Hampstead Heath is comprised of 800 acres of wild and rugged moorland, which as well as being a playground for generations, also provides a lush habitat for an abundance of wildlife. Yet in parts it is a sinister place, numerous ponds dot the heath and hardy swimmers make use of several of them on a more or less daily basis. Some of these swimmers complain of hearing phantom footsteps following them along the piers as they prepare to leap into the cold, murky waters. No explanation has ever been found as to who, or what, might be responsible, although several witnesses believe them to be connected with suicides that, in the past, chose to end their lives in the ponds.
From the 17th to the 18th centuries, the rough paths that cross its untamed wilderness were the haunt of numerous highwaymen, so called “Gentlemen of the Road,” who would stop at nothing to relieve travellers of their possessions, and often their lives. It would seem that one such felon found the lure of the heath so irresistible, that he is loathe to leave. Over the years there have been numerous reports of a dark figure on horseback that comes riding from the dense thickets and gallops towards astonished witnesses. One lady who encountered him, later reported how was so convinced she was about to be trampled to death, that she flung herself to the ground and prepared for the impact. After a few moments, she looked up to find that the spectral rider and his mount had, apparently, vanished into thin air. Only then did it dawn on her that, despite the fact that they were coming towards her at great speed, the horse’s hooves had not made a sound upon the hard ground.
On Hampstead’s High Street, the William IV pub is a cosy little place that was, so tradition claims, once the house of a local doctor. For reasons long since forgotten this medic one day murdered his wife, and bricked her body up in a recess in the house’s basement, which is now the cellar of the pub. Not best pleased by this, her spirit still makes its displeasure known by rattling windows and slamming doors in the dead of night.
Meanwhile, people walking by outside have, from time to time, glimpsed the poignant shade of a young girl who stands on her tip toes and gazes anxiously through the windows of the pub. She is swathed in a white shroud, and her long plaited hair hangs untidily across her shoulder. Few people can fail to have sympathy for the plight that left this poor girls spirit earthbound, for she is said to have been a young girl whose parents, having dropped her off at a dentist that once stood opposite the William IV -various versions of the tale place the date at some stage in the early 20th century – came over to the pub and left their daughter to endure the ordeal alone. So traumatic did she find the experience that she killed herself rather than keep her next appointment, and ever since her ghost occasionally peeps in at the windows of the William IV seeking the parents who, not content with leaving her to face the whining terror of the dentists drill alone, have apparently, also abandoned her to face eternity alone as well.

England seems like the most haunted place on earth. London has so many good ghost tales.

i've got more if you are interested?

Sure post em up I'll read them. I never mind new stories. Thanks for sharing.

I went to Key West many years ago and they have some great ghosts stories as well and plenty of them. I think I remember reading that Key West is one of the most haunted places in the U.S.

Indeed, there are so many awesome ghost stories that come from that part of the world

Keep posting them sam!