Another Wulfrunian here, who ended up in this forum by googling for 'White Ladies Priory', then registering when I sussed that we aren't alone in
having weirdness happen there.
I was at White Ladies on Sunday night with two friends, and I'll just cut and paste what I've just posted to a mailing list that I mod, rather than
write it all again:
Bit of background. Every Wulfrunian schoolchild ends up on a daytrip to Old Moseley Hall and Boscobel House.
(I was also once a tour guide at the former) During my school trip there, we left Boscobel and toddled up the road to White Ladies Priory. I
got as far as the track and a huge SOMETHING psychically whacked me one. I didn't even get as far as the gate, before turning around and getting my
arse off that track. Skip forward a few hundred years, and one day, during the time I was working at Old Moseley Hall, Mum and I decided to go to
Boscobel to get the bit of the Charles II story before the bit I told tourists everyday. After Boscobel, we decided to have a look at White Ladies.
Now, Mum isn't known for being psychic, but halfway up that same track, not only I, but Mum too, got whacked with the DON'T GO THERE! feeling.
Within sight of the gate, I remember her saying, 'let's go back' and I was only to happy to agree!
I remember a couple of years back going on a google search and finding another mention on-line of someone having a similar experience up there; but
K*** and I googled on Sunday evening, and all we could find were the pretty tourist or historical pictures. However, I've just googled and found:
- you have to register to see the thread on it though!
Anyway, back to the plot. The track let all three of us down with no major concerns other than those prompted by K***'s infected toe and the
puddles. Just before we got to the gate, at the point where I haven't been able to stand it and have turned back twice before, I did see a dark
shape dart into the trees ahead, however, it could have been anything. It was probably a panther. I don't know. But other than that, nothing
happened, on any level.
We went through the gate and www.virtual-shropshire.co.uk...
there was White Ladies. It looked beautiful, but
also strange. We all said later that it felt as though we had been invited in, but under duress. The energies were literally bouncing off the
place, but it was neither good nor bad, just golden and going visibly zing zam zing zam whizz from wall to wall. I personally got the sense that I
wasn't quite trepassing, but not far off it. Somewhere where I was being allowed in on damage limitation, rather than pure welcome. As for the
feeling of being watched... 'kin Hell! I've felt less watched in Beatties! LOL
However, this is making it sound spookier than it was. We were quite quiet at first, but I think that was more with the sense of strangeness than
anything else. We did get canting a bit more later on, when we were more concerned with the architecture and the history of the building than any
other conversation. For example, K*** hearing a quick snatch of singing. (K***, I've registered on Above Top Secret now, and guess what? The
thread is about someone hearing a 10 second snatch of chanting in a particular spot at White Ladies, always in the same place. He's been there
several times. The thread was posted in April 2004 and has been responded to by someone who felt the urge to visit there in May 2004. Bit like us,
eh?) Or, for example, me getting quite hypnotized by the energy zinging around, and just standing there looking back, when some of the energy started
to form into a humanesque shape, but then stopped. I waited for a little longer and it was just the vaguest outline. I got the feeling that I was
being shepherded into following K*** and P****** on. I didn't touch any walls.
Nothing else of note happened, until we walked through the great arch into a square of foundations. It had looked as though that was the grand
entrance, but it wasn't. K*** and P****** stepped just outside and I stood on what would have been a wall, I crouched down and switched 'it' on.
I could see what would have been an aisle stretching back, but it's only grass now. I said to them, 'actually, I think that this would have been
an altar', and something perceptively changed in the air. We categorically were No Longer Welcome. I remember looking at K*** and she had gone
pure white. She'd looked agitated before, but now she was white. I'm assuming I wasn't precisely flushed either!
P****** suggested it was time to leave, and we did so. We were all on edge a little going up that track. None of us ran, and I don't think any of
us had any intention of doing so, but there was a definite feeling that if we were approaching instead of leaving, I wouldn't have made it to the
gate. That feeling of being watched and not being alone carried on for miles. I kept checking the mirror, because it felt as though someone other
than P****** was in the back of my car.
We eventually reached a roundabout at Codsall - about halfway between White Ladies and the city centre - and it was as if something went 'click!'
Suddenly, there wasn't the feeling of Someone Else There. I was a little shaken later, but I did that to myself, so it doesn't count. ;-)
I'm assuming that a story like that doesn't make me sound as mad as a fish in this company. LOL
PS The panther bit was a joke.