This one is recent enough that you can read the witness statements.
In the spring of 1926, people began seeing a short figure in a black hood on the lane between Dogsthorpe and Garton End, the road we now call Elmfield Road. Older residents and children stopped going out after dark. Everybody else went out specifically to look.
A man named Charles Johnson told the Peterborough Advertiser that he had set out to get to the bottom of it. He walked the lane for several nights with his retriever and saw nothing. Then, on the Friday before Easter, at about ten minutes to ten, a black hooded figure appeared in front of him, perhaps twenty or thirty yards off and about five feet tall. The hood came all the way to the ground. It did not seem to be walking. It was gliding, three or four feet off the footpath. Johnson ran at it. It moved away from him fast, and then went through the hedge.
He saw it twice more. The talk in the streets was that it was Mrs Clements, a rag and bone woman known to everyone as One-legged Peggy, who had lately died in the workhouse.
Where: Elmfield Road, between Dogsthorpe and Garton End.


























