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Airfield Apparitions

 

 

I am told that during the last war, an airman was riding his motor cycle from the village of Metheringham to the airfield, with his girlfriend riding behind him on the pillion seat. Just before reaching the airfield, probably on the sharp right-hand bend at the top of the rise, he lost control and crashed, seriously injuring the girl who died shortly afterwards. I have not heard what happened to the airman.

 

Apparently over the years several people have reported that as they were driving their car at night along this road they were flagged down by a young lady who asked for a lift to the airfield as she wished to visit her boyfriend, who had been injured in a motor cycle accident. At the old camp entrance she asked to be dropped off. She alighted from the car, thanked the driver, then turned and vanished. The only trace left was a horrible smell of rotting flesh which, fortunately, disappeared as the startled motorist drove off.

 

During the last war the airfield on the A15 near to Dunston Pillar, or as it was originally known as Dashwood’s Lighthouse, was used for various purposes, including as a satellite for RAF Spitalgate as described in my book ‘Per Astro Ad Asbestos’.

 

It would appear that at some stage it was also occupied by a Polish Squadron as, in one of the buildings near to the control tower, now used as a store room by the adjoining transport café, the figure of an airman in Polish uniform is occasionally encountered by the café staff.

 

This phenomenon has been reported in several newspapers and magazines over the years.

 

Airfield control towers are often the sites of alleged hauntings, often by the appearance of an airman in flying kit ready for or returning from a bombing raid. The control tower at East Kirkby is one of these.

 

I think it is at the old Woodhall Spa airfield where a figure of a black Labrador dog roams the runway looking for its master who was lost on a raid over Germany. There are many similar tales related up and down the country.

 

by Henry Brown