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san4uzel · Joined: 16 Nov 2006 Posts: 71 Location: British

The Story of 50 Berkeley Square, London

Our story starts on Christmas Eve 1887, In the fashionable West End of London, a time when Jack The Ripper was still terrorising the women who walked the streets.
A policeman was walking his usual beat, when he decided to huddle in to doorway to avoid the thick fog.

He became aware of 2 sailors who had been celebrating in fine style.
The policeman, wanting no trouble told the sailors " to get along".
Staggering away singing, they realised there was no way they were going to make it back to their ship, and so decided to search for somewhere to spend the night.

Seeing an empty house with a "to let" notice, and a half open window, they decided to make use of it for the evening.
Once settled, they lit a fire and settled down for the night.

They had not long been asleep when they were awoken by the sound of heavy footsteps and the creaking of un oiled hinges.
Seeing a white, shapeless beast with long talons, Robert Martin, one of the sailors ran from the house screaming, he hoped to find the policeman they had spoken with earlier.
The other sailor was too terrified to move, so terrified infact that he was unable to move.

Mad with fear and so relieved to see the policeman he managed to string enough words together to tell the dreadful tale of Number 50 Berkeley Square.
Together they ran back to the house, just in time to hear a blood curdling scream and see smashing of glass and the sailor falling to his death, impaling himself on the railings below.
The dead man's eyes were wide and staring.
Did he jump or was he thrown to his death?
Whatever it was had frightened the man to death.

Further invesigation, showed that the house was feared by many local people. Mr Dupre' The first owner of the house was forced to keep an insane member of the family locked in his room. It was said that servants in the house were so terrified of the man, that he was fed through a hole in the door.

After the death of the family member, a young servant was given the room as sleeping quarters. Soon after they had settled for the evening the house was awoken by dreadful screaming. On reaching her room they discovered her huddled in the corner, a nervous wreck. What ever it what who had frightened her so had left her mad with terror and the poor girl never recovered.

The house remained empty for some time until it was bought by Mr Benson who believed firmly in the presence of the evil spirit and would never venture into the room. A friend of his Sir Robert Warboys, egged on by his friends decided to prove everyone wrong by spending an evening in the room. After much persuasion the owner agreed, but only on the condition that this friend was armed and had a bell which he could use to summon help.

Laying down on his bed for the night, pistol in one hand and bell in the other. He settled down for the night. Mr Benson however was unsettled. He sat on the edge of his chair, waiting, listening for the slightest sound.

Not long after the stroke of 12, he heard the sound of a ringing bell and a gun shot. He ran up the stairs taking them 2 at a time. Inside the room he discovered his friend lying across the bed. He face white and stiff with fear. But on closer examination, Sir Robert showed no sign of being shot, infact there were no wounds at all.

Even though 2 poor souls had already died in the room it did not seem to bother Lord Lyttleton, who bravely ( or stupidly) decided to spend an evening in the room. He sat up in bed, loaded his gun with silver pennies and awaited the return of the Phantom. Lord Lyttleton at least managed to surive the night, but not before he had fired his gun. What ever it was had flew at him and then dropped like a stone and then vanished.

Since that time, several others have claimed to have seen other ghosts at no' 50 Berkeley Sqaure. A child in scottish dress, a young girl screaming clinging to the window sill, are amongst them. There have also been reports of cries, footsteps, slamming windows and ringing bells.

Now, still standing, No' 50 Berkeley square is a respectable office and the owners report nothing abnormal.

Perhaps its ghosts and Phantoms have finally been laid to rest.