We had finished the event at Guys Cliffe House and as the last of the guests departed we were faced with the customary clean up. Before this task we had decided to take a coffee which was going to do little to keep any of us up any longer when at last we reached our beds, we had seen through the night now and were all ready for some sleep. So we headed down the set of steps into the under croft of the chapel at Guys Cliffe where our refreshments were. As is usual we then gathered back at the top of the stairs and began talking about how the evening had gone.

From this position the rear of the courtyard is visible and we continued our chatting. Out of the corner of this authors’ eye I spied a figure walking alongside the low cliff of the courtyard towards the coach house. I barely took much notice of this figure with its slumped shoulders and dreary style of walking. We were admittedly all a bit fuzzy at this time of the morning, who isn’t after a long evening? Even though this figure best resembled Ian of our staff I casually enquired as to who this was. The consensus was that it was Ian so I said ‘where’s he going?’ as I though he’d join us. It was assumed that he was going to check the coach house before our locking of this area. Of course our attention, albeit not fully was now on this figure. In dawns light and from the angle the figure was at we could not see the face and within a few steps we were soon looking at the back of this person who we thought was Ian. Something wasn’t ringing right to me but I failed to pick up on this and in our account of this several others thought likewise. On reflection the hair of this figure was different to that of Ian’s but more so the clothes. This man wore dark navy trousers and a jacket to match but not a smart jacket more like a loose work jacket. I automatically assumed that Ian had put on another jacket besides that of his black Paranormal Nights fleece.

Guy of our team then preceded up into the coach house to help Ian. Being that the coach house is barely a stones throw away Guy suddenly came back to us with a perplexed and slightly shocked view on his face. He asked where Ian was to which we returned a baffled gaze his way. Why? We asked. Guy then said that the coach house was completely empty, then it hit us! We suddenly realized what had made us subconsciously question this figure in the first place and our jaws dropped!

What we had seen was something that was as solid as you and me and it had caught us completely off-guard! Naturally we had switched off from our ghost hunting mode to go into clearing up after the event had finished and in doing so we missed giving our undivided attention to this entity. An entity that seems to have walked casually by a group of people in the very trade designed to gather evidence of such things when not one of them had a camera, camcorder or any other means of recording at hand to capture this sublime moment!

We believe this ghost was like so many simply going through the motions and perhaps its heavy walk to the coach house was just one of so many it had made in life, perhaps at this early hour heading in to start another days work. The incident has made us aware of how easy it is to become comfortable even at a haunted location and reminds us to watch out for something even after the intense hunting has passed