One dark winter night. I was alone in an old house. It was a long way from other houses, and there was no telephone. At first I wasn't afraid, because I don't believe in ghosts. But at midnight I heard a sudden noise...

It was like a very strong cat's scratch. At the beginning it wasn't very annoying but eventually it started to be louder and louder. I could'nt understand anything: neither where the source of the noise was located nor what could it be. Some minutes later it stopped. I sighed with relief and continued working.

But at the midnight a noise could be heard again. Then I was really scared. I took a small flashlight and stepped out my room. Oh God, why didn't I stay in a warm safe room?.. In the mirror ehind me I saw a ghost of a young tall woman. She was wearing green dress and her face was too sad even for a ghost. She disappeared without saying anything, but I can take an oath that she was singing a sorry song in a quiet voice.

This song has been haunting me from that night. It was a ballad written by Ann Boleyn, the queen of England beheaded in 1536. Her greensleeves, sung by Henry The Eight, are still in my memory.

And the house I stayed was the patrimony of Boleyns, called Heever Castle. It was built many   centuries ago, even before Ann Boleyn's grandfather got it. And her "guiltless ghost" still appears in the place of birth.

Что-то я разошлась. х) Если что, обрежьте.