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      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4057664619945

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       PREFACE

       THE GREEN BANK HOTEL, BARDSLEY THE RACE FOR LIFE

       NO. — SOUTHGATE STREET BRISTOL THE NOTORIOUS SERVANT WHO ANSWERS THE DOOR

       MULREADY VILLA, NEAR BASINGSTOKE THE BLACK CLOCK

       NO. — PARK STREET, BATH THE HORRIBLE COUGHING ON THE STAIRS

       THE MINERY, DEVON THE MAN WITH THE BUCKET

       THURLOW HALL, [3] NEAR EXETER FIRE! FIRE! BRING ME FIRE!

       THE GUILSBOROUGH GHOST

       PART I

       PART II

       WOLSEY ABBEY, NEAR GLOUCESTER THE DREADFUL SMELL

       NO. XYZ EUSTON ROAD THE LITTLE OLD WOMAN IN THE HELIOTROPE SKIRT

       PANMAUR HOLLOW MERIONETH THE BLACK PEDLAR

       CATCHFIELD HALL, THE MIDLANDS THE TERRIBLE HEADS THAT RISE THROUGH THE FLOOR

       THE STORY

       BURLE FARM, NORTH DEVON THE HEADLESS DOG AND THE EVIL TREE

       CARNE HOUSE, NEAR NORTHAMPTON THE MAN IN THE FLOWERY DRESSING-GOWN AND THE BLACK CAT

       HARLEY HOUSE, PORTISHEAD THE BLACK ANTENNÆ

       THE WAY MEADOW, SOMERSET THE INVISIBLE HORROR

       NO. — HACKHAM TERRACE SWINDON THE GHASTLY SCREAMS ON THE STAIRCASE

       APPENDIX TO NO. — HACKHAM TERRACE, SWINDON

       PARK HOUSE, WESTMINSTER THE CAVALIER’S GHOST

       GLOSSARY

PREFACE

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      In selecting a series of ghost stories for this volume I have taken the greatest care to make use of those only which are thoroughly well authenticated.

      The result of this discrimination has been that the majority of these accounts of psychic phenomena have been taken from the lips of eye-witnesses and transferred to manuscript in as nearly as possible the narrator’s own language.

      First-hand narratives of unfamiliar hauntings, albeit they refer to the meaner class of houses, will, I think, be more welcome to the reader than the mere repetition of such hackneyed stories as those appertaining to Glamis Castle, the Tower of London, &c.

      In one other point, too, this work may be said to differ from others dealing with the same subject—viz., it is compiled and written by a very keen psychic—one who has not only investigated (and lectured on) haunted houses, but has himself seen many occult manifestations.

      As there have been several libel cases quite recently in connection with the alleged haunting of houses, I have been obliged (save where it is stated to the contrary) to give fictitious names to both people and localities.

      Elliott O’Donnell.

      Guilsborough, Northampton.

      HAUNTED HOUSES

THE GREEN BANK HOTEL,

       BARDSLEY

       THE RACE FOR LIFE

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      Technical form of apparitions: Phantasms of the dead

      Source of authenticity: Evidence of eye-witness

      Cause of haunting: Murder

      One afternoon in the July of this year I took tea with Lady B—— at her club in the West End. Lady B—— is a very old friend of mine, our friendship dating back to the days when I wore Eton collars and a preparatory school cap. She was in unusually high spirits at the thought of a cruise in the Baltic, whilst I was equally exuberant at being once again in London after a very trying sojourn in a particularly remote and isolated town—a town renowned for pilchards, pasties and Painters.

      Now, there is nothing mean nor petty about Lady B——; she is generosity itself: so kind, so courteous, and withal so daintily pretty that to be near her, even, is to be in Elysium.

      Remembering the interest I had always taken in matters psychical, she had invited several friends especially to meet me, and it was from one of them—Miss Charlotte Napier—that I heard the following story:

      “Chancing to be stranded late one night at Bardsley,” she began, “owing to a slight miscalculation of the time-table, I had no other resource than to put up at the Green Bank Hotel in Russell Street.

      “It was a very ordinary hotel; ordinary both in accommodation and appearance. One part of it—that in which I slept—possibly dated back to the Elizabethan period, but the rest—most hideously renovated—was quite modern.

      “Outside my room—No. 56—was a long and somewhat gloomy corridor connecting the old and new portions of the house.

      “I retired to rest about eleven—closing time—and had been asleep barely an hour before I awoke with a start to find the room flooded with a pale, phosphorescent light.

      “The moon shone through my window-panes: it gleamed with an unearthly whiteness across the bed, and thence across the room,

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