Readers Stories Down By The Riverside One night in August Adrian and I decided to visit this haunted location to witness this ghostly rather barbaric phenomenon. We had previously read about this ghostly occurrence within one of the many books we have acquired about Norfolk haunts. The story held our curiosity and our horror; it is a rather awesome historic tale of a haunted re-enactment which takes place every August without fail. Feeling rather apprehensive, Adrian, my sister Debbie and I set off into the dark Norfolk countryside. When we reached our destination we settled in and prepared ourselves for what or might not transpire. We were fairly familiar with the area having held several annual vigils at another haunted location further down the riverside. At night by the river all life becomes very quiet, everything becomes deadly still and quite eerie. The moon was up and shining on the calm dark river, reflecting the background of tall dark reeds, there were quite a few boats, which were moored for the night and it was quite cold. This first ghost was that of an old man in a small rowing boat, heading towards the moorings on the edge of the river. There is an inn close by, and the story goes that usually he will moor near there, but not tonight. We got out of the car, and sat on the bench to get a closer look. He took ages to decide where to moor it seemed like he was disorientated. He eventually moored between two boats, and because the boats were so close together, you could hear the sloshing of water and banging of the sides of them. Debby could see the ripples of the small boat come about, as the boat headed towards us, but she could not see the old man. Adrian did not see the old man. He did however hear what we all heard after that, you could miss this, if you were not attentive, and it is hard to convince yourself what you are seeing, however you could not mistake the footsteps that followed on afterwards. We all agreed on that. The gravel and the hard grass of the bank had made this possible despite not actually seeing the old man walk off into the distance. At this stage I had lost vision of the old man, which I thought was strange for I had seen him rowing his boat and mooring it. Although the footsteps quickly faded, it was clear what direction the old man was going. We had to wait for another 20 minutes or so the next event came about. We moved off the bench and sat in the car to have a cup of coffee and a cigarette. I turned my head to speak to my sister in the back, and witnessed a Saxon walk behind the car oblivious to us, and disappear into the night. It was then that we heard what sounded like a horn blowing in the distance, it could not be mistaken. Our assumption was that the rest of the Saxons had found the poor old man and sounded off the charge of onslaught similar to what had been related in the book we had read. What happened next, although in what order we are not to sure, as events happened so quickly, but the old man was set upon by a large group of Saxons. He was chased down to the water's edge, and was beaten to a pulp as he tried to make his escape but they mauled this old man to death and ended up beheading him. I shut my eyes. I did not want to see anymore.
Tracey
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