I did a spooky
Earlier this year one of my other close friends came to me with a proposition, to attend a local(ish) ghost hunt at Gressenhall Farm and Workhouse.
Despite being a horror fanatic I’m also sceptical, especially when people want me to believe something and pay them for the privilege. But I pride myself on being as open-minded as I can be, and after the last eighteen months of barely leaving the house, I promised myself I’d take advantage of more opportunities.
So long ramble short, I attended a ghost hunt last weekend.
It was a unique experience and not one that banished my scepticism. It was, however, good fun despite being bloody freezing (what do you expect wandering around a workhouse at 1am in November) but it was dry and still so bonus points.
We got to explore several areas of the workhouse, including the Laundry, the Cottage, a shop that wasn’t a shop (it looks like a shop now because of museums, but back in the day it was a casual worker dormitory), a boardroom and the chapel.
We also got half an hour to wander around independently and that was great, I got some cool pictures of a place I’d normally only see in daylight hours.
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