The landlords told me that this ancient Inn is haunted.
I was just outside a few moments ago, having a cigarette, listening to the David Bowie song, “Wild is the Wind”.
It’s not windy tonight. The air is still and drizzly.
I noticed an interesting light formation coming from the toilet windows, that I thought would make for a good photograph, so I took a few snaps, with and without flash.
With flash, the drizzle cast streaks over the images. I was contemplating this when I realised the church bell opposite was tolling. It tolled ten times or more. The hour was twenty past one on the morning of Friday, September 2nd, 2016.
Thornton-in-Lonsdale is a very small village. Maybe even a hamlet. I haven’t seen it in daylight to be sure. 0120h is a very strange time for a church bell to toll anywhere, and to ring so many times is stranger still.
As I finished my cigarette, I walked over towards the bench where the ashtrays are. In the corner of my eye, against the wall of the porch, a spot of greenish light about a foot in diameter appeared, and then disappeared when I looked towards it.
This happened four or five times before I realised it may have been coming from the security system. There had been a rhythm to its appearing.
Standing in the same position, now looking at the security system, I saw no flashing coming from there.