From being trapped in a haunted museum’s lift to running from a bodyless pair of legs, Most Haunted’s Yvette Fielding reveals her spookiest encounters…
As I sat in the stalls in the London theatre, surrounded by hundreds of empty seats, I had an eerie feeling.
It was pitch black in the Theatre Royal, Drury Lane, and deafeningly quiet.
Then something odd happened, when I looked through the night-vision camera all the hundreds of seats became very clear.
It was as if someone had turned the lights back on.
Suddenly, I began to get cold, which was bizarre as no windows were open.
Next, I felt an icy blast of cold air being blown forcibly into my ear.
That quick, unexplained action terrified me because I knew, without a doubt, that my colleague and I were not alone.
We were filming the first series of Most Haunted, it was 2002, and we had chosen the theatre after a tip-off about possible paranormal happenings.
In fact, Drury Lane is reputed to be London’s most haunted theatre. But I still wasn’t expecting such an up-close-and-personal encounter.
All three of us turned and ran
My next move was to call out to the ghost and I asked nervously: ‘Is there anybody there?’
Immediately, I heard whispering directly behind us.
It seemed to be a man’s voice mumbling under his breath.
We both heard the voice, and then the icy breath came once more. I felt the presence blow in my ear again.
I began to physically shake with fear, the spirit was clearly taking delight in scaring us. We left the auditorium quickly to meet up with the rest of the Most Haunted team taking part in the night vigil.
But the spooky events didn’t end there — on the theatre’s staircase, I had the night’s most ghostly encounter.
Unfortunately,
I didn’t have a camera crew with me as I was walking from one filming spot to another with two colleagues.
When we reached the top of the staircase, we all saw the most incredible thing — a pair of legs walking on their own up the stairs.
The legs moved in slow motion, and terrifyingly — no body was attached to them!
I distinctly remember seeing knee-high black boots walking by themselves.
All three of us turned and ran — it was so frightening.
My night at Drury Lane was one of my most memorable investigations.
The encounter on the stairs cemented my belief in ghosts, and life after death.
My paranormal journey
I was a beginner at ghost-hunting then and I had a lot to learn — especially about not screaming at every bump and thump!
This experience was also the first time that I’d seen a ghost, although I’d had a series of paranormal encounters in my own home two years earlier.
Up until my husband Karl and I moved to Cheadle Hulme, Greater Manc
