The sadly late-lamented TriStar had a few tales.... One common theme was the ghost of "flight 401", the servicable L1011 that the crew allowed to descend into the ground! :sad: Popular TriStar folklore had various tales of hauntings. I have never seen a ghost but, I have felt uncomfortable in situations . We often flew the RAF TriStar with just 4 crew, Capt, Co, Eng and Loady. It was certainly spooky if you went right down the back to the loo or galley with the other 3 on the flightdeck , esp, at night, 40,000' over...nowhere. ;)

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Old hangars
 

Before the VGS world got biffed I'd regularly stayed over at RAF Topcliffe in the old TANS Navigation classrooms converted into dorms for cadets and instructors, on the side of the C Type overlooking the airfield. No longer really operational after dark in winter it was certainly very eerie.

When the 'pause' was on we only came out every 2nd or 3rd weekend for example to keep the Squadron a going concern.

One weekend I got my dates mixed up and having driven up after work from Manchester I drew the keys to find the whole she bang deserted and very much in the dark. Obviously too fatigued to safely drive back (it was probably 9pm ish) I fired up the flatscreen and watched a film as the oven got to work, and I opened a can.
Now our toilets were located on the opposite side of the hangar so walking across the only lights were from 3 strip lights on all the time way up in the rafters.
As I got literally to the middle a mobile went off somewhere near the end where the Land rovers were parked.

To say it was a bit unnerving would be near the truth - my first thought was some 'travellers' maybe had entered the building to rip it off and it took a few seconds to realise it was an old NOKIA tone, and was inside the DI's box in a Rover. Phew, it was one of ours...

But other than that moment of rabbit nose bum actually always felt very calm in them as opposed to scary, and usually got a good sleep. The clunks and rattles more from the building cooling etc. but I was sure I heard a fire door clunk dully from the opposite corridor when alone but in a warm bed I didn't investigate unless they started opening in sequence towards where I was!

Ghost Rider
 

Before the Hunter OCU ceased to exist, every Friday night around 2330 local a cold easterly wind would spring up briefly and the black and white horizontal telegraph pole outside the guardroom-- the sole impediment to vehicular traffic in those halcyon days-- would lift a degree or so from the horizontal and gently bounce back into position. The ghost of G**rge Sm*th's Mini Cooper S had returned from the Foxhunters.

Every day when I open and close the Shropshire Aero Club office in the old RAF Watch Tower at Sleap I always say "Good Morning Ladies and Gentlemen" or "Good Night Ladies and Gentlemen" to the resident ghosts.

Did they answer?

It doesn't matter. I know that if I don't greet them then I will be in for a long and difficult day.