It was nearly 30 years ago when Detective Constable Roger Ryder was driving down the A456 duel carriageway from Halesowen to Hagley at approximately 1am one warm summer night.
"I was wide awake and alert," he remembers. "And I stress that I hadn't had a drink! It was a lovely night – very quiet with no traffic for miles. I'd put my foot down, probably doing about 60mph."
As Roger came up Hagley Hill, the image of The Gypsy's Tent pub – now known as The Badgers Sett - came into view on his right, the other side of carriageway.
"Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that the pub was lit up and glowing. I assumed there was a party going on. As I drew closer, suddenly the figure of a man ran out of the car park.
"He was dressed like one of the old cavalier soldiers – the big hat, boots, red uniform and sword. My initial thought was that the pub was holding a fancy dress party and some drunk was larking about.
"He ran straight across the first two lanes of the carriageway and stopped right in the middle of the central reservation. As I approached, our eyes met. It all happened so fast but I remember thinking that if he starts running again I'll never be able to stop in time.
"Suddenly he sprinted out diagonally across the road in front of me towards Hagley Hall. I slammed my breaks on but knew, at 60 mph, it was too late. I went straight into him and swung the steering wheel right round.
"My car screeched to a halt whilst spinning on its own axis a full 180 degrees. I finally came to a stop facing the opposite direction, the wrong way down a one-way main road, tyre smoke everywhere.
"I sat there in stunned silence clutching the steering wheel, thinking the absolute worst – I'd just killed a man. It was only later I recalled that there was actually no sound when my car collided with him."I sat there in stunned silence thinking the absolute worst - I'd just killed a man."
"I got out and looked for the body on the road. Nothing. I checked the field next to the car, the hedge and finally under the car itself. Nothing. It was deadly quiet. I looked across at the pub – it was in total darkness.
"I was shaking by the time I got home. I woke my wife and told her everything. I've never been into ghosts – and never seen one before or since – but I'll never forget that night.
There are other stories concerning activity within the pub which includes the opening of doors, cold spots and items being moved.