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#Spooktober 7: the Phantom Piper

The Phantom Piper is a legendary figure from Tudor England, often associated with ghostly music and haunting various locations, particularly in the West Midlands of England.

One of the most famous legends involves the Phantom Piper of the Wrekin, a hill in Shropshire. According to local folklore, the piper’s music can be heard echoing through the hills, especially on misty nights. It is believed that the piper is a spirit of a long-dead musician who met a tragic fate, possibly linked to a historical event.

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Further Readings:

  • Briggs, Katharine. The Encyclopedia of Ghosts and Spirits. New York: Dorset Press, 1971.
  • MacGregor, Alasdair Alpin. The Ghost Book: Strange Hauntings in Britain. London: Robert Hale, 1955.
  • Simpson, Jacqueline, and Steve Roud. A Dictionary of English Folklore. Oxford: Oxford University Press, 2000.
  • The Lore of Scotland: A Guide to Scottish Legends. New York: Random House, 2010.
  • “Phantom Piper of Derbyshire,” in Folklore of Derbyshire, Derbyshire Ghosts, and Legends
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