According to The Legendary Lore of the Holy Wells of England by Robert Charles Hope (1893), ‘Near the church is the famous well of “Our Lady,” to which pilgrimages were wont to be made...
There is a story associated with the road between Beck Row and Holywell Row. One version suggests a large figure appeared before a group of people near to Aspal Hall saying either "Don’t fear me – fear my follower!" (or ‘Don’t fear me, fear what follows me’). As he vanished there was a huge gust of wind.
‘In the little village of Acton, Suffolk, a legend was current not many years ago, that on certain occasions, which, by the way, were never accurately defined, the park gates were wont to fly open at midnight “withouten hands," and a carriage drawn by four spectral horses, and accompanied by headless grooms and outriders, proceeded with great rapidity from the park to a spot called
Tradition says an iron chest of money is concealed: if any daring person ventures to approach the pond, and throw a stone into the water, it will ring against the chest ; and a small white figure has been heard to cry in accents of distress, ‘That’s mine’. [W Sparrow Simpson from Notes and Queries 1889 & County Folk-Lore: Suffolk (1893) Lady Camilla Gurdon]
The following is extracted from County Folklore: Suffolk (1893). ‘In Melton stands the ‘Horse & Groom’ inn – in the days of toll-bar gates (thirty years ago) occupied by one Master Fisher.
According to County Folklore: Suffolk (1893) ‘Old Shock is a mischievous goblin, in the shape of a great dog, or of a calf, haunting highways and footpaths in the dark.
A old resident of Clopton Green is said to have encountered something with two saucer shaped eyes on the road to Woolpit. The description of saucer shaped eyes is often associated with Black Dogs. This thing apparently told the man that "I shall want you within a week." Being an omen of death is also associated with Black Dogs. The man apparently died the following night.
According to ‘County Folk-Lore: Suffolk’ (1893) edited by Lady Camilla Gurdon, ‘In years gone by there lived at Dallinghoo a "Widow Shawe who committed suicide by cutting her throat. She now haunts the lanes and flits by without feet. She has been seen by many, and amongst those whom she has startled is Mrs. H., a thatcher’s wife.