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Fay
Donovan adds...
"I
went to Chingle Hall loads of times when I was younger and had a
few eerie experiences. I think I was roughly four years old when
I first went. At the beginning of the tour, we were in the hall,
where the table and chairs are, and I glanced to one corner and
spotted a white scotty dog and I told my mum, who thought I was
being stupid, but the tour guide then said that one of the women
that once owned the Hall had a dog. On this visit I also heard voices
in the chapel that sounded like monks. In John Wall's room I felt
like something was watching me and trying to drag me out of the
room. In Eleanor's room, the tour guide said that Eleanor enjoys
playing with blonde haired girls, and with me being blonde she asked
for me to sit on the floor and play wth her. Being quite young and
practically scared stiff, I said no, then I felt tugging on my shorts
like someone or something was trying to get my attention. However,
the other people in the room were at least a metre away. A rather
funny event happened though. As I was a young child, I needed the
toilet at the most awkward times, so my mum took me outside, the
tour guide was saying how footsteps are heard in the corridor and
the door opens... they were scered stiff when they did then hear
footsteps, but it was just us returning to the room! Also, has anyone
ever had their camera or watch not work after visiting Chingle Hall,
and there be no possible reason why? It's happened to me!"
Martin
adds...
"When
I went to chingle hall it was still open to the public and my two
mates went into the house but within two mins they came out running
and they were white in their faces so we left but on the way back
to the main road one of my mates jumped out of the car and started
running back to the house saying the gods prayer backwards and the
car started heading for the tree and bushes we was told later that
day that there had been an evil spirit with us."
Col
Hinchliff adds...
"I
visited Chingle Hall as a young teenager in the sixties, with my
parents. I remember crossing the bridge, and marvelling at the first
Highland cow I'd ever seen. We entered the great hall, with its
minstrel gallery - no problem. Three steps up the staircase, I felt
every hair on my neck stand on end, and an atmosphere of absolute
evil. I turned and ran straight out of the door, calling to Mum
that I felt ill. Bear in mind that I knew absolutely nothing about
the place before the visit, and nobody had even mentioned "ghosts"
or hauntings. In 1999 we moved to Chorley, and while trawling the
local history section of the library I came across a picture which
raised every hair and made me feel physically sick.... of Chingle
Hall. I've driven past the place several times since, always with
the same reaction. I didn't see anything, it was the atmosphere
that was so dreadful. I'd love to know if anyone else experienced
the same reaction!"
Hollie
adds...
"A
man walked into Chingle Hall to do some work on a fireplace there.
He was fiddling about with some silican glue when he was tapped
on the shoulder by something. He turned round and he saw a monk.
He ran out of the house and quit his job.He swore he would never
go in the house again."
S.
Wilde adds...
"I
have stayed at Chingle Hall three times for charity with friends
in the late 1980's. I'm afraid I can't remember dates but I can
definitely remember things that happened...
1 I
was at the top of the stairs with my first wife and our friend Shaun
was in the bedroom at the end of the hall. We were trying to get
the owner's dog to follow us down the hall but it would not move
away from the bathroom door and seemed genuinely petrified. After
a few minutes we gave up and were just about to join our friend
in the haunted bedroom when the latch on the door at the bottom
of the stairs lifted and the door opened slightly and then closed
again with some force.
2 We
were sitting in the main hall next to the chapel having a smoke
by the fire when all of us heard what we thought was some one speaking
in Latin in the chapel. We ventured into the chapel and there was
nobody there.
3 I
was sitting on my own in the haunted bedroom and my friends were
in the hall downstairs. I was reading a paper when I heard a lot
of banging noises from the room beneath me. I thought my friends
were making the noise. After about ten minutes they came up stairs
and they asked me why I had been banging about. I told them I had
been sitting quietly.
4 I
visited Chingle Hall with my parents when I was seven years old
which was 1971. I distinctly remember my mother ticking me off for
playing with the spit turning handle on the stove in the chapel,
which was over a priest hole. The first time we stayed for charity
we were shown the chapel and I asked the guide what had happened
to the stove as it was no longer there. She told me it had been
removed in the late 1960's.
5 I
was in the toilet on my own washing my hands when something squeezed
my right shoulder and my back went very cold.
6 A
group of us were sitting around the table in the main hall playing
cards when simultaneously my wife and I heard a women sobbing. It
seemed to be coming from the haunted bedroom. Neither of us said
anything we just looked at each other and nodded. It was obvious
that no one else could hear it. This was probably the experience
at Chingle Hall that scared me the most and all the hair on the
back of my neck stood up."
 Neil
adds...
"My
brother and his wife live in Lytham, and I'm a York man, so I thought
I would see how the Lancs lived ;-) and visited Chingle with them.
We saw and heard many things including the chains of the draw bridge
and a monk in the garden. However, attached is a photograph of the
seat I was sitting in. I got out of it because it became very very
cold (you can see my brother's elbow in the right of the pic testing
the temperature). Rising from the seat in the pic is a white, swirling
vortex - large and unmistakable.
In the original picture, not seen on the digital scanned version,
is a face at the window too.
I can promise this is not doctored and if you look close enough
you can see the 'ridges' of the vortex moving up the column.
It has taken a while to get over the images as they freaked me out
as they put 'meat' on the unseen happening. Interestingly enough,
or scarily I'm not sure, I also have pictures of a similiar vortex
style thing in my home. I'm just hoping it didn't follow me - I
did think that for a while."
Dorothy
adds...
"I
was given to understand that the Hall was no longer open to the
public (Jan 2005) since the new owners moved in. I used to be a
guide there in its heyday of visitors and overnight stays, and have
experience MANY strange happenings, having stayed overnight many
times. I can assure anybody who thought it was all staged it was
most definitely not, except by someone in their own party as a prank."
Patricia
Wade adds...
"I
was one of a team of four girls who spent the night at Chingle Hall
for charity in the early nineties. Several strange things happened,
the first was heavy breathing between two of the girls, as they
were about to climb the stairs, the next one happened to me and
my friend in the Eleanor Singleton room, we were just walking in
and we both smelled flowers very strongly, and lastly; we left a
tape recorder recording during the night and played it back in the
morning. there were several "tapping at the window" noises
on it. Needless to say, we were all glad to leave, and I have never
felt the same about the place since. I have since tried to re-visit
Chingle but it has never been open!"
Brian
Anderson adds...
"When
I went to Chingle Hall with my holiday club the lady who guided
us told me and another girl to sit in the room where the girl died,
so we did and all of a sudden someone was holding our hand and it
was very cold and we played ring a ring a ring a roses then she
dragged us downstairs. Later on a boy fainted cos he saw a headless
monk and a saw a black cat and stroked it but nobody else could
see it so I said can no one see this black cat and the only black
cat that lived in the house died the week before."
Pamela
Jones adds...
"My
daughter and i and her children, eventually found chingle hall.
when we arrived,we were in the middle of a huge thunder storm,but
it was not raining as yet!! i approached the main
door and knocked, but there was no answer, upon urges from my daugher,
i arrived at the rear door. I knocked, and a lady of Italian appearance.
told me that the hall was not
open to the public,and never has been.She admired my lovely gransons,
and I apologised for being intrusive. I was devasted, that i could
not visit Chingle Hall,but as we left, the heavens opened!"
Andy
from Liverpool adds...
"Feb
2001, my father and a friend had booked to visit Chingle Hall. All
was well. They were greeted by a "short but dapper" gentleman,
who wore a tweed three piece suit and donned a pencil thin moustache.
Upon entering, they noticed a "cheery old lady" sitting
in a large chair, besides the roaring fire, reading a book with
large print. After passing a friendly wave, the tour commenced.
Half way around, my father's friend got a sudden feeling of dread,
and insisted on standing besides the large open doorway, with his
foot in the door jam for safety. Upon this my father and the guideheard
a large item being dragged on the landing upstairs. They ascended
the stairs to see a door at the end of the landing closing of its
own accord. As they went to investigate, my father noticed out of
a window, a group of gardeners tending to the grounds on a sunny
day. Dismissing this as nothing out of the ordinary,they proceded
to the aforementioned room. Upon arrival, the room was empty of
any persons (except themselves). They then returned to the staircase,
after checking the other rooms - to no avail. Sensing his friend's
discomfort, my father reluctantly decided to curtail the visit.
As they left the guide told them any time to ask for Mr Jefferson
(SURNAME SOMETHING SIMILAR) and that there was a coach party due
any time now. They bid their leave, and made their way to the car.
My father asked his friend how much he owed for the admission, and
was told that they were not charged a penny. They also noticed it
was snowing,and the garden had not been touched for many years.
After hearing this tale, I decided to pay a visit, but to no avail.
There was no-one around to let me in. The following week, I recalled
all the preious events to a friend and we decided on another visit.
Upon arrival at Chingle hall, we saw the house name on a sign laying
amongst the undergrowth. Banging on the large strange shaped door
knocker for attention, a tall gentleman came around the outside
corner of the building, asking our intentions. We explained about
my father's visit, but we were dismissed as impossible! Why? What
about the "short dapper man". What about the coach party?
What about the gardeners? And besides, WHO EXACTLY WAS THIS MAN?
This man was the current owner.
The hall was only opened on a Sunday between May and September.
His wife was very ill and he was not opening any more. The last
coach party was the previous September. The garden had fallen into
disrepair due to other commitments.
And lastly, no-one had been near the place belonging to my father
and his friend's description. MR JEFFERSON DIED IN 1932.
We left very confused. JUST WHO EXACTLY SHOWED MY FATHER AND HIS
FRIEND AROUND CHINGLE HALL IN FEBRUARY 2001?"
Rob
from Chorley adds...
"I
have stayed at Chingle Hall twice for charity. The first time when
i was fourteen years old. And then again with my brother and a friend
about ten years ago. During my initial stay with a group of friends
nothing untowards happened during the night except some schoolboy
mucking about. In the morning however i placed my tape recorder
in the priesthide, pressed record and went down to breakfast. Later
i retrieved the tape recorder and we left. I listened to the tape
with my friends later that day and while it was playing in the background
we distinctly heard an old fashioned lift door latch (I was brought
up on a farm and know that sound well). Next, three distinct footsteps
and even the sound of clothing rustling. As a grand finale, great
noise as if somebody was climbing in on top of the tape. The recording
went dead for a second or two and then the tape hiss returned.The
layout of the room dictates that you have to cross the length of
the ancient creeky floor to reach the hide (not three steps). The
doors probably fifteen feet away. There was a door hundreds of years
ago that is three steps from the hide and nobody from the hall knew
i'd put a tape recorder into it. Although i wouldn't be able to
rule out any foul play on behalf of the owners, it would definitely
be in their interest. I prefer to think that a dead monk was trying
to nick my tape player."
Elaine
Tilling adds...
"I
went to the hall a few years ago There were a few things that happend
to me and my friends We heard a knocking from the main door when
we went to see there was no-one there. In frount of the window left
of the fire place was a very cold spot, we were told a body in the
foetal position was found there. As night came I saw a monk leaving
the hall and going into the distance. We were in the room over the
main door. What I saw was true, so much it took me a while to speak
You see the spirit lives on even though they have gone to a higher
place."
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