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A Brief UFO History of Halton (1957 – 2003)

October 23, 2011

Way back in 2002, I produced a brief info leaflet for the first ever Paranormal Week at Halton Lea Library, Runcorn. I then updated it for 2003. Whilst sorting out my computer’s C:Drive I came across the document for the first time since then.

As a taster for the start of Paranormal Week 2011, (which starts tomorrow 24th October through to Friday 28th october) I thought I would reproduce it here. If some of the paragraphs look ‘familiar’, it is because my leaflet was ‘borrowed’ by someone in the press and the words found their way onto several news sites, followed by a few Paranormal Sites. They say that imitation is the best form of flattery……

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1957, Runcorn:

James Cooke claimed he was taken by aliens in a flying saucer from Runcorn Hill – and taken to their homeworld, a planet called Zomdic, orbiting a star light years away from our own solar system.

There he claimed to meet with the wise elders of the planet who instructed him to spread the word of “universal peace and harmony” to the rest of humanity. He was returned home 45 hours later.

After a later contact, this time on Frodsham Hill, James set up the Church of Aquarius in the town. It became so popular that a second “church” was opened. Here, James “channeled” information from the elders of Zomdic. The church ran for 10 years before James disappeared from public view in 1969.

1963, Runcorn:

RAF veteran Dick Newby saw a “huge blue star-like object” hurtle through the sky, just above the rooftops over Boston Avenue. He then watched as it burned a path over Halton Castle. He said: “I served for seven years in the RAF and I have heard pilots speak about these flying saucers after returning from operations.  I myself was very alarmed. I’ve seen plenty of shooting stars and airliners but this was neither. It looked nothing like a shooting star and was dead silent.”

1966, Runcorn: 

John Middleham of Runcorn saw a flying disc over Halton. From then on, armed with a cine camera, he constantly scanned the skies trying to capture UFOs on film. Three years later, he spotted a huge cigar shaped object, with two smaller discs underneath, in the skies over Runcorn.

1968, Widnes:

Police took chase in squad cars after a huge brightly lit flying cross was seen flying over Fiddlers Ferry power station. No explanation was given for the object which left the cars standing as it hurtled off at speeds in excess of 100 miles an hour.

1969, Runcorn:

Police received a report of a UFO landing on a playing field behind Pine Road.

1972, Runcorn: 

Julie Robson, Joyce Baxter and son Paul saw an unusual flying object over Halton Brow during daylight. They described it as “resembling a flying teapot without a lid.”

1978, Frodsham: 

A group of teenagers came across a large dome-shaped object sitting in a field near the Devil’s Garden in Frodsham. They saw “alien figures” examining cows in a field, using a “strange frame like apparatus”. The cows were completely motionless and silent, as though they had been immobilised.

1988, Preston Brook:
A woman on the A56 slip road saw a bright white light and experienced “missing time”.

1992, Frodsham: 

Graham Clamp saw a strange “pink ball of light” over the Mersey from Cottons Bridge, Frodsham. The ball slowly zig zagged across the sky and then shot off at great speed over Frodsham Hill.

1994, Frodsham: 

A major UFO wave was reported over Frodsham Hill during four evenings. More than 30 witnesses saw a huge “cigar shaped object” with shimmering coloured bands running down its side. The object returned later in the year and was seen by at least 70 people both here and over Chester and North Wales. Investigators could find no satisfactory explanation.

1995, Widnes: 

A woman saw a “bell shaped object” hover over the Mersey near Fiddlers Ferry power station. It appeared to be “sucking up a column of water” from the river. Six other passers-by also witnessed the event. This was the start of a two-month spate of sightings over Halton. Many witnesses saw all manner of unusual objects and lights, ranging from bright star like objects, flying discs and black triangles to huge wedge shaped objects which were described as being larger than two football pitches.

1996, Widnes: 

A Widnes man claimed to have seen a UFO overWidnes railway station. He reported that the bright spherical object made a sound like “a thousand wailing cats” and then fired bursts of flame at the ground which apparently burnt holes in some railway sleepers.

1996, Preston Brook:

A driver reports seeing a huge cigar-shaped object which he claimed was the size of a Boeing 747. It travelled alongside his car whilst he drove along the motorway in thick fog. Two other witnesses describe similar events whilst travelling to Frodsham and Helsby a few weeks later.

1997, Runcorn/Widnes:

There were numerous sightings of huge black triangular objects on a large section of the North West shoreline, stretching from North Wales to Morecambe. Residents in both Widnes & Runcorn reported numerous sightings including 3 flying triangles in formation that appeared to be hovering over the Runcorn-Widnes bridge. Several months later, one witness was pursued by a dark triangular object as she drove over the bridge at night.

1999, Runcorn/Widnes

Over 20 Halton residents report seeing strange luminous orange spheres in the sky over both Runcorn & Widnes. Paranormal investigators from across the North West converged on the towns, but no rational explanation could be found.

January 2003, Widnes

A Widnes woman and her daughter spotted a strange dark shape with green light emanating from it hovering in the sky over Widnes.

January 2003, Runcorn

Workers at the O2 buildings near Preston Brook had a rare daylight sighting when they spotted a strange cigar shaped object hovering over nearby village of Dutton.

March 2003, Runcorn

Several witnesses sighted a strange orange glow/sphere in the skies above the Mersey. After several minutes the glow faded out leaving a dark wedge/triangular shaped object hanging in the sky. Several minutes later the dark object shot away at incredible speed.

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The Headless Horseman of Stockham Lane

September 27, 2011

The borough of Halton, which is comprised of the towns Widnes and Runcorn, boasts many myths and legends involving dragons, ghosts, poltergeists and UFOs. One such legend is the apparition of the Headless Horseman that is said to haunt an old abandoned stretch of road known as Stockham Lane, which runs through the middle of the green-belt called ‘the town park’ in Runcorn New town.

I would now like to take you back to a dark sinister night in 1982, where everything was not as it first seemed…

As a young boy growing up in Runcorn, I often overheard the seasoned elders talking about the many ghosts and spirits which were said to haunt the more older parts of the town. For instance, there were the tales of the ghostly monks which were often seen near the ruins of Norton Priory Monastery, the infamous poltergeist of Byron Street, the Witch’s grave in Windmill Hill Wood and, of course, the Headless Horseman of Stockham Lane.

Legend has it that on the night of the full moon, the ghostly apparition of a headless Cavalier, mounted on a phantom white steed, can be seen galloping like ‘a bat out of hell’ down the disused lane. It was rumoured that the sight was so terrifying that people who witnessed the spectacle often died of fright or became insane. In my formative years, I believed every word of it.

As the years rolled by, my childlike suspension of disbelief and general gullibility wore off whilst I went through the agonising phase in life called ‘growing up’. Somewhere along the line I began to realise that not everything told to me by adults was true.  Therefore, all things spurious such as Father Christmas, the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny and tales of wailing monks and headless horsemen were speedily consigned to the ‘fiction’ department of my mind.

In 1982, shortly after my 19th birthday, with all thoughts of spooky Runcorn long since banished to the back of my hormone addled brain, two seemingly unrelated events occurred that would inevitably draw me into my own terrifying encounter on Stockham Lane: I started dating a girl who lived on the opposite side of the town park to me; and an article in the local newspaper caught my eye.

I saw the ghost of a headless horseman’ read the headline.  The article related the experiences of a man called Chris who had missed his last bus home and decided to take a short cut along the old disused lane which cut through the vast grassy wilderness known as the town park. He reported that an eerie mist had settled on the road, illuminated by the light of the full moon, which made him instantly think of Hammer Horror movies. Beginning to feel unsettled, he began to walk briskly down the spooky lane.

Suddenly, he heard the distinct sound of horse’s hooves thundering away in the distance. At first he saw nothing as he peered into the eerie fog, but without warning the ghost of Stockham lane, the legendary headless horseman on his crazed luminous steed, hurtled towards Chris at a dizzying pace.

According to the newspaper, Chris froze to the spot, terrified, unable to move even a muscle as the phantom cavalier shot past him with all speed. Suddenly gripped with primeval survival instinct, he turned and fled in the opposite direction, running until his lungs and limbs could take no more.

It was a very chilling story, made more so because of the tales I had overheard when I was a small boy. Could the stories that I had discounted as ‘old men’s tales’ have been true all along? Myths and legends were one thing, but who could deny a contemporary account?

As previously stated, the girl of my teen dreams lived on the other side of the town park to me. Most nights I would walk her home and then catch the last bus back to my side of town. On many occasions I only just made the bus, but on one lonely February night in 1982, the bus had decided to depart five minutes early. Completely stranded, I had no choice but to walk home. Since my spirits were high, I decided to take a short cut through the town park. After around ten minutes of walking, I reached the infamous Stockham Lane. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get the recent news article out of my mind.

When my eyes had become fully accustomed to the dark, I began to notice a strange eerie mist which clung to the floor, illuminated only by the light of the waning moon. An instant later, I became aware of being cocooned in an unnatural silence. Normally you could expect to hear the sounds of distant traffic, the odd hoot from an owl and the occasional rustle of cats or foxes going about their business in the undergrowth, but on this occasion everything was deathly silent. It almost felt as though I was the last person on earth. I began to proceed down the lane at a brisk pace. After five minutes of rapid walking, my unease began to dissipate and my thoughts turned towards what delights the next day might bring.

Suddenly, my new found cheeriness became instantly replaced with utter terror as I heard the unmistakable sound of horse’s hooves approaching me from behind. Gripped with sheer panic, I ran as fast as I could down the lane, but the sound of the hooves edged closer. As I ran, I looked over my shoulder and, sure enough, caught a fleeting glimpse of a ‘ghostly’ white horse emerging through the mist. I instantly turned up the pace. As my feet pounded down the disused lane, my limbs began to ache and my lungs began to burn. Within minutes I was racked with so much pain that I was unable to run any further. Thinking that my number was up, I stopped in my tracks gasping for breath. I decided to turn and face my fate. The phantom horse galloped closer and closer.

As the beast was nearly upon me, I realised that this horse was rider-less, and as it slowed down and approached me, I realised that it was not a phantom, but very real.

The horse stopped just in front of me and nuzzled my hand. I was so relieved that I laughed out loud hysterically. Feeling simultaneously happy, yet completely stupid to have panicked so easily, I patted the horse and tore up some grass for it to eat.

Soon it was time for me to continue on my way, so I bade the horse a fond farewell. Unfortunately the horse was having none of it and began to follow me. I had obviously made an impression! After ten minutes of walking I came to the end of Stockham Lane and emerged into Runcorn New town, horse still in tow.

Despite my best efforts at trying to gently shoo the animal away, it stuck to me like glue. This presented me with a bit of a problem, as in what would my parents say if I came home with a friendly horse? I could picture their faces as I announced ‘Hi Mum, Hi Dad, look what I found in the Town Park’. Trying to accommodate a horse in our tiny bungalow wouldn’t have gone down well with the folks, especially in the wee small hours. So, with no other option available to me, I took it to the local police station and handed it in as ‘lost property’. You should have seen the look on their faces!

There is a moral to this tale, and it is this: Never ever let your imagination run away with you, no matter where you are. And if you do decide to venture out onto Stockham Lane in the middle of the night, don’t forget to take sugar lumps.

Stockham Lane in 2011, less remote now than in the early ’80s

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Origins

No-one is certain where the Headless Horseman myths originate, but they appear as part of the paranormal cannon of many different cultures from around the World. The earliest recorded accounts hail from Danish and Irish Folklore, where a headless spirit called a Dullahan was said to ride an equally headless horse.

India too has its ancient Headless horseman – the terrifying Dund, whose head is attached to the saddle of his sinister phantom steed. It is said that wherever the Dund was seen, destruction would soon follow in his wake. Interestingly, a correspondent from The Times Newspaper, Sir William Russell, claimed to have witnessed the apparition of the Dund for himself whilst reporting in North India in 1857.

However, the modern Headless Horseman, which is now synonymous with spooky festivals such as Halloween, has its origins in the short story ‘The Legend of Sleepy Hollow’, penned by Irving Washington in 1820. In it, the spirit of a Mercenary soldier, decapitated by a cannonball during the American Revolution, is doomed to spend the rest of eternity haunting the spooky township of the story’s title.

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Paranormal Week 2011

September 5, 2011

In recent weeks, things have become decidedly hectic at Rosney Towers. For one, I am currently working on two very interesting projects (more about those in a later posting), and for another, it is rapidly approaching October, meaning that its almost time for this year’s Paranormal Week at Halton Lea Library in Runcorn, Cheshire.

For those of you not in the know, for many years I have been fortunate to be involved in organising and staging paranormal themed events for Halton Libraries. The jewel in the crown of these activities is their annual week long celebration of all things paranormal titled ‘Paranormal Week’.  Since its humble beginnings back in 2002, the yearly event has grown in both scale and popularity, and has boasted many special guests/Paranormal movers and shakers over the years, with guest appearances from luminaries such as Matt Smith (Most Haunted), The Rev. Lionel Fanthorpe (Fortean TV), Demonologist Fred Batt (Most Haunted), Medium Angela McGhee (Living TVs Psychic Investigator) and Rendlesham Forest Incident whistleblower Larry Warren to name but a few.

I am delighted to announce that this is our 10th year! So we aim to make this year’s event a very special one indeed.  Final preparations are underway, and a full timetable will be available soon.  If you would like to receive an email copy of the timetable and programme, send an email to the team at: paranormalweek@gmail.com

The event is running every evening from  6:30pm  – 9:30pm: Mon 24th to Fri 29th October at Halton Lea Library, Runcorn, WA7 2PF

The event is FREE!!!

Confirmed Speakers for this year include:

TV Presenter and Author Mark Olly talking about UFOs (More details can be found on my colleagues and co-organisers, Eximius, blog pages http://eximiusparanormal.wordpress.com/2011/08/18/paranormal-week-2011-ufo/)

and a rather special night of Occult Horror presented by the Twisted Tales team:

Ramsay Campbell, Adam Nevill John Reppion (For more details visit the Eximius blog: http://eximiusparanormal.wordpress.com/2011/09/02/paranormal-week-2011-twisted-tales/)

MORE SPECIAL GUESTS TO BE ANNOUNCED SOON! Watch this space.

Until then, here are a few photographic highlights from the past years events. Enjoy!

The team that put together the very first Paranormal Week in 2002

2003. Bill Bimson from MARA talks to the Lord Mayor of Halton while being filmed for a BBC documentary

2004: Most haunted’s Matt Smith wows the audience

2006: Lionel and Patrica Fanthorpe with audience

2007: Anthony Peake with organisers

2008: Presenter & Investigator Roy Basnett

2009: Rendlesham Forest UFO Incident Whistleblower Larry Warren

2010: Roy Basnett hosts his Zone Unknown Show at PW’10

2010: Medium Angela McGhee

2010: Medium and Film Maker Kevin West and Producer Shirley Donovan with the team

Most of the above photos reproduced with kind permission from http://www.hadfieldsphotograpy.co.uk