This is a very strange story which took place in Liverpool, England in Victorian times...
In 1878, 18-year-old Sarah Harvey from Knight Street - which is just off Rodney Street in Liverpool's city centre - went missing in mysterious circumstances. She had gone up to her bedroom to get herself ready for her boyfriend, who was going to take her to see a play at the Colosseum Theatre in Paradise Street. When her fiance arrived, Mrs Harvey went up to call Sarah, but received no reply. Instead, she heard a weird assortment of noises. The strange racket sounded like distant drums beating and people chanting, but as soon as Mrs Harvey opened her daughter's bedroom door, the noises stopped - and she saw that the room was empty. On the dresser there was an upturned wine glass.
The sinister disappearance baffled the police, so they assumed that Sarah Harvey had run away from home, perhaps to elope with the friend of her cousin in North Wales. However, the mystery deepened when detectives in Wales established that the missing teenager had not visited the area. Two girls, who were Sarah's best friends, later came forward and added another twist to the mystery when they claimed that Sarah had been meddling with the ouija board and reading a book on black magic.
The search for Sarah Harvey continued for several months, but she was never found. Her boyfriend gave up hope in the end and married another girl. Then, ten years later, a British team of explorers in equatorial Africa came across a tribe of pygmies. The witchdoctor of the tribe, a very old and sick man, was dying. The explorers offered him medicine but he refused, and through an interpreter he said would soon be dead and wanted to confess his sins. He gave a rambling account of killing enemies with his magic and jinxes, but he also admitted carrying out something which intrigued the explorers. He said he regretted spiriting away a young goldenhaired lady from a faraway island to his hut. The interpreter said he had actually met this woman and she had given her name as Sarah Harvey. One night she ran away from the witchdoctor as he slept and was last seen living with a tribe in the Congo.
The explorers searched for the golden-haired Sarah Harvey, but she was never found. However, the chief of one of the Congo tribes showed the explorers two children who were said to be the sons of the mysterious Miss Harvey. The two boys had light skin and green eyes.

I'd be very interested to hear any thoughts and opinions you may have.....

Hammy x x x

Wha-?

Hammy, is that a wind-up?

Umm... .....don't know what to say...I'll go away and think about it...

I've thought about it. I'll use a technical term I've learnt from a paranormal investigator:

Flim-flam.

ummmmmmmmmm..........could be!!!!!!!

It's reported as fact....but....well.....who knows? Sounds preposterus (spelling?)but there have been lots of similar stories havn't there?

Whether this story is fact or fiction I do not know. What I do know is that I enjoy reading the stories you post Hammy! I find them interesting, some of them thought provoking, and most just good entertainment. You've really livened up this part of the forum.

Turns eventually into the complete opposite. Like Paul McCartney's career.

Is there a subliminal message here? The Liverpool Vampire, The Dead of Night conspiracy and now this. There's something been going on in that city for years and its been hushed up? Is it that only you know the facts and you're preparing us for some revelation? Either that or its a song by The Fall that never saw the light of day. Intriguing none the less. Is there more?

Getting a bit deep now. Stop it, please.

Nice avatar, btw. I love stained glass windows.

Hey.........I love Liverpool.........no, actually, I ADORE the place!!!!!!!!!!! So I keep a close eye on stories and buy all Toms' books!

And I still don't get the enen....enant.......enema....thing.........

I wish I had this Bi-location thing..........hate driving.......roads are full of cretins here.....and just think how easy the shopping would be!!!

Hammy x x x

I don't have anything to add to this, just likes reading your stories, Hammy.

Don't worry.......I didn't take it personally Agent .......

I don't know any more information on hushed-up mass-burials or vampires..........I'm sure there are HEAPS more stories.......but we'll never know

The president of the Ghost Club Soc. bi-located on one occasion. If no-one knows the story I'll put it on when I've recovered from freezing half to death at football this evening.

*runs into thread squealing excitedly*

Bi-location is in this months' Fortean Times!!!!!!!!! The story about the nun who was popping up all over the place!!!!

I'll check to see if it's on their web-site!

*scampers off again*

In Mr Underwood's words:

I even played a personal part in an experience of this type. During the latter years that I worked in publishing in London I was in the habit of popping out for coffee most mornings to a nearby coffee house. Naturally I became known to the proprietor, who would give me a nod as I walked to my usual seat and then bring me a black coffee. One morning my friend James Turner called to see me at the office and we walked round the corner for a cup of coffee.

The proprietor looked hard at me for a moment as we walked in and then asked me whether I had been in already that morning. I said 'No, of course not, why?' He said that a little earlier he had seen me come in and go to my usual seat, and he had followed a moment later with a coffee - but when he looked I was not anywhere in the coffee house. He said I had been wearing a different suit to the one I was now wearing but was absolutely certain it had been me. There was no way in or out of the establishement other than past the proprietor.

Mr Underwood classes this as a Ghost of The Living, something that occurs more often than is realized.