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Things that go bump in the night #3
Posted by Viv Wilson on 22nd June 2020 in Growing Up In a Stately Home | hoar cross hall,Meynell,ghost,attic,basement,butler
...with the footman and while she was gone the child had had a fit and died. We found her grave in the local churchyard – I think she was about 8 years old. All very sad but it didn’t stop me being absolutely terrified every time I went to bed. Climbing the huge staircase at night on my own, often using a torch to save leaving the lights on, was no fun! Walking along the bedroom corridor knowing there were all those dark empty rooms nearby, well, your imagination runs wild I can tell you!
My brothers and I had turned one of the attic rooms into a ‘den’ for us to hang out in. We found an old table and chairs to take up there and I had an ancient typewriter...
Things that go bump in the Night #3
Posted by Viv Wilson on 9th May 2021 in Growing Up In a Stately Home | hoar cross hall,Meynell,ghost,haunted,attic,servant girl,suits of armour,grave,churchyard
...with the footman and while she was gone the child had had a fit and died. We found her grave in the local churchyard – I think she was about 8 years old. All very sad but it didn’t stop me being absolutely terrified every time I went to bed. Climbing the huge staircase at night on my own, often using a torch to save leaving the lights on, was no fun! Walking along the bedroom corridor knowing there were all those dark empty rooms nearby, well, your imagination runs wild I can tell you!
My mum next to the grave of the ghost girl
My brother Gavin and I had turned one of the attic rooms into a ‘den’ for us to hang out in. We found an old tabl...Things that go bump in the night #3
Posted by Viv Wilson on 13th April 2022 in Growing Up In a Stately Home | hoar cross hall,Meynell,ghost,haunted,attic,typewriter,suits of armour,Bridgerton,keeping up with the aristocrats,Downton Abbey
...with the footman and while she was gone the child had had a fit and died. We found her grave in the local churchyard – I think she was about 8 years old. All very sad but it didn’t stop me being absolutely terrified every time I went to bed. Climbing the huge staircase at night on my own, often using a torch to save leaving the lights on, was no fun! Walking along the bedroom corridor knowing there were all those dark empty rooms nearby, well, your imagination runs wild I can tell you!
This is what our den looked like
Gavin and I had turned one of the attic rooms into a ‘den’ for us to hang out in. We found an old table and chairs to take up t...