Many guests have claimed late-night encounters with a dark, imposing figure believed to be Dick Turpin himself. One common account describes waking around 3 AM to a man in old riding gear standing at the foot of the bed, silently watching. He then vanishes without a word. The description – tricorn hat, long coat and boots – matches Turpin’s era. These sightings often occur in the rooms upstairs, particularly one room local folklore pins as “Turpin’s Room” where he liked to stay. Aside from Turpin, the inn’s staff speak of general odd happenings: unexplained creaking floorboards as if someone is walking the corridors at night, or the faint sound of a horse snorting in the courtyard when no horses are present (perhaps a residual echo of the coaching days). Some also whisper of a “Grey Lady” seen briefly in an upstairs corridor, though details on her identity are scant and overshadowed by Turpin’s tale.