This week me and my daughter hit the road to see a beautiful haunted ruin located in Staffordshire in the United Kingdom.

We both love a good thunder storm and heading out in the rain we decided to stop off to see Throwley Old Hall as its rumoured that ghostly apparitions are seen here during storms.

It is widely thought that spirit activity increases during a thunder storm as it throws energy in the atmosphere for spirits to use.

From experience, when we have investigated in a thunderstorm, admittly it has been a active night.

What’s been sighted

The local stories state that many years ago, a coach returning guests to the hall crashed along the road, killing all on board. The horses (and sometimes the wheels of the coach) can still be heard on occasion. The full scene as been sighted heading towards the halls driveway on nights when a storm is present.

A farmer reported seeing a headless female standing amongst the ruins of the hall, a large bloody stain running down her front. The hall once belonged to the Cromwell’s, and it is thought the ghostly figure was beheaded after upsetting the family.

A young child. One report states a blonde boy is sighted but I personally feel this could be a little girl.

History of the Hall

Old photograph of Throwley Hall

Throwley Old Hall is a large, ruined Medieval Manor House and is one of the most imposing and architecturally important ruins in the Peak District National Park. It is Staffordshire’s only surviving example of a large medieval manor house. The building stands on what was once an extensive Medieval landscape and site of a deserted medieval village. This once majestic Hall stands over looking the magnificent Manifold valley.

Throwley was first recorded as a residence in 1203, the 4th year of King John’s reign, when Oliver de Meverell settled here. In 1344, the 17th year of Edward III, deeds given at Tideswell name Thomas de Meverell ‘Lord of Throwley’.

In 1503 Sir Samson Meverell, Lord Mayor of Tideswell, and Constable of England (having served in 11 battles over 2 years in the French wars) built the Hall, now standing as ruins, from local limestone and non-local sandstone, amid a deer park bounded by a 10-foot high drystone wall. The lowered walls remain to this day as field boundaries.

Mentioned in ‘Baronial Halls of England’, by Samuel Carter Hall, as ‘Home of the Meverells, a very ancient house of decent gentlemen of goodly living, equalling the best sort of gentlemen in the Shire’.

Samson’s son, Robert, married Elizabeth, the daughter of Sir Thomas Fleming, who was at the time Lord Chief Justice of the King’s Bench, and the couple lived at Throwley. The elaborate tomb in their memory is the one in Ilam Church.

Their daughter Elizabeth, the last of the Meverells, married 1st Earl of Ardglass, whose great-great grandfather was Thomas Cromwell responsible for the dissolution of the monasteries during King Henry VIII’s reign. Oliver Cromwell, the Lord Protector was also a descendant of this family.

Sadly we did not see any apparitions but I did do a spirit box session where on review it sounds as if a man could have been coming through and when I asked the name of the hall..Throwley was said.

Check out my video on the link below

3 thoughts on “THROWLEY OLD HALL – A Stormy Haunting

  1. Odd that during noisey thunderstorms some of us can hear the least little sounds very strong. I’m one of them too. I think sometimes with age I’m going a bit Mutt and Jeff, but sometimes my hearing is incredably acute. The wee dog and I are often in symbiosis for the small sounds, and look at the same empty places in the air. Ex pat Northern Irish naturally I’m a sceptical but still a believer in the weird stuff. Living in France for near 10years and found language is no barrier to communication. Can’t describe it exactly, but like receiving a radio show in two languages simultaniously. Good to read you report the negative, and lack of activity, rather than trying to make up a wee story that goes with the place, like too many do, or it’s their imagination or hopes. Bon courage les braves!

    1. Thank you for your comments, France is somewhere on the list for next year. I had wondered if there is a language barrier in the spirit realm, this is a topic we were talking about the other night. I don’t think there is but I haven’t experimented enough to give a honest opinion as of yet. Thank you, I’m here trying to keep it real yet still interesting 👍

  2. Thanks Charlene. I passed my first 8 years in the Nord-pas-de-Calais, bang on the border with Belgium, surrounded by the Great War and to a lesser extent Second World war cemetaries, battlefields, and probably walking over the unburied. Never had anything as strong as back on the aul sod, or when visiting Scotland, or the NE or SW of England (Londing too confusing with things flying around yer heid, nothing to do with spirits probably!), but sometimes heard whisperings, or impressions in my head both in English and French (before I better mastered the lingo). Only had oral evidence of someone/something I saw in the stairs of our last appartemente, that a young buck who looked like I saw had a fatal fall while building the stairs. Multiple experiencer, but very hard questioning all the evidence. If ever pass through Vannes, I’ll give you a free guided tour of this medieval walled city. Still learning it’s history, as sure you know is key to identifying who and what period they are from. Off to play me silly wee game, and try not to imagine the voices I hear on our balcony, when out for a ciggy, are spirits, and not simply the echos of the neighbours, with their windows open, and all the dozens of cats who roam here day and night! Keep up the great work, sussing out the real from the urban legends, and the real revenants.

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