Manis looked at me and I at her.
This would be our tenth castle and I was fed up with castles.
The previous excursion to take in the Castle of Vitorian had resulted in a rude awakening for us.
At the door was a sign advising that on certain days beginning with a T the castle ghost could be seen marauding the corridors.
Manis loved ghosts; She had an affinity with them and was eager to engage with this one.
But this was no ordinary ghost. He didn’t scream, clank chains, pop out at you but rather as you walked along you had this eerie sense of someone behind you, then beside you then in front of you then Manis screamed, her skirt had been lifted, her hair touched and then she froze as cold clammy hands grasped her neck.
At the front door of this tenth castle was a sign, ‘Beware the Castle Ghost’ with tally marks numbering fifty.
Still recovering we looked at each other and…..Nah!