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Are Ghosts Real?
Member Name: saramac
Are Ghosts Real?
Date: 20/07/09, updated on 20/07/09 (178 review reads)
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Oh yes, Ghosts or Spirits most definitely are real I know because I lived with a few for 4 years.
Heres my tale, are you sitting comfortably? Then I shall begin......
At the ripe old age of 18, I got fed up of my job in a restaurant in Manchester and having itchy feet secured myself and my then boyfriend who was a chef, a grand new job in an old, coaching house Down South as we Northerners say.
What we didn't know was just how old it was and what a frightening history this coaching house had.
The Ostrich Inn, High Street, Colnbrook, Berkshire, SL3 OJZ.
Its situated 5.5 km (3.5miles) southeast of Slough,
9km (5.5 miles) east of Windsor
30km (19 miles) west of London.
The village is situated on the Colne Brook a tributary to the River Colne, hence why they say it was named Colnbrook.
Everything lovely so far.
The Ostrich Inn is the 3rd oldest Coaching Inn in the UK and dates from 1106.
Originally called The Hospice we think because the High Street its situated on is on the main London to Bath road and the turning point for Windsor and so was an ideal place for weary travellers to freshen up before continuing their journey.
Over time the name evolved into The Ostrich Inn and when I worked there was complete with its own stuffed ostrich affectionately known as Esme (evil looking flea bitten old bird she was, always looked like she would "have" you if you turned your back on her, yes, even though she was stuffed, many a Christmas time Ive had to persuade a drunken reveller she wasn't a good idea to hitch a lift home on)
Exciting stuff, away from home, new job, living in a house on the end of the Inn. As soon as I walked in I felt a strange atmosphere, I had felt it at the interview but was convinced this was the job for us and so put it to the back of my mind.
We met all the staff and sat to share lunch, great so far, no problems.
After lunch we were shown round the building, it was sooo old all the walls and ceilings were "higgledy piggledy" and the doors were on a slant, talk about character, this place was ozzing it!
When nosing round I noticed a Model in a glass case mounted on the wall, whilst having a look a member of staff came over and showed me how it worked and explained it was from when all the murders had been committed in the Inn.... WHAT? RUN THAT BY ME AGAIN... WHAT MURDERS...?
Seemingly in the 17th Century the Landlord Jarman and his wife set up a little money making scheme that netted them alot of money but resulted in approx 60 murders.
They constructed a "special" bedroom above the kitchen which contained a "special" bed.
When a particularly wealthy man arrived Jarman would say to his wife-"a fat pig is available" she would reply " put him in the sty for till morrow".
Both husband and wife would pay special attention to said guest making sure he was very drunk. Once tucked up in the "special" bed in the "special" bedroom, Jarman would pull 2 metal pins out of the wall and the bed would tip up, opening a trap door in the floor and the poor unsuspecting man would fall into a cauldron of boiling liquid in the kitchen below.
Disposing of bodies was easy they just threw them into the brook, because there were so many Highwaymen about no one asked any questions.
This plan worked very well until they got too greedy (always do, don't they?).
They got a wealthy local man Thomas Cole drunk, got hiM to stay and murdered him dumped the body as usual, but his horse got free and headed home.
Questions were asked and someone had spotted him entering the Inn, of course on inspection the truth was uncovered and Jarman and his lovely wife were both hanged.
Can you imagine how I was feeling at this point? Not only was I going to work here, but live here too. AAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!!!!!.....
Downstairs was a lovely bar selling bar type food , really warm atmosphere with open fires, they did a fabulous French Onion Soup, it always felt most welcoming down here.
Up the rickerty stairs you go, on the first landing you meet our dodgy looking suit of armour, the stairs then turn to the right and the air turns cold instantly even on a red hot day, it was freezing. The toilets on this landing were freezing too and you got the sensation of some one pushing past you, even though there was no one there......
Up the last flight and you could turn right to the restaurant, atmosphere a little" cool ",but comfortable most of the time especially as the restaurant was always full .
Or you could turn left, down a corridor that took you to the managers living quarters, this was the most evil feeling I have ever encountered its hard to describe, the airs soo heavy you can't breathe and you instantly feel depressed heres the best way to describe it to you-
The manager had a big black labrador dog Ben the softest most good natured dog you could meet, infact Albert the Inns cat used to regularly beat Ben up, thats what a pushover he was.
Except if you tried to get him up to the said top corridor, he would turn into a snarling, growling, barking fiend that would happily bite your hand off, all his fur stood on end, he looked like a "Hound From Hell".
The "murder room" was a store room while I was there and the highly amusing chefs would regularly freeze a white overall and hang it up so when you went in frantically looking for the light switch you would be confronted with a white entity hanging, oh the screams! Im sure you can imagine.
The house we were to live in was on the end of the Inn but not connected internally thank goodness.
One night we saw a cigarette light up in the corner of the room when we switched the light on it was gone.
Another night we sat in bed watching TV and something/one came into the room swished past the TV knocking the keys off the top onto the floor our cat Rodney arched his back with all his fur on end and hissed and spat until whatever/whoever walked out through the wall then Rodney settled back down to sleep.
We have hundreds of tales to tell, but its the feeling its so hard to describe, you really have to experience it yourself.
The atmosphere in our house was nothing like "the corridor", or I wouldn't have been able to live there, but there was a strong "presence" and nobody liked to be in the house alone(4 of us lived there), if anything it felt like the lost Souls that had been murdered.
Whereas "the corridor" was pure evil and had to be Jarman and his lovely wife.The times we ran through that building and didn't dare look up, or back........
When we worked there it was owned by Derek and Brenda Lamont, a lovely true "old fashioned" English couple, at New Year they always made the staff a 5 or 6 course banquet and served us all, it was a real treat for all our hard work.
I know it has new owners now and I have seen it featured on " Most Haunted" that was really strange, watching the programme knowing I worked there.
Do ghosts exsist? You tell me? There was something very strange going on at The Ostrich Inn thats for sure, if your ever round that way, pop in and see for yourself and let me know, watch out for that nasty flea bitten old bird Esme, I wouldn't trust her!
If you fancy a nosey, take a peek at -www.theostrichcolnbrook.co.uk
Thanks for reading my ramblings and sleep well........
Summary: Do Ghosts exsist or are they a figment of our active imagination?