The Shrieking Pits of Aylmerton: A Tale of Woe and Whispers:


Greetings, dear readers! Welcome to another tale from “The Secret Chronicler,” Today, we delve into the enigmatic world of Aylmerton’s shrieking pits, a tale so haunting it could make a banshee blush. So, grab a cuppa, sit back, and let’s unravel the mysteries of these ancient pits, shall we?

A Chocolate-Box Village with a Dark Centre

Aylmerton, a quaint Norfolk village, is the sort of place you’d expect to find in a postcard. Surrounded by poppy fields and arable farming, it’s a picture of pastoral perfection. But don’t let that fool you. Beneath this idyllic façade lies an ancient evil, a series of shallow pits known locally as the ‘shrieking pits.’ These pits were originally dug for medieval iron-ore mining and smelting1.

The Wailing Woman of Aylmerton

Legend has it that a spectral figure of a woman haunts these pits, wailing in search of her lost child. The tale is as old as the hills, or at least as old as the pits themselves. A jealous husband, suspecting the child wasn’t his, murdered the baby and buried it in one of the pits. He then returned to dispatch his wife, who now haunts the pit for eternity, searching for her long-dead child1.

A Tale of Two Villages

It’s not just Aylmerton that’s haunted, mind you. Northrepps, another village nearby, has its own set of shrieking pits. Here, the legend speaks of a young village girl named Esmeralda. Heartbroken and desperate, she threw herself into a pit one frosty night. Her cries for help can still be heard on February 24th, the anniversary of her death1.

Theories and Speculations

While some say these pits are ‘grave holes’ for long-dead Viking heroes, others believe they were prehistoric dwellings. The most likely explanation, however, is that they were medieval iron ore digging and smelting pits from the 9th and 11th centuries1.


Whether you believe in the legends or not, one thing is certain: the shrieking pits of Aylmerton and Northrepps are a fascinating blend of history and folklore. So, the next time you find yourself wandering through these villages, be cautious. After all, you never know what—or who—you might encounter.

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