Most haunted place in England – Shrewsbury in Shropshire

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The medieval town of Shrewsbury in Shropshire is famous for its black and white timbered buildings, walkable Old Town and scenic setting on the Severn River, but beware – it might be the most haunted place in England. It’s also one of my favourite towns. Follow my ghostly adventure for a great tour of the town and its top attractions.

Waking up in a Haunted Shrewsbury Hotel

Sprawled on my carved wood bed in the historic Prince Rupert Hotel on Butcher Row, I opened one eye to see if a headless body had appeared. Nothing so far, but it was still early. Medieval Shrewsbury may look like a postcard, with its half-timbered houses and narrow lanes, but it may well be the most haunted place in England. And this may be its most haunted hotel – although there are plenty of others that will give it a run for its money.

With origins that go back to 1150, this atmospheric 4-star hotel was once home to Prince Rupert, the son of the King of Bohemia and the grandson of King James I. I’m not sure when he had time to stay here, however.

Between a three-year stint as a prisoner of war in Austria during the Thirty Years War, becoming a celebrated Royalist commander in the English Civil War, getting banished from England and becoming what some might call a pirate in the Azores and the West Indies, he was busy indeed. 

Interestingly enough, he also became the governor of the Hudson’s Bay Company in 1670, so clearly his reputation had cleaned up well.

The ghosts of the Prince Rupert Hotel

With all that history, you may think Rupert would be the one to haunt the Prince Rupert Hotel, but I guess he has plenty of other places to be. Or maybe there’s no room for him in the hotel, with all the other ghosts vying for attention.

First there’s the man wearing a nightshirt in the hallway, who vanished in front of the director of photography for A Christmas Carol. (And if anyone should be able to tell the difference between a real ghostly spirit and a fake one, it should be a director of photography.) 

Then, at the entrance to the hotel’s Chambers Restaurant, a hotel guest once saw a sleeping soldier floating in mid-air.

I learned this from the elderly bellman as we passed under a flickering light in a corridor, headed up some creaking stairs, and entered the Prince Rupert Suite, where I was lucky enough to be staying for the night.

When I asked the bellman if there were any ghosts in my suite he said there weren’t, but that Monica Lewinsky of had-an-affair-with-Bill-Clinton-when-he-was-President-of-the-United-States fame had slept here. 

Monica Lewinsky slept here. So did I.

The haunted legacy

“The hotel rooms that are haunted are six and seven,” he whispered confidentially. In one of them, a jilted bride hung herself. In the other, a young man committed suicide when his fiancée ran off with his friend.

Fascinated by all these ghostly visitors, I asked my tour guide about it later that afternoon when I was on a Shrewsbury town tour. She nodded as if she’d heard it before. “Someone should introduce those two,” she said.

It may be pretty, but dark secrets lie within!

Shrewsbury, the most haunted place in England?

I soon discovered this Shropshire town, 140 miles northwest of London and 71 miles south of Liverpool, is dripping with haunted sites such as Shrewsbury Library, which was the former site of Shrewsbury School where Charles Darwin attended, and Shrewsbury Castle, where a violent bluebeard type ruled the roost. Even the 19th-century railway station is haunted, stalked by a ghost who was crushed to death when the roof caved in on him.

(Haunted or not, the Shrewsbury Railway Station is also very convenient if you’re travelling on to Wales, which is only a few kilometres north.)

Why is Shrewsbury the most haunted town in England?

According to a booklet I’d read, The Ghosts that Haunt Shrewsbury, this is because the Devil hates Shropshire more than any other county in England, and Shrewsbury is the major town in Shropshire.

Castle Street – Photo credit VisitBritain

Devil’s claws

“If you look closely,” the guide tole me, “you can see the Devil’s claw marks climbing up the spire of the 1100 year old St Alkmund Church. He quite often whips up there to see if anyone is sitting in his chair over at the Stiperstones, a rocky hill 24 km from town. Bit of an insecure devil,” she added.

I just wondered why he settled for St Alkmund’s when nearby St Mary’s Church has one of the highest spires in England.

Golden Cross

The eerie Golden Cross Inn

After the tour, I set off to visit the pub at the Golden Cross Inn, a quirky Shrewsbury hotel with plenty of character and a mysterious tunnel that dates back centuries, said to have allowed monks to pop in for a beer from nearby St Chad’s. Unfortunately the passageway has now been sealed off, but there is still plenty of history to explore. Dating back to 1428, the Golden Cross is one of the oldest inns in England.

With its low ceilings, timber beams and white-washed walls, it still looks ripe for a haunting. The owner, however, scoffed at any mention of ghosts – though he did admit a hotel guest saw a monk standing at the foot of her bed.

“If you want to see something, you will,” he said.

Spooky!

The Possessed Plate at the Golden Cross Inn

Still denying the existence of spirits, he showed me the upper floor dining room and told me that one night while he was alone, a Queen Mother plate suddenly shot across the floor. Questioning the staff the next day, he learned that someone had just polished the cabinet that holds the plate.

“And that’s why the plate shot off the cabinet!” he said. “It was the vibrations of my footsteps combined with the slope of the floor.”

“But,” I said, “you just showed me how the plate rolled lengthwise across the room, but the floor slopes widthwise. Shouldn’t it have rolled downhill?”

Cue spooky music

Shrewsbury Abbey

He had no answer for this, and I was still mulling it over as I made my way across the Severn River that loops around Shrewsbury like a noose. My destination was the impressive Shrewsbury Abbey founded in 1083. It was nearly destroyed during Henry VIII’s Dissolution of the Monasteries, and has every right to be plagued by tortured spirits, but it isn’t.

The cream coloured Dun Cow Pub across the street is.

Abbey across the Severn

Ghosts at the Dun Cow Pub

No one at the Dun Cow denied the presence of ghosts. “Too many things have happened here,” said the barmaid.

A pub regular explained that it’s a military ghost who haunts the Dun Cow, a Dutch cavalier who stabbed an Englishman to death and was hung in the stables outside. As well as knocking glasses off counters and blowing out light bulbs, he’s been sighted in full uniform walking towards a long-gone staircase.

The Dun Cow Pub

The Ghost of the Lady in Grey at the Lion Hotel

My quest for hauntings wasn’t done yet. Keeping an eye out for ghostly cavaliers wafting about the streets, I walked through the twilight to an old coaching inn, the Lion Hotel on Wyle Cop. This 59-room coaching inn and hotel in Shrewsbury dates back to the 16th century and is another popular place to stay. In fact, Charles Dickens once stayed here and so did Madame Tussaud.

The comfy lounges were filled with people chatting, but I aimed for the rear of the building where the ghost of an elderly woman in grey has been seen lingering between the powder room and the stairs to the hotel’s Adam Ballroom – as if she’s waiting for someone, people say.

A scare when you’re bare

I snuck up the stairs to try to get a peek at the ballroom. The locked door gave an inch, but the wind started to scream like a banshee. Spooked, I scampered down the stairs and ducked into the loo. At a very vulnerable moment I realized I was sitting in what could be a haunted toilet stall. The air seemed to take on an eerie stillness and I hopped up and out as fast as I could.

Is this tub haunted?

Walking down Butcher Row

My quest for the finding the ghosts of Shrewsbury had started out as a lark, but now it was starting to affect me. Unable to shake a feeling of unease, I walked through the misty night along Butcher Row back to the Prince Rupert Hotel, relieved to make it back unscathed. After a steamy bath in the enormous claw-footed tub in my room, I checked behind the curtains to confirm no ghostly intruders were lying in wait.

I fell asleep, only to wake up with a start, sure someone was in the room. Someone elderly and grey and who looked suspiciously like Madame Tussaud! All this prying into the paranormal must have seeped into my dreams, because when I turned on the lights there was nobody there. Only my chills remained.

Oh, why had I ever gone ghost hunting, I asked myself, looking around fearfully? It’s all fun and games until the elderly woman in grey decides it’s you she’s been waiting for all along.

In desperation I thought of Monica Lewinsky. She might not be anyone’s everyone’s idea of a role model, but she’d slept in this room and that gave me courage – if anyone has been haunted by the past and survived, it’s Monica, the notorious intern in blue.