In November 1949 the Birmingham magazine “HOME NEWS” printed a report of a ghost hunt at Tamworth Castle, here we have reproduced the Editors introduction to the full story: -

FROM THE DESK by the Editor - Mr. T. J. Driscoll

SPOOKS are back in the picture again this month. Very literally. For on this page you will see a picture taken on the haunted stairway of Tamworth Castle. This is a picture, which is bound to cause a lot of controversy. It was taken under certain conditions laid down by Mr. J. W. Horwood, one of the partners in the firm of B. W. Investigations, 15, Edgbaston Road, Moseley. Mr. Horwood has spent over twenty years investigating what he calls "phoney ghost stories," and when he heard about the ghost­ hunting activities of Home News he issued a challenge of £100 if this magazine could produce for him evidence that would convince him that ghosts do exist. 

It was rather an unusual challenge, but Home News accepted it, and it was agreed that Mr. Horwood and his colleague, Mr. A. J. Bennett, would accompany, our contributor John Boland, a photographer and myself on all ghost-hunting expeditions organised by this magazine. 

Our first trip together was to the centuries old ballroom of Wootton Hall, Wootton Wawen. Mr. Horwood and Mr. Bennett took all precautions they felt necessary. We spent several hours in the ballroom but the vigil was in vain.

Some days later, permission was obtained from Miss M. J. Bygott, Tamworth librarian and curator of the castle museum, to spend a night at the castle in the hope of catching the elusive ghost of a nun who is said to walk the haunted stairway after midnight. 

I was sitting near the foot of the stairs shortly after midnight had struck. I could hear the other members of the party breathing softly in the darkness. There was a doorway behind me leading to a large room hung with pictures. Several times I glanced round into the inky room half expecting to see something. When any member of the party moved I could hear the rustle of their clothing. 

In the silence there came a rustling noise from the room above, a vague remote noise that was at the same time clearly defined. A member of the party close behind me moved his position a fraction. Someone swallowed hard. The air was distinctly colder. Then clearly came the sound of padding footsteps on the stairs. They came down - I could feel them getting nearer. I counted three distinct sounds like sandaled feet padding on the bare wood of the stairs. My own impression was that the presence on the stairs, whatever it was, came rushing down although the rate of the footsteps were quite normal.

No Explanation
I drew back instinctively; I felt the other members of the party follow the same action. Our torches flashed a fraction after the photo­grapher's bulb. The stairs were empty; the icy air seemed to be eddying away. We made an examination again of the upper rooms. All seals were intact. I can offer no explanation for the occurrence.