Okay,so, here is quite a weird story.
In the autumn of 2003 I was with my friend in staffordshire, we were hiking, it was getting late and the sun was starting to set, there was nobody around,when we came to a forest and began to walk along a dirt trail, we were talking to each other about random stuff when suddenly we heard a loud scream, it sounded like a woman, we were a bit spooked, but we ran towards the direction of the scream, and we were shouting and asking whether she was okay and asking were she was.
she screamed again and she sounded like she was crying, so we kept running, until we came across an old brick house, that had decayed in the many years of its abandonment, the crying was coming from near the house in what seemed to be the old backyard, when the crying stopped, and the forest was silent, we again asked if she was okay, and we started walking, we were bloody terrified, we were nearing the spot when suddenly my friend pointed out a sound from the back of the house, leaves crinkling, it sounded like someone was running, so we ran over to the source, when we saw a large black horse running past us, with a man wearing a old fashioned puffy shirt, and black trousers and big black boots, as well as a hat, my friend honestly saw more of it, I only saw a rough blur of the guy and the big horse running off, but the real creepy thing was that when we went back to where the girl was crying, there was nothing there, anyway, we hightailed it back to my car and headed home.
We later found out that during the late 1700's there was an infamous criminal roaming about the area and in 1788 he raped and killed a woman outside of her grandfathers home, he was later found and hanged.