Here we come to the old churchyard of the long-gone Arborfield Hall. If you wait quietly near the yew tree here at midnight every 1st day in January, you will encounter a heart-broken murdered bride, who drifts solemnly to the tree to await her love's arrival for their marriage.

She was a maid at the hall and she was to be wedded to the gardener, but the butler, enraged with murderous jealousy that she did not choose him, brutally murdered her and destroyed what was to be a union of true love.

If we enter The Butt Inn in Aldermaston - no we can't have a pint sir - it's inhabited by a mischievous little spirit. If you hide in a corner you see the cheeky ghost - whose identity is unknown, turn on the taps and slam the doors.

Moving swiftly on to the Little Angel Inn in Remenham, near Henley. Oh go on then have a tipple, but I warn you that I am taking us all back in time to the 1950s - wooooosh! - here we are now in 1952, and that couch in the corner has suddenly appeared. Now sit ye down on the chairs, not the couch!

What's that noise? Ah! It's the ghost of Mary Blandy rapping on the door, she is sobbing, I'll let her in. Don't be afraid, see, she just rushes up the stairs slamming the doors there, she's running away you see.

She was a thirty-two year old spinster from Henley, a pretty girl with a £10,000 dowry who fell in love with a married man, much to her father's disapproval.

When the father died in 1752 townsfolk accused her of poisoning him. She was chased over the bridge into Berkshire where she rushed to the Little Angel where her friend Mrs Davis was the landlady.

However, she was caught, convicted and hanged. Then, from 1952 until 1955 Mary haunted the Little Angel. Shhh she's coming downstairs now, see as she sits on the couch, she's hysterical, her tormented spirit will not rest.

Now we are here in Wokingham for a quick pitstop outside the grand Easthampstead Park, a glorious Jacobean building built in 1868 after the original structure was demolished in 1860.

Here the ghost of Lady Downshire is often seen gliding along the landing and down the main staircase. She is fairly harmless though, and has been seen by many past pupils at the school to which the building is attached.

On the borders of Berkshire here we find ourselves in Finchampstead, at the Queen's Oak to be precise. Sit yourselves down in the lounge bar here, yes, see, there sits a little old lady at the bar. She always sits there in her favourite seat you see, enjoying a ghostly tipple I'd imagine. According to a séance undertaken some years ago, she was the grandmother of a little boy who had lived somewhere in the area.

We'll go to the eerie lane between Hurst and Hinton, all stand here and watch poor heartbroken Molly Tape, see her running down the lane, scantily-clad mind you, see!

Poor Molly was driven to suicide, see her swollen face, bulging eyes and bruised neck, ugggh. She was a local who entered into a passionate love affair with a farmer named Dick Darval. But later Dick shunned her, leaving Molly broken hearted, and eventually broken-necked, as in despair she hanged herself in this very lane.

An old song about Dick indicates that Molly may have unsuccessfully tried her hand at witchcraft in order to win him back. Poor poor Molly, she will forever wander this restless path.

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