Something Strange at Chingle Hall
SOLOMON STRANGE remembers the night he spent in haunted Chingle Hall in Lancashire and lived to tell the tale …
Fear is the sudden realisation that everything you’ve been brought up to believe in is erroneous. For example, there are no such things as ghosts, wraiths and spectres, so psychologists and sceptics tell us. We grow up to believe in our tactile senses, what we can see feel and touch are real and what we cannot perceive is relegated to myth, superstition and legend.
As a writer, I find it is important to draw on real life experiences to bring believability to the plot. This was the case whilst writing my novel The Ebethusa. Part of the story revolves around four young boys trapped in a sinister house; the mansion has a dark past which has terrible consequences for them. This segment of the book was gleaned from personal experience. Obviously, I have used artistic licence, but in many ways my experience was every bit as terrifying as what the boys go through, because what happened to me was real.
In 1990, I was asked to stay the night in a renowned Lancashire house for a charity event. The residence was known as Chingle Hall and its reputation was fearsome. Many people believe it to be the most haunted house in England. Originally built by Adam de Singleton in 1260 it succeeded many families, including the Singletons and Walls.
In 1679, during the time of the Catholic reformation, when it was illegal to practice mass in Britain, Father John Wall defied the law and was subsequently arrested for heresy. He steadfastly refused to forsake his religion, was hung drawn and quartered and his head buried at the hall. Legend has it that if his skull is ever found that the haunting will cease.
One thing is certain, there is nothing more unnerving than being stalked by something in the darkest hours of the night, when you are alone and that something is not human. . . but that is getting ahead of my story. . .
As we drove up to Chingle Hall it was already dark and we were all excited in a fun sort of way. The outside of the house certainly lived up to its reputation, dimly lit, it oozed an eerie atmosphere all of its own. We crossed the bridge and over the moat to the main entrance. Once in the great hall our guide spoke in length about the history of the building and its high level of paranormal activity, ranging from weird noises to ghostly monks wandering through the corridors in the dead of night. It was just what we expected, some great little stories to tell our friends the next day but thought no more of it.
Almost immediately, odd things started to happen. Sara noticed a cold spot right next to the great fireplace. I passed my hand across hers and felt it too, yet neither Pete nor Michelle could feel anything. It was completely contrary to the heat of the roaring fire. We just put it down to a sneaky draught and said no more about it. With our host now gone, we wandered through the house taking in its history. Eleanor’s room was considered to be one of the most haunted rooms, a young girl had been held captive for over twelve years in there. Eventually she died at the age of twenty. It had been explained to us that some people upon entering the room were overcome with emotion or could smell lavender. We experienced nothing!
The chapel, next to the great hall, offered very little in the way of anything paranormal, yet supposedly was witness to a whole host of supernatural activity. We continued our journey through the house, opening and closing creaky doors and just as I began to wonder if all of these stories were just hype, we heard the latch on one of the doors rattle up and clunk down. When we turned around, to our surprise, the door was ajar and no one in sight. I made a quick excuse that it was my fault and that I hadn’t closed it properly as I could see that Sara and Michelle were feeling increasingly uneasy. We decided to go back to the main hall and for the next couple of hours sat chatting. Perhaps I was just showing off or maybe I just wanted to satisfy my own curiosity but I took a torch and went upstairs on my own to Saint John Wall’s room.
The first thing that caught my attention was the smell, it was a curious aroma, almost certainly incense, the type you find in churches, except this was a deeper fetid stench. I remember looking around that room and felt nervous, felt cold, but it wasn’t a natural cold, it was more like a mild electrical current coursing through my body. To the side of the window something moved and I wished to God I hadn’t left the others downstairs. It looked like a dark shadow but wasn’t because it was deeper than the shadows surrounding it. Instantly the story sprang to mind of ghostly monks moving up and down stairwells and along corridors. This coal-black apparition, or whatever it was, had the vague outline of a monk but I couldn’t honestly be sure. I stood grim faced and could actually feel the blood draining from me. It’s strange, at that moment, I realised that this bizarre occurrence defied rational explanation, it couldn’t be explained away, no matter how hard I tried to convince myself that this was a trick of the light or fear fuelling my imagination. As it moved again, slowly turning towards me, I had the distinct feeling this presence was watching me. It seemed to move with a sense of self determination and that scared me. Needless to say I got the hell out of there as fast as I could.
This was a profound experience and something I have never forgotten.
Nothing in the mind is real, that is a psychological fact yet I know what I saw and it wasn’t my imagination running riot. This type of experience plays on our darkest fears, yet for me I count myself fortunate to have had this chilling experience.
SOLOMON STRANGE provided the following biography to The Spooky Isles:
Solomon Strange is shrouded in mystery and intrigue. Thought to have been born in 1545, there are very few verified facts. Some people claim that he has been around since the inception of The Knights Templar. He has reputedly appeared throughout history but has always remained an elusive figure, even to this day. Always appearing to be around 50 years of age, Solomon Strange has been allegedly linked to various occult figures including John Dee, Edward Kelley, Sir Francis Dashwood, Countess Elizabeth Bathory and Aleister Crowley to name but a few. A very clever and influential man it has been said that during his life he has been an instrumental member of several Kings’ Courts throughout Europe and in the Middle East. His involvement with the notorious Hellfire Club is legendary. Strange’s first novel, The Ebethusa, is already in the highest rated and most downloaded category on Smashwords. It is also being actively promoted on various horror websites by people who appreciate his dynamic writing. This panaoramic style has already caught the eye of some indie filmmakers such as White Tiger Films who have stated “it is an opportunity for our screenwriter/filmmaker friends for a feature adaption of this horror thriller.”
Here are some links, Solomon has given us:
- A video trailer for The House of Solomon Strange
- Solomon Strange’s website
- Amazon to buy his book The Ebethusa