Blackpool Pleasure Beach Ghosts
Blackpool is the UK’s most popular seaside resort. For years, thousands of holidaymakers from all the British Isles and the world have flocked to the Lancashire town to take in its many attractions, from its famous Golden Mile and its illuminations to its wonderful sandy beach.
But aside from its famous tourist attractions, Blackpool also has the odd resident ghost or two.
The most notable one that has been reported is the phantom that is said to haunt the Ghost Train at Blackpool Pleasure Beach. The ghost goes by the name of “Cloggy”, so called because he is the spirit of a ride operator who used to wear clogs. Witnesses claimed to have heard Cloggy walking around inside the Ghost Train, the sound of his clogs clattering on the tracks making an eerie, spine-chilling sound. Many of the staff there have reported hearing these strange footsteps.
Cloggy died about 20 years ago, but his is not the only spirit that haunts Blackpool’s attractions. His friends include a possible female ghost in the Arena. There are also spectres in the Star Pub and Sir Hiram Maxim’s Gift Shop.
Staff working late at night, walking across to the tractor bay, have felt really cold, chilled to the bone and an “awful” presence. At the Star Pub there have been sightings of shadows and a male figure in the cellar, living accommodation and Morgan and Griffin Bars. He is said to bear a resemblance to Karl Marx. Five years ago two workmen claim to have spotted him.
Four years ago, a figure was seen at 3am walking through the bar before disappearing.
The ghost of a small female child, aged about nine, is said to have been seen at Sir Hiram Maxim’s Gift Shop. Sir Hiram Maxim’s Flying Machines is the oldest ride at the park, built in 1904. And about three years ago an item moved itself overnight to a completely different spot.
You might think that all these spooky happenings would frighten the punters off. On the contrary, they’re still flocking to the Pleasure Beach where the ghosts are seen as part of its rich history.
by Alan Toner