In the final months of 1938 there emerged reports of young woman <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Acting strangely at the northern end of the platform <\/p>\n\n\n\n
At Lannocks End railway station in Hertfordshire <\/p>\n\n\n\n
She was frequently noted as being distressed <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And appeared to be casting unknown objects on to the line <\/p>\n\n\n\n
There were numerous sightings which aroused the interest <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Of George Gordon Palmer the famous ghost hunter <\/p>\n\n\n\n
He interviewed some of the members of the station staff <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Who had claimed to have seen the woman <\/p>\n\n\n\n
However their descriptions varied so much as to cause doubts<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And as there had been no more sightings Palmer soon returned home <\/p>\n\n\n\n
He by his own admission quickly forgot about Lannocks End<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That was until the winter of 1961 when a mummified hand <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Was found when the platform was being resurfaced <\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was later identified as being from a woman of about thirty years <\/p>\n\n\n\n
At the time of the gruesome discovery the immediate area <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Was searched for other remains but none were found <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Although by now retired George Gordon Palmer again took an interest <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And took rooms nearby so he might investigate further <\/p>\n\n\n\n
He would sit at the end of the platform where the sightings had occurred <\/p>\n\n\n\n
But as with his previous visit he neither saw or heard anything unusual<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That was until the final day of November when he witnessed <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Something that shook him to his core and made his name<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He had as normal been sitting on the platform between eight and ten <\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was a bitter night and was snowing heavily which hindered visibility <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Palmer who was beginning to become quite chilled was packing his equipment away <\/p>\n\n\n\n
When he realised that he was not alone <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I will let his diary take up the story from here as it is more detailed than my sparse account <\/p>\n\n\n\n
At about half past nine just after the London train had left I decided to call it a day as I was fearfully cold <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I was just closing my bag when I became aware that someone was nearby<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This did not alarm me as even at this late hour I would be asked questions about my purpose <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I turned around and to my alarm and encountered a woman who was at least eight feet tall <\/p>\n\n\n\n
She was facing the track and as previously reported appeared to be littering the line <\/p>\n\n\n\n
At first I did nothing as I was amazed by the height of the woman which far exceeded my knowledge <\/p>\n\n\n\n
She then turned to face me and to my horror I saw that she had no eyes <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Only her empty sockets stared at me without sight <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I further noted what appeared to be tears flowing from the blind cavities <\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the distance the Night Mail had sounded its whistle and through the blizzard I could clearly see its white light <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The woman did nothing until the Night Mail was upon the platform <\/p>\n\n\n\n
She then jumped under its screaming wheels <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The crew of the train had obviously seen little as there was no application of brakes as it passed through the station <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I have to admit that I had shielded my eyes but when I lowered my hands there was nothing to be seen <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The snow of the platform was untouched and there were no traces of any impact or footprints apart from my own <\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was as if she had never existed <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I considered that my imagination had fooled me or that I was hallucinating but discounted both as I was so very cold <\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was then that I saw a movement in the snow between the lines and to my absolute disgust I saw that human eyes was staring at me <\/p>\n\n\n\n
At first there was only one but within seconds I had counted twelve moving around like ants in a nest<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As the church clock struck ten the Manchester train roared into the station which distracted me <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Maybe as I wanted to experience the ordinary I watched it pass <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And then I saw something so awful that I was instantly sick <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The giant woman was pressed up against a window in the sixth carriage and was emitting a savage scream <\/p>\n\n\n\n
There was a look of absolute horror on her face as she had been torn open with her internal organs exposed <\/p>\n\n\n\n
In all my years as a ghost hunter I had never witnessed anything so vile <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I found myself on my knees <\/p>\n\n\n\n
As almost in prayer <\/p>\n\n\n\n
In time I composed myself and left the platform as I felt that I had witnessed a great evil <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I felt that I had witnessed Satan himself <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Over a week passed before I could work up the courage to return to the station<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I did so during daylight hours but found nothing <\/p>\n\n\n\n
There was nothing that indicated a collision had taken place <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nor was there a nest of eyes between the lines <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I left the area later that day and soon started to investigate the history of Lannocks End<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There were no reports of giants in the area or incidents at the railway station save for the 1938 reports <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I drew a total blank although I did write what turned out to be a best selling account of my experiences <\/p>\n\n\n\n
This I regretted straight away as I soon began to notice a giant figure moving around my garden orchard when the light was lost <\/p>\n\n\n\n
My haunting has since lost its pace <\/p>\n\n\n\n
But I am sure it will return <\/p>\n\n\n\n
As I never feel totally alone <\/p>\n\n\n\n
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