HAUNTED WIRRAL: The Bebington Vampire – Wirral Globe

WELCOME to Haunted Wirral, a feature series written by world famous psychic researcher, Tom Slemen for the Globe.

In this latest tale, Tom tells the tale of an encounter with the terrifying Nadia.

IN the early 1970s there was a certain insatiable womaniser named Brian who lived on Bedford Drive, Bebington.

He was a plumber by trade, but the 29-year-old saw every woman he met as a challenge in his pathological male chauvinist mind; they were not people but sex objects to be 'conquered' and Brian nicknamed himself the Conquistador.

He kept a careful record of all of his conquests in a little black book, along with detailed notes of the ways he had seduced and inveigled his prey.

He had jotted down pages of stock remarks he had used to flatter his quarry, such as "A lot of women today are plain-looking, and then there are beautiful types like you; doesn't seem fair in a way."

An idiom in our language is "every trick in the book" when we are trying every available method to achieve what we want, but Brian was rapidly writing that book, and every trick in it was underhand. Brian was like some Machiavellian Casanova.

On the evening of October 4, 1971, Brian drove from his home, bound for a farmhouse where a huge party was being held, and Brian planned to seek out the most beautiful lady at the party to use and then dump.

Brian's best friend Bernie would be there, and he had told Brian that a beautiful 19-year-old guest named Lorna would be at the party.

Brian had bet Bernie 50 quid Lorna would end up in bed with him after the party.

To get to the farmhouse, Brian had to drive down the Lever Causeway, and upon this night a full moon was hanging low in the east, its light silvering the majestic elms that lined the route.

Halfway down the Lever Causeway, Brian saw a lady standing at the side of the road, and he stopped to see what she wanted.

The female wore an orange woollen hat, a striped woollen coat and jeans.

Brian thought the girl looked as if she was about 18 and found her very attractive.

She had red hair and large green eyes.

He leaned over, rolled down the passenger side window and said "Hello".

The girl stooped slightly and looked in at him and asked: "Could you possibly give me a lift to Storeton?"

"I'm not going that far, love," said Brian, and then he smiled as he added, "but I'm going to a party now - do you fancy joining me?"

"I've made arrangement to see a friend from college at her house in Keepers Lane, sorry," said the girl.

"Okay. Get in," said Brian and the girl seemed to hesitate for a few moments, so Brian reassuringly told her: "I'll have to drop you off just before the roundabout. Is that alright?"

"Yes, thanks, thats great," said the girl, getting into the car. She did a curious thing when she got into Brian's Austin Morris she angled her head back and sniffed the air, and then the girl looked at Brian and again sniffed the air inches from his head.

He smiled and said: "It's my aftershave Old Spice. Hey what's your name?"

"Nadia," she replied and started sniffing the air again.

This odd behaviour annoyed Brian, and he asked: "What are you doing that for? This car doesn't smell."

Nadia suddenly lunged at Brian and bit into the base of his neck.

Brian screamed in agony as he felt the girl's teeth sink into his left jugular.

He let go of the steering wheel and tried to push the girl off but her teeth were embedded in his neck. The car mounted the kerb, struck the trunk of an elm, and both Brian and his passenger were thrown through the windscreen in the impact.

Brian found himself on his back, covered with granulated windscreen glass, and still Nadia was biting into his neck.

She pulled her mouth away, then spat out Brian's blood in a repugnant manner.

The terrifying female then got to her feet, apparently unharmed by the crash, and ran off in the moonlight across farmland, leaving Brian, who was suffering from concussion, with his hands clamped to his throat, trying to stop the bleeding.

A passing car stopped and Brian passed out from loss of blood.

When he regained consciousness he was in a hospital bed and felt heavily sedated.

A specialist eventually told Brian that he had crashed his car into a tree, and from the size of the wound in his neck, a large dog must have attacked him as he lay unconscious in the road.

"No, it was a girl named Nadia!" said Brian, and his throat hurt as he spoke.

"She was like a vampire," he added, and the doctor said the teeth marks in his neck had been made by fangs - not the teeth of a human.

The wound in Brian's throat took months to heal.

Years later he was in a pub in Prenton when he overheard two old men talking about a female vampire who prowled the area around Storeton.

She flagged down motorists on lonely roads in the area and after ascertaining their blood-group with her sensitive sense of smell, she bit into their necks.

Brian shuddered when he heard this.

That vampiric being has also been encountered in Higher Bebington.

The last time she was seen was in November 2016 on Mount Road, thumbing a lift at two in the morning ...

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HAUNTED WIRRAL: The Bebington Vampire - Wirral Globe

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