I live about 20 minutes away from Bradley woods and have enjoyed many peaceful walks there. As a child I’d heard the rumours of it being haunted and I’ve got to admit that it is pretty eery. It always looks so dark and oppressive, even in the middle of summer! As soon as you enter the woods, the sun disappears and the cold, damp air steals the breath from your lungs. It makes you feel depressed almost instantly for no apparent reason. I have never seen the black lady of Bradley Woods, but I’m sure she’s out there somewhere walking through the trees, you can always at the very least sense her.
The story of the black lady of Bradley Woods is a famous tale among the people who live in the surrounding area. Alleged eyewitnesses have described her as being young and pretty, around 5’6″ tall, dressed in a flowing black cloak and a black hood that obscures her hair but reveals her mournful, pale, tear-soaked face. According to the legend she has never harmed anyone and has only ever proved to be a pitiful but still a very unnerving sight.
The legend goes that during the war of the Roses, a young woodsman and his wife lived with their baby son in a cottage in Bradley Woods. Eventually the woodsman left his family to fight, leaving his wife to bring up the baby alone. After many months there was no news of the woodsman. Every day she would take her child and walk to the edge of the woods, awaiting the sight of her husband coming home from the wars, until one day the enemy army crossed the Humber and marched through the area on their way to attack Lincoln. As she was leaving her cottage, the woman was set upon by three horsemen who raped her before snatching the baby boy and riding off laughing into the woods. Heartbroken and humiliated, she wandered the woods searching in vain for her child and husband. After her death people began to see her wandering the woods, carrying on her never ending search.