Sleeping in a haunted Victorian mansion seems like a lovely idea until it's time to go to actually go to sleep. Then you lie awake all night listening to the hiss of the radiator and the tapping of soft footsteps in the ballroom above. This was the sitting room attached to our suite. Everything left just as it was a century ago. Protected from the garish light of day by heavy velvet drapes and moth-eaten tapestries. What a strange and creepy and alluring portal to another time. I like to imagine who else has walked (or walks) these creaky oak floors in the quiet early hours.