Bumps in the Day and a Relentless Female Spirit at Widcombe Crescent.. Bath Widcombe Crescent in Bath is an elegant terrace of fourteen Georgian houses, completed in 1808 to the designs of Thomas Baldwin. Now designated a Grade I listed building, it is particularly noted for its connection to Sir James Brooke — the famed “White Rajah” of Sarawak in Borneo — who made his home at Number 1 between 1831 and 1834. Widcombe Crescent is a quiet road off of Widcombe Hill, but two of its houses have ghostly tales.. the house numbers are with held for privacy.. Ghost Stories- #1 - Bumps in the Day- There was an old lady, who lived with her family, she spent a lot of her time in her bedroom in her twilight years and one day whilst the family were having Sunday lunch she fell out of her chair in the room upstairs, she fell with such a thump that the glass chandeliers rattled.. She sadly declined after the fall and died some months later. The family continued to have their Sunday lunches the same time every week and started to hear a thump noise upstairs which sounded like the sound made previously when the old lady fell out her chair, this started to happen with some regularity, but they could never find anyone there, they kept hearing the thump and just carried on as normal for the following months.. #2 The Terrifying Female Spirit This tale starts with a seemingly normal family, the father was called away to business in London and took the elder son, as soon as he got there he got an urgent message to return home, where he found his wife had committed suicide by poisoning and had also tried to poison the younger son. By some miracle he survived, although scarred physically by his ordeal. The father carried on as a one parent family and was then after some time, suddenly interrupted by the appearance of a female spirit on the stairs.. She had an expression of sheer malice on her face, which terrified the whole household, people would avoid the stairs and run up them when they had to be used for fear of running into her. It proved too much for the family so they moved away. The house then had a multitude of tenants living in it who would always quickly leave and soon it got the reputation as being un lettable. A local parish priest moved in, with a view of ridding the house of this spirit for good, but the female spirit took offence to this and started to appear even more and in all the rooms of the house. The priest decided on an exorcism, which took place with no fewer than 40 priests in attendance, and the female spirit was reported to have been seen by someone in a doorway then.. However this did seem to work, and the female spirit was never seen again.. or has she?? Story Source - Haunted Bath by David Brandon Photo - Widcombe Crescent general view c.1930s - Bath in Time Google Streetview & Know Your Place - Map 1879-1888  #hauntedbath #ghostsofbath #bathghoststories #spiritsofbath #bathparanormal #paranormalbath

East Harptree – The Castle of Comfort Inn History A hostelry since 1684, the Castle of Comfort Inn is believed to have earned its name from its role as a final stopping point for condemned prisoners being taken from Wells Jail to Gibbets Brow, half a mile away, where they were executed in the 1600s. The name itself is thought to reflect this function, offering a last moment of “comfort” in the form of food and drink before death. During this period, the inn is said to have provided refreshments to prisoners sentenced by the infamous “Hanging” Judge Jeffreys, following the failed Monmouth Rebellion against King James II. The building stands on a site of considerable historical significance. It is located near the Priddy Circles, prehistoric earthworks dating back to the Neolithic era, and lies on an old Roman road. The inn also has literary connections to the wider Quantock Hills area, which is closely associated with the Romantic poets Samuel Taylor Coleridge and Dorothy Wordsworth, adding a quieter, more poetic layer to its long history. Hauntings The Castle of Comfort Inn is said to be haunted by the ghost of a murdered landlord, believed to be buried beneath the flagstones of the front bar. He is often blamed for loud crashing noises that are reportedly heard during the night. A cloaked figure on horseback has also been seen on the road outside the inn, described as leaping through a hedge on one side and vanishing through the hedge on the other. In March 1879, a local man named Lewis Franks, aged 39, was crushed by his young horse nearby. He was carried into the inn, where he later died, and some believe his spirit may also linger around the building. See his inquest in the photos. Source - Paranormal Somerset - Selena Wright Rewritten Images - Somerset Live & Know your Place 1894 British Newspaper Archives

Friday the 13th: A Day of Shadows, Magic, and Ancient Memory in Somerset Few dates carry the same quiet charge as Friday the 13th. In Somerset, a county steeped in mist, myth, and old earth energies, the day feels especially potent. From the tor of Glastonbury to village lanes lined with hawthorn and yew, Friday the 13th is often treated with a mixture of caution, curiosity, and half-belief. Some people won’t begin new projects. Others avoid ladders, mirrors, or the number itself. Many will instinctively knock on wood, just in case unseen forces are listening. The Old Superstitions Across Somerset, the familiar customs surface every time the date appears: Avoiding the number 13, with hotels and buildings skipping it entirely. Refusing to walk under ladders or start important journeys. Believing broken mirrors invite seven years of misfortune. Feeling uneasy about 13 people at a table, echoing ancient fears of betrayal and imbalance. Small protective rituals persist too: horseshoes, four-leaf clovers, rabbit’s feet, whispered charms, and the ever-present act of “touching wood”. These habits are so ingrained they often feel less like superstition and more like instinct. Where the Fear Was Born The unease surrounding Friday the 13th is a tapestry woven from religion, myth, and cultural memory. In Christian tradition, Friday became associated with sorrow through the crucifixion of Christ, while 13 was marked by Judas, the final guest at the Last Supper. Together, they formed a symbolic pairing of loss and ill omen. Norse mythology adds another darker thread. The trickster god Loki was said to arrive as the 13th guest at a divine feast, an intrusion that ended in tragedy and death. Over time, these stories fused into what we now call paraskevidekatriaphobia — the fear of Friday the 13th — a superstition that feels ancient, even if its modern form is relatively recent. The Hidden, Older Meaning Yet beneath the layers of fear lies something far older and more mystical. For Pagans and witches, Friday the 13th is not cursed at all, but quietly sacred. Friday takes its name from the Norse goddess Frigg, linked with love, fertility, destiny, and magic. Long before it became a day of caution, Friday was considered lucky for unions, vows, and matters of the heart. The number 13 itself reflects the rhythm of the moon — the 13 lunar cycles of the year — and the cycles of intuition, renewal, and feminine power. It is also the traditional number of a witches’ coven, a symbol of collective magic and balance. To those who walk old spiritual paths, Friday the 13th is a liminal day: a thin place in time.  A moment when the veil feels lighter, dreams feel louder, and intention carries further than usual. A Somerset Day Between Worlds In a land like Somerset — where ley lines, holy wells, and Arthurian legends still whisper through the landscape — Friday the 13th feels less like a date and more like a threshold. Whether feared or revered, it remains a day that invites reflection on unseen forces, ancient cycles, and the quiet power of belief itself. In 2026, Friday the 13th returns twice: in February and March. Two chances to step carefully… or step knowingly into the old magic that never truly left. © Somerset Paranormal Image - PJW Artworks

Mary Shelley and Bath Today is the 175th anniversary of Mary Shelley's death on 1st February 1851 Mary arrived in Bath seeking refuge, yet the city’s ancient stones and shadowed corners became a fount of dark inspiration. Living in the looming presence of the Gothic abbey, she found herself drawn into the curious world of Bath’s medical pioneers. Among them was Dr Charles Wilkinson, an early experimenter in medical electricity. Mary attended lectures at his nearby laboratory, just around the corner from her lodgings, as she wove her tale of Victor Frankenstein—an audacious man who defied nature itself, stitching together life from the dead with the spark of galvanism. Frankenstein, often hailed as the first science-fiction novel, bears the unmistakable imprint of Bath. She lodged at the now-demolished 5 Abbey Church Yard upon her arrival in 1816, and much of her novel took shape within those walls, eventually published anonymously on 1st January 1818. Mary was unaware that she was dwelling nearly atop the Roman Baths, which would remain hidden for six decades after her departure. Her lodgings were swept away in the 1890s to make way for the Pump Room, and for nearly two centuries, her Bath connections lay forgotten—until a plaque was placed in 2018 on the bicentenary of Frankenstein’s publication, following the efforts of cultural historian Christopher Frayling. Today, visitors can trace her footsteps at the House of Frankenstein, 37 Gay Street, where the city’s echoes of shadow, science, and imagination live on. Sources: Portrait by Richard Rothwell Find a Grave - Tina Jones

Imbolc - The First Whisper of Spring Imbolc is an ancient Celtic seasonal festival celebrated around 1st February, marking the quiet turning point between winter and spring. It falls halfway between the Winter Solstice and the Spring Equinox and symbolises the return of light, renewal, and the first stirrings of life in the land. The name Imbolc is thought to come from an old Gaelic phrase meaning “in the belly”, referring to pregnant ewes and the promise of new life at this time of year. In the agricultural world, this was a subtle but hopeful moment — winter had not yet ended, but spring had begun to awaken. Imbolc is closely associated with Brigid (or Brighid), a pre-Christian Celtic goddess of fire, healing, poetry and the hearth, who later became venerated as St Brigid in Christian tradition. Both forms of Brigid represent protection, creativity, warmth and light returning to the world. Traditionally, Imbolc is a fire and light festival. Candles are lit to welcome back the sun, homes are gently cleansed or tidied, and simple rituals of renewal take place. One of the best-known customs is making a Brigid’s Cross from reeds or rushes, which is placed in the home for blessing and protection for the year ahead. In Somerset — with its ancient landscapes, springs, orchards and wetlands — Imbolc fits naturally into the rhythm of the land. Many people mark it quietly by walking in nature, looking for early signs of spring such as snowdrops, birdsong, or lengthening daylight. Others light candles at home, reflect on intentions for the year ahead, or honour the festival as a moment of spiritual and emotional reset. Imbolc is not a loud celebration. It is a soft festival, about subtle shifts — the promise of warmth, the returning light, and the gentle sense that something new is beginning, even while winter still lingers. It reminds us that growth often starts invisibly, beneath the surface, long before it can be seen. 

Wassailing the Trees Wassailing is an ancient custom believed to have its origins in Anglo-Saxon England. The word itself derives from a phrase meaning “be in good health.” Over time, the tradition developed along two distinct but related paths. The first form of wassailing involved visiting homes with a communal bowl of spiced drink. Revellers would knock at doors, offering seasonal good wishes in exchange for food, drink, or small gifts. This custom became particularly associated with Christmastide and was a way for households to share goodwill and prosperity for the coming year. In medieval England, wassailing visits also provided an opportunity for the lord of the manor to show gratitude to his tenants for their labour. Those who went from house to house often entertained families with music and dancing, commonly accompanied by an accordion. Refusing to offer hospitality to wassailers was considered risky, as it was believed a curse might be placed upon the household. Much like modern reactions to carol singers, opinions on wassailing varied. Some people regarded it as vulgar or disruptive—an excuse for rowdy behaviour and demands upon wealthier neighbours. By the 12th century, this strand of wassailing was gradually replaced by the more Christianised tradition of carol singing, which emphasised religious songs and the collection of alms for the poor. This adaptation made the practice more acceptable to both the Church and higher levels of society. The second strand of wassailing was rooted firmly in the countryside and focused on giving thanks to cider-bearing apple orchards. This tradition was especially strong in the West Country, and most notably in Somerset, long regarded as England’s cider heartland. Before 1752, dates in Britain were governed by the Julian calendar. When the country adopted the Gregorian calendar to align more accurately with the solar year, eleven days were removed. Despite this official change, many rural communities continued to observe longstanding customs according to the old calendar. As a result, the 17th of January became the most common date for orchard wassailing. This form of wassailing is believed to have pagan origins. Alongside expressions of gratitude for past harvests, the rituals were intended to drive away evil spirits and ensure fertility for the year ahead. Proceedings typically began around 7 p.m. A bonfire would be lit within the orchard, and the orchard owner would provide a wooden goblet of hot, spiced cider. This wassail drink often contained roasted apples bobbing among pieces of toast and spices. The revellers gathered around the oldest apple tree in the orchard, which was believed to pass its fertility to the younger trees. A circle was formed, and the appointed Queen of the wassail was lifted into the tree’s branches to lead a ceremonial toast. Singing, dancing, drumming, and general merriment followed. Together, the gathered crowd would sing: Old Apple Tree, I wassail thee, And well mayst thou bear, Hat full, cup full, rooms full, For cider bright and fair. Cider was then poured around the tree’s roots and thrown into its branches as an offering of thanks and encouragement for a plentiful harvest. The soaked pieces of toast were placed among the roots as gifts for the robins. Once the Queen had safely returned to the ground, the men would fire shots up through the branches to frighten away any lingering evil spirits. At the height of the tradition, this celebration could continue late into the night, with multiple local orchards visited and honoured in turn. Wassailing has not disappeared entirely.  The custom is still observed in parts of Somerset today. In Curry Rivel, the celebration takes place on the 5th of January and includes the burning of the ashen faggot, while Carhampton continues to observe the tradition on the old-calendar date of the 17th of January. More local wassailing events are now at Kilmersdon and Coleford. Images - lumix2004 - Pixabay , Google, PJW Artworks

Curry Mallet Manor, Curry Mallet A private residence, Curry Mallet Manor is centred on a late-15th-century great hall, believed to stand on the site of William Mallet’s castle keep dating from 1060. Legend tells that three subterranean streams flow beneath the house, said to lead toward the holy well at Glastonbury Tor. Over the years, a number of human skeletons have been uncovered in the gardens, and the grounds are reputed to be especially haunted. Within the house, the soft rustle of an Elizabethan lady’s gown is often heard. When she is glimpsed, she is described as wearing keys at her belt, suggesting she may have been a housekeeper. Another apparition, known as the “pacing man,” is said to haunt the Great Hall — an Elizabethan figure dressed with a ruff, endlessly walking its length. In the courtyard, the echoes of clashing swords are still heard, as though a long-forgotten duel continues to replay itself through time.  Source - Paranormal Somerset - Selena Wright Rewritten by Somerset Paranormal Image - Google

Is anyone else listening to the latest Uncanny series? The first episode is a truly intriguing account of a “Haunted Street” in Bath. Virginia moves to a quiet street in the city of Bath with her young family. A series of strange events cause her to doubt her own sanity, until an exchange with a neighbour reveals that she's not the only one experiencing scary occurrences, where similar phenomena are reported in every house — many of them notably water-related. It’s well worth a listen to hear all the details. In the follow-up episode from last week, Danny speaks to CJ Romer, who mentions a case from somewhere in Bath dating back to 1963. This case describes a remarkably similar set of experiences: water behaving strangely and the same perceived type of haunting, although occurring in a different part of the city. What I also found particularly fascinating is Evelyn Hollow’s theory involving the Roman curse tablets. The Bath curse tablets are a collection of around 130 Roman-era curse tablets (or defixiones in Latin), discovered in 1979/1980. These tablets invoke the intercession of the goddess Sulis Minerva, often calling for the return of stolen goods and cursing the perpetrators of the thefts. The Roman Baths and the temple dedicated to Sulis Minerva in Bath — founded by the Romans as Aquae Sulis — were excavated between 1978 and 1983 by a team led by Barry Cunliffe and Peter Davenport. During excavations of the Sacred Spring beneath the King’s Bath in 1979/1980, around 130 of these tablets were uncovered. Evelyn raises the idea that, with so many curse tablets placed into the waters of the Roman Baths — many carrying negative intent — something may have been “activated” in the water deep beneath the city itself. I won’t paraphrase her exact words here, but it’s worth listening to hear how she explains it. I find the theory intriguing, although from my accumulated ghost accounts from around the city, there don’t seem to be many other hauntings that are clearly water-related. Still, it’s an interesting possibility. Have you heard of other water-related hauntings in Bath? What did you think of the Uncanny Haunted Street episode? Happy New Year to you all. Image Source - Daily Mail/Bath Chronicle #hauntedbath #uncanny #romanbaths #bathparanormal

The Sparkford Inn: History and Local Legends The Sparkford Inn dates back to the 15th century and has long been an important part of the local area. Originally a coaching house, it provided food, rest, and fresh horses for travellers passing through Somerset. Over time, it continued its role as a popular hostelry, later serving those travelling along the A303 and via the nearby railway. The inn has also acted as a posting house and a meeting point for local hunters, making it a well-used social space within the community for many generations. With so many people passing through its doors over the centuries, the Sparkford Inn has developed a strong connection to local history and shared memories. Alongside its historical role, the inn is well known for a number of reported paranormal experiences. The most commonly mentioned is the ghost of a young boy, believed to be around seven years old, who is said to run through the bar, pool room, and dining area. He is often described as giggling and wearing scorched clothing, with visible burns. Other unexplained activity has also been reported, including whispers heard in empty rooms and mild poltergeist behaviour such as objects moving or appliances switching themselves on and off. In addition, the presence of a man and a woman is said to be associated with one of the rooms. These stories have led to investigations into the inn’s haunted reputation and remain part of its ongoing local legend. Have you ever heard of, or experienced, any ghostly encounters at the Sparkford Inn?  © Somerset Paranormal Image created by PJW Artworks