The Old Dolphin
Event Date: 07/06/14
Clayton is an ancient settlement. In the doomsday book 1086 It is written down as Claitone meaning clay-soil. Between 1160-1316 Clayton belonged to a chap called Hugh Stapleton. Then it went through several Local Families of the time. That is until the Bollings of Bolling Hall, Bradford it was in the family for 300 years.
A lot of Well- to- do families bought and sold Clayton many times.
Until 1894, when a District council was formed.
The old Dolphin is one of the oldest buildings in this area. Parliamentary troops were definitely there in 1651. In 1790 the building was rebuilt to its present day form and it also had modifications done in the 20th century the name is thought by some to have been given to it by fish traders, who stopped there en-route from Leeds to Halifax, but another idea is that it originated from Dolphin, son of Gospatric, the Danish Lord of the manor of Bingley, who owned all the land in the area.
The areas we had on offer for the evening were in three parts. There was flat above the pub which consisted of:
- Living room
- Spare bedroom
- And a few other little rooms
And the pub itself:
- The pub area itself and restaurant area
- The cellar
We started the evening at 9pm up in the flat until the pub itself closed and then we headed down stairs. Most people were unsure what was going to happen and looked a bit nervous.
So we started the introduction, history and talking about the equipment.
The guests were spilt into two teams so that everyone had the chance to have a go at everything.
They all successfully did every activity. Unusual for a night like ours, the guests got a lot of messages from family members, which I think helped them through the night.
We had a séance in the Attic where a male spirit roams. He doesn’t like people in his space and was beginning to show by leaving the lights on the K2’s permanently on. He was also touching people and making himself known to us.
In the hallway of the flat was a little girl called Jessica. Wearing Victorian clothing and had beautiful ringlets in her hair, she like to move things and you can hear her at night riding what sounds like a tricycle up and down the hall.
Down in the pub itself a few women were doing Table Tipping. They got in contact with a dominant male who said that he had done bad things in the past. He spoke of committing murder. The victims were his wife and possibly children, because his wife was a lady of “entertainment” in the bar.
After speaking for a while with this spirit he pointed out that the bodies of his victims were still in the cellar. This male was very sad with what he had done and we were able to cross the male, his wife and children over to the other side.