This week’s Friday Flash, A Black Night In The Churchyard, seems to have captured a lot of people’s imaginations. After the good reception that my post on Bunhill Fields cemetery got, I thought I would dabble in local history again and explain a little about the setting that inspired my flash.
In the heart of Newcastle upon Tyne stands St Nicholas’ Cathedral (see left), the Church of England church for the Diocese of Newcastle. A church has stood on this site since 1091, although the original parish church burned down in 1216. It was rebuilt in 1359, and it became a cathedral in 1882. The lantern spire dates to 1448. In my humble opinion, it is one of the most beautiful ecclesiastical buildings in the entire country. Certainly, York Minster, Durham Cathedral or Canterbury Cathedral are impressive, but St Nicholas’ smaller scale makes it seem almost cosy. I am not religious in the slightest but I still find the place quite welcoming (though that may be due to the friendly volunteers who’ll take you around during the day to point out notable features).
Inside the Cathedral is a tomb. This isn’t particularly remarkable due to the English insistence on burying their dead under the foundations of their holy buildings (although the great Christopher Wren wanted an end to the practice due to the subsidence problems caused by a combination of rotting flesh, noxious gases and early building materials). This particular tomb is believed to house an anonymous knight. Local lore has it that his lord gave him instructions to protect the Church, which he continues to do even in death.
Clanking armour and the sound of metal-clad feet on gravel have been heard, while people have also reported seeing a cloak disappearing around the corner, or through a wall. Alone in the Dark Entertainment run ghost walks and tours in the area, so I asked David Marshall, one of their guides, about the story of the boy who broke the window.
“A small group of chavs were sitting drinking some cheap liquor within the grounds when one of the lads started arguing with his female partner for the night. In a fit of drunken rage, he threw a bottle at the window, destroying centuries of history within seconds. Without a thought for what he’d done, the lad and his group continued arguing and shouting, eventually leaving the site and heading back to their homes.
“For days afterwards, the lad was plagued by dreams, waking up in a cold sweat with fading visions of swords being hung above his head and a dark figure chasing him through his sleep. The dreams grew worse and in the coming weeks other things started happening. The TV would turn itself on and off, objects would be moved when no one was in the room, keys would disappear only to reappear weeks later in full view. On and on these events went, gradually getting worse and worse, to the point of things being thrown by an unseen source.
“The dreams continued, the sword, the dark shape from a darker place.. a warning.. Admit his sin or perish. The lad was taken to psychiatrists, where they could only suggest sleeping tablets. A team was called in to investigate the strange happenings at home, the poltergeist, the daemon, the angry spirit.
Nothing helped. The lad could take it no longer and travelled into the city, walked into the police station and begged to be locked up. … He was taken to trial, all the while the torments continued, until the moment at which the gavel struck and the sentence passed. In that one instance, the torment ended. … The boy slept safe and secure, penance paid, in his cell.”
Given that it is unlikely a drunken hooligan would be aware of the Black Knight, it is therefore easy to discount the possibility of him “imagining” these events as a symptom of his paranoia. I’ve always liked this particular story, although it has since been left out of the ghost walk at the Cathedral’s request. I wanted to celebrate the work of the Knight, and that provided the impetus to write the flash.
I admit that I did change a few details, since the Cathedral is far from being forgotten or dilapidated, although it is true that building work in the area has eaten into the churchyard and changed the level of the ground. The yard was also the site of grave robbing, and other ghosts have been seen in the area. I also took a little artistic license since the Knight of legend terrorises ne’er-do-wells rather than consuming their souls.
I do hope that the Knight one day manages to find peace, but sadly I think the descent of humanity into new levels of selfishness and degradation will mean he is needed more than ever.
If you’re in Newcastle upon Tyne, then I highly recommend a visit to St Nicholas’ Cathedral. If you’re interested in the dark tales of my home town, then Vanessa Histon’s Nightmare on Grey Street
Interesting! I need to get back to Newcastle and see it. I lived in Edinburgh for a few years and yet the extent of my travels to Newcastle were just to the airport. Pathetic.
I’m off to read your story, now.
Yes, you should visit Newcastle! Not that I’m biased, or anything…
But is the story true Icy? I doubt it. The past is the past and it’s burnt to the ground, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and only the future lies in front of the present.
But what are ya doing in London town, working your arse off, when there’s revolution to be had?
Define “true”. If the culprit believed this was happening to him, then this was his truth, and therefore who are we to deny it?
In response to your other comments…
“Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.” – George Santayana
I believe the future cannot exist without acknowleding the past, although clearly past, present and future are a manmade invention in order for us to make sense of what we perceive as time. Furthermore, a denial of the past would include a denial of everything it contains, including much-loved socialist tracts. Society can’t exist in a state of constant amnesia.
What I mean to say, ” Is David Marshall telling the truth?” Did such an event occur? How did Marshall know all this information? Was he told by someone else who was also lying? Was the boy really a Chav? Sounds like another tall story to me made up by another bloody liar. I suspect that it didn’t happen. Maybe the window was smashed but they didn’t find the person. People make up stories all the time. How many lies do people tell in a day? This is just another one.
What I mean by the past being the past is that there is not such a thing as time travel. It’s religious nonsense. Perhaps it makes a good story, like Doctor Who. But there is no way that people who have died in the past are ready to jump into the present once a coloured window has been smashed. And then go round and start pestering the guilty.
I don’t deny that the past has happened but the idea that dead people are just lurking waiting for the call to arms is daft.
If you think it’s so stupid, I can’t help wondering why you took the time to post a comment about it.
I think you hit the nail on the head when you said “it makes a good story,” RealSocialist. That’s kind of the point. There are a lot of fascinating legends in the world, and wandering around saying they’re all daft is a little bit pointless.
I love ‘stories’ like this. John Irving, when asked about which bits of his stories are true, always replies with another queation – ‘which bits did you like?’ , the idea being that if a story is a good one then it takes on the appearence of truth. Not a literal truth, obviously, but in the case of this legend, the story’s moral core is the ‘truth’ it creates. Legends like this serve more purpose than simply relating the facts, good stories feed the soul as much as the intellect.
Really interesting post, Icy. Will check out the Cathedral if ever up that way.
@Jen – Exactly. Mankind propogates his existence through stories, whether true or not.
@Dan – Glad you found it interesting! It’s a really lovely building. Thankfully they’re in the process of regenerating that area of the city.
Nice informative post about this great legend. I’d love to come visit someday.
The soul consuming is my favorite part of your story.