The Halloween Ghost of Dudley Castle: A Haunting Black Country Legend
A castle, a cat and a lonely ghost…
The Black Country is a region of the West Midlands once famous for its mines, furnaces and factories. It earned a reputation for being ‘black by day and red by night’: smoke and soot darkened the daytime sky, while the fires of industry lit the landscape after sunset.
Dudley Castle stands above it all. An impressive and romantic ruin, it lost much of its defensive strength when its fortifications were deliberately damaged by parliamentarian forces after the English Civil War. The residential part of the castle was later destroyed by fire in the eighteenth century.
Even so, the castle may still have a few residents, though they are rather…insubstantial. I speak, of course, of ghosts.
The most famous of these is the Grey Lady, commonly identified as Dorothy Beaumont. Legend says that Dorothy died after losing her baby. She is said to wander near the chapel and keep because her wish to be buried beside her child was never fulfilled.
Other visitors have reported seeing the figure of a monk staring from a castle window. Who he might be, and why he keeps his lonely vigil, remains a mystery. There are also tales of a phantom drummer boy and a cavalier stalking the ruins.
But the shade that interests us today, my spooky friends, is one said to appear on 31 October: Halloween.
Local legend tells of an old woman who lived among the castle ruins with her black cat. The stories disagree about how she died, but place her death on All Hallows’ Eve.
In one version, weary of her lot, she gathered up her little cat and climbed the steep stone steps to the top of the keep. Imagine the shock of anyone who looked up and saw her standing on its edge, still clutching her beloved companion, then imagine the onlookers horror as she leapt to her death.
There is, however, a darker version of the tale. Some people believed the old woman to be a witch and her cat to be her familiar. One Halloween, a group of young Dudley lads—perhaps emboldened by a few pints, for black countrymen were a hard working lot, and enjoyed a relaxing pint at the end of the day—went up to the castle, determined to deal with someone they saw as a supernatural menace. They put a rope around her neck and threw her and the cat from the keep to their deaths
Whether either account has any basis in truth, the legend says her ghost returns to the castle each Halloween.
One story tells of two police officers called to investigate a possible intruder on the keep on Halloween night. They split up: one remained below while the other climbed the stone steps. From the ground, the first officer could see his colleague’s torch moving along the top of the keep. He could also make out a smaller figure following close behind.
He waited for his colleague to come down, expecting him to bring the intruder with him. But the officer returned alone. He said he had searched the keep and seen nobody there.
So who—or what—had been following him along the castle wall?
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Sources
Wikipedia
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