Originally posted: 24/06/2011 as part of The Fleece Files
Stood in the back bar of the Golden Fleece this morning, landlady Steph asked me if I had heard the voice of a man coming from the corridor leading to the kitchen – about the same place as the ice machine, see June 22 for more on that.
I hadn’t, and when she had heard it, Steph had assumed it was the one man on site talking to her. At that point, he was two floors above her and with several closed doors between them. Imagination? Misheard? Possibly. Half an hour later, round the corner from the same point, I heard a male voice from somewhere near the kitchen door. I was the only person on the ground floor at that point…
Remember: keep your equipment dry, and your coffee strong
Ghost Finder General