Seasidepagan
Junior Acolyte
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- Mar 26, 2020
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I’ve told the story on here of when my mum brother and I lived in a haunted house ( top hat man) and about our pub which had strange goings on. After we left the pub we lived in a ‘normal’ modern house. Nothing happened to anyone in that house, but the post office next door was more troublesome for its occupants.
the post office was in the high street in Hastings and we lived next door. It was empty when we moved into our house but quite soon after a family moved in, husband, wife and 2 kids. I was only about 14 myself to my memory is hazy. Might have been three kids. Anyway, my mum befriended the wife and they would chat across the wall about this and that. The woman seemed happy, light, positive and I have memories of her smiling and laughing.
After time and when the winter had set in, the wife told my mum that she felt that the building was very oppressive and gloomy. I was at school at the time and so I just had snippets of what my mum was reporting on the phone to her mum or to my stepdad.
mum grew quite concerned about the woman and would call her or pop into the post office to chat. The woman seemed to decline more and more and it appeared that domestic violence had started and that the woman had begun drinking heavily. Again, this is the story I got from my mum.
We moved again (moved a lot when I was a kid and as an adult) and now to a very old and picturesque cottage, and the next we heard the poor woman from the post office had hung herself in the post office accommodation.
Shocking. Poor lady. Poor family. Years later I was doing some local history research and found that in that very building two brothers had lived in the (?) 1800’s. They were carpenters and therefore coffin makers. There has been a huge fight between them and then one brother disappeared. A couple of years later the missing brother has been found in a sealed coffin in the upstairs of what was later the post office building.
The story of the coffin building brothers is often told on the ghost walk around the town that a lot of my stories are told in.
the post office was in the high street in Hastings and we lived next door. It was empty when we moved into our house but quite soon after a family moved in, husband, wife and 2 kids. I was only about 14 myself to my memory is hazy. Might have been three kids. Anyway, my mum befriended the wife and they would chat across the wall about this and that. The woman seemed happy, light, positive and I have memories of her smiling and laughing.
After time and when the winter had set in, the wife told my mum that she felt that the building was very oppressive and gloomy. I was at school at the time and so I just had snippets of what my mum was reporting on the phone to her mum or to my stepdad.
mum grew quite concerned about the woman and would call her or pop into the post office to chat. The woman seemed to decline more and more and it appeared that domestic violence had started and that the woman had begun drinking heavily. Again, this is the story I got from my mum.
We moved again (moved a lot when I was a kid and as an adult) and now to a very old and picturesque cottage, and the next we heard the poor woman from the post office had hung herself in the post office accommodation.
Shocking. Poor lady. Poor family. Years later I was doing some local history research and found that in that very building two brothers had lived in the (?) 1800’s. They were carpenters and therefore coffin makers. There has been a huge fight between them and then one brother disappeared. A couple of years later the missing brother has been found in a sealed coffin in the upstairs of what was later the post office building.
The story of the coffin building brothers is often told on the ghost walk around the town that a lot of my stories are told in.
