The Great Thunderstorm of Widecombe-in-the-Moor, Dartmoor in England, took place on 21 October 1638, when the church of St Pancras was apparently struck by ball lightning during a severe thunderstorm. An afternoon service was taking place at the time and the building was packed with worshippers. Four of them were killed, around 60 injured, and the building severely damaged.
Written accounts by eyewitnesses tell of a strange darkness, powerful thunder, and “a great ball of fire�?ripping through a window and tearing part of the roof open. It is said to have rebounded through the church, killing some members of the congregation and burning many others.
The priest, George Lyde, was unhurt, but his wife ”had her ruff and the linen next her body, and her body, burnt in a very pitiful manner�? The head of local warrener Robert Mead struck a pillar so hard that it left an indentation. His skull was shattered and his brain hurled to the ground. A gentleman called Roger Hill was thrown violently against a wall and died instantly. His son, sitting next to him, was unhurt.
Some are said to have suffered burns to their bodies, but not their clothes. A dog is reported to have run out of the door, was hurled around as if by a mini tornado, and fell dead to the ground.
According to local legend it was the result of a visit by the devil, who had made a pact with a local card player and gambler called Jan Reynolds. The deal was that if the devil ever found him asleep in church, he could have his soul. Jan was said to have nodded off during the service that day, with his pack of cards in his hand.
The devil headed for Widecombe via the Tavistock Inn, in nearby Poundsgate, where he stopped for refreshment. The landlord reported a visit by a man in black, riding a jet black horse. The stranger ordered a mug of ale, and it hissed as it went down his throat. He finished his drink, put the mug down on the bar, where it left a scorch mark, and left some money. As they rode away, the landlord found that the coins had turned to dried leaves in his hand.
The devil tethered his horse to one of the pinnacles at Widecombe Church, captured the sleeping Jan Reynolds, and rode away into the storm. As they flew over nearby Birch Tor, the four aces fell to the ground, and today, if you stand at Warren House Inn, you can still see four ancient field enclosures, each shaped like the symbols from a pack of cards.
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