanks for posting them James. Have you any tales about York or Whitby?
> There both very haunted places.>
>
> Makes mental note to visit Kameleon one day
Kameleon
'm'
Patricia M.
No. Wait.
That isn't right....
Starrlite
James Whyley
First published 1987 again in 90 and 94 by Anderson Publications, Leicester,
Le8 4En
ISBN 0 907917 08 9
It's only a little book, but it's quite good.
James, hope this comes in handy : )
"Kameleon" <mich...@cwcom.net> wrote in message
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James Whyley
James Whyley
James
"Kameleon" <mich...@cwcom.net> wrote in message
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> Thanks, I'll look out for it.