Raynham Hall

The Brown Lady of Raynham Hall.

This ghost is thought to be Lady Dorothy Warpole, sister of Sir Robert Warpole, who was Britain's first Prime Minister and resided at nearby Houghton Hall.

She was mistress of the manor during the early 18th century.

In 1835, Major Loftus, a family friend, no relation to Mayor Loftus from our current spooky fave Widow's Bay on Apple TV, was attending a party at the hall when in the early hours encountered the Brown Lady.

He stated, a handsome woman dressed in brown, but to his horror, two empty eye sockets representing the place where her eyes should have been.

Apparently, on hearing this tale, all the staff at Raynham Hall handed in their notice.

The next person to account to the brown lady was Captain Frederick Marriott.

in 1836.

And if you stand quietly enough when the dusk light turns the red bricks dark, you might just wonder, is that only the wind whistling through the old eaves, or is it just Anne checking to make sure she's still home? Now, when the mist rises off the salt marshes of Norfolk, the damp creeps straight into your marrow.

Out in that quiet, flat country sits Raynham Hall, a place of grand chimneys, polished oak, and 300 years of suffocating silence.

Now, folks around those parts know that grand manors aren't just built out of bricks and lime.

Oh, no, they're built out of secrets, and when a cruel man locks away a living soul behind thick oak doors, the walls, they don't forgive.

Oh, no, that would invite scandal.

Instead, he simply erased her.

He stripped Dorothy of her fine status, tore her away from her children, and locked her in the high, drafty apartments of Raynham Hall.

She was never permitted to cross the threshold, never allowed to look upon her children, and barred from speaking to anyone save the servant who brought her stale bread and tallow candles.

And if you stand quietly enough when the dusk light turns the red bricks dark, you might just wonder, is that only the wind whistling through the old eaves, or is it just Anne checking to make sure she's still home? Now, when the mist rises off the salt marshes of Norfolk, the damp creeps straight into your marrow.

Out in that quiet, flat country sits Raynham Hall, a place of grand chimneys, polished oak, and three hundred years of suffocating silence.

Now, folks around those parts know that grand manors aren't just built out of bricks and lime.

Oh, no. They're built out of secrets.

That would invite scandal.

Instead, he simply erased her.

He stripped Dorothy of her fine status, tore her away from her children, and locked her in the high, drafty apartments of Raynham Hall.

She was never permitted to cross the threshold, never allowed to look upon her children, and barred from speaking to anyone save the servant who brought her stale bread and tallow candles.

and blight manor that one's good too both of those are good well done yeah

Have you heard of the Brown Lady of Raynham Hall? No.

I'm curious.

I think of this whenever I think of haunted houses.

But it is a ghost that haunts Raynham Hall in England, in Norfolk, England.

And it is like the most famous ghost photo that exists called the Brown Lady.

And it's called the Brown Lady because of the brown dress that people claim

Although...

We'll explore the origins of spirit photography, examine some of the most famous photographs ever taken that appear to capture the dead.

This includes the Brown Lady of Raynham Hall, Freddie Jackson's ghost, the Tulip Staircase ghost and the Newby Church monk.

And we'll ask why almost all of these famous images come from the distant past.

So as we enter October, let us ask together, can the dead be photographed? Listener discretion is advised as each episode of How Haunted will feature gruesome tales, horrific happenings, bloody murder and ghosts.

And others have been forgotten entirely, lost to time.

Yet when people talk about ghost photographs today, the same small group of images tend to reappear.

The Brown Lady of Raynham Hall.

Lord Cumbermere.

And if you stand quietly enough when the dusk light turns the red bricks dark, you might just wonder, is that only the wind whistling through the old eaves? Or is it just Anne checking to make sure she's still home? Now, when the mist rises off the salt marshes of Norfolk, the damp creeps straight into your marrow.

Out in that quiet, flat country sits Raynham Hall, a place of grand chimneys, polished oak, and three hundred years of suffocating silence.

Now, folks around those parts know that grand manors aren't just built out of bricks and lime.

Oh, no. They're built out of secrets.

That would invite scandal.

Instead, he simply erased her.

He stripped Dorothy of her fine status, tore her away from her children, and locked her in the high, drafty apartments of Raynham Hall.

She was never permitted to cross the threshold, never allowed to look upon her children, and barred from speaking to anyone save the servant who brought her stale bread and tallow candles.