Ghostie Hound: Its long but will scare the shite outa you.When i was a kid, my friend Stu's dad used to own a pub in the East End called the Wailing Hound, the pub was so called due to an incident when it was very first built, thus:
The first owners had a large Great Dane called 'Bongo'. Behind the bar there was a stone trapdoor leading to the celler, that in that day of crap technology (and Ideas) was propped up with just a stick. Anyway, legend had it that Bongo trotted passed the trapdoor and knocked the stick with his hind leg causing the stone to crash down onto his tail. The tail came completley off and Bongo died a few days later from an infection of the wound. In the years to follow many people thought they heard the wailing of Bongo's spirit, hence the current name of the pub 'The Wailing Hound'.
Now, Back in the 80's I was staying in the pub with my mate Stu and his old man one Night, when at around 01:00 was awoken by the most terrifying noise I have ever heard, a shrill wail of a dog in agony comming from the bar downstairs.
I jumped out of bed, as did Stu who was in the same room, we were shitting ourselves. Stu's old man come in the room and told us to follow him. We all creeped down the stairs and peeked into the bar area, where, i shit you not, there was the ghost of 'Bongo' wailing his fucking head off chasing a non existant tail round and round in circles.
By this time Stu had pissed his pants and shakily asked his old man what he thought we should do, 'Fuck all we can do lad' he replied, 'against the law to re-tail spirits after hours'
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The first owners had a large Great Dane called 'Bongo'. Behind the bar there was a stone trapdoor leading to the celler, that in that day of crap technology (and Ideas) was propped up with just a stick. Anyway, legend had it that Bongo trotted passed the trapdoor and knocked the stick with his hind leg causing the stone to crash down onto his tail. The tail came completley off and Bongo died a few days later from an infection of the wound. In the years to follow many people thought they heard the wailing of Bongo's spirit, hence the current name of the pub 'The Wailing Hound'.
Now, Back in the 80's I was staying in the pub with my mate Stu and his old man one Night, when at around 01:00 was awoken by the most terrifying noise I have ever heard, a shrill wail of a dog in agony comming from the bar downstairs.
I jumped out of bed, as did Stu who was in the same room, we were shitting ourselves. Stu's old man come in the room and told us to follow him. We all creeped down the stairs and peeked into the bar area, where, i shit you not, there was the ghost of 'Bongo' wailing his fucking head off chasing a non existant tail round and round in circles.
By this time Stu had pissed his pants and shakily asked his old man what he thought we should do, 'Fuck all we can do lad' he replied, 'against the law to re-tail spirits after hours'
