Famous local hauntings

The Grey Lady of Worcester Cathedral (Worcestershire)

In the heart of Worcester stands the cathedral, resplendent and serene—yet said to be haunted by a Grey Lady, thought to be the ghost of a grieving nun. Sightings often describe her silently walking through the cloisters or the crypt. Some say she was entombed alive after a forbidden affair with a clergyman. Whether penitent or lost, her presence is a sorrowful chill in the sacred air.

The Haunting of Croome Court (Worcestershire)

This stately home, once seat of the Earls of Coventry, harbors reports of ghostly figures and mysterious footsteps. Visitors have described spectral sightings of a woman in 18th-century garb, possibly Maria Gunning, the tragic first Countess, who died young and under a cloud of scandal. Staff have also reported cold spots, moving objects, and a piano playing faintly on its own.

The Phantom Monk of Little Malvern Priory (Worcestershire)

Near the Malvern Hills, the ruins of this former Benedictine monastery are said to be haunted by a restless monk, glimpsed gliding across the graveyard. He’s thought to have been a traitor, killed by his brethren for revealing secrets during the Reformation. His spectral penance continues beneath the shadow of the hills.

Eastnor Castle’s Haunted Bedroom (Herefordshire)

Though picturesque, Eastnor Castle is said to be home to a haunted bedroom that no one dares sleep in. Guests have reported heavy, oppressive presences, doors opening unaided, and a figure appearing at the foot of the bed. The legend suggests it's the spirit of a former butler who died mysteriously within the castle walls—his duties, it seems, never ended.

The Black Vaughan of Hergest Court (Herefordshire)

Perhaps the most infamous of all—Black Vaughan was a 15th-century nobleman whose cruelty during the Wars of the Roses earned him dark renown. After death, his malevolent spirit was said to manifest as a demonic black dog, haunting the countryside around Kington. He’s believed to be one of the inspirations for Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s The Hound of the Baskervilles.

The Ghostly Choir of Abbey Dore (Herefordshire)

Tucked in the Golden Valley, Abbey Dore Church was once part of a grand Cistercian monastery. Though now a tranquil parish church, there are tales of a phantom choir heard singing plainsong at twilight, long after the building is empty. Locals have reported hearing ethereal voices and the faint notes of ancient hymns drifting through the stonework. The spirits are believed to be those of the long-departed monks, still carrying out their sacred duties centuries after their dissolution by Henry VIII.

The Phantom Monk of Leominster Priory (Herefordshire)

Leominster Priory, with its Norman arches and centuries-old gravestones, harbours more than ancient stonework—locals whisper of a ghostly monk who drifts silently through the nave and cloisters. Dressed in dark, flowing robes with his face obscured by a deep hood, he appears most often in the twilight hours, just after evensong. Witnesses claim he seems to be searching for something—perhaps a lost relic, or penance for a secret sin. Some have heard faint chanting or the sound of sandals on cold stone floors, though no living soul is ever found nearby.

The Crying Girl of Hartlebury Castle

(Worcestershire)

Once the seat of the Bishops of Worcester, Hartlebury Castle now houses a museum—but its history hasn't left quietly. A number of staff and visitors have encountered a ghostly little girl, dressed in Victorian clothing, often seen in the old schoolroom or near the Bishop’s private quarters. Her soft crying echoes through the halls at night, accompanied by the tapping of tiny footsteps. She clutches a tattered rag doll and stares with sorrowful eyes before vanishing into thin air. Some believe she may have been the child of a servant or orphaned during a smallpox outbreak, never leaving the only home she knew.

The Headless Cavalier of Holt Fleet Bridge

(Worcestershire)

Near the tranquil waters of the River Severn, Holt Fleet Bridge is said to be haunted by the restless spirit of a decapitated Royalist soldier, doomed to ride for eternity. Legend holds that he was carrying a secret dispatch during the English Civil War when he was intercepted by Parliamentarian troops and beheaded on the spot. Now, on misty nights, the clatter of hooves can be heard on the old towpath, and some have claimed to see a rider on a black horse, headless, galloping toward the river before vanishing in a blur of fog. Drivers have even reported near-misses with the spectre on the bridge itself.

A couple in Kempsey thought they'd found their dream home—until the haunting began. Emma experienced chilling phenomena: footsteps in empty rooms, the sensation of being grabbed, even bite marks with no clear source.

Desperate for help, they turned to the team from Help! My House is Haunted. Upon arrival, investigators sensed a dark energy linked to the land’s violent past—possibly dating back to the English Civil War.

An intense exorcism was performed in the master bedroom, which investigators described as one of their most extreme cases. After the ritual, peace returned.

This haunting proves the paranormal doesn’t just dwell in ruins—it lives among us.

Tucked away on Ranelagh Road, The Nunnery is one of Malvern’s most paranormally active sites. Once a convent, this atmospheric relic has become a hotspot for ghost hunters and thrill-seekers alike.

Visitors report shadowy figures, phantom voices, and even chanting from unseen sources. One ghost hunt in late 2024 recorded an entity shouting a very human “F* off”** in the dead of night. Cold spots, footsteps in empty corridors, and a palpable sense of being watched are common experiences.

Though no longer a private residence, The Nunnery remains a chilling reminder of Malvern’s haunted past—and possibly, its haunted present.

In the heart of Hereford, the Orange Tree pub hides a ghostly secret. A hooded nun has been spotted by staff and patrons, drifting through the cellar and vanishing without a trace.

Legend links her to an old convent graveyard said to lie beneath the building. Cold spots, flickering lights, and the eerie feeling of being watched are often blamed on this silent spectre.

Whether she mourns or protects, one thing’s certain: the Orange Tree serves more than just ale—it serves a lingering piece of the past.