ABOUT twenty years ago, I was living with my husband and children in
Barnes. My daughter was studying for an examination and frequently
sat up till one or two o'clock working. Sometimes we heard her
calling out, and she complained of being visited by a middle-aged
lady dressed in grey.
One night we had all gone to bed, when I heard her calling in great
distress. I made up my mind to go and sleep with her, thinking she was
over-wrought by her studies. I had hardly laid down beside her when
the door opened and a lady in grey came slowly in. I felt myself
shaking, and my daughter called out: “What is the matter, mother? You
are trembling.” I was anxious to hide the fact that I saw anything,
and remained silent. “Mother, there she goes,” she called out, and I
saw the apparition disappear through the wall.
Afterwards, I heard from a woman who had been servant in the house
before we bought it, that a lady answering to my description of our
visitor had died in that room.