The Haunting of Covent Garden Station

I honestly find it sad that people immediately freak out or panic when they see a ghost, I’m certain my house, a 112 year old homestead in Kentucky that was owned and built by one woman and her family, whose descendants still run a business not too far down the street from my house is inhabited by her, we know her name even! Alice Montgomery and affectionately call her Miss Alice, we hear voices, smell rose perfume and see figures pass by the door from time to time but we’ve never been scared, Miss Alice hasn’t done something to warrant that, she just does something to say hi from time to time. I remember visiting her and her immediate family at the local cemetery to say hi and thank her for the beautiful house

It would be nice to think that the reason no one has seen William for the past many years is because maybe he has passed on to the other side and is no longer In limbo.

Only just found this channel and it’s top work. Well done.

I had an unusual experience on a late night train about 15 years ago. Got on at Hampstead tube and took a seat on the side seats (the long row where you face other passengers). The carriage was nearly empty. I sat there thinking about an interesting talk I had listened to at Keats House when I felt a pair of hands from behind me being placed on either side of my shoulders. I didnt react at first but thought someone was playing a prank on me and turned my head to find out what was going on. It then dawned on me that the only thing behind me was the window and there was no way anyone could do that except by putting their hands through the glass of a moving train. I remained in my seat with the two hands on my shoulders until my stop arrived and I got off and the sensation passed off. I have to say, I felt no threat, more of a reassuring feeling but it was a definate feeling of being touched. I hadnt had any alchohol and was'nt tired or thinking of anything gloomy. To me it felt very real.

I worked on the Jubilee Line Extension back in the 1990's at London Bridge Underground station. There is an old disused tunnel, built in Victorian times and inaccessible to the public, which is haunted by the ghost of a worker who died when his steam-driven power drill seized up and spun round, killing him. I've walked through that dark tunnel and it's a very spooky place.

Covent Garden has changed beyond recognition since the 1970s. As the name suggests, it was a wholesale fruit, vegetable and flower market frequented by stall holders and their customers, and surrounded by some homespun pubs. It was a very much a working place. Previously it had comprised the farmed lands of Westminster Abbey and its convent ("The Convent Garden"). Now Covent Garden is a tourist and media hub with a 24 hr existence. The last sightings coincide with the old Covent Garden.

Now, THAT is first-rate storytelling.  Wonderful job!  Right down to the beautiful music in the background.  Very atmospheric.  I love the old photographs.

I was working at the Euston Station a couple of years ago on the HS2 project, there they found hundreds of skeletons and caskets from an old plague pit long forgotten, it's stirred up a creppy feeling, watching wheelbarrows full of human bones and skips full of coffins.

I worked as an engineer on the underground. I saw and heard some VERY terrifying things down there. All those who laugh at this ........may you get the chance to meet a ghost face to face as we did, THEN say they dont exist! The ‘loop’ at Kennington is one scary place as no passengers are allowed on the trains as they turn round but still you came across ‘people’ in the carriages at times. But when you walked down the train to tell them they cannot be on the train.........they are GONE. 🤔😳

I took the stairs once at Covent Garden and that's where I had my first asthma attack. I was very nearly one of the ghosts of Covent Garden

I used to work at Covent Garden station and saw the ghost on the platform in 1999.

That is such a sad story.He tried to help his friend and ended up being stabbed to death by him.

I hope William has finally found his peace in the afterlife. To be fair to his spirit.... Looking at modern London, compared to what it was just 30 years ago, is certainly enough to scare anyone away now.

Well done, no robotic voice, music pleasant and unobtrusive.

That poor man he seemed a kind soul and I am sure he felt he had so much more to give so he goes back now and again to be in the theatre he loved so much, may he rest in peace now.

This was an exceptionally well told ghost story.

I've got that book Haunted Underground. I picked it up from the London dungeons of all places. It's a very good book. Some of the stories in it are creepy. I'm enjoying your videos.

The dead don't care. It's the living that we should be really really scared of.

"We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell."----Oscar Wilde.

I remember a couple of stories from a few years ago when I was at Thorney Island, near Portsmouth. There is a church at the far end of the island (I think it is a 12th Century Norman Church) which a colleague and I went up to look around. When inside we could hear voices from outside, which sounded like 2 men having a conversation. When we went outside and around the side of the church where the voices were there wasn't anybody there. To me, I think there was just enough time for them to walk off down the path and around the corner before we got there, but they'd have to have been walking very quicky. My colleague on the other hand was convinced there wasn't. What stuck with me however, was what he asked me a few days later - "Did you notice that those voices we heard, you could clearly make out it was 2 men having a conversation, but you couldn't make out any words, despite them being literally the other side of the open window?" I told him I was glad he mentioned it as I thought the same but didn't like to say anything in case he thought I was being stupid! A couple of years later, just before I moved away from the area, another friend of mine and I went up there, this time at night, to see if we could pick up any activity. As I walked up the path through the small graveyard towards the church door I felt an emormous surge of adrenaline and the hairs were standing up all over my arms and neck. When we got inside we left the door ajar (we tried closing it just to make sure it couldn't be mistaken for something natural if something happened) and when we asked if anybody was there, the door (bearing in mind it's a very heavy oak door) slammed shut with an almighty bang that made us jump at least 10ft! We went outside to see if it was somebody playing a prank, but there was nobody there, and it couldn't have been the wind as it was a very still night. Plus if it was windy, the door would have been blown open, and not shut. To this day we are convinced the adrenaline I felt going in was some sort of spiritual energy, and that a spirit had slammed that door. Sadly, we were never able to get the spirit to do it again.