When I was a smally boy on the OCU at the small V bomber unit on the A15, we used to go to swing breakfast at about 0300 before we sacked it for the night.
One night the conversation got around to the Airmens mess, which was reputedly haunted by a WW2 Lancaster pilot. Legend had it that the upstairs had been the briefing room for the bomber crew's and Chef's working alone hated if they had to go upstairs.
Sitting adjacent were a couple of dog handlers who scoffed at the idea of a haunted dining room and made light of the Chef's fears. "Here" says one of them "I'll prove it, dogs are sensitive to that kind of thing, I've got mine in the wagon, I'll bring him in"
The dog was duly brought in and the copper proceeded up the stairs. When the dog got to the first landing, it stopped and it's hackles went up, a low growl came from the back of it's throat and it started to back away. No matter what he did this dog was going nowhere, it scrabbled, whined and started to bark and snap at his handler. The atmosphere was cold and an eerie feeling made the hairs on your neck stand up.
The copper gave up and we all, quickly, moved back into the well lit downstairs dining room. No more was said and we all avoided each others eyes.
I am the bloke who your mate's mate knows who told him the story!
One night the conversation got around to the Airmens mess, which was reputedly haunted by a WW2 Lancaster pilot. Legend had it that the upstairs had been the briefing room for the bomber crew's and Chef's working alone hated if they had to go upstairs.
Sitting adjacent were a couple of dog handlers who scoffed at the idea of a haunted dining room and made light of the Chef's fears. "Here" says one of them "I'll prove it, dogs are sensitive to that kind of thing, I've got mine in the wagon, I'll bring him in"
The dog was duly brought in and the copper proceeded up the stairs. When the dog got to the first landing, it stopped and it's hackles went up, a low growl came from the back of it's throat and it started to back away. No matter what he did this dog was going nowhere, it scrabbled, whined and started to bark and snap at his handler. The atmosphere was cold and an eerie feeling made the hairs on your neck stand up.
The copper gave up and we all, quickly, moved back into the well lit downstairs dining room. No more was said and we all avoided each others eyes.
I am the bloke who your mate's mate knows who told him the story!