In the winter of 1961, an unconscious Neston driver was taken to Clatterbridge Hospital after hitting a six-metre sandstone wall on Dawstone Road, Heswall.
When he regained his senses in hospital, he told the surgeon that “something – some terrible devil” had appeared on Dawstone Road and he tried to brake in time, however the thing was as still as a tree and gave the impression to be pushing the automobile sideways into the wall.
There wasn't a drop of alcohol within the accident victim's blood, however the usual explanations were offered in an try and dismiss the person's strange claims: it was an illusion of sunshine, he hit a fox, he…d I fell asleep for some time and dreamed of “the devil,” and so forth.
The man was released from hospital a number of days later, but there have been other incidents on Dawstone Road later that yr.
In March, Rory, 23, a Wallasey man on a motorcycle, was driving along the moonlit Baskervyle Road at around 11.20pm and on reaching the junction at Dawstone Road he saw a big, shadowy figure emerge from the bushes and stop directly in front of him.
Rory didn't have time to stop.
The suicidal passerby, who will need to have been about seven feet tall, grabbed the handlebars of the motorcycle, which was traveling at about 35 miles per hour, and with great force threw the heavy bicycle onto the sidewalk.
Rory was thrown against a sandstone wall, and if it weren't for the helmet the young man was wearing, Wallasey's head would have smashed against the wall like an egg. He was overlooked cold and remembered something very strange when he was later treated in hospital for a severe concussion.
Rory regained consciousness for a moment and saw the terrifying face of a horned man with pointy ears watching him with luminous eyes.
The apparition said something about Rory escaping from the pit, after which he passed out again.
This was the second modern encounter with a devil-like creature on Dawstone Road. Later, in November 1934, a gaggle of locals hunted a demonic entity that had been seen prowling the Dawstone Road and was believed to have originated from a mansion on the road with tall iron gates.
The locals called there, accusing the rich man of witchcraft, and he laughingly told the gang that the so-called “monster” they’d seen was none aside from his broad, white-chested bulldog that was at all times running away from the manor gardens.
The story was even published in The Sunday Mirror and the article portrayed the people of Heswall as superstitious fools, but a policeman who had seen the demon asked how a “wide” bulldog could have slipped through the bars of the mansion's gate.
The demonic entity, described by some as a tall horned creature of immense strength, disappeared into obscurity for several years, but was seen again throughout the war, around 1941.
Some were of the opinion that the devil was pure folklore, others, including a respected doctor, believed such a thing existed, nevertheless the priest who had been asked to take care of the otherworldly being was reluctant to get entangled and appeared to suggest that the one demonic thing in regards to the so-called devil was the demonic drink that probably produced it.
Demon is a general term applied to an inhuman spirit that has evil intentions and attempts to manage or harm humans by physically attacking them or possessing their bodies and minds.
What appeared like a no brainer (no pun intended) causing accidents on Dawstone Road continues to be in query as to its nature and origins.
In 1969, Patrick and Brian, two thirty-year-olds from Heswall, left a celebration on Delavor Road and Patrick decided to go home to South Drive, where his friend Brian also lived.
Brian advised his friend to remain the night at a house on Delavor Road as they were each drunk, but Patrick insisted he was in a position to make the five-minute journey in his Hillman Imp.
A couple of minutes into the journey, because the automobile turned onto Dawstone Road, the Hillman Imp's engine sputtered and the vehicle stalled.
Patrick got out of the automobile and walked hesitantly to the hood, and Brian shouted after him, “The engine's in the back!” I knew you were splashed.
“Just a mistake, mush,” Patrick replied, and he stopped, braced himself against the roof of the vehicle, then turned around and went to the back of the automobile, but then realized he had left the trunk key within the Hillman – the important thing was still there. within the ignition.
– Brian, are you able to bring me the keys? Patrick shouted, but there was no response.
Patrick heard Brian swear and yell something, then the Hillman Imp backed up as if it had been hit by a automobile.
Patrick was hit within the rear of the vehicle and thrown onto the road.
He got up, confused, and saw his automobile on the sidewalk with the passenger door open and Brian running away into the gap.
As Patrick rose from the cold tar, he saw the headlights of a automobile approaching and prayed it wasn't the police.
It was a Jaguar driven by Bernie, Patrick's friend who was at the identical party.
Bernie saw the Hillman Imp on the sidewalk and asked what was occurring, to which Patrick replied, “That idiot Brian must have turned the car on and put it in reverse because I was behind him!” The automobile hit me because it was reversing.
Bernie checked the automobile and saw that the engine was still not running and was in neutral, not reverse. Bernie knew a bit of about cars but said the issue was a loose solenoid wire and restarted the Hillman Imp.
The next day at 2:00 p.m. Brian called Patrick and said that something terrifying had happened – a tall man in black with horns and glowing red eyes who had appeared outside the Hillman Imp last night and when Patrick was asking for the keys to the trunk a creature with an eerie he forcefully pushed the automobile back.
Patrick couldn't accept this story and accused Brian of causing the fatal accident by tampering with the gear lever, but Brian said he can be willing to swear on a “stack of Bibles” to prove he was telling the reality.
In 2010, a nurse called me on a radio program and told me how one morning at about 5:30 a.m. in May 1978, after a grueling night shift, she was walking home on Dawstone Road when she saw a person who gave the impression to be wearing a black leather one-piece suit and a pair of horns, standing within the road.
Not removed from the road was a hole about ten feet in diameter from which a reddish light shone.
The nurse thought there was a hearth in the outlet, so she drove around it in a large circle.
The automobile window was rolled down a number of inches, and because the nurse passed the strangely dressed man and the hearth pit, she heard an eerie cacophony of what seemed like people screaming and wailing, and the sound gave the impression to be coming from the hearth pit.
This event stayed within the nurse's memory for years.
An occultist once told me that there are places on this earth where demons have portals resulting in hell, and sometimes these portals open and other people – mainly evil individuals – are thrown into them, where they lead a tormented existence within the so-called “The Pit of Cursed Souls”.
These unlucky people then join a gaggle of people who find themselves often reported within the newspapers as having disappeared and not using a trace.
Author: Tomek Slemen, a author from Liverpool, best often called the creator of the best-selling “Haunted Liverpool” series of books documenting paranormal phenomena and unsolved or unusual crimes. Check out his books Amazon here.
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