A story about Borley dating back to the war, when the house was
empty, but still standing:
My father was walking back to where he was stationed after visiting his
grandparents at Witham. As it came on to rain somewhat heavily, he
decided to take shelter and entered the gates of a derelict looking
property. THe house was open, but had such an atmosphere, he just
sheltered on the porch. Still feeling extremely uncomfortable, opted to
brave the storm rather than stay any longer near the house. Just as he
was leaving, a number of tiles off the roof crashed to the ground,
landing just where had previously been standing. As he rapidly moved
off, he caught the sight of a person at one of the upper windows. The
name of the property was - Borley Rectory.
Some years later, as a family we revisited the site. The house had been
demolished and a small estate of houses stood on the site. Parking in
what was once the entrance to the driveway, my father retold his tale.
When we came to leave, our car - a fairly new model - wouldn't start
until it was pushed 10 yards back onto the main highway.
Jackie Grebby
BTW check out my son's website: www.grebby.demon.co.uk - he's given me a page about Pluckley- The Most Haunted Village in England