The Haunting at The Dolphin Inn

Tucked along Burnthouse Lane, The Dolphin Inn. stands as a weathered relic of early 19th-century Devon, its walls echoing with the unquiet spirit of Private James Reddaway, a soldier murdered in 1854 and bound to the pub’s shadowed corners. From glasses shattering inexplicably to the chilling sound of marching boots in empty corridors, the Inn.’s haunting crescendoed in the autumn of 1987, when spectral rage unleashed chaos upon its new barmaid and owner, revealing a past steeped in betrayal and bloodshed. Though a vicar’s blessing quelled the fury, whispers of a single footstep and the word “March” linger on stormy nights, a testament to a soul that refuses to rest.