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Haworth, in the picturesque Brontë country of West Yorkshire, is a hive of children’s minds. ADAM SARGANT, from Haunted Haworth, looks at the sad stories behind these tragic hauntings
In the heart of West Yorkshire, England, lies the picturesque village of Haworth, known for its cobbled streets, charming architecture and association with the literary Brontë family.
But beyond its romantic façade, Haworth harbors a chilling secret that has captivated locals and visitors alike for generations: the tales of child ghosts said to haunt the village.
Historical Origins of Haworth’s Child Ghosts
The origin of these ghostly apparitions is deeply rooted in history. Haworth’s history is intertwined with the Industrial Revolution, which brought with it major socio-economic inequalities and difficult living conditions.
Child labor was widespread during this period, with young children having to toil in the textile factories under harsh conditions. It is believed that some of these unfortunate souls met an untimely and tragic end, leading to the continued presence of their ghosts.
Medical science was still in its infancy and treatment often had unforeseen circumstances. One such sad case involved John William Place, who at the age of eleven complained to his father of stomach pain.
After being prescribed a powder, a concoction for the treatment of worms, he went to bed. Shortly afterwards he cried out for his father and begged him to rub his limbs.
The boy was stiff and complained of tingling, and then he had cramps. A doctor had been called and described to the inquest how the boy’s back was arched and that he was almost bent double, resting on his head and heels. The young boy died in great pain.
One can only imagine that the poor boy entered the afterlife both terrified and confused.
Furthermore, every resident of Haworth was at risk of death from disease. Men, women and children, rich and poor people, all lived with the daily presence of diseases such as cholera. During the time the Brontës lived here, for every ten children who survived childbirth, four died before they were six years old!
By considering these historical threads, we begin to unravel not only the actual coexistence with mortality that every resident of Haworth embraces, but also the increased frequency of paranormal encounters that both locals and visitors have shared.
Muffled whispers and playful giggles
One woman has spoken about living in a self-contained flat above what was then The Weaver’s Restaurant, from 2001 to 2007. When she and her husband moved in, she reports that the man was a complete skeptic. Her husband was the chef at the restaurant, and when he returned home after a shift, he says he witnessed a young child jumping up and down on the bed past the bedroom door.
He says she was about seven or eight, with long brown hair and dressed in a Victorian-style nightgown. The couple heard the muffled whispers and giggles of children playing coming from the corner of the room.
It seems that the restaurant’s ghost children had a habit of being mischievous. Items were moved from the kitchen and found elsewhere in the flat. In the kitchen there was a container with a folding lid that opened and closed by itself. The woman described how, after putting their children to sleep, she was said to be relaxing in the living room when she heard a child’s voice, “Mama!” heard shouting. But when she went to the nursery to investigate, all the children were fast asleep.
A playful presence
Another mischievous spirit is said to occupy the Fleece Inn on Main Street. The landlady there can tell of poltergeist activity, bottles and glasses flying off the shelves, light bulbs flickering on and off (while others on the circuit remain untouched). She assures me that the mind is playful, believing it to be that of a young boy, and that these manifestations cease when he is commanded to behave decisively!
The Old Hall Inn, a pub at the foot of Main Street, is the source of stories about a young girl in a yellow crinoline dress who was said to be seen on the stairs. On one occasion she is said to have befriended the young daughter of a number of guests staying in the accommodation above the pub.
When the parents asked the landlords if the young girl their child had been talking about and befriending was their daughter, they were shocked to discover that there was no young girl, who was not one of the landlords and not in a otherwise stayed in the pub.
Members of the local social club, Parkside, recently claimed to have seen a girl, aged about five or six, wearing a coat and hat. Others working alone in the building heard footsteps upstairs, sounding like a child running. While earlier descriptions of the young girl suggested a Victorian origin, later suggestions include the idea that it could be the apparition of a young girl who arrived as an evacuee in the 1940s.
In the midst of this village, steeped in history and Brontë mysticism, lies such a haunting tapestry that weaves together the echoes of a haunted past. These stories of children’s ghosts, their lives intertwined with the unforgiving shadows of history, have left an indelible mark on this picturesque landscape. These ghostly whispers are the remnants of a time when innocence was cut short by the cruel hands of industry and disease.
The presence of these ethereal visitors, mischievous and mournful, serves as a poignant reminder of the village’s complex past. While the cobbled streets and charming architecture continue to draw visitors, it is a testament to the power of history that even beyond the grave the stories of Haworth’s young residents endure, a haunting testament to the fragility of life and the resilience of the memory.
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ADAM SARGANT is a storyteller and student of folklore who organizes the Haunted Haworth ghost tours (https://hauntedhaworth.co.uk). Given the chance, he will happily bore you for hours about the relationship between ghost stories and social history. He has been a descendant* since 2000 and lives in Haworth with his wife, without whom nothing would be possible, and a small but wise cockapoo named Bear. You can chase him on most social media under @hauntedhaworth *Offcmden is a Yorkshire dialect word for a source of income)
