From the Spooky Norfolk message board comes two tales of ghostly goings-on from two of our readers . . .

KEN L. WEIAND writes:

I can give you a small story that happened in 1958 when I was assigned to RAF Sculthorpe as a flyer.

I had missed a training mission, just "by a hair on my chinny chin chin" due to other requirements that I had to fulfill.

My name was dropped from the list and a replacement crewmember took my place.

That was when fate was smiling on me. Certainly, this was unknown to me until hours later.

RAF Sculthorpe.

Strange enough, I went on to perform my obligations that forstalled being on that training flight, while my buddies went on to complete the mission.

When I returned, I went to operations to learn that the flight I was to be on never returned, and had blasted a crater about three miles out from the base and there were no survivors. Shocked I was!!!

The following morning, prior to briefing, and if time permitted, we had a cup of coffee, and perchance a small game of table tennis.

Usually, I wound up playing tennis with this small framed Lt (Flt Lt). We always were greatly competitive and enjoyed the spirit of game. But not this morning, or any future morning ever again.

You see, this Lt (Flt Lt) was on the same flight that exploded about three miles out from Sculthorpe, along with two more crew members.

But, at the doorway prior to entering the recreational room, was this small framed Lt. as if ready to play another days table tennis before briefing and flight assignments.

I commented to those around that his ghost figure was there. I believe we all were just startled and became very sombre. This is hard to believe. The person that replaced me was not the ghost, but the one that played table tennis prior to assignments.

BOB MARKHAM writes:

My father was stationed at RAF Sculthorpe from 1957 to 1959. For the first year we lived in a house called the Willows in Heacham.

This was an old house, more than 100 years based on a diary we found in the library. In that diary was an entry dated 1857 about adding a "new" addition across the end of the house.

The addition was a conservatory on the first floor with a bedroom above. At that time, it was one home that was later split into two parts. The Willows on the side we lived in and the Saplings on the other.

We moved to the base in 1958 when the house was sold to a dentist and converted back into one house. Ten years after we left England I joined the AF.

During the summer of 1986 when I was stationed in Germany, my wife and I visited Heacham and stopped in to see the Willows/Saplings. As we were touring the house we came to the conservatory, I saw that most of the floor had been removed above from what was the bedroom.

When I saw that a bay window, in the former bedroom had been bricked up, I said "I wonder if that got rid of the ghost?". You see, my family is convinced that the Willows was haunted due to many strange things that happened while we lived there.

In particular, one night my mother got up and walked down the hall to the bathroom. On the way back, at the end of the hall at the top of two steps a lady stood. She was pointing back down the hall and said to my mother "leave my house". Well my mother ran back into the bedroom and woke my father. Of course when they went back into the hall the lady was gone.

Another time, we were getting ready to go to Kings Lynn. My brother and I would race to see who could close more doors and windows. We would always end at the bay window in the bedroom at the end of the hall. Just as my mother was getting into the car she looked up and said "You forgot the bay window."

Well, my brother and I knew that we had both closed and latched those windows. When we went back upstairs we found both windows wide open with the bars on the pegs!

The owner at the time of our visit told us that a few years previously she had woken one night and heard one of her sons crying. When she went into his room (the same room my brother and I slept in) and asked what was wrong, he said "mommy please tell the lady in the blue dress to go away". She assured him that the lady was gone and he went back to sleep. At the time I could not remember if my mother had said what color dress her lady was wearing.

After I got back home, I wrote my mother and asked if she could remember the colour of the dress. She wrote back and told me she would never forget that the dress was BLUE!

Nothing bad ever happened to us, but I will always remember the time I lived in the Willows.

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