Hester, an elderly nurse, recounts a chilling experience from her youth. She was the nurse to a little girl called Rosamond. After Rosamond’s parents died, Hester took her to live at Furnivall Manor, a grand but eerie old house in Northumberland, owned by the elderly Miss Furnivall. And then mysterious things begin to happen… A typical Victorian ghost story that shows how cruelty and secrecy can haunt future generations.
“She said, that she had fancied that she should like to go to Dorothy, for that both the old ladies were asleep, and it was very dull in the drawing-room; and that, as she was going through the west lobby, she saw the snow through the high window falling–falling–soft and steady; but she wanted to see it lying pretty and white on the ground; so she made her way into the great hall: and then, going to the window, she saw it bright and soft upon the drive; but while she stood there, she saw a little girl, not so old as she was, “but so pretty,” said my darling; “and this little girl beckoned to me to come out; and oh, she was so pretty and so sweet, I could not choose but go.” And then this other little girl had taken her by the hand, and side by side the two had gone round the east corner.”