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

In this latest story, Tom tells the tale of horror at the Phantom Hotel...

I’ve changed a few names in this story for legal reasons.

In March 1996, a 22-year-old secretary named Gina Williams started work at a well-known firm in Wirral.

She typed accurately at 60 words per minute, had an in-depth knowledge of Microsoft Word and Excel, and she was also fluent in French and German.

She’d only been in her office twenty minutes when a 24-year-old employee named Colin Evans came in with a tin of Quality Street and sat on the edge of her desk.

"That’s for you, Gina," he announced with a smile.

"Aww, what for?" Gina asked, looking at the tub of sweets, and Colin said, "Ah, just to welcome you to this place," and he smiled, looked at the secretary’s hair and remarked, "Rare to see a real blonde nowadays."

"Ha! I top it up a bit," said Gina, and then she saw the face of her boss Tony King glaring at Colin through the window in the door.

That door opened and King calmly said: "Colin, I’d like a word with you."

"Oh, what does Ming the Merciless want?" said Colin, under his breath, and he went into the boss’s office. King sat at his desk opposite Colin and with a face emotionless as stone he said: "Stop bothering that new girl out there.

"You’re a married man and we uphold a moral framework in this firm.

"I heard all about your illicit liaisons after the office Christmas party, and you’ve gone down in a lot of people’s estimations because of your extramarital affairs."

"What’s my private life got to do with anybody?" a flabbergasted Colin asked.

"When it’s in the workplace it’s not private, and let me just tell you your name might be on the next list of redundancies. Now wake up and smell the coffee and get back to your desk."

At noon, Colin Evans couldn’t believe his eyes when he looked through the window of Gina’s office.

Tony King and Gina were doing a very energetic dance, and when they stopped he heard King say, "Fancy a girl your age knowing how to do the cha cha!"

"Dirty old hypocrite!" growled Colin. He watched the affair blossom between his married 60-year-old boss and 22-year-old Gina.

King took her to various hotels three times a week for months, but then Colin heard a rumour; Mrs King’s brother had paid a private detective to catch his brother-in-law red-handed.

One blustery June evening after work, King pretended to give his secretary Gina a lift home in his Lexus luxury sedan, but the couple were headed for a hotel in Chester.

Noticing his car was being followed by a suspected private detective in a Mini, Tony King went on a meandering route in an effort to shake him off.

He raced through Thurstaston and headed for Heswall via Telegraph Road and turned left into the car park of a small hotel.

King waited, grinning. A minute later the private eye’s Mini flew past and continued down Telegraph Road.

"Lost him at last," gloated King, and he and Gina went into the quaint little hotel.

"Am I really worth all this cloak and dagger business, Tony?" asked Gina, and King kissed her.

The hotel receptionist said there was only one room available, and it was not really suitable because it had no windows and just a basic double bed. "It’s for emergencies and we usually just charge £5 for it. Sorry sir," said the receptionist.

"No, we’ll take it," said King, "you can’t get a decent packet of cigarettes for a fiver nowadays. What an incredible offer."

The windowless room was spacious with mustard-coloured walls, a double bed, and bare floorboards.

The couple unpacked and ordered a bottle of champagne.

The champagne never arrived, so King went to see what had happened to it but found there was no knob on the door, so he couldn’t get out of the room.

He hammered on the door with his fist and shouted but no one came.

Then Gina said, "Tony, this wall’s moving ever so slowly," and she placed her hand on the wall in question. "How can a wall be moving?" he asked with a grin, but then he stooped and looked at the bottom of the wall.

It was moving very slowly.

Ten minutes passed, and Tony had strained his throat shouting for the hotel staff – and now the wall was touching the bed.

He’d left his Nokia mobile in the car; otherwise he’d have called the police.

The moving wall turned the bed on its end and began crushing the bedstead. Gina and Tony ended up pressed flat against the wall, unable to move, and as Gina said a prayer, a hatch opened in the ceiling and the face of a grinning man appeared in it.

"Thou shalt not commit adultery, eh?" he said – and Gina cried out in agony and Tony fainted as his ribs cracked.

The couple were found next to the Lexus with injuries thought to be consistent with a hit and run incident.

There was no trace of any little Hotel on Telegraph Road and King, fearing the incident was some supernatural warning against adultery, stopped seeing Gina.

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