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Spooky Truth – No 2 – 1972

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This series of Spooky Truths are accounts of experiences in my life that really happened.

The year, 1972 and the place is Leicester. A nightclub on Church Street, motorcycles scattered through walls, a unique decor …. welcome to the ‘Freewheeler’, formerly the Hippo Club. It was a very old building dating back to the early 19th Century, maybe even older. I was the resident DJ and Compere, a young twenty year old hippy enjoying everything life presented me with in ‘spades’. I knew the city well as I first came in 69/70 to a residency at the Top Rank Suite on Haymarket before returning to the Genevieve in Sheffield. Happenstance returned me to Leicester, where unbeknown to me one of the spookiest experiences that would stay with me for the rest of my my life lay in wait.

The Freewheeler was a popular venue and frequented by trendy club goers, a great little club remembered by many I am sure. So lets take a dive into the physical layout of the club. It was spread over four floors, the first being the entrance, a lounge and bar area, the main room with dance floor, stage and bar. On the second floor a large lounge which would later be christened as the ‘Coachman’s Lounge’, plus cloakroom and toilets. Offices and storerooms occupied the remaining two floors. The owner used to arrive in his Rolls Royce Corniche, a wealthy working class bloke who made his fortune from laying turf for all and sundry. He owned this club and its sister, Freewheeler in Kettering. I spent time in both clubs but it is this one in Leicester where our story is born. One day the owner, manager and security chap were photographed together in the office on the top floor. It is interesting to note that this room was always so cold irrespective of the time of day, when entering it was like walking in to a freezer. When the photograph was developed to everybody’s amazement, there on the managers shoulder as clear as day sat, a transparrent hand. It was not a set up, there was no trick photography, this was as real as it gets.

This was the first experience shared by a few of us at the same time which led to conversations about strange noises, children laughing, a ball bouncing and unknown people appearing, then been nowhere to be found. I remember distinctly sitting in the club during the day and hearing children running in the upstairs lounge above the dance floor, and thumping as if a ball was bouncing. Yes it felt a little spooky and often I would experience the hair rising at the back of my neck and up my arms, but nothing at that time felt particularly malevolant, in fact, quite comfortable but obviously strange. One weird happening often filled me with curiosity and to this day over fifty years later still does.

As a prenentious young entertainer my tipple in those days was Canadian Rye Whisky and Dry, in a short tumbler. The first time anything happened, there was the glass full of my tipple sitting on a shelf next to the music consul. I had only just put the glass down to set a disc on the player, so a matter of two minutes, three at the most. Turning around to take a sip and the glass was empty, yes empty, as if the contents had simply evaporated into thin air. Holy crap, methinks, here we go again. On four or five occassions I purposefully left a full glass on the shelf and sat at the far end of the room watching intently to see what would happen. Everytime, excepting one occasion, I saw no movements, no spooky vibes but the glass was drained every time. It became a bit of a standing joke between some of us that the club hosted a ghost who liked a drink.

Following the revealing photograph the owner had been advised not to make anything of the matter, after he recruited a psychic from Northampton to investigate. I wish I could remember his name, I know it was Jack something. Our psychic investigator was an experienced man in his fifties and was under no illusion about the resident spirits. He told us there was the spirit of a Coachman who haunted the lounge on the first floor and this is why it was named so. Confirming the presence of spirit children and a middle aged woman he left reminding the owner to keep eveything under wraps. I suppose it was like telling a child not to open a present, he could not wait and within a few days the story made headlines in the Leicester Mercury. Needless to say, we became busier than ever. I mentioned earlier no malevolance happened, well not whilst I was there but odd spooky moments did. Occurences certainly increased after the publicity.

One evening at around 1.30am the door bell rang and the security manager admitted a tall man in a grey suit with shoulder length blond hair. He walked straight up the stairs towards the cloakroom, and was seen to close the gents toilet door behind him. The stranger in the grey suit never came back down the stairs so the security man, Kieth went to search for the mysterious guest. Not a sign anywhere remained and he had not left the club by the entrance and all other doors were locked. The Freewheeler was a great club and seemingly not only popular with the living.

The paranormal data base for the area published the following.

Location: Leicester – Freewheeler Club, Churchgate
Type: Haunting Manifestation
Date / Time: 1972
Further Comments: An exorcist was summoned to this building after staff reported seeing a strange ghost which would change shape.

Spooky Truths – No 1 – 1972 – Poltergiests of Scamps

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This series of Spooky Truths are accounts of experiences in my life that really happened.

The year is 1972, the place, Hull in Yorkshire. I am working as a trainee manager for a Night Club, Scamps. The club was above a beir keller and of fair size with three bars, dance floor and stage. Interestingly, the ‘cellar’ for the club was on the top floor with an old industrial dumb waiter transporting kegs up and down as required. Now in my third month all was well and really there had been nothing occuring out of the ordinary. One Saturday evening the manager instructed me and another trainee to stay in the club overnight, the stocktaking could begin bright and early. So cashing up and security measures completed we both settled down on the comfortable couches ready for a little shut-eye. At around 2.45 am, the radio playing gently in the background and hot drinks finished, we both drifted off to sleep.

The exact time of our abrubt awakening evades me but I think it was around 3.15 am. Imagine, there we are seemingly asleep when a tremendous crash and a rather unworldly scream filled the air. Simutaneoulsy we both leapt from the couches defensively, unconciously thinking we were in the midst of some kind of burglary and grabbed empty beer bottles and a chair as weapons to defend ourselves against an unseen and indeed unknown foe. Everything appeared to be happening all at once so it is rather difficult to order the events but as soon as we stood, there was more very loud banging and crashing as doors around the club opened and closed rapidly, glasses from the bar flew through the air landing randomly smashing here and there. A Co2 cylinder appeared from somewhere expelling the gas and landing in the middle of the dance floor removing veneer and polish.

We were rooted to the spot in fear unable to move or speak. I remember wanting to shout something to protest still thinking this was some kind of intrusion, however no words would come and no sound could we make. This was real fear and rational when one considers the circumstances. The tornado of chaos was over as quickly as it had begun. Suddenly all was quiet and eerily still but as we surveyed the room through fear stricken eyes, it was a mess. Broken glass littered the floor and furniture, and small beer kegs lay on the stairs where a bannister was snapped in half. We looked at each other with amazement and disbelief but when confronted with reality of such chaos, sat down in shock. Only the two of us were there, no intruders, what was this?

Our first rather selfish concern on reflection, was who will receive blame for this. Obviously as there was only the two of us there, ‘guilty as charged’ seemed the only outcome. Alarms which should have been triggered were not, this was exceptionally weird. You may think we had been drinking and smashed the place up ourselves, which was the managers first consideration when he witnessed the mess. He saw we were perfectly sober but very frightened and quickly dispensed with any blame.

Later we were to discover that incidents of dripping beer taps, flooding from sinks and other strange incidents that could be blamed on human error were indeed common but seen as usual for some strange reason and not discussed or mentioned other than an occasional moan to the inconvenience of cleaning up. News of this catastrophe spread throughout the staff and it was not long before strange occurrences kept secret were shared. This whole experience resulted in me being very uncomfortable continuing to work there as one can imagine and I resigned a few weeks later.

It appears that prior to its life as a nightclub, the building was a supermarket which never did well. Here are some facts:

Scamps was a well-known nightclub and discotheque located on George Street in Hull during the 1970s. It was a popular venue for nightlife, often mentioned with the adjacent Hofbrauhaus Bar. 

The venue was at 42 George Street, a site that is now a car park. It had a history as a Savemore supermarket and a Baptist Church. After Scamps, the venue later became known as Oddessy nightclub and Dingwalls.

The building was destroyed by a major fire in January 1984, which required over 60 firefighters to control and ultimately led to the building’s demolition. 

I have no evidence but it is believed that the Babtist Church may have been built on unconsecrated burial ground. The facts are that up until this incident nobody had spent the night in the building before, or if they had, nothing was reported. We experienced multiple poltergiest activity on that evening which was destructive and very frightening, and has certainly stayed with me for fifty-three years. Now knowing how the building met its demise, I cannot help wondering how the great fire of 1984 started. Was it due to supernatural causes and blamed on something else? Perhaps, there is still some research to do. I do wonder if there is still anyone left who can remember having a supernatural experience in Scamps or one of its other incarnations before the fire. Now of course as a car-park it may not draw such attention, or has it?