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Haunted: The Peacock Hotel, Shrewsbury, Shropshire

| On 11, Sep 2017

 


The Haunting of the Peacock Hotel

Chez has sent me her ghost stories of events which happened to her and her brother when they were kids whilst they lived at the Peacock Hotel in Shrewsbury…

Years ago my parents had the Peacock Hotel in Shrewsbury.

I was approximately 12 years old when I saw my first apparition.

I was sleeping in one of the bedrooms one night and something made me wake up.

Normally by my bed there was a little red cloth chair but strangely it turned into a large ornately carved wooden chair with a ‘King Henry VIII’ type looking figure sitting in it staring down at me.

He was a large man, adorned in some sort of uniform as he had a thick belt buckle running diagonal across his chest.

He was very hairy, full beard/moustache, longish wavy hair and I’ll always remember those little ‘piggy’ eyes piercing into mine… I just hid under the covers in fear until I went to sleep.

A while later (can’t remember the time scale) my Nan who used the other bedroom sadly passed away so we (3 kids) had a room change and I got Nan’s old room.

Again a similar experience happened but this time I was rudely woken by someone pulling the duvet off me.

I looked up and saw your traditional ‘grey lady’ by my bed!

I grabbed my duvet and pulled it back over me terrified again I hid until I slept.

Again I have forgotten the time scale but my brother had gone out with a group of mates (one of which is my brother in law now) but before he left he undid the bolt on the cellar door where the dray men dropped the casks.

On returning from their night out we were all in bed and the pub was shut.

Naughty brother and pals entered the pub via the cellar hatch and made their way to the bar (Dad had no alarms).

They were having a few beers round the bar and in those days before the pub got altered you could see right through to the lounge if you sat at a certain position in the bar.

All of a sudden Jimmy (Bro) saw a lady walk through the lounge and come out somewhere by the dart board area in the bar, when he asked the other lads if they had seen the same, they acknowledged they saw the same woman and just carried on drinking.

When I asked Jim to describe what he saw it was the same description of the woman who pulled my duvet off me.

I would like to thank Chez for sending me her stories and for giving me permission to share her stories with you.