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British Town is Being Terrorized by an Evil Clown

A spooky clown has been scaring Northampton residents in full costume and make up.

He is red haired and white faced and has appeared in several locations in the Abington and Kingsley areas.

A Facebook page has now been set up for the clown called Spot Northampton’s Clown which has already achieved over 3,000 likes since it went live yesterday.

The clown has proved a sensation on social media and has its own Twitter hashtag #northamptonclown.

According to reports it has knocked on someone’s door and offered to paint their sills despite having no painting equipment.

Let us know if you see it too. Here are some Tweets about the clown so far:

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The Brown Lady - Raynham Hall in Norfolk, England, is home to the subject of one of the most famous ghost photos ever captured, the Brown Lady is named so because she appears in a rich brocade brown dress. She is widely believed to be Lady Dorothy Walpole, sister of Sir Robert Walpole, who married Charles, 2nd Viscount Townshend in 1713. She died under mysterious circumstances in 1726, and sightings of her began shortly after. Though reports of sightings have waned dramatically since the photo was taken in 1936, sightings before then had been reported by some fairly reputable sources. My favorite account is from a Major Loftus, who was staying at Raynham Hall in 1849. Retiring to bed one night, he and a friend named Hawkins observed a woman in brown brocade who vanished as Major Loftus approached her. Determined to confront the apparition, the next night he returned to she same spot and saw her again. He was horrified to see however, that when he looked into her face he saw only two black sockets where her eyes should have been. 

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Have you ever spent the night in a house reputed to be haunted? This story could make you reconsider.

It was the autumn of 1834 when the Proctors, a Quaker family, began to notice disturbances in their house near Tyneside in northern England. Every member of the family complained of hearing footsteps and whistling that could not be accounted for. The sound of a clock being wound could not be explained. Over a six-year period, the intensity of the haunting increased. The stomping of angry footsteps echoed throughout the house, contrasted by faint whisperings. And then there were the apparitions. The white figure of a strange woman was seen in a window by a neighbor, and then seen in other rooms of the house by the Proctors. A disembodied white face appeared over a stair railing, seeming to watch the family.

The Proctor’s plight was known throughout the area, and then, as now, there were skeptics who were certain they could explain it all away. On July 3, 1840, Edward Drury, a local doctor, volunteered to spend a night in the house with his colleague, T. Hudson, while the Proctors were away. Dr. Drury armed himself with pistols and waited on the third floor landing, unafraid of what he was sure were mundane house noises. Less than an hour into his vigil, Drury began to hear soft footfalls, then a knocking and an echoing cough. Hudson had fallen asleep. But at about 1 a.m., Dr. Drury watched in horror as a closet door slowly swung open out of which floated toward him the ghostly lady in white. Drury screamed and charged the phantom, succeeding only in tripping over his friend Hudson. What next happened the doctor could not recall. “I have since learned,” he later wrote, “that I was carried downstairs in an agony of fear and terror.”

Some years later the Proctors could stand no more of the unexplained manifestations and vacated the house in 1847. The building was later torn down

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My dad was born an identical twin, however his twin brother died at birth- leaving him. He grew up in a large house in England, there were lots of trees on the property and one large one by the bedroom he grew up in. Because of this there were always leaves everywhere and he said at night the sound of the leaves swirling around if it was windy would help him sleep.

Later in his life he moved out with a current girlfriend. One night they went to sleep as usual, my dad said they remembered hearing leaves rustling around in the wind before they fell asleep which reminded him of home. He was woken up at night by his girlfriend sitting up in bed, talking towards the doorway. He sat up too, which startled her and asked her what she was doing. She said that she saw him standing in the doorway and was asking what he was doing. My dad was asleep the whole time. In the morning my dad looked outside and there were no leaves on the ground and apparently no wind at all that night.

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I live in England and this insident occured when I was in my last year of junior school, also known as year six. Every year, some teachers would take year six away on a trip somewhere for a week. That year we went to Whitby. Name familiar? Well, if you’ve ever read Dracula,then it should be. The teachers got us hyped up on the Dracula story and the boys used it to their advantage, pulling vamire-theamed pranks for the whole week.

We stayed in a bed and breakfast quite close to the beach. If I stuck my head out the window I could hear the sea, and at night we could see Whitby Abby all lit up from our bedroom windows. A group of seven other girls and I were cramed into a horrible room. It was a dump. The first thing we noticed was that it was always cold, even when the heating was on. The week went on and a crack mysteriouly appeared in the bedroom window. It just apeared, out of nowhere and it got bigger. There was nothing to make it get bigger, we were too scared to to touch it, but it spread over the whole window. I know that doesn’t sound scary. The scary part happened on the Thursday.

We were all snug in our beds when something woke me up. I wasn’t sure what it was. It did cross my mind that the window had broken or that the boys were playing another prank, or that maybe one of the teachers was checking up on us. Then I felt air on the back of my neck, like somebody blowing on it. The problem was my neck was facing the wall. Then somebody tugged on the bottom of my quilt, pulling it down.

There was a tiny little girl at the end of my bed, grinning and giggleing like it was all just a game. She must have been at least four years old, with light brown hair and a face full of freckles. I pulled the quilt back up and told her to go away. I did try to get back to sleep, but she kept giggleing and pulling at the quilt. For a little kiddie, she was quite strong. Then I did start to get scared. Not only was this cubby little tot stronger than me, but I was on the top bunk. And she was nowhere near the ladder. She was too tiny to have climbed up and I have no idea how she got there. What’s more, when I woke Ann (the girl on the bottom bunk), she said there was nothing there. And there wasn’t.

So I went back to sleep, I figured the kid had got fed up and wandered off, back to her own room. The following morning, I told the other girls in the room what had happened. Ann, who basicly acted like our mother for the whole trip, got angry that somebody couldn’t keep their daughter under control. At breakfast, she asked our landlady tons of questions. It turns out our school were the only ones staying in the bed and breakfast; we’d booked every room and there were no spare rooms left. And the landlady had no children or grandchildren of her own. So the creepy little girl remained a mystery… and we didn’t get any sleep for the rest of the week.

Edward Mordake


The true tale of Edward Mordake (Mordrake) has been lost to history. His unusual case occurred early in medical history and is referenced only in tales handed down. Indeed, the tale of his life has become so muddled through the passage of time that no solid date of birth or death is evident to modern researchers.

The story always begins the same way. Edward is said be have been heir to one of the noblest families in England. He was considered a bright and charming man – a scholar, a musician and a young man in possession of profound grace. He was said to be quite handsome when viewed from the front – yet, on the back of his head there was a second face, twisted and evil.

In some versions of the story, the second face of Edward is a beautiful girl. This is an impossibility as all parasitic twins are of the same sex. Often it was said that it possessed its own intelligence and was quite malignant in its intentions. It has been said that the eyes would follow spectators and its lips would ‘gibber’ relentlessly and silently. According to legend it would smile and sneer as Edward wept over his condition. While no voice was ever audible, Edward swore that often he would be kept awake by the hateful whispers of his ‘evil twin’.

The story has always concluded with young Edward committing suicide at the age of twenty-three. The method of his death also differs, sometimes poison does him in and in other versions a bullet ‘between the eyes of his devil-twin’ puts him out of his misery. In both versions Edward leaves behind a letter requesting that the ‘demon face’ be destroyed before his burial, ‘lest it continues its dreadful whisperings in my grave.’

Is the story of Edward true? The 1896 text Anomolies and Curiosities of Medicine mentions a version of the story and Edward has been featured in many texts, plays and even music as the Tom Waits song ‘Poor Edward’ is based on the story.

Fuck Yeah Nightmares: Jack The Rippers Victim Ghost

The north side of Hanbury Street is now covered by the sprawling mass of the buildings that were formerly the Truman Brewery. It was built on the site of number 29 Hanbury Street, in the back yard of which at around 6am on 8th September 1888, the body of Annie Chapman, Jack the Ripper’s second victim was discovered.

At 6am on 8th September 1888 John Davis, an elderly resident of 29 Hanbury Street came downstairs, walked along the narrow passageway and opened the back door. The sight that he saw shook him to the core. Moments later two workmen walking along Hanbury Street were suddenly startled when the door of number 29 burst open and a wild eyed old man stumbled into the street. “Men” he cried “come here.” Nervously they followed him along the passageway and looking into the yard saw the mutilated body of Annie Chapman.

Her dress had been pulled up around her knees, exposing her striped stockings. A deep cut had slashed across her throat; her intestines had been tugged out and laid across her shoulder. Missing from the body were the uterus and part of the bladder. The contents of her pocket were found lying in a neat pile near to the body. The brass rings that she had been wearing at the time of her death had evidently been torn from her fingers and were never discovered. And, just a few feet away from the body, there lay a folded and wet leather apron.

In the days of the brewery it was often noticed that a strange chill drifted through the boardroom at 6am on the anniversary of the murder and it was also reported that Annie Chapman’s headless ghost was sometimes seen standing by the wall of the storeroom that occupied the spot where she died.

Fuck Yeah Nightmares: Springheel Jack


In a Liverpool backstreet in the autumn of 1904 a baying mob of over one hundred people rounded a corner to be confronted with one of the most terrifying paranormal figures in England’s history.

The figure was instantly recognisable as it became illuminated by torchlight, as the townspeople…