Tees-Side International, Brian Champley, Ground Services Manager relates his story:

It was during the second FIghter Command period, in late 1958 to be exact. THe Hunters of 92 Squadron had returned to join the Javelins of 33 Squadron, which was formed from 264 Squadron at Leeming, slightly further to the south of us.

After about a year, there was a Warrant Officer Poole working late on a winter's evening, seven o'clock, on a document called a Form 700. This is a document appertaining purely to aeroplanes. Working away in his little place in the annexe to Number One hangar, he felt a presence in the room, looked up and saw a Second World War pilot.

The guy  stood in front of him, so lifelike that Poole said, "Yes sir, what can I do for you?". His description was complete flying clobber, helmet, goggles--the whole issue. And as Warrant Officer Poole put the question to the pilot, this thing just literally walked through a wall. Warrant Officer Poole didn't drink much, quite a stable sort of character, but he was severely shaken. The following day, it was written up in the local press.

That was all that was heard from then on until the whole place finished as a military airfield early in 1964. It was handed over because of political pressures to build a civil airport, because communications in the area were lacking. So the Government said "Right, that's it. Now you've got a Civil Airport in the area."

By then I had left the RAF as a serving member, but stayed here with the Air Ministry. Eventually I left the Air Ministry and the very next morning, started work with the Ministry of Aviation, which is now the CIvil Aviation Authority. We were immediately seconded to Middlesbrough Corporation and, of course, taken over and paid by them.

Getting back to the ghost. Two years from start, which takes us up to late 1965, a young apprentice in Number Four hangar, quite a way from the original Number One, was working on an aiarcraft at about five o'clock in the evening. He was working on the main-plane of this civil aircraft when he thought he heard something, looked up and there was this guy, standing there. "Can I help you?" asked the apprentice. The thing just walked away through a corrugated sheet. Never been seen since.