Black Horse
A couple of years back some friends of mine bought the Black Horse in Pluckley. Now, if you've ever heard of this place, its bloody haunted!

I lived there for about 3 months with my mate doing it up after the previous landlord had ripped everything out. Not being a particular believer in these things wasnt too worried about the whole living there.

Oops.

The first night we were there we slept on sofas upstairs. Just falling asleep when I hear footsteps, I know its not my mate as he fell asleep before me - and he sleeps like a log, anyway it gets closer and then stops by the sofa im on. By this point i have my head in the sleeping bag, heart racing, and generally bricking it.

Next day, find a 'secret' staircase upstairs, nothing at the top except 2 chairs facing each other.

I used to sit in the kitchen talking out loud, just mentioning that we were trying to sort the place out, and not meaning to ruin it. (which we didn't)

Oh, and there was a room which had a shower in, never went in there. Something very very very weird about that room.

Getting the shivers writing this.

Appologies about length, its natural.
( P, Benny P, Fri 4 Jul 2008, 22:51, Reply)