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I used to drive 7.5 tonners for royal mail and used to go from bradford to carlisle 5 nights a week. Bad visability, torrentia rain,billowing snow and arctic temperatures were just a feature of this run. Middle of summer,2013 i think, i had got back to bradford early and was thinking that it was time to go home. I got to the roundabout at the bottom of manchester road,jacobs well, and the traffic lights went red so i stopped. I looked down to the clock on the dashboard and then back up. At the other side of the roundabout,was what i can only describe as a ghost from an episode of scooby doo. white hair spiked up, white face with red lips and black makeup alice cooper style. Wearing a white gown,running waving its arms in the air!!!. I blinked twice and the thing had vanished. Ok i thought. its the middle of summer,it could have been someone from a party,anything apart from a bloody ghost. I drove around the corner and stopped the waggon and got out to have a look to see if it was someone drunk and laying on the floor. Nothing and no one was there. I got back in the waggon drove back to work. Thinking was that for real or what?. About 3 years after this i was reading a book on haunted bradford and one of the chapters was titled "THE MANCHESTER ROAD GHOST". I still get goosebumps writing this out. Make your own minds up,folks. I know what i saw was there!

Worked in a few haunted places but the worst was a NHS drop in centre in Rotherham. It was a brand new building shape like a boat (it was built at the side of a canal), I worked on security on nights regular, we started the contract when the building was just a shell and slowly the rooms were sorted and people started working in there. From day one a female was heard coughing, movement sensors switched lights on when there was no one there. On Christmas eve my supervisor said he would work my shift for me so I ould go out, saw him two days later and he said he would never work nights again, he had heard little kids running around a giggling all night. I'd never heard the kids but the following week I went outside to check my car, when I walked back into the building, above me on the first floor balcony were five children (three boys, two girls) they burst out laughing and ran off down the corridor. Apparently many years ago there were cottages built on the site for the people who worked on the barges. I handed my notice in.

This video reminds me of something that happened to me years ago. I was driving home to Mississippi from my job in New Orleans, Louisiana. It was quite late, nearly midnight, and the old highway several miles past the Rigolets Bridge. The road was lonesome and it was desolate. Few houses. No one else driving along--I almost never saw another car during similar late night journeys. That was when I saw a line of fully kitted-out old-style British Redcoats, rifles shouldered, marching across the road. The looked like fog, but they weren't. The weather was clear that night. I slowed, watched them pass for a short time, and then drove on. I wasn't scared really, more just interested. It may seem odd that there were British ghosts in Louisiana but the route I was taking that night was in the area where the British troops retreated after the Battle of New Orleans in the War of 1812. Made sense to me then; still makes sense to me now. It was an imprint from the past. Fort Pike was built right there at the Rigolets Pass after the War of 1812 when it had become clear that the coastline wanted protection from invasion. My drive took place long before the devastation of Hurricane Katrina; it is no longer now the place that it once was.

I once had a puncture when travelling on a lonely road about 6.30 in the evening. As I was struggling with the car jack, this man suddenly appeared from no where. He changed my wheel for me and told me to drive safely as the road was long, narrow and lonely. I got into the car and turned to thank him and....he was gone. No sign of him at all. Was he an angel sent to help me in my hour of need?. Never dismiss these stories as you never know, one day it may happen to you!!!!.

when I was a taxi driver in the chester area I knew a few lads who wouldn't go on certain roads in fact refused to go on them , and these were tough lads who wouldn't think twice about mixing it up with 4 drunk passengers who were getting abusive

It's 12:20 AM, I'm watching this and I just heard a quiet thump directly behind me in my bedroom. All I feel is somewhat annoyed that whatever may or may not be behind me didn't have the decency to knock on the damn door. Being an otherworldly spirit doesn't excuse you from basic manners!

I was once driving a man from Dorchester hospital back to his home in Lulworth, it was late afternoon, we had left Broadmayne and was nearing the Warmwell round about. My car had a puncture!, I pulled over and got out, not wanting my passeger to help as he was still recovering from a heart attack! I got the jack out of the boot and the spare wheel when I realised their was a car parked in front of mine facing the way I had been travelling. (I didn't see or hear anything pass me). A man walked towards me and offered to change the wheel for me, a saviour in my hour of need!. He changed the wheel and put the flat tyred wheel into the boot, he saw me to the drivers door and as I opened the door I checked my passenger then turned to say thank you to the kind man who helped, He had vanished and so had his car!!!!!. I hadn't heard a car start or footsteps going away from me. I spoke to my passenger to say how grateful I was for this strange mans help and he said he hadn't seen anyone at all. No cars passing and definately not a car that stopped. I couldn't have changed that wheel on my own without my passenger getting out of the car, which he didn't, so, who was my stranger? I never did find out but, he sure was my guardian angel that day.

Ahhh, the good old days where you could go and have a double brandy and go to the police to tell them a ghost story and not get fined or charged 👍❤

The year was 2009 and I was in Ireland, home from Australia, to attend My Mother’s Funeral. I was driving down a narrow Irish country road with high walls on both sides and I was being followed a short distance behind Me by another Car. When I observed another Car coming towards Me. As is the necessity on such roads I pulled over and stopped at a passing place where the road would be sufficiently wide as to allow Two Cars to pass each other in opposite directions. The Car behind Me would have to do similar. As the Car drew towards Me I noticed that it was an older model vehicle, (a rarity on Irish roads) one with large bulbous Head Lamps Mounted Forward of the Grill. Once the old vehicle was safely past Me I once again began motoring down the road and looked in My Rear Viewing Mirrors to See how the Car behind Me would get on, passing the old Car. To My surprise only the Car behind was visible in My Mirrors. The old Car had completely vanished and because of the high walls on either side of the road there was absolutely no place where the old Car could have turned off of the road. Thus I was a Witness to a Ghost Car. It should be noted that at the time of this event I was not tired, had not been drinking (I very rarely drink and never when I’m driving) was not emotional or depressed, was free of all drugs and prescription medications and had been a Trained Forensic Investigator for Ten Years.

Love these videos! My husband and I were on our way home one night around midnight. My husband worked as a helper on a farm, so sometimes he worked very long hours. Anyway, I had went to get him and he drove us back home. We'd got about five miles from the farm he worked at when we took a left and saw what both of us believe to be a ghost. It was an old woman with long white hair. She had on a gown and was walking slowly backwards, pulling a baby carriage. We pulled up right beside her and slowed down because we were going to ask if she needed any help. She was at a bad spot in the road..there was a big hill in front of us and if someone else was coming from the direction we were going towards, it could be quite bad, if not deadly for someone walking. I said, "Excuse me, ma'am, do you need any help?" She never stopped, she never once looked up at me... just kept going backwards. I felt something very strange in the air and the hair on my arm and back of my neck stood straight up. Apparently my husband felt it too because he said, "F@&k this!!" And he took off! He said, "You seen her right?" I said, "You know I did. I asked her a question, you heard me." As we got to the top of the hill, we decided to turn around and go back. She was completely gone, baby carriage and all! There was absolutely no way she could have vanished like she did...there was nowhere to hide!! The moon was full, so we had plenty of light to see, plus there are a few spaced out street lights, because of that particular hill. It's just a dangerous spot. It's been six years since we saw her that night and it still spooks my husband and I. We haven't been back down that road at night since then. We would take a different route home after that. Makes me wonder if anyone else has seen the old lady and that creepy, weird baby carriage. This happened in Alabama, USA. In West Limestone County. I believe in ghosts, I grew up in a haunted house. My husband believes because of things that happened at his grandparents house when he was younger. Thanks for sharing this video and taking the time to make it!!! Love your voice, btw!!! So very soothing!! 💯💜👻🤜🤛

My mother in law lives on a quiet country road lined with just a few houses. A road we have driven along for the past 40 years many times. One, rather miserable night we were driving towards mum's house and in the distance I saw a large shimmering square shape ahead of us right across the road. As we got upto this thing hanging across the road we drove straight through it. My husband stopped the car and said to me ,did you see that? Yes, I said, what the hell was it? I can only descrbe it as a doorway, a shimmering curtain doorway! We both saw it and to this day,cannot explain it. The other strange thing is that it was right outside a house that a woman had been murdered 25 yrs ago.

Who feels like going on a British road trip? 3:-)

i worked at Newcastles gosforth park racecourse in the early 70s and they were in the process of laying a road to the north of the park which i had to cross to get home ! the road was closed and only hardcore laid and a few kerbings ! there was various heavy plant machinery and was unpassable ! it was foggy and my mates were all ahead of me , as i crossed the unlaid road out of the fog came an old fashioned car i reckoned 1920`s style , there was a chauffeur driving he wore a grey uniform and had a peaked hat on , in the back was a young lady in flapper style clothing with a small hat and i recall her wearing pearls around her neck and in total silence it glided past no more than two yards away from me ! both looked straight ahead and paid no attention to me . it came out of the fog to my left and disappeared into the fog to my right ! my mates saw nothing as they were preoccupied talking !

I'm American but I so wish I lived in one of these charming and beautiful old English villages,( complete with the ghost stories) I just love the aesthetic so much! Thanks for the videos, I just recently discovered your channel but it's my favorite kind, interesting content, British narrator and no ads every 5 seconds. Keep it up my friend!

You've got a lovely voice, Mr. World! Somehow, as an American, I find that these types of narrated stories sound so much better coming from an English or an Australian accent. Tom Buckmaster has a YT channel, and he has actually gone out onto some of England's haunted roads to do investigations. Very creepy. Love your content! Cheers!

I'm a skeptic by nature, and even though I've personally witnessed some strange things quite a few times, including the shadow of a man walking across my living room very often, which two close friends have both seen more than once, I question everything strange and conclude that it must have been a trick of the light, tired eyes or just my imagination. But there's one encounter I cannot explain and will never forget. I was 17 or 18, still in the 'boy racer' phase after just passing my driving test at the beginning of summer. With my friend in the passenger seat, my favorite thing to do at the time was to drive around all day and night. We'd been doing just that all morning, bombing around country lanes in my magnificent 1Ltr Corsa. Early afternoon, 13:12pm, remember that, I took to a familiar country lane, one that I was comfortable with so was driving at (legal) speed when I spotted a man above a hedge row with what looked like whips in both hands, which in of itself was strange because the hedge row was definitely over seven feet tall, mid-summer, so were very dense with brush, but still this man was sitting above them and I could see down to his lower chest. I slowed down and rounded a bend to meet the rear of an extremely dilapidated horse and cart. The horse was massive, a shire, and looked untidy, but the cart was something else. It looked like it'd been sitting in a field for decades, covered in moss and the wood looked rotten. I said to my friend "That thing shouldn't be on the road!" It was too wide and the lane was too narrow to pass, so for around seven minutes we sat in the car, driving along at 5mph or so, windows down, music playing, glorious sunshine, just watching the trees go by. Keep in mind, that I knew it'd been around seven minutes and we'd only traveled around two bends on a tight country lane with short straights between each. I'd already noticed the man driving the cart seemed quite young, 30's as a guess, but his clothing stood out at me. White shirt, braces, black trousers, and he had a full scraggly beard. Everything was just a bit out of place and seemed dated. The sound of the horse's hooves and the old wooden wheels of the cart was very loud on the road, typical 'clippety-clop'. Boredom and frustration had settled in by now as we rounded another bend, a notorious double S-bend with sharp banking curves and storm drains for the fields either side of the road. That's when we saw an overturned car, sprawled across the entire road, flat on its roof with a few men outside stopping traffic in the opposite direction. I stopped and we shouted over "Are you all okay?" They responded with a thumbs up and told us they had called the police etc, so, as British custom dictates, I simply said "Alright then" and turned the car around in the entrance to the only farm track that lead from the road. Mid-way through my three-point turn, I stopped, looked around and looked at my friend next to me. "What?" He asked. "Where's the horse and cart?!" I replied. "Get the f-ck out of here!" He said. All of a sudden, within only a few seconds, I'd realised that; A) The last time we saw or heard the cart was seconds before we saw the accident on the bend. The cart was between us and the crashed car, but then nothing. We don't recall seeing the cart after first seeing the crashed car and listening for a few seconds we couldn't hear the hooves. B) The cart, literally, had no where to go. It could not possibly turn around, evidently as we'd just turned around ourselves and it wasn't in front of us. It couldn't have passed the accident, as the road was too narrow with drains either side. It didn't turn up the track I had used to turn around in, I know this because I was only partly through turning and could see straight up the track to a house in the distance. So, where did it go?! Then realised; C) Not a single car had come up behind us for the entire time we were behind the cart, along a very busy lane, but as soon as I began to turn around there was traffic behind us of at least seven cars and I made eye contact with the lady of the lead car, behind us, who gave me a frustrated 'hurry up' gesture, as if we'd been there for a while. D) I looked at the clock, knowing full well that time had passed. Keep in mind, we were listening to music and several songs, each of around three minutes, had played while we were behind the cart. But looking at the clock now it read 13:12pm. I remember the exact time after originally coming up behind the cart because I had reached for the volume dial on the radio to turn down the music, so as not to spook the horse, and took note of the time which is displayed on the same panel as the song titles etc. I, as a skeptic by nature, who brushes off shadows walking right in front of me, to this day will not drive down that road, which used to be my favorite driving road and cannot come up with a single reason as to why the cart vanished other than it may have been a spirit forcing me to slow down, as like I said; I was travelling at speed along a narrow lane with completely blind bends hidden by tall dense hedges in mid-summer. If I hadn't slowed down I wouldn't have been able to see the accident and slow down in time or avoid it due to the drains either side of the road. The thing that baffles me the most is time. Time simply did not make sense throughout the experience. The time on the clock had not changed, even though music had played and we had traveled distance. The image of the horse and cart looked like your stereotypical ghost ship, rotten and covered in moss. The horse itself was scruffy with what looked like scabs or sores on its hide. The clothing the man wore was not from this age. Another strange point is that I say the man was in his 30's and had a beard, but I never saw his face, and I'm glad I didn't as part of me would expect to see a skeleton! But then, as if to add salt to the wounds; A couple nights later when I told my mother about the experience I was interrupted by the sound of hooves outside our house. I was shaken, so my mother opened the curtains to see what it was and it was just two police officers patrolling on horseback, something that hadn't happened in our street for at least a decade. The police used to routinely patrol our street with new horses to get them used to their roll as it is nice and quiet. We haven't had a horseback patrol since, not once. What are the chances that the single horseback patrol for decades would come past at the exact moment I'm retelling my story? That honestly felt like a spectral 'F-U' moment. To this day I'm convince we had been placed in some sort of protective spacial or temporal void or something to save us from having an accident on that road.

I could see locals calling the lane Sandy Road unofficially given that it went through a place called Sandy Hole. So I don’t think it detracts from the account’s veracity in any great way. Good vid as always.

Hello my Paranormal Family! Great video and info! Thank you for sharing! I want so badly to visit England one day! In the meantime, I'm sending tons of love and light your way from Arizona, USA 💖

The incident on the A3 in Surrey I remember well as it's local to me. I regularly drive along that stretch at Burpham and it always makes me shudder a bit when I think about it. It made the local news at the time with a number of people reporting they'd seen a car veer off the carriageway into undergrowth, but the car when it was discovered had clearly crashed months before as stated in the video. Very weird indeed.

1989, first night alone in terraced house dating to 1823. Kitchen off dining room. Cooking my supper and looked to my left to door between kitchen/dining room , no pictures, mirrors or furniture in the way. Clear view of tall, elderly man with flat hat. Some years later, leaving house met a lady who said she used to live in house and father had died there. Described man I saw and her father had always worn his flat hat indoors. Never saw him again, did we have his approval ??

Nowadays someone in the middle of nowhere with a vacant expression would be classed as an 'instagrammer'.

A family member of mine who lives in South Wales will not drive around the Castell Coch area due to the paranormal experiences he’s experienced. There have been a number of fatalities in the country roads surrounding the area and he’s seen people stepping into the road and disappearing as well as being followed by a car that overtakes him and disappears. If anyone knows the Wenalt area of South Wales by Caerphilly mountain this is extremely haunted and I’ve had my own experiences there

Great channel. I had a most curious experience one night in a small hamlet where I used to live and work over twenty five years ago. I lived in a thatched cottage at one end of the village and my friend live at the other. One night (about 11.15pm) I was driving back to my own house after dropping my friend off at her house, I was passing the local land owners house and suddenly saw his cook (male) on his bike right in front of my car, I braked sharply and stopped feeling really shocked and convinced that I had run the poor man over. I got out of the car and searched under the car, across the narrow road and in the ditch but, no one was to be seen. I worried baout this all night and the following morning, when I went into work at the big house I broke down and told the house keeper. She said " you couldn't have knocked him off his bike as he died three days ago". He used to ride to the local pub each night for a pint and then ride back to the landowners house to retire to bed. on the day he died he had been knocked off his bike by a deer and died almost instantly. He was often seen at that time of night returning from his pint at the pub and continued to be seen for a few years afterwards. A bit of a shock when you're not expecting him!

I was driving late at night after work down a two-lane main street, and near the shoulder of the road in front of me I saw the black silouhette of a man riding a bike, like a smaller child's bike. He swerved about and seemed to be riding along the edge of the pavement on the right side line, not on the unpaved shoulder. First I thought it stupid of someone to ride at night with no lights and while wearing black or dark clothes. Second I wondered if he was drunk (swerving). I remember slowing down to pass him. But as I got closer...he flat out disappeared. And I know he did, because as I got closer, we approached an intersection with more lighting and a traffic signal. I wondered where he could have gone, and honestly my first thought then was that he'd been a ghost. This is because I'd known that that intersection had been given a traffic light and pedestrian crossing signals because at least two pedestrian fatalities had happened there at night. And one of them had been someone walking home drunk. Perhaps another had been someone on a bike...drunk? I need to research it. But I clearly saw the bike rider. I was a bit confused as to why he appeared as all black, as a silouhette, since the car headlights should have provided a few more details or color or a back reflector...but they didn't.

Great British stories, Mr Curious!! 👍☺️ (And good local research, by the way!)

its not scary in a car but when you're on foot on a dark road its a different story

Just found this channel, and it's quality. That it's the middle of a dark winters night makes it even better.

Great video. I especially like that you included the maps, original printed story and footage of the areas. I appreciate your research. It takes the stories to a higher level.

You have no idea how much we appreciate the no intro/outro. Just straight to the point. Love it

Many of these mainly unlit small country lanes in England are indeed extremely eerie at night even without spirits and apparitions ! Only the car's headlights light up the high boundary bushes and trees in a ghostly light, but imagine walking down such a lane at night without any kind of illumination - that situation alone is enough to give one the creeps ! Great stories, creditable witnesses and very well presented and narrated - what more can one want ? I already love this channel that I just discovered today and can't get enough of the excellent stories presented here.

I had a similar experience whilst walking along a dark narrow country lane late one night in December 2015 between Shepreth and Fowlmere, in Cambridgeshire. It was overcast but visibility was very good despite being 10:30pm. The lane was clear both ahead and behind me as I walked, as I was wary of cars coming along. All of a sudden I heard a 'scuffing' noise behind me. I turned and looked to see a man following me less than ten feet away. He appeared from nowhere, as there were tall hedges on both sides of the lane? I slowed down and crossed over to the other side of the lane to allow him to pass but when I looked he had done the same, and was continuing to follow me. I did this several times, and he did the same. As we passed a small cottage I turned and saw the man was wearing 1970's style clothing, flares and an open-necked shirt, which was strange attire for a freezing cold night in December? As I approached Fowlmere a car came round the corner with its headlights glaring. I stepped to the side of the lane and looked back at the man, who mysteriously faded away into thin air? I haven't been back since.

I’m listening to this in the dark, it raining hard outside, And he mentions the next story is from Leighton buzzard, my hart starts beating fast, shit, I’m in Leighton Buzzard. This just got personal 👍🏻

In the county Down seaside town of Donaghadee where my wife and I moved after our wedding, was a lane colloquially known as "Murder Lane". Until the mid sixties no one knew how it had acquired this name. At this time council workmen were digging foundations for public toilets in the lane, when they uncovered the skeletal remains of three men. The police were called but it was soon realised that these remains were not modern, so the scene was handed over to archaeologists. The remains were dated to the late 17th century and had died a violent death. Donaghadee boasts the oldest Inn in Ireland which is still in existence. Grace Neill's has been an Inn since 1611 and it is believed that the three men were sailors who were robbed and murdered on their way back to their ship, their bodies hastily buried in the lane. They had lain there undisturbed for over three hundred years, remembered only by the lane's unofficial but apt name.

My husband son daughter and I were travelling up a very steep, windy,and narrow road in Wales late one afternoon. Talk hedges each side of us and no gateways to turn in. On the road.in front and above us I was a red car coming down towards us. I warned my husband. I expected either us or the red car would have to reverse back . Only we reached the top of the large hill without meeting the red car. It just disappeared. It didn't pass us, there were no turn offs or gateways. If he reversed back we would have seen him because of the elevation. If my children hadn't also seen the car I would have doubted my sanity

Not officially an encounter on a road I know but I recommend looking up the paranormal goings on that occurred at the Stockbridge Bypass in the 80s and 90s. It involved a faceless monk which in my view is one of the scariest things anyone could hope to see.

Stockbridge Haunting is one of my absolute favorites, and I've been reading ghost stories all my life.

I'm watching this in the early hours of the morning. Great stuff, love it, love it!👀😍

My dad has a expirance on a country lane in Burnley he was a taxi driver, crazy, love watching stuff like this

An interesting collection of accounts with a good span of time from the 19th to the 21st century. Well narrated and with relevant photos.

I grew up in Stoke sub Hamdon. My father used to go early morning fishing, driving from Stoke to West Bexington along the Stoke to Crewkerne Road. After a few fishing trips he started asking me to go with him, I was about 13 years of age. While driving on the still dark road about 4 miles from Stoke my father told me that on his previous fishing trip he’d become very spooked driving this stretch of road. He described to me how he’d had the heater and radio on in his car and as he approached the turn in the road the radio went quiet and the car became freezing cold, he felt an eerie presence; after he drove around the corner for a few more minutes the radio came back on and the cars heater started to give out heat again. He said that this was why he’d asked me to go fishing with him! From that day on I always went early morning fishing with my dad.... not sure what he expected me to do if had happened again though!!

My nana had a similar experience. .. While peeling potatoes at the kitchen sink, she heard a scratching noise at the front door... rushing to the door and opening it..she saw a dark shadow that screetched like a girl, and fled. She's convinced it was a ghost. Police say, thief confronted crazy lady with knife.😨😨

You have a very relaxing voice its perfect for this kind of paranormal stories, please keep them coming!

Scare me loads Country roads

The Narration on these events is perfect, no artificial pitch or distracting music. Given the research and actual locations, I think Curious World have done a first-class job and hope they continue with many more.

That first story is creepy... Great video.. Loved how you showed the actual road and weighed the facts etc. Very cool.

Excellent as always! If you're looking for some really scary stuff - Dartmoor is a rich vein, especially regarding unfortunate escapees from Dartmoor Prison. A LOT died on the moor, and there are many stories circulating in Princetown of very spooky goings on there, and on the roads back towards Plymouth!

I used to live next to Stocksbridge bypass when I was little. The road famous for being one of Britain’s most dangerous roads but having stories of ghost sightings on the road and some in cars of lone travellers. One story was of a couple driving to a relatives place in the town. While driving on the stretch a long cloaked figure appeared in the middle of the road faceless and appeared to be floating by their account and had to swerve out of the way of what could have been a fatal crash by their account. Many speculate that it was a monk, whose grave had supposed to have been disturbed during construction yet non were discovered. There are accounts of a woman in white and children dancing around in a circle, a couple of many stories that people have told.

I'm from the area of the first story and there is a road leading from Chard to Crewkerne (Somerset) which has tons of incidences. It used to be a hangout for highwaymen apparently. Loads of people have reported bizarre happenings and experiences on a part of the road called Windwhistle Hill. Even I've seen a UFO there with another person next to me and it got dark quick and the air went still and dead.....very scary experience.

This video is exactly what I've been looking for. Found it by chance. I've been searching "old ghost stories, ghost stories from 18th century" etc. Thank you!!

Beautifully told stories. Thank you so much for sharing these. I am an unapologetic Anglophile and just can’t get enough of anything British.

Despite its beauty Englands roads can be very creepy . At night time once you leave the major cities and head off of the motorways the roads are very quiet . The roads are deserted and most of the time you will barely see a living soul . The only lights you see being the lights from your car or the odd house far away in the distance . Many of the roads in the countryside have large over hanging trees and bushes .

Roy Foulton passed away around 2002/03 and he always maintained the story without deviating or embellishments! I actually remember the story on Arthur C. Clarke's Mysterious World in the mid 80's! There's also a story of a ghostly hitchhiker at the Horseshoe bend just outside of Belfast, Northern Ireland. No one seems to know the story behind it but it still endures to this day as does Roy Foulton's tale!

Absolutely AWESOME! Thank you for writing and sharing this with us!

In the early 1980's, I lived in Fareham. I was attending a boarding school in Devon, and only came home for the holidays. I got a part time, voluntary job at Knowle Hospital, a mental facility near Funtley village. One night, I was riding my bike home, and I had my lights on. I came towards the old resident's graveyard, and, 10 yards from the entrance, my lights went out. The lights were new, as were the batteries. I passed the entrance, and 10 yards passed the entrance, both lights came on. I never went that way at night again! A couple of days later, I investigated the graveyard, and noticed that the few grave markers that I could see were orientated N-S, not E-W.

the A38 road in somerset between taunton and wellington has the ghost of a man wearing a grey raincoat holding a toarch usually on a rainy night, he has been given a lift by car drivers and vanished in the car

Wow 😀 Thank you CW for the video , four spooky stories I had never heard before ☺️ Excellent stuff as always !

I appreciate all the research you have done for this video. Very interesting and informative!

The saddest thing we often fail to realise is that behind every such story, however untrue or embellished by human lore, there is almost always a very real and painful human tragedy, so often occurring as a result of the mores and prejudices of its time(( A lot of ordinary and perhaps mundane human pain that does not change over time, that is equally heart-rending to all generations.

Wow. That one with the car crash was amazing. But also dreadfully sad. My sister kept a newspaper cutting about it at the time. We’re both fascinated by the paranormal.

Chap I knew was a high speed police driving instructor and was out with a friend on a motorway very early one summer morning when it was still dark. He had a powerful car and always used to drive fast in the third lane virtually regardless of conditions. There were no overhead lights on the motorway so they were just headed straight into darkness at about 80mph when he was seized with the sudden urge to slow down. He did and moved across to the middle lane. A few seconds after that his headlights picked out a pale figure walking toward them, into traffic, in the third lane. The figure was dressed in what appeared to be a WW1 army uniform and carrying a very old rifle. The passenger saw exactly the same thing. They only got a brief glimpse before the darkness swallowed him. And there was no reaction from the 'soldier.' They reported the incident and also investigated but there were no nearby army camps then or previously and no historical incidents that might in some way relate to it. He laughs it off now as it being someone returning drunk from a costume party. Maybe...

I love this channel, so interesting and the narrator's voice is clear, precise and very calming to listen to, thank you and keep up the good work

I could listen to you all day. Good thing really while in lockdown.

You never dissapoint, thanks for another great video.

I believe the 1st poor girl had an 'episode' as I call them. From someone with several mental health issues, I once found myself under a tree in the rain in the middle of the night, although I fully remember doing it, there's the 'click' (back in the sane mind) wtf? What am I doing here?' I think she was unfortunate that night with the weather.

As usual, excellent production that is well researched.

I listen to a lot of ghost story type things on youtube and I have to say, that was one of the best. It's conveyed in an eerie and entertaining way, but also is well researched and feels like there's a connection between the narrator and the material/events vs just reading a story.

Well done, as always!

Love this stuff! Just wish I could actually go to those places😔 But thank you CW for giving me more spookiness to dream about! Have a great weekend!👻💜🇬🇧✌

It shows how trusting we Britons were of strangers 40 odd years ago- even strange looking men wandering along a road at night and who don't speak!! Now, a driver wouldn't stop. We are all much more safety conscious and don't fully trust people we have never met before, on meeting them the first time. A very strange story. Story no. 2 really spooked me, as my parents used to own a cottage in the village of Blackawton, which they used as a holiday cottage. They owned it for about 12 years (from the mid 90's to around 2008). Blackawton is a village that's off the beaten track so to speak. No main roads or fast through roads go through it. It's kind of a 'cul-de-sac' village if you know what I mean. At night it got very dark as the one road that ran through the village wasn't well lit, and the whole village was on a slope.....with the road just petering out at the bottom where are large slightly creepy house was situated. My parents cottage was literally a very short walk from the church and it's graveyard. Blackawton church was quite spooky looking at night tbh, and one time I was walking back from the pub (2 minute walk) late one evening I glanced over at the churchyard as I was passing and saw a dark fat figure disappear behind a gravestone. I wasn't drunk btw, but it was a split second thing. It did spook me, but I never mentioned it to my parents. Maybe it was the ghost of the lady featured in the second story? ...who knows, but after that I didn't like walking past the churchyard there at night, if I was on my own. It's funny how some places can look picture postcard by day, yet spooky by night. Blackawton was one such place.

Christ ! Country roads at night will never be the same again. Brilliant as always.

Awesome upload as always ♡

Excellent video. Of all the ghost story videos regularly posted on KZfaq, the haunted road stories are some of the best.

Great editing !! Thank you!!

Amazing stories and delivery. Loved the narrative and found them really gripping. Thanks for your research and rich past history. Throughly enjoyed these!

I lived in a village called Cryer's Hill a few miles outside of High Wycombe, Buckinghamshire. There is a road called Four Ashes Road which has always been reported to be haunted and people claim to have seen a ghost. I think there was an article written in the Bucks Free Press. I think this urban legend exists due to the fact that there is a small grave yard next to the road.

I had an unexplained thing happen about 5 years ago. Picture this: I'm driving home middle of the day, along a narrow country lane. I see a blue car just ahead of me going maybe about 30mph. There are twists and turns along this lane but no turn-offs on that stretch, and nowhere a car could go except straight ahead. I see the car go around a bend in front of me (maybe 80ft ahead, not far.) So I also take that bend and ahead of me there is NO CAR any more. It's a straight section so even if it had speeded up a lot it still would have been visible ahead. I honestly think that had to be a paranormal event. I didn't note what reg,no or make the car was but it looked fairly modern, not a classic car.

Great videos, well researched and pronounced properly, yay!

Enjoy this channel, I'm going back and watching all the old ones and liking the ones I forgot! Thanks for the continuity of great content👻

Well done, as usual, my friend. Thanks so much.

I really like your format and all the research you do. Very very well put together.

Wonderful stories! A slight "glitch in the matrix" at 13:50, though....the sign for Dunstable is from MY side of the pond, in New England, USA, not England UK. 😁

Great British stories, Mr Curious!! 👍☺️

One of the best channels

The hitch-hiker is nothing more or less than a modern legend and apparently a very widespread one. I first heard it associated with a crossroads in my local area in South Yorkshire, and the incident was said to have occurred around the 1950s. Later, I found that versions of the same story are told all over the world, always associated with some local road. It's an interesting example of how legends can arise and spread over a wide area, even in the modern era

Always enjoy listening to your story telling.

Good stuff...clear and concise! Subbed

I absolutely loved this, keep the stories coming :-)

The best channel. Thanks for your videos and not going ott like many others.

Story telling at its best. Thank you 😊

Absolutely brilliant, I love this kind of thing, please keep up the great work, subscribed 👍👍🙂🙂

An uncle of mine grits /ploughs the high roads in the West yorkshire pennines he says some of his colleagues out right refuse to grit some roads and lanes because of things thay have seen .

Absolutely superb ! Thank you 😀

A wonderful upload. I really enjoyed this topic. Thank you and very best wishes.

So weird , this story is about the lane at the end of my village (merriott) in Somerset!

Thank you. You give us moments of sheer delight. Yes, even by night. :)

Glad to see your upload. :)

Brilliant video. Enjoyed it so much that I’ve subscribed 🤗

Great as always thanks :)

Enjoyed the stories, nicely told. Thankyou.