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Hello everyone.
I enjoyed telling you all about my Dad’s ghostly heretic and I have always had an interest in the unexplained. Despite this I have never had the pleasure of seeing any ghosts or UFO’s but there is one incident in my life that whilst not being of a supernatural nature is rather strange.
This incident goes back to 1984. I grew up in Bolton, in the North West of England and I went to the local comprehensive (called Canonslade) near my house. One day I remember going to school (I was in the 3rd year, what is now known as grade 9) and there was an excited but nervous buzz around the playground.
“It’s the warriors, they are coming to get us”. I was bemused “Who the %&$ are the warriors” I asked? Well rumour had gone around that a group of thugs called the warriors were due to drive their van into the playground of my school, get out of it and then with various unpleasant weapons beat the living daylights out of everyone. This prediction was going around the school and being repeated time after time. Some of the younger pupils were quite upset and scared. The teachers irritated by being repeatedly asked about it were dismissive and told us not to be so stupid. However the rumour would not go away. Few people were concentrating on lessons with all eyes gazing anxiously out of the window into the playground. Any vans are trucks that drove into the school proved a fearful reaction.
By lunchtime the school was in a frenzy. The teachers tried to reassure everyone that there was no such gang but the dinner ladies were not so certain. One of the dinner ladies has heard that they had already been to a neighbouring school and foolishly told me this. This of course whipped the excitement up even more.
So did the warriors come and beat the crap out of everyone? No they didn’t but the weird part of the story is this. After the school day ended and all the pupils (some with nervous glances over their shoulders) left school, I arrived home. My mother was already home, at the time she herself was a dinner lady at another school. Before I could say anything she said “Oh its been a terrible day at Castle Hill, all the children were convinced a gang called the warriors who were going to come to school and hurt them”. As these were primary school kids they were really upset and frightened and many had refused to even set foot in the playground and many were clinging to the dinner ladies like limpets. As at my school the teachers knew nothing about it but some of the other dinner ladies had heard of the mysterious thugs paying visits to other schools. How strange I thought two different schools in one day.
Next day our local paper “Bolton Evening News” had headlines “School children in terror of mysterious gang of thugs”. It seemed that virtually every school in Bolton on the very same day had all had their own “warriors day”. The police had been inundated with calls from worried members of the public but said to the best of their knowledge no such group existed and had certainly never attacked anyone. He was at a loss to explain where these stories had come from.
That’s about it, I often think about this day and I mention it on the friends reunited board for my school. How do you start a rumour like this and then spread it so quickly to reach every child in a town on the same day??
Paul
I enjoyed telling you all about my Dad’s ghostly heretic and I have always had an interest in the unexplained. Despite this I have never had the pleasure of seeing any ghosts or UFO’s but there is one incident in my life that whilst not being of a supernatural nature is rather strange.
This incident goes back to 1984. I grew up in Bolton, in the North West of England and I went to the local comprehensive (called Canonslade) near my house. One day I remember going to school (I was in the 3rd year, what is now known as grade 9) and there was an excited but nervous buzz around the playground.
“It’s the warriors, they are coming to get us”. I was bemused “Who the %&$ are the warriors” I asked? Well rumour had gone around that a group of thugs called the warriors were due to drive their van into the playground of my school, get out of it and then with various unpleasant weapons beat the living daylights out of everyone. This prediction was going around the school and being repeated time after time. Some of the younger pupils were quite upset and scared. The teachers irritated by being repeatedly asked about it were dismissive and told us not to be so stupid. However the rumour would not go away. Few people were concentrating on lessons with all eyes gazing anxiously out of the window into the playground. Any vans are trucks that drove into the school proved a fearful reaction.
By lunchtime the school was in a frenzy. The teachers tried to reassure everyone that there was no such gang but the dinner ladies were not so certain. One of the dinner ladies has heard that they had already been to a neighbouring school and foolishly told me this. This of course whipped the excitement up even more.
So did the warriors come and beat the crap out of everyone? No they didn’t but the weird part of the story is this. After the school day ended and all the pupils (some with nervous glances over their shoulders) left school, I arrived home. My mother was already home, at the time she herself was a dinner lady at another school. Before I could say anything she said “Oh its been a terrible day at Castle Hill, all the children were convinced a gang called the warriors who were going to come to school and hurt them”. As these were primary school kids they were really upset and frightened and many had refused to even set foot in the playground and many were clinging to the dinner ladies like limpets. As at my school the teachers knew nothing about it but some of the other dinner ladies had heard of the mysterious thugs paying visits to other schools. How strange I thought two different schools in one day.
Next day our local paper “Bolton Evening News” had headlines “School children in terror of mysterious gang of thugs”. It seemed that virtually every school in Bolton on the very same day had all had their own “warriors day”. The police had been inundated with calls from worried members of the public but said to the best of their knowledge no such group existed and had certainly never attacked anyone. He was at a loss to explain where these stories had come from.
That’s about it, I often think about this day and I mention it on the friends reunited board for my school. How do you start a rumour like this and then spread it so quickly to reach every child in a town on the same day??
Paul