Ah now here we come to The Old Manor, a delightful 17th-century pub in Bracknell that was once one of only two buildings that stood alone in the middle of Ascot Heath.

In Tudor times, persecuted priests sought refuge here and hid in the secret 'priest-holes'. One of these hooded figures however still wanders the building, alone and frightened. Not as frightened as you would be if you encountered him though, ooh what a nasty shock. I believe he's been nicknamed Old Fred.

Though he, my dear visitors, is not the only ghost here. We also have a pub-loving spirit called Bert who frequented the bar in the early 1970s. A spirit who loves the spirit eh! Hoho, well, he appeared shortly after his death and can so easily be recognised as he had a rather portly frame, red face and handlebar moustache, oh, and he always wore a large chequered hat.

Come on! This isn't a pub crawl you know. Now fancy a trip to the theatre? Let us venture on to South Hill Park, but we're not to see a play, no, instead, we're to go back in time.

This beautiful Italianate mansion was built in 1760 and passed into the hands of many. The last occupier of the house in it's original state was Major Rickman OBE, who acquired it by inheritance in 1929.

Shhh! Listen…. Can you hear the faint ghostly wailing? Don't be scared dear you're with me, listen, a rattling of keys, and wait! What's that banging? Wrap up now as it's suddenly very cold, and oh! Why did that stiff door suddenly swing shut? Come back here sir, don't try and escape, it's only the Major.

Yes Major Rickman, we know it's you, stop that noise will you. Now let's go to the gents, yes, ladies can come too, for this is where the gunroom used to be. This is where the Major shot himself to end a life plagued by crippling debts.

Poor man, he can sometimes be seen at the top of the stairs, but he is wary of humans and looks fearful, he daren't go past them.

Now just near the theatre is the Horse and Groom pub -yes another pub hoho! - where two mysterious occurrences have happened. Let's go in shall we, and go upstairs. Look! Here we have an elderly lady, she doesn't notice us see, for she is too busy doing little household chores - unfortunately for the occupiers her cleaning doesn't substantiate itself in the living world.

What did use to happen though was this: The spirits cabinet used to mysteriously unlock itself, even after the lock was changed….the workings of a ghost who fancies a tipple I'd wager - apparently it has something to do with a murder which occurred at the Inn in 1810. Details of this was sadly lost however.

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