The Tale of the Count

We hope you all had a fun night, maybe some of you mere mortals saw that which you did not want to see on the night of Samhain? We went on a guided tour of haunted Chiswick, in West London, hosted by 'The Count'. We experienced many trials across the night, trials that would make even the most hardened ghost hunter weep into their crucifix.....

let the tale begin.................

Bad Potter!

Georgie preparing for the events

Two vampires we met on the way

An entryway to hell en route

The first main area we stopped at, below, is haunted by the 'Grey Ghost', this park has seen numerous sightings of this spectre

Below is the most haunted ground level flat in all of Chiswick. The Count told the story of 1940's, the last time anyone ever lived in it, because of the stench of death permeating the level. Now a solitary guardian lives above, with his carefully maintained chariots of justice out front, to keep the smell of spirits inside...............

Upon leaving we then entered the underpass nearby. The Count informed us of the sad demise of a young Asian man, who sometimes can be seen staggering around the haunted zone.

We found a foot. Maybe his foot?

And now, human underlings, we come to one of the most haunted zones.... prepare yourselves for the tale of the Cromwell Two! This graveyard ( and accompanying Church ) is the site where Oliver Cromwell's two daughters can sometimes be seen floating around the graveyard, looking for the head of their executed Padre.

Luckily the count had prepared "Zombie Phlegm" and "Spook Juice" to keep out those winter chills

After consuming said beverages, a mysterious ooze appeared at our collective pins, perhaps the gravesite of Senor Cromwell was joining in with our revellery from beneath?

We toasted and celebrated the life of Cromwell and his two lovely daughters!

Below was a strange, an unsettling part of the tour. The Count took us down a winding and perilous pathway to the riverside.

Whilst there a strange mist enveloped the area, coming nearer and nearer to the group.

Thankfully the protective amulets The Count had given us earlier kept the evil at bay!

Our final resting place, above, was the sad tale of the lonely ghost. Unfortunately we were so overcome by the spook juice we cant remember quite how sad the tale was, but the darkness was pressing in by now, and everyone wanted sausages.

Suddenly our protective amulets leapt off our collective wrists and began writhing around in the air, as if filled with the spirits of the dead!

Upon which they burst into flames! Christ Alive!

The spirits then took to the skies, screaming with glee as they rocketed upward.

Upon our return to the castle belonging to The Count, we found that even the pumpkin couldnt wait for the sausages and delicious pumpkin soup prepared for us!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!