Squire Fulford’s Ghost

In Dunsford’s shadowed lanes, where South Devon’s River Teign murmurs secrets and Coach Drive cuts a lonely path near Fulford House, the headless ghost of Squire Henry Fulford haunts the night, his spectral coach, horses turned back to front, rolling backwards at midnight, or his restless spirit creeping one cockstride closer to his manor, bound by an improper burial in the 1698. From eerie sightings in 1699 to a historian’s trembling sketch in 1953, his vengeful presence, born of a life of eccentricity and ignored last wishes, weaves dread through the Teign Valley, a reminder that some souls defy death’s chains, drawing ever nearer to their ancestral home.