Carlisle Hell Hound

The story of Carlisle Hell Hound began in the 19th century. There was a blacksmith named John Carter, he decided to leave his home in London and move to Carlisle which is the largest settlement in the county of Cumbria and located at the confluence of the rivers Eden, Caldew and Petteril, 10 miles (16 km) south of the Scottish border. A day before Christmas when John and his wife arrived at Carlisle, they rented a wagon to take them to a nearby village where they would live peacefully there. They were hoping to be settled in to their new home well in time for yuletide season. When the wagon took off through the countryside, John Carter noticed how incredibly foggy it was becoming.

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Suddenly the mysterious fog came in very thick and very fast indeed, but this didn't seem to bother the driver who, if anything, seemed to have a preference for riding at breakneck speed. At one point the wagon almost careered off the road as it maneuvered round a sharp corner, but still the wagon driver used his whip to drive the horse on ever faster. Carter became worried for the safety of his family, immediately he shouted for the driver to slow down.

'Nay sire! I daren't!' replied the wagon driver.

Carter kept shouting at the driver to go slower. A few moment later, the driver agreed, but he told the blacksmith that he saw something horrible chase the wagon. Not long after the wagon had slowed down, Carter was shocked to see a terrible-looking dog-like creature running alongside the wagon. It showed a pair of 'evil, glowing eyes and a lolling tongue'.

'Go faster! Go faster!' cried the terrified blacksmith, as his wife shrieked with fear.

The high-speed wagon suddenly approached a narrow bridge but the wagon size was just too wide for it and became stuck in the middle of the bridge. The howling, slobbering hound began to scratching the paw at the backside of the wagon with incredible strength that it would clearly be only a matter of time before it shattered. In order to protect his life and Carter's family, the driver cracked his whip at the beast, causing it to fall from the bridge into the frozen river below. They watched from the wagon in relief as the howling hound was washed away in the ice-cold current.

After several attempt, the wagon was freed from the narrow bridge and continued on its journey. When they finally arrived at the village, neither Carter nor his wife decided ever went near that bridge again in case they should encounter again the 'hound from hell'. The driver told the blacksmith and his wife that the hell hound had roamed the area for generations, and that local peoples were so frightened of it they were forbidden to mention the beast in public.

The Ghost at Christmas written by Darren W. Ritson;,_Cumbria;
Paranormal Magazine vol. February 2011

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