Ghosts of the undergound

 

If you return to a place where you saw a ghost, would you see it again?

That’s the question I asked myself yesterday when  I just happened to be in London, travelling on the underground on the Northern Line through Kings Cross.

Where I saw my ghost and where I returned to yesterday is also the site of the Kings Cross Fire that happened just over twenty years ago where tragically 31 people lost their lives. Here’s a link to a report on the causes of the fire.

I wasn’t expecting to feel anything, after all it was the middle of the day on a Sunday and there were hundreds if not thousands of Christmas shoppers milling about on the platforms and going up / down the escalators at the Piccadilly Line end of the tunnel.

The tunnel connecting the Piccadilly Line to the Southbound platform of the Northern Line is the exact spot where I saw my first ever and only ghost and this is where I’ve been my most terrified in my life ever.

Site of the Kings Cross Fire in 1987

 I haven’t been on this stretch of the underground for a few years. As they’ve been doing some major renovation work at Kings Cross, I didn’t even know if the tunnel would still even be there. In fact the only reason I was there in the first place was because of engineering works on the Circle Line meant I had to re-configure my journey.

So being a diligent horror movie maker and probably just curious more than anything, I decided to get off the tube and retrace the journey where / when I experienced my haunting and as I had my little camera with me, take a few snaps (I was thinking of this blog!!)

Site of my haunting

 

Sure enough the tunnel was there but it was longer and more decrepit than I remembered. It was also absolutely deserted. Eerily so. In fact only one other person used the tunnel the whole time I was there.

As soon as I stepped into the tunnel, the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end and my heart started racing.

After a couple of minutes, I started feeling physically sick and I felt this really strong desire to get out of there. I didn’t see anything, but it was just this really oppressive feeling – that there was something else there. I know there are security cameras in there, but I really felt watched…(in horror-movie mode,) but was I being watched by the living or by the dead…

Here’s what it looked and felt like yesterday in the tunnel…

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=bReDdaWomeo

Maybe it was all in my head and actually, it was just a dim, grim tunnel and I was projecting all my own fears and anxieties onto an otherwise benign space.

However, yesterday’s little stop-off did confirm my conviction that this is quite possibly the most haunted place in London.

Unless someone else has another suggestion for me to check out…

 

 

~ by femalehorrordirector on December 15, 2008.