The Haunted Horse
My then wife called him “Charlie”, as in the keys are missing again Charlie must have them, but strangely my later partner Sally also started calling him “Charlie” and these two women I know had never discussed the goings on in the cellar as they did not speak to each other, coincidence of course it was or was it, my dog Keith would never go down the cellar, when he came down into the pub with me he always stopped at the top of the cellar stairs.
After living for over 15 years at The Running Horse I came into contact with “Charlie” the ghost who resides at the pub on Alfreton Road, Nottingham on several occasions.
It was simple things like the pub keys would disappear from where you knew you had put them down, only for them to turn up in a completely different position, sometimes a different room, also you could be working in the cellar or in the office I had in the cellar and you would get a feeling someone was behind you or watching you, on several occasions this happened to Jim Sparham who then was the sound engineer at “The Runner” when sorting the PA system out which was kept in the cellar, he would say that was spooky I thought you were down here and I was talking to you only to find I was on my own down here.
Was it a coincidence that two of my partners both referred to our friend as “Charlie” or indeed is Charles Bardhill still checking his cellar as he did in the 1930’s.
Barry Middleton
A few months later I asked through the gig guide/fanzine we put out every month if anyone had any history on The Running Horse, a few of my regular customers came forward and filled in some of the years just after the war up to 1980’s, but it was the middle aged couple who came in one night and after reading the gig guide commented that her family were some time in the past associated with the pub and that she would ask her mother and let me know.
A few weeks later they again came in and we started the conversation about her uncle who it turned out had been the landlord in the 1930’s, but when she told me his name was Charles Bardhill and he had met his end by falling down the cellar steps breaking his neck my blood turned cold.
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