![]() ![]() They said Madame Tindall had pierced Lord’s heart with a steak knife, twisting it for good measure, the moment she realized he’d poisoned her. The second ghost-that of said husband, Lord Tindall-had evidently been seen roaming the hallways at night, sometimes reaching to fix an off-kilter picture, though not moving it an inch. ![]() He swore he saw the ghost of Madame Tindall clawing at the walls, begging for water, claiming she’d been poisoned by her husband. The first had been spotted by a footman who’d been locked in the cellar some decades ago. ![]() The 17th-century fort was supposedly the home of two ghosts. People said Carlisle was one of the most haunted castles in Britain. I grew up here and had yet to encounter anything as scary as that brash American boy. Not a thirteen-year-old boy with a face like The Sleeping Faun sculpture-lazily beautiful, impossibly imperial. I’d always been a bit wary of Carlisle Castle, but up until ten minutes ago, I thought it was the ghosts that terrified me, not the students. The rusty metal legs of the bed whined as they scraped against the floor. I squeezed my eyes shut and rocked back and forth, curled like a shrimp on the hard mattress. ![]() Social ClubĮvery bone in my body shivered as I tried to bleach the image I’d just seen from my brain. “Dirty Little Secret”-The All-American Rejects ![]()
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