I don’t believe in ghosts, unless it’s dark or I’m on my own in the house, but I thought this creepy tale deserved a retelling. A friend of a friend told me his mum owned a restaurant/hotel in a converted windmill somewhere in Yorkshire, which was widely held to be haunted. Skeptical but intrigued I asked if he knew of any paranormal sightings or incidents, and he told me this story.

“The chef came in one day from the kitchen, white as a sheet, and said ‘I can’t explain what I’ve just seen’…

and he couldn’t.”