Page 6 of Murder Most Haunted

Extract from They Do It With Strings podcast

‘The Tin House’: Episode One

Noah: Welcome, dear listeners, to another spine-tingling episode of They Do It With Strings, the premier global podcast for the unknown and the unexplained. I’m Noah Camber, your guide through the shadows and the supernatural.

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[Sound effect: car horns tooting]

Noah: Now, in this series, we embark on a journey into one of the most enduring and mysterious legends of the English countryside – the tale of the White Lady of the Moor.

[Sound effect: distant howling wind, rustling leaves]

Noah: The moors, with their rolling, mist-shrouded landscapes, have long been a place of mystery and myth.

Amongst the ancient stones and windswept heather, countless stories of ghostly apparitions and eerie encounters have been whispered through generations.

But none are as haunting or as tragic as the legend of the White Lady.

Noah:The earliest written record of her belongs to a local parish notice from 1684. One Hector Spracklen, a gardener at Atherton Hall, was making his way home across the moors when he received a visitation from a ‘lady dressed head to toe in a white gown and with eyes of blood fire’.

Who was she? A grieving widow, a lost lover, or perhaps a vengeful spirit? What secrets do the moors hold, and why does her spectral form continue to appear, year after year, to those brave enough – or perhaps foolish enough – to seek her out?

[Music transitions to a suspenseful tone]

Noah: This weekend, I am privileged enough to be staying at Atherton Hall, and I will be investigating the sightings first-hand.

‘The Tin House’ series will feature live accounts of the paranormal, and a journey into the heart of the moors, where some say the veil between our world and the spectral realm is at its thinnest.

[Sound effect: footsteps crunching on gravel, distant owl hoot]