Hammys' Bedtime Stories #1

[dancin'hamster]

Another one of Hammys' Bedtime Stories.......... courtesy of Tom....

'The following story is about an evil discarnate being which may have been responsible for thousands of deaths in 18th century Liverpool, England. The tale is the most incredible one I have ever researched, and it suggests a sinister conspiracy in high places. It all began in the early 1970s.

One wintry night in 1972, the Joneses, a family of four in Old Swan heard a faint regular thumping noise which sounded like a human heartbeat. The strange pulsation seemed to be coming from below, and getting stronger by the minute. By midnight, the throbbing vibration was driving the Jones family to distraction. The budgerigar became hysterical in its covered cage, the family dog started to howl, and the goldfish swam around their tank as the weird pulse shook it. Mr Jones went outside and was intrigued to hear the eerie beating sound in the street. The old next-door neighbour Gladys came out and asked what the thumping sound was, and Mr Jones shrugged. About five minutes later, the vibration stopped suddenly, but it returned on various occasions over the following weeks, and was even investigated by the council. The sound could not be traced, but was of subterranean origin, and seemed most intense within a triangular area bounded by Broad Green Lane, St Oswald's Street, and Edge Lane Drive. One woman in the centre of this triangle had to move from her home in Cunningham Road because the deep vibrations gave her migraines. Meanwhile, in the home of the Jones family, a strange spate of incidents started to take place whenever the pounding heartbeat shook their dwelling. In September 1972, Mr Jones was putting the milk bottles out, when he heard the deep rhythmic thuds beginning once again. This time they seemed more heavy and nearer. Mrs Jones was enjoying a cosy bath at the time. She let out a shriek, and Mr Jones raced up the stairs to his wife. In the bathroom, five strange faces were appearing on the steamed-up window panes. The faces were contorted and looked like skulls. As Mr and Mrs Jones looked on, the faces melted away, leaving streaks of condensed water behind. Then the vibrating heartbeat stopped abruptly.

On the following day, old Gladys next door was taken into an ambulance. She'd just suffered a heart attack. Mr and Mrs Jones visited her in hospital that evening, and the old neighbour told them a curious tale. She said that she had dozed off in her armchair and had awoke to find the parlour crowded with horrible dead-looking people. The gruesome crowd had faces like skeletons and they were all leaning forward, watching Gladys intently. She was so terrified of the ghouls she screamed out and had a heart attack.

Later that week, Gladys died.

Around the same time one evening, Mr Jones's 18-year-old daughter knocked over a cup of tea. As she went to mop up the puddle of spilt tea from the coffee table, she let out a scream. Right in front of the Jones family, the puddle started to form the distinctive face of a grinning skull - then it suddenly evaporated.

On the following night, an old night watchman told Mr Jones that he had been on his way to work around 11.30 PM, when he had been chased by a bizarre-looking figure. It looked like a monk wearing a long black robe with a hood. The watchman said the weird figure seemed to come out of nowhere near Mr Jones's house and never made a sound as it ran after him. On the corner of Broad Green Lane and St Oswald's Street, the medieval looking figure gave up the chase and vanished.

A year later, the Jones family moved to another house in the city, as they were so eager to escape the ghostly goings-on at their old house. The year was 1973, and the council decided to knock down the row of houses where the Jones family had moved from. The houses were flattened, and the strange phenomena continued. An empty JCB was almost overturned as some powerful but invisible force lifted the vehicle so it was only resting on two wheels. The workmen looked on in stunned silence and felt a tremendous wind blowing from the direction of the overturning JCB. Seconds later, the vehicle dropped back onto its wheels again as if the thing lifting the JCB had decided to let go. Later that day, an incredible discovery was made by the operator of that JCB as he was clearing the rubble from the foundations of the demolished houses. The JCB driver saw what looked like a box protruding from a mound of uprooted rubble. A gang of demolition workers inspected the box and saw to their horror that it was an unmarked coffin. The authorities were notified, and this is where the mystery deepens in a most sinister way.

The demolition men were ordered to leave the site immediately and a cordon of secrecy was thrown around the area. However, the press learned of the unearthed coffin and reporters were amazed to discover that an phenomenal 3,561 coffins were buried beneath that street in Old Swan. The coffins were all unmarked and stacked sixteen feet deep. This site had never been a graveyard, and no one could determine just why thousands of people had been buried there. Stranger still, all the bodies were neatly grouped according to their ages, which ranged from children of ten or 12 to adults in their twenties and thirties. All the older skeletons had intact sets of teeth, which indicates that they were fairly young when they died. But just how the people in the mass grave had died was never established, but there were grisly rumours that their hearts had been removed. These peculiar claims were backed up by several people who had viewed the skeletons and noted that their breastbones had been smashed or removed, perhaps to retrieve the hearts of the corpses.

Archaeologists in London read of the astounding mass grave in Liverpool and immediately journeyed to the city to investigate, but for some mysterious reason, Liverpool City Council had the three thousand corpses cremated. When the archaeologists from London arrived in Liverpool, they were horrified to learn that the thousands of corpses had been exhumed and cremated. The ashes were then reburied in a special container. The authorities did all of this under a cloak of secrecy.

The angry and disappointed archaeologists branded the council as philistines and examined the site of the mass-burial pit. The site was definitely not a plague pit from the 15th century, and despite a thorough search of local historical records, the identities of the bodies could not be found. One investigator from the British Museum thought the mass burial had taken place in the early 1700s but couldn't be certain.

The strange hooded monk in black was seen again throughout the years, and continues to be seen in the vicinity of Broad Green Lane to this day. A group of mediums in the mid 1990s who investigated the bizarre case said they definitely felt the strong presence of an evil discarnate being in the neighbourhood where the mass grave was unearthed. One of the mediums said he felt as if multiple sacrifices to Satan had been carried out by Devil-worshipping monks in the locality of Old Swan centuries ago. He also hinted that there were three other sites of mass graves in Liverpool, and that the locations of these sites would form a huge cross facing the west. Traditional Christian churches face the east, where the sun rises, but the west has always been revered by followers of Satan.

It has since come to light that there are more mass graves in Liverpool, and yes, they do form a somewhat crude cross that faces the west. One of these graves was uncovered in the 1960s in Cobden Street in the Everton district. The Everton grave contained only three hundred bodies, but they too were grouped according to their age, and no one can determine when or why they were buried there. The other two mass graves are still being investigated and their locations are being kept secret.'

Creepy stuff eh?

Even I had a little tremble when I read this !

Hammy x x x

*passes Cuffy large vodka*

[Engulf]

great story hammy.anyway just thought of taking this oppurtunity to congratulate you,i mean since you've joined,you've done lots of posting in this board.

thumbs up and all the way hammy

[Cufflink]

Oh...my...GOD!

*drinks large vodka*

Glad I'm reading this at tea-time.

[dancin'hamster]

thumbs up and all the way hammy

ooooooer! (fnar)

Thanks for your kind words Engulf.

I know I've been hogging the boards and if people want me to stop I will.........but I LOVE reading about this kind of thing, and sharing thoughts etc etc

Hammy x x x

[Engulf]

I know I've been hogging the boards and if people want me to stop I will.........

nope you're not,instead you're doing a mighty job here

[dancin'hamster]

{{{Engulf}}}

awww shucks........thank you sweetie

Hammy x x x

[Cufflink]

I know I've been hogging the boards and if people want me to stop I will.........but I LOVE reading about this kind of thing, and sharing thoughts etc etc

Hammy x x x

You hogging this forum, Hammy?

Engulf's right, you keep on scaring the feckin' life out of us all, girl.

Wouldn't have it any other way.

Scaredy-cat or not.

[dancin'hamster]

ta boys

[dancin'hamster]

I'm bumping this cos it's a blimmin' good story

[Agent_21]

An occasional bump is good for the memory.

A group of mediums in the mid 1990s who investigated the bizarre case said they definitely felt the strong presence of an evil discarnate being in the neighbourhood where the mass grave was unearthed. One of the mediums said he felt as if multiple sacrifices to Satan had been carried out by Devil-worshipping monks in the locality of Old Swan centuries ago.

That's a possibility. The malign force, the monk and other figures could have been set to guard the mass grave, or, of course may have resulted from rites taking place there. If the latter, I wonder what the objective was.

I remember Crowley commenting on Jack the Ripper and how the corpses, when traced on a map, formed a rudimentary cross facing to the west. This, he opined, was a magickal operation to achieve invisibility.

A:21 agrees with Engulfs endorsement. Have it 'pinned' at the top.

[dancin'hamster]

The whole story is quite sinister isn't it?

Mass burials, groups of 'dead people' peering at little old ladies, men being chased by hooded figures!

The thing that fascinated me was the behavior of the City Council.......why the big cover-up? Why the secrecey? What on earth did they hope to gain by this?

Ooh it's all too much for a humble hamster to understand......

A lot of researchers have also made the connection with the Jack The Ripper muders and black magic...........but in this case I feel that they are desperately trying to find answers to this enigmatic story.........

Hammy x x x

PS ~ Thank you for your support

[AnimangaBloodThorn]

Cool. Where/How'd you find it?

Stuff like this is interesting.

Cya!

[Agent_21]

A lot of researchers have also made the connection with the Jack The Ripper muders and black magic...........but in this case I feel that they are desperately trying to find answers to this enigmatic story.........

Crowley: 'The theory was that after killing the third or fourth...the murderer acquired the power of invisibility, and this was confirmed by the fact that in one case a policeman heard the shrieks of the dying woman and reached her before life was extinct, yet she lay in a cul-de-sac, with no possible exit save the street; and the policeman saw no signs of the assassin, though he was patrolling outside, expressly on the look out.'

Cool. Where/How'd you find it?

Stuff like this is interesting

Because we live in a strange country full of strange people. Ask Sarkypi.

[Agent_21]

I just like saying POossy cat, Here POossy, POossy, POossy, POossy......

Are you sure you're not from Scotland? My wee Scottish aunt pronounces it like that.

[dancin'hamster]

Cool. Where/How'd you find it?

Stuff like this is interesting.

Cya!

Animagna ~ when I was self-employed I had far too much free-time on my hands

Glad you enjoyed it!

Hammy x x x

[Pasiphae]

Hi all, sorry to bump a thread on my first ever post, but this one has some personal significance to me.

I was a pupil at Broadgreen Infants school at the time the bodies were found, after a year or two, the local church, St Oswalds, was building a new RC Primary school and it was on that land that the school was built, my route to school meant that I had to pass the site on a daily basis, of course, being taken to school by your mother means that you'll hear the gossip between her and the other kids mothers, it was mostly boring local gossip that didn't interest me in the slightest but when they mentioned the coffins my interest was peaked (mostly because I was an avid Scooby Doo fan and it was a spooky story after all!) It was the talk of the area for a while, but such things are not gone into much detail in the presence of young children so I can't verify much about the state of the bodies found in the area until I next go home, ply my parents with wine and broach the subject.

However I'll provide a bit of local knowledge for you, The area is approx 2 acres surrounded by St Oswalds Street, Molyneux Road, Mill lane and Broadgreen Road, the area is atop a slowly inclining hill, most of the parcel of land is taken up by St Oswalds RC church, graveyard, nunnery, Infant and primary school with a large playing field. The rest is a technical college and shops. Incidently the oldest pub in the area The Old Swan, (Locally know as the White house) is also at the corner of the rectangle.

Being brought up in the area, I had cause to pass through St Oswalds grounds on a regular basis before the old school was torn down and never did 'feel' anything extraordinary whilst walking along the path of the graveyard, although it was during the daylight hours!

But back to the wasteland left by the demolished houses, nothing was built there for a while and a waste ground was left there, thinking back, nothing grew there during that time, not even the purple fire flowers that seemed to sprout up everywhere else. There was a lot of waste grounds about at that time in the cities history and crossing over them was second nature and with me being the kind of person who likes to take the A-B whenever possible, I find it strange to remember that none of us actually walked over that bit of land.

Another strange thing, (I'm remembering more about it as I write this so please forgive me if I ramble a bit!).

At school assembly each morning we'd sit there and listen to the usual prayers and hymns and then have a little story, from where I used to sit I could see down Mill lane towards St Oswalds streetthe area was to the right of Mill lane and I'd idly rest my gaze on whatever, but on remembering this I keep remembering a thought that I used to have, 'the people in their boat.' I don't know why and theres nothing more to tell about it just that one thought.

So, fast forward a few years until my early teens, I was a 'Milkmans Boy' meaning I'd help the local milkman deliver the milk on his rounds, for this I'd have to get up and meet him at the top of Mill Lane, (Yes, you've probably guessed it) passing the site which was by then a Primary school. It was generally at about 5 in the morning when I'd walk up there, only seeing other Milkies and the odd police patrol going by (which I was usually glad of being 13-14 y.o).

I never did see anything and I never let the thoughts of the graves enter my mind, (it's only after surfing through T.S's site did these memories re-occur) but sometimes the hair on the back of my neck would shoot up and I'd run, fast, occassionally looking back to check that there was nothing there , but knowing that I should make myself scarce p.d.q. I eventually took to walking up the middle of the lane, it was wide and an artificial cul-de-sac, just so's I'd know if any one was sneaking up on me, but still these 'run' sensations came and i'd be doing an Olympic sprint along the lane.

The area looking onto the site is what I'd call 'bad luck territory' buissnesses would soon fold and people never seemed to stay for long in the houses, needless to say, I never did have any childhood friends from that lane or Molyneux for that matter, it's very quiet and that's unusual for the 'Swan.

Well, thats the end of my little memory lane trip and I hope that I've not bored you all to tears with my poor grammer and stuff, hopefully I'll be making a few more appearances on this site.

Wishing you all well,

Pasiphae.

[Agent_21]

I hope that I've not bored you all to tears with my poor grammer and stuff, hopefully I'll be making a few more appearances on this site.

No that's not boring. It's local knowlege and personal experience which are both very interesting.

A:21

[Cufflink]

Well, thats the end of my little memory lane trip and I hope that I've not bored you all to tears with my poor grammer and stuff, hopefully I'll be making a few more appearances on this site.

Wishing you all well,

Pasiphae.

It's fascinating to hear from you, Pasiphae.

A lot of the stories we post on here seem distant, unless a personal experience. But to hear from someone who remembers the area of those terrible hauntings just adds weight to the tale, and therefore makes it that bit more frightening.

[Pasiphae]

Thank you both, unfortunately I won't see my parents until around Christmas, so we'll all have to wait until then before I can complete the 'local view' on this.

Thanks for the kind replies, guys. I'll post another story before calling it a night, D'you know, after reading other threads, I might just make this a favoutrite haunt of my own. (Bad pun,sorry)

[algernon the 3rd]

Hi all!

Cool story, interesting to get a locals view Pasiphae. I think I remember reading something about a mass grave in Liverpool, the home office ordering a cover-up and some sort of speculation that these maybe corpses of refugees from the Irish famine. Can't remember were I read (or heard about it), it's just that the story kinda rung a bell, don't know if this one has anything to do with the mass grave in the story or not .

Great stories Hammy keep up the good work .

Al

[dancin'hamster]

Thank you Al

And thank you Pasi ~ great to get another POV on this story!

[FreyKade]

Bumpety Bump Bump....i love it

[Cufflink]

Bumpety Bump Bump....i love it

If you're going to bump something, for gawd's sake, do it for a reason.

[FreyKade]

If you're going to bump something, for gawd's sake, do it for a reason.

i have a reason...tis a good story

[Cufflink]

i have a reason...tis a good story

Yes, it is. But have you considered that everyone has read it....hence it has naturally slipped down the forum?