It was a legend from a spooky past
a manor house where party guests
had played their hide and seek – it
was in Hampshire – a place called
Bramshill House, where at parties
laughter and merriment were key
measures of success – the bride went
off, looking for a hidey hole, and on a
gloomier floor, she found an ideal spot.
So in shadowy spaces she: discovering a
heavy wooden chest, fine carved and
ornate – slid inside, pulling the lid
tightly shut – after the party - guests
sought her high and low, until giving
up the ghost – they thought she might
have fled - avoiding the nuptial bed,
but was found years later, macabre
and decomposed – some say they
hear her pleading to be freed, which
echoes throughout upper floors.
She'd been weary of dancing, she'd
explained, until the chest held fast.