In the final months of 1938 there emerged reports of young woman
Acting strangely at the northern end of the platform
At Lannocks End railway station in Hertfordshire
She was frequently noted as being distressed
And appeared to be casting unknown objects on to the line
There were numerous sightings which aroused the interest
Of George Gordon Palmer the famous ghost hunter
He interviewed some of the members of the station staff
Who had claimed to have seen the woman
However their descriptions varied so much as to cause doubts
And as there had been no more sightings Palmer soon returned home
He by his own admission quickly forgot about Lannocks End
That was until the winter of 1961 when a mummified hand
Was found when the platform was being resurfaced
It was later identified as being from a woman of about thirty years
At the time of the gruesome discovery the immediate area
Was searched for other remains but none were found
Although by now retired George Gordon Palmer again took an interest
And took rooms nearby so he might investigate further
He would sit at the end of the platform where the sightings had occurred
But as with his previous visit he neither saw or heard anything unusual
That was until the final day of November when he witnessed
Something that shook him to his core and made his name
He had as normal been sitting on the platform between eight and ten
It was a bitter night and was snowing heavily which hindered visibility
Palmer who was beginning to become quite chilled was packing his equipment away
When he realised that he was not alone
I will let his diary take up the story from here as it is more detailed than my sparse account
At about half past nine just after the London train had left I decided to call it a day as I was fearfully cold
I was just closing my bag when I became aware that someone was nearby
This did not alarm me as even at this late hour I would be asked questions about my purpose
I turned around and to my alarm and encountered a woman who was at least eight feet tall
She was facing the track and as previously reported appeared to be littering the line
At first I did nothing as I was amazed by the height of the woman which far exceeded my knowledge
She then turned to face me and to my horror I saw that she had no eyes
Only her empty sockets stared at me without sight
I further noted what appeared to be tears flowing from the blind cavities
In the distance the Night Mail had sounded its whistle and through the blizzard I could clearly see its white light
The woman did nothing until the Night Mail was upon the platform
She then jumped under its screaming wheels
The crew of the train had obviously seen little as there was no application of brakes as it passed through the station
I have to admit that I had shielded my eyes but when I lowered my hands there was nothing to be seen
The snow of the platform was untouched and there were no traces of any impact or footprints apart from my own
It was as if she had never existed
I considered that my imagination had fooled me or that I was hallucinating but discounted both as I was so very cold
It was then that I saw a movement in the snow between the lines and to my absolute disgust I saw that human eyes was staring at me
At first there was only one but within seconds I had counted twelve moving around like ants in a nest
As the church clock struck ten the Manchester train roared into the station which distracted me
Maybe as I wanted to experience the ordinary I watched it pass
And then I saw something so awful that I was instantly sick
The giant woman was pressed up against a window in the sixth carriage and was emitting a savage scream
There was a look of absolute horror on her face as she had been torn open with her internal organs exposed
In all my years as a ghost hunter I had never witnessed anything so vile
I found myself on my knees
As almost in prayer
In time I composed myself and left the platform as I felt that I had witnessed a great evil
I felt that I had witnessed Satan himself
Over a week passed before I could work up the courage to return to the station
I did so during daylight hours but found nothing
There was nothing that indicated a collision had taken place
Nor was there a nest of eyes between the lines
I left the area later that day and soon started to investigate the history of Lannocks End
There were no reports of giants in the area or incidents at the railway station save for the 1938 reports
I drew a total blank although I did write what turned out to be a best selling account of my experiences
This I regretted straight away as I soon began to notice a giant figure moving around my garden orchard when the light was lost
My haunting has since lost its pace
But I am sure it will return
As I never feel totally alone