The Ghost Party [Forest Tales Series]

Friday 4th July 2014.


This story has many variations from many countries. the basics remaining the same. My story although it was attached to the Isle of Wight, I could easily have adapted it to a place in my old home village of Brockenhurst. There is at least two places I can think of.

The Ghost Party..

Words 450.

Way back in 1821, George Maurice Bisset, the owner of the most grandest mansions to be seen, in a fit of temper he set fire to it and burnt it to the ground. This was because he did not want his daughter to inherit. This was because she had the temerity to marry a clergyman without her fathers consent. All that was left of the mansion now are two gateposts standing at the end of the long drive.

A hundred years later in the 1920s me as a young man was walking the road enjoying the scene, and making notes for my blogging stories. It was very cold night, and it was getting late. and I thought it time to try to find a room for the night.  As I went I came upon two gateposts with heraldic beasts on top of them. I was so impressed, and, given it being New Years Eve, I wondered if I could a night’s shelter here.

          I walked down the drive, and saw that there were lights ablaze in every window of the mansion, and sounds of gaiety and laughter: there was a great party going on. It was obviously  fancy dress, because the men wore powdered wigs and women were resplendent in their Georgian dresses.

I banged on the front door and on the windows, but could not get any attention. After a period I gave up: but I was half way up the drive when I thought I would go back and try again. As I turned, a black carriage pulled by four black horses came thundering down the drive from the house towards me: I flung myself into a ditch to avoid being trampled beneath the hooves. I was so shaken, bruised and very angry, that I decided not to return.

I later found a room in the village in a small, quaint lodging house. When I was talking to the landlady about my experience, she told me that the house was long gone: it had been knocked down in her great – grannies time.

The next day I decided to go back, and found nothing but an overgrown road with two old gateposts at the entrance. There were no heraldic beasts on the gateposts, no house. All he could see was a field, a tumbledown barn an old orchard, and a tangle of weeds.




32 thoughts on “The Ghost Party [Forest Tales Series]

  1. “This was because he did not his daughter to inherit. This was because she had the temerity to marry a clergyman without her fathers consent.” you are missing the ‘want’…sorry Gerry…it is the ‘editor’ in me, I can’t help myself. Oh and…”It was obviously a fancy dress, because of the men wore powdered wigs”…I know…I know. I drive myself mad when I find mistakes in my stuff.

    But I love the story. Imagine you had been able to join them. Now that would be a tale to tell. I think my brain is wired for weird stuff…that is why I love the movie “Midnight in Paris”…I would be forever wandering the streets over there at midnight hoping to run in to greats from the past and just soak them in to my skin.

  2. oh I like this one….I thought of the four horseman of the apocalypse for some reason..
    wonder if had had the door answered what he would have found inside…ro would have let out ?
    This is really good,
    Thank you for sharing…I look forward to more…
    Take Care…You Matter…

    1. So pleased you enjoyed this one,,I suppose one could make another story of their own if the door opened,, who knows… it is a series I like to do and hopefully more to follow.. Always welcome maryrose. 😉

    1. Oh yes,, feeling a lot better now,, thanks Lorna.. I have done a series of stories on my Writing Hell blog and Sitting on the Porch series. Welcome always. 😉

    1. I hope to do some more of these, like I once did,, but have to see how it goes etc.. Little like my Sitting on the Porch series.. Welcome Sandra always.. 😉

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