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Strange Nocturnal Noises. Unexplained mystery in Illogan dwelling. Strange noises said to be heard at night of the mysterious opening and closing of doors, and periodic loud knockings have caused superstitious people in Illogan Highway,

A Bloomsbury Ghost. A curious story comes from Bloomsbury in connection with a quiet little tavern in Torrington Mews, known as the Earl St. Vincent, where some strange manifestations, put down in the neighbourhood to

The Polmaily Hauntings. (As told to me in June, 1939 by Mr Alexander Gunn, Shepherd, Balchrick, Sutherland. He died at Kinlochbervie in December, 1944.) Towards the end of December, some 55 years ago, my services

Mysterious happenings at ‘bus depot. “Invisible hands” hurl stones. Night workers employed at Winlaton ‘Bus Depot are under the impression that the building may be haunted. They say they do not believe in ghosts, but

Letters from Toulouse in France inform us, that a young woman now of that city, but born in a village called Grand-Mall in the same Diocese, is haunted by an invisible man, which has almost

Before his return to London [from Geanies], however, Professor Romanes received an appeal for aid in a somewhat similar case of disturbance. The Secretary of the National Liberal Club in Whitehall Place (established in 1882)

“From 1882 to 1890 Mr. Romanes rented Geanies, a beautiful place overlooking the Moray Firth. It belongs to a cousin of the Romanes family, Captain Murray, of the 81st Regiment. Captain Murray’s mother and sisters

LVD. In good sooth, I never heard of a merrier Divell [referring to that in Salamanca]: but afore you passe any further, I will tell you of two things which both happened in this same

(The castle is now known as Burgruine Weibertreu.) George Widemann relates a story concerning Weinsberg, in his Calendar, which Cousins repeats in his Swabian Chronicle: – Several years before the casatle of Weinsberg was destroyed,

Some Facts Relating To Weinsberg. There is a house at Weinsberg, that, some thirty years ago, was inhabited by a vine-dresser, named Bayer; it had formerly been used as a wine-press, but no traces of