On arrival I started to explore the ruin and had got to a corner where there was a stone stairway that went nowhere. Truth, after all, can be stranger than fiction, but fiction can amplify the truth, make it palpable, and give it life – or in this case, afterlife. Those haunting, sorrow-filled eyes were unmistakably Anne Boleyn’s, as depicted in many portraits he had seen.

Speaking of St Michael's Mount, I was most intrigued to read in the paper this week that an underwater landslide is thought to have caused a small tsunami that sent holidaymakers and anglers scattering in Cornwall, and soaked visitors who were crossing the causeway they joins St Michael's Mount with the mainland. I ask because in a few weeks time I will be pitching up at the very, very, very haunted St Briavel's Castle in Gloucestershire.If you listened closely, amid the chorus of the drizzling rain and the soft whispers of the wind, you could hear the echoes of a past long gone but not forgotten. Originally built as a monastery but disbanded by King Henry VIII, Buckland was purchased by Sir Francis Drake in 1581 from his great rival, Sir Richard Grenville.

The building is home to all sorts of spooks – two demons, a witch, orbs and other ghostly presences, and many people who have visited the property have described it as the ‘scariest place’ they’ve ever visited. You might sense, smell or hear a ghost, but a full blown materialisation is a rare occurrence indeed. The room grew colder, and Harold felt an overpowering pressure, as if invisible hands were pushing him down into the bed. Popping in to the front pitch I was able to read a little of it's history and discovered that it was founded in 1915, as a direct result of the official report into the Titanic Disaster. Some speak of heroism, some of romance, but the ones that linger, that haunt our dreams and unsettle our nights, are tales of the unknown - of ghostly apparitions, restless souls, and unexplainable phenomena.I think there is an overlap between some of the people who are seeking answers through the more populist forms of politics and some elements of ghost belief,” says Robins. Visualize the quiet village of Pluckley, where the line between the living and the dead seems almost non-existent. This delicate balance ensures that as you read, you're not just enjoying a ghost story – you're becoming a part of Britain's vast and shadowy paranormal legacy. So yes, there are reportedly several ghost lurking in the shadows of Jack the Ripper's London and, despite the fact they seem relatively harmless, their antics certainly have the ability to send a shiver down the spine and a chill to the marrow!

Or, visit to appreciate this quintessentially-English village that’s surrounded by beautiful countryside. And they've become a part of the British identity, a testament to a history so rich that it refuses to stay buried. But its gatehouse still holds horrible secrets: visitors often report a chilling atmosphere, and its walls bear the scars of graffiti carved by long-deceased prisoners. As you delve into these tales, be forewarned: while they are grounded in Britain's storied past, they have been liberally laced with the fiction of the present.One of the great things about walking around London is the sheer joy of discovery that can be experienced as you explore the old streets. Ghosts have attacked some visitors to the mansion, and others have collapsed, whilst women who have been to the bathroom have reported seeing a floating head. So we’re told, this Cawdor Castle heiress was murdered by her father in the 1700s, after she was caught cavorting with a rival clan member.