Ancient Ram Inn

Uh, the manager of the most haunted pub in England claims to have caught the spirit of a little girl pushing a pram in the creepy boozer, it says.

Uh, footage shows the moment a cleaner was dusting toys in the playroom at the Ancient Ram Inn in Wotton-under-Edge, uh, Gloucestershire on Friday, August 28th.

The 12th-century Grade II listed former tavern in, is the site of many paranormal investigations due to supposed spiritual sightings, often being dubbed the nation's most haunted building.

In the video, the property's cleaner is seen polishing a wooden cot when the baby stroller, uh, begins slowly rolling towards her.

All right.

The ancient Ram Inn in England, and I believe that's going to be Gloucestershire.

That's, I believe, Gloucestershire.

Yeah, Gloucestershire.

Why it stands out? It is smaller and less global famous than number one on the list.

I don't want to say that yet, but its concentrated collection of supernatural legends give it outsized reputation among paranormal fans.

Would you spend the night in the ancient Ram Inn? Oh, absolutely.

Oh, yeah.

And I know a few teams that went there and was like, you could totally feel the demonic oppression there to where they would have to leave because their teammates were like getting mad at each other and screaming at each other and would... have to physically leave the building to, like, reset.

So the only other place I know that had this kind of oppression over people would be the Ram Inn that's in England, the ancient Ram Inn, where it had the incubus and succubus.

Oh, I want to go there.

Oh, me too.

In June of 1997, a small group of amateur paranormal investigators from Swindon drove down into Cotswolds with a rented jackhammer, a couple of sledgehammers, and a theory.

They were parked outside of a sagging, timber-framed former pub in the town of Watton-under-Edge called the Ancient Ram Inn.

For decades, rumors had circulated around the Gloucestershire Hills that beneath the flagstones lay a hidden, bricked-up tunnel connecting the inn's hearth directly to the crypts of St. Mary's Church across the street.

The owner of the property, an elderly, eccentric, former Baptist preacher named John Humphreys, had finally given them his blessing to tear up a patch of modern concrete in the back room known as the Men's Kitchen.

The cellar didn't matter anymore.

because right above that shallow, unmarked grave was the exact patch of floor where, for nearly 30 years, John Humphreys had kept a narrow cot, and where, night after night, he claimed an invisible hand would reach out from the dark, seize him by the ankle, and drag him, screaming across the room.

I'm Christopher Feinstein, and this is the Ancient Ram Inn.

If you've ever spent any amount of time in Gloucestershire, you know that the southern Cotswolds look like a postcard, right up until the sun goes down.