People have been messaging me and stopping me in the street to tell me all about the Grey Lady of the Tunnels. ‘I’m sure the Tunnel starts up at St Mary’s school‘ said one mysterious Tunnel Authority, who also ‘works’ at the ‘record shop’…’from the days when it was a convent and the nuns had to hide from all the randy priests (or something like that). The old caretaker at the school told us that the Grey Lady was a nun who committed suicide by throwing herself from the top window.’
Bit harsh, I say: couldn’t she just have hoiked up her habit and kicked the randy priest in the bollocks? Or, *gasp*, what if she didn’t jump: what if she was pushed? From all her spying out of cubbyholes had she maybe witnessed something untoward?
The Tunnel Authority continued: ‘On another occasion the caretaker told us she hanged herself from the roof beams and showed us the marks in the wood. I’m trying to work out in which order she committed this double suicide. Maybe she survived the fall and ran back upstairs to try something else? I’m also intrigued as to why she’s the Grey Lady…surely all female ghosts are Grey Ladies….or do ghosts come in a variety of hues?’
I think most towns have a Grey Lady. Our poor lass probably just wants that rotter priest’s gravestone defiled, then she’ll rest in peace.
I bumped into landlord Pete et al outside the Whore’s Bed (yes, if you want a social life, just hang around on them front steps during the day) and he told me he had started excavating the tunnel. Because of our interest, he’s getting some real ghost-busters in, electronic equipment and all, from half-ten on a Sunday night in the near future, til three in the morning. Another chap, Mel, out on them steps assured me (‘if my Missus were around, she would tell you’) the tunnel does go down via the George and the Star all the way to the castle.
‘So they say,’ chipped in Pete, lighting up another ciggie. He really should give up.
‘So they say…’ agreed Mel….’so they say.’
He insisted though that he and the Missus had seen both the Grey Lady and some fellow who died four hundred years ago. Phyllis-next-door later told me that some visitors saw a chap quite clearly standing at the window in one of her upstairs bedrooms, looking out into the garden.
I found lots of detailed stories of spirits at the Star, the High Street, the Boar’s, Coopers, and many more Bishop’s Stortford locations on the Luton Paranormal website. At the quiz night I also found out about this Ghosts of Stortford lecture coming up at the Rhodes. The description of the evening mentions not only the Grey Lady but also the Duelling Cavalier – blimey, who’s he? It’s on the 30th of October, practically Hallowe’en. I’m going with Phyllis-next-door. I’ve been interested ever since about forty years ago when my Granny Peggy told me she was slapped on the back with a wet flannel whilst having a bath.
Fred says it’s more likely that the spooks are aliens having us on than spirits of dead people. Come on, ghosts! I hereby invoke you to float about a bit and give cynic Fred a fright one night!