The Ancient Ram Inn

The Ancient Ram InnLast night we stayed at what is the Mecca for ghost hunters – The Ancient Ram Inn. And we travelled there in style, in Calamityville Horror’s newest member’s camper van. Neen joined us on Calamityville’s Edinburgh adventure and has never left. And what was even better was her mum lent her a newer model of Sony Handycam with night vision. We spent two and a half series without night vision, and suddenly we have two cameras. We started off checking out St Mary’s church, which is apparently joined to the Ram via secret tunnels. We strutted in wearing our noisy cowboy boots, which echoed on the tiled floor. And found a group of children having choir practise. They all turned and stared. We explored the church trying to walk as quietly as possible but each footstep sounded like a gunshot. We left.

the Ancient Ram InnThe owner of the Ram, John, sadly has dementia so every time he saw us, he forgot who we were and why we there. Luckily, Neen’s uncle Rob has lived in Wootten-under-Edge for years and has even done several investigations at the Inn, so John remembered him. As we sat in the van, a loud THUD! hit the roof. We pulled the ladder down then Cat climbed onto the roof to check it out. There was nothing there. Then the motor for the camper step died. It has died before so this was just a coincidence.

We did a daylight walk through at 8 p.m. after visiting the pub. John told us not to come back sober 😀 But we did. The Ram is amazing. John’s a hoarder so the place was crammed with interesting objects and hasn’t been cleaned in probably over 30 years. The most dangerous thing in this place was the dust and the uneven stairs. It was built in 1145 on a 5000 year old pagan burial ground. In the bar area is an open grave where daggers and children’s bones were found.

The Ancient Ram Inn

the ancient grave in the bar

The University of Bristol has confirmed the age of the daggers, so it’s possible it was a ritualistic killing. As we passed through the curtains to the bar area, Cat’s head was swimming. It’s the same feeling you get when you put your arm into a fish tank full of water. Though we when we say that to people, they stare blankly at us. We can’t be the only ones who have done this. This feeling lasted until we left the Inn, but when we returned later, she didn’t have it. We attribute it to the dust, dim lighting and uneven floors.

After our uneventful walk through, we returned to the camper for food. John retired to bed, locked us out then forgot who we were. After Rob got him to open the door, we then left it on latch, otherwise we would have spent the night in the car park. Not exactly a glamorous haunted location. We returned inside at 10 p.m. There was no bulb in the light above the open grave so after we found a bulb lying around, Ryan climbed over a grate that blocked the area off and screwed the bulb in then we headed upstairs.

We set up base camp in the Bishop’s Room, which is reportedly the most haunted room in the Inn, with 5 ghosts plaguing it, including monks and a Cavalier. Yet we felt really comfortable here. It was our favourite room and the one where we felt most at home.

During a vigil in the Witch’s Room – so called because people have seen an old witch and her cat in there – we found a Ouija board on the table. Us and Ryan sat around it and asked questions but as usual, nothing came through, reinforcing our belief that Ouija boards are purely gimmicks. We moved up to the attic. The stairs are so bowed we could only go up one at a time.

The attic is rumoured to be haunted by William Crewe, a highwayman who hid there every time he returned to Wootten-under-Edge. On one occasion he received 300 lashes. Another time it was 200. He clearly doesn’t learn. He apparently robbed and killed an old woman and was executed in Gloucester in 1786. After we had been up there a while, the K2 meter started bleeping and the needle climbed to red. It bleeped faster so we did an EVP session. The K2 went silent so we played back the DVR.

We all heard a voice.

The Ancient Ram Inn

The Bishop’s Room

We replayed it. Rob thinks it said “I’ll kill her.” We need to put it on the laptop for proper analysis, but when we returned to the attic later in the night, the K2 was silent. Rob left at 12:45 a.m. so we all headed downstairs. The bulb above the grave was missing. It was on a barrel nearby so Ryan screwed it back in. The light switch was still in the on position. The bulb blew, shorting the electrics in the house. We found the fuse box and tripped the switch, which turned everything back on. We’re great at shorting electrics in Casa Raven. We suspect the bulb removing culprit was John, but he would have had to climb over the fire grate, and we have no idea why he would remove the bulb, rather than switch the light off, as the other light was left on. But we couldn’t ask him about it – he wouldn’t remember doing it even if he had. We stayed in the bar and did a vigil in the dark then we decided to split up for lone vigils. Neen and Ryan both wussed out so we headed upstairs with Neen’s night vision camera and Lynx’s Canon. Lynx stayed in the Witch’s Room with the Canon while Cat sat  in the Bishop’s Room with the Sony. The most frightening part wasn’t being alone in the dark in the two most haunted rooms but the drunks walking past our windows. The Inn is set lower than the road so the upper floors are level with the pavement, which is very unnerving. Evil ghost witches, murderous Highwaymen, Incubi and poltergeists while we’re sitting alone in the dark? Easy. Drunks passing outside our windows? Terrifying.

The Ancient Ram Inn

The Witch’s Room

Lynx heard footsteps clumping up and down the landing. She assumed it was Cat and called out to her. When she got no response, she went to the Bishop’s Room. And couldn’t open the door. The footsteps weren’t Cat – she was locked in. When Lynx finally opened the Bishop’s Room, Cat asked her if she’d been to the toilet, which was opposite the Bishop’s Room. Cat heard a door squeaking open. The only time Lynx left the Witch’s Room was to check where Cat was. We’ll have to play back the cameras to see what caused these noises. Downstairs in the bar, Neen and Ryan kept hearing footsteps walking around and assumed it was us pacing the rooms. It wasn’t.

We headed downstairs and regrouped. We set the JVC camcorder up as a static camera pointed at the light bulb to see if it was John who removed the bulb then headed to the barn. When the barn was partly excavated to build a new wall, posts found in the foundations were dated – they were 3000 years old. We returned upstairs and stayed in the Bishop’s Room for a while, eating cake and drinking Red Bull before asking questions using a crystal. Ryan didn’t get much response from the crystal. It behaved a bit better with Neen. As we were lounging in the Bishop’s Room in complete darkness, we decided to break out Ryan’s iOvilus, which is always good for a laugh. After sprouting a load of gibberish, at 1:26 a.m, three words came through in quick succession.

‘Demon. Hour. Run.’

The stairs in the Ram are way too dangerous to run down. It would have to better than that to scare us. Then something started flapping by Cat and Neen, landing on them then vanishing. The night vision  identified it as a butterfly. Knowing the butterfly would die if we left it, we captured it, put it in our empty food tub and went to every window to try and release it. None of the windows open. To get out of the Ram we’d have to pass John’s room, so we opened the tub slightly to give the butterfly enough air until we left.

So…all that happened in the demon hour was…the butterfly. We now suspect the butterfly to be the cause of all the paranormal and poltergeist activity. At 3 a.m., after an impromptu zumba session in the Witch’s Room (in keeping with our zumba moves in Edinburgh’s witches’ circle), we were all knackered and nothing else had happened for a long time, so we packed up and headed out to the camper. The bulb was still in above the grave. We released the butterfly and it flew off into the night. We fully expect all paranormal reports to now stop 😀 Then we can quote a line from The Simpsons. “It was the butterfly!”

We went to bed in the camper about 4 a.m. and weren’t attacked. We got up at 9 a.m., only to realise there was not an accessible toilet nearby and John was still asleep. There was only one way to save our kidneys – with a plastic cup. We then took more photos of the outside then returned home.

So our first solo overnight investigation started with what is considered the most haunted house in England and ended with peeing into a cup.

That’s how Calamityville rolls.

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22 Comments

  1. I wished I could have come to that one as I remembered see the Ancient Ram in on Most Haunted and looks a great place to visit. Is is a hotel? Can you book to stay there or a private residence?

    • it’s a private residence, but he has ghost hunters there every weekend. You can book to stay – it’s £25 per person, but just expect him not to remember when you go 😀 We forgot who we were after an hour, but he’s not in the least bit fazed about people staying.

      • I’m really enjoying our “back & forths.” I’m thinking the good town folk weren’t compensated for their loss. Guess they used something akin to imminent domain. That’s where the govt can just come in and snatch up private property, with a “take it or leave it offer.” Next time I write I’ll tell you what happened to my wife and me while on our honeymoon in Gettysburg. This was in 2004 in the Jennie Wade house. Jennie was the only civilian killed during the battle. Oh yeah, I used to be a correctional officer, what you would call prison officer. I did that until I retired back in 2001.

      • we’re really enjoying talking to you too 🙂 We’ve heard of the Jennie Wade house, so we’d love to hear your story.

  2. Sounds like you had an interesting night @ the Ram Inn. If, big “if,” I ever make it to that side of the Atlantic again I’d love to spend some time there. Maybe not a night, just a day. The Ancient Ram Inn could be the Holy Grail of ghostly activity, at least in the UK. If you ever make it to the US you might want to check out Gettysburg, PA. That town is our “holy grail” of ghost activity.

    • Hi, yeah we had an amazing night. And since then we’ve edited the footage for our episode and found even more stuff. Footsteps are picked up by the cameras outside the Bishop’s Room when we’re all sitting down and the footsteps Lynx heard when she was in the witch’s room were recorded, although faintly. We left a static night vision camera in the Bishop’s room when we did a vigil in the witch’s room and it actually captures a small black shadow that shoots up from the floor to the ceiling in the corner where a monk is apparently seen. We thought it may have been a bug but just after the shadow is seen, a bug flies across the across the camera and shows up white.

      We’ve investigated many places and the Ram is the only place we can say for definite that we captured something. You should definitely check it out if you cross the Atlantic. We’re hoping to go back soon to see what else we can get. We’d love to ghost hunt in America! There seem to be so many cool locations to investigate there.

    • Okay! Here’s what happened @ Jennie Wade House; we were doing a tour of the house. By the way our tour guide, a local, said she never believed in ghosts before working there. After a month that all changed. Anyway, a chain link fence around one of the beds started twirling around and around, as if unseen hands was doing it. The tour guide was no more good after that. Definite “creep factor” there.

      • oh that’s cool and really unusual. Like the fact the tour guide wasn’t fit for anything afterwards 😀

      • Crud! I said “chain link fench.” What I meant was linked chain. Yeah, the guide was off her game, for sure.

      • LOL!

      • One more unusual event occurred while in Gettysburg, this while rooming @ the Farnsworth House. It was around, I’d say 2:00 am. The room we were in is really nice. It’s in two portions. The front has bed, tv, desks, etc. the rear a toilet, the old fashioned kind, shower & jacuzzi. One of the lights in the rear has a pull string. I went out on the patio just outside the room. Since it was so dark in the room I left the pull string light on, just so I could get bearings. That light was out when I came back in. I felt this strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. My wife didn’t put it out. Who, or what, did? My reason for going on the patio was for a Camel, something I no longer do.

      • That’s interesting. Pull string lights don’t usually switch off by themselves, because it takes a lot of effort to pull them, as opposed to regular switches which are easy to not switch them all the way on or off.

  3. Okay, I would assume, I know I should not “assume” anything, you’ve been to the Tower of London, I mean in it. I’ve been to it, just never in it. Back in 2001 my, then, fiancé travelled to Virginia, County Cavan. While there I just had to visit London, which we did, staying in Hammersmith section of town. We did the “touristy” stuff, ya know. Took the Underground from Shepards Bush to Central London. What I’m trying to say, in a most long winded way, I wished I’d went in the Tower. It looked really awesome. Okay, that’s my rambling statement.

    • We’ve never been! Actually we’ve never been to London! Every summer we say “we’re going to London this year” then we never do. But the Tower is definitely on our list. We’re desperate to see it. We wrote an article about it for Haunted Magazine with the intention of visiting it on the anniversary of Margaret Pole’s execution but again, failed to go. This year we were like “we’re going end of July” then we booked flights to Edinburgh! Think we must be the only people in the UK who have never been to London. It is shameful.

      • I wouldn’t feel too bad. Heck, I was born in, and raised just outside of, Baltimore, Maryland & I’ve never been to Fort McHenry. That place was bombed during the War of 1812 and was the inspiration for Francis Scott Key writing the national anthem. Another place I’d love to visit in Baltimore is the cemetery where Edgar Allen Poe is buried. Plenty of spirits in that place, no doubt!

      • Oh wow those places sound amazing! We’re aiming to visit a small village in the South of England that the Ministry of Defence bought. They kicked all the villagers out, promising to let them have the village back after the war. They then used it to practise the D Day landings. They still own it. The villagers were never allowed to return.

      • I’ve heard about the village you’re speaking of. Did the govt tell them why they couldn’t have their village back? At any rate that’s not right, really messed up! As I sit here typing this I’m watching a show titled “When Ghosts Attack,” this episode concerning the Eastern State Penitentiary, in Philadelphia, PA. That place is haunted, no ifs ands or buts!

      • We haven’t found any explanations yet. We’re really excited about going. You have to walk through a firing range to get there! Eastern State Penitentiary looks awesome – we’re avid Ghost Adventures fans so we saw the episode where they visited. We don’t have any abandoned prisons like that here, sadly. The disused ones are turned into museums or demolished. But we spent the night in Ruthin gaol in North Wales and the K2 actually responded to our questions. It stayed silent through most of it but bleeped when we asked “are you a murderer?” “were you executed here?” and “did you kill your wife.” But to nothing else we asked. We later discovered the only man executed there shot his wife.

  4. What really amazes me about Europe in general & the UK in particular is the ages of some locations. While in Ireland I remember looking at the year the foundation was laid. I know it was 1050ad. That’s ancient! Over here if we see something from the 1600’s we’re thinking “wow, that’s old.” Hope I’m not rambling. Getting ready for my 2 hour drive to the dr.’s office, after I drop my 8 year old son off. By the time I’d hit 40 I’m thinking there’s no way I’m ever having a child. 7 1/2 years later Matthew pops out. Shows you what I know. I would not give home up for all the “gold in Ft. Knox.” He keeps me young!

    • LOL you’re not rambling at all 🙂 here, it’s normal to have everything so old. We’ve visited burial chambers that are 6,000 years old. We’ve visited several castles that were built in the 12th century. We’ve just found out about a tree in Wales that is 5,000 years old. Anything before the 1800s is seen as quite modern 😀
      Wow, a two hour drive to the doctor’s office? Ours is about ten minutes away. Hope it’s not for anything serious.

      • Nah, it’s to re-up on a few of my monthly meds, which are of the narcotic type. They won’t give anymore than a thirty day script of what I use. I’ll say they are a godsend, trust me on that. Four neck ops & one only lower back. The reason I go that far is because it’s where I used to live. I used to be a twenty minute drive. I don’t really want to give up the dr I’ve had for ten years. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but we, U.S., have a real problem on our southern border, a real humanitarian crisis. What are they doing in Washington? Playing politics, of course. I won’t bore you with that stuff, though. All I will say is I am a Democrat. Okay, no more of that, promise.

      • Believe me anything from the 1800’s, at least on this continent, would be considered “old.” I noticed the time of arrival for this text was 11:18 am That makes sense, as you’re five hours ahead of me (eastern seaboard). It was 5:18 am when I sent it out. I remember the flight to Ireland was smooth sailing. The flight coming back was not, and it was a long day. We left Shannon @ 12:30 pm & arrived at 4:30 pm Yes, it was a long day! I hope I’m not coming across as some kind of Bore. Carol, my wife, thinks me many things. Boring is not among them.


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