Tuesday, 27 September 2016

Original Source: Violet Tweedale tells of a Unique Ghost?


   Violet Tweedale (1862-1936) was quite possibly the kind of Scotswoman who are not made any more.  Born as Violet Chambers, she was a member of the famous Edinburgh publishing family and became a novelist, short-story writer, spiritualist, member of the renowned occult society the Order of the Golden Dawn.  She was also a theosophist, traveller, philanthropist and more.  Her book Ghosts I Have Seen (1919), from which the passed below is culled, is a thoughtful and intelligent exploration of the interaction of the supernatural on this plane.  Her length account, quoted in full below, occupies ten pages of her book (pp. 165-74), and is a unique and complex tale.
   Who is the Tudor styled lady spotted here and what is the unnamed entity which converses with the distinctly un-psychic Lord Wynford?  We will possibly never know.
   
   Captain Eric Streatfield (of the Gordon Highlanders), mentioned in the account, died of consumption in South Africa in 1902.  Lord Wynford was William Draper Montague Best, 3rd baron Wynford.  His wife was another Scot, born Caroline Eliza Baillie, daughter of Evan Baillie of Dochfour.



   At that period the great topic of conversation amongst ghost-hunters was Glamis Castle, the most celebrated of all haunted houses. No ghost book is ever considered complete without reference to this celebrated Castle, and the story usually narrated is, that in the secret room some abnormal horror lived, and that the heir, Lord Glamis, and the factor, had to be told of its existence by the Earl of Strathmore in person. This information was of so terrible a nature that it changed not only the lives of those two men, but even their personal appearance. They grew aged and haggard in a single night.  This story was readily discussed in old days by members of the Strathmore family, who were just as keen as outsiders were to probe the mystery. To-day it is universally believed that the monstrosity is at last laid to rest, and that though other ghosts still walk the Castle, the worst has departed forever.  I went one afternoon to see the Wynfords in the hotel in which they stayed whilst in Scotland, and found Lady Reay with them. She was a wonderful woman in her way, and preserved her youth up till very late in life. Lord Wynford was not present, and Lady Wynford at once greeted me by exclaiming, "We are going to stay at Glamis next week, and Lady Reay has been there and seen a ghost."





   "But not the ghost," admitted Lady Reay.
   "Then what did you see? " I inquired.  She then told the following story, which has a sequel :  " I had been in the Castle for three nights and much to my satisfaction seen absolutely nothing.  We were a very cheery party, and every one was frightfully thrilled and nervously expectant, but we were very careful not to breathe the word ' ghost ' before our host and hostess.  "On the fourth night I was awakened by a moaning sound in my room, and I opened my eyes. The room was in total darkness, but I saw something very bright near the door. I shut my eyes instantly, and pulled the bedclothes over my head in a paroxysm of fear.  I longed to light my candles, but didn't dare, and the moaning continued, and I thought I should go quite mad.
    "At last I ventured to peep out again. I saw a woman dressed exactly like Mary Tudor, in her pictures,
and she was wandering round the walls, flinging herself against them, like a bird against the bars of a cage, and beating her hands upon the walls, and all the time she moaned horribly. I'm sure she was the ghost of a mad woman. Her face and form were lit up exactly like a picture thrown upon a magic lantern screen, and every detail of her dress was clearly defined.
   "Luckily she never looked at me, or I should have screamed, and I thought of Lord and Lady I. sleeping in the next room to mine, and wondered how I could reach them. I was really too terrified to move, and the ghost kept more or less to that part of the room where the door was situated.
    "I must have lain there awake for two or three  hours, sometimes with my head buried under the clothes, sometimes peeping out, when at last the moaning suddenly stopped. I opened my eyes.  Thank God, I was alone. The ghost had departed. 
   " I lay with wide open eyes till daybreak. Then the first thing I did was to run to the mirror to see if my hair had turned white. Mercifully it hadn't, but I looked an awful wreck. 
   " I told just a few people what I had seen, and contrived to get a wire sent me before lunch. Early in the afternoon I was on the way to Edinburgh."  Such was the story Lady Reay related.  Thirteen years later Captain Eric Streatfield, who was a nephew of Lord Strathmore, and an intimate  friend of my husband, told me exactly the same story. He was a boy of six at the time, when the lady of Tudor days appeared moaning in his room, and he said he would never forget the misery of the night he passed. He was very much interested in hearing that Lady Reay had gone through the same experience.  He told me another extraordinary story.  Whilst, as a school boy, he was visiting at Glamis Castle with his parents, he noticed that they began to behave in rather a peculiar manner. They were often consulting alone with one another, and constantly scanning the sky from their bedroom window, which adjoined his. For two or three days this sort of thing went on, and he caught queer fragments of conversation whispered between them, such as, " It doesn't always happen. We might be spared this year, the power must die out some day."  At last one evening his father called him into his room, where his mother stood by the open window.  In his hand his father held an open watch.  His mother bade him look out, and tell them what sort of night it was. He replied that it was fine, and still and cold, and the stars were beginning to appear.
His father then said, "We want you to take particular note of the weather, for in another moment
you may witness a remarkable change. Probably you will see a furious tempest."  Eric could not make head or tail of this. He wondered if his parents had gone mad, but glancing at his mother he noticed that she looked strangely pale and anxious.  Then the storm burst, with such terrific suddenness and fury that it terrified him. A howling tempest, accompanied by blinding lightning and deafening thunder, rushed down upon them from an absolutely clear sky. His mother knelt down by the bed, and he thought that she was praying.  When Eric asked for an explanation he was told that when he was grown up one would be given him.  Unfortunately the moment never came. An aunt had told him that the storm was peculiarly to do with Glamis, and was something that could not be explained.  Lord and Lady Wynford paid their visit to Glamis, and I looked forward eagerly to their return in a week's time. I went to see them the day after their arrival back again, and was met by Lady Wynford alone. Before I could question her she began to
speak of the visit.  " I don't want you even to mention the word Glamis to Wynford," she said very gravely. "He's had a great shock, and he's in a very queer state of mind."  She paused, and I ventured to ask, " But what sort of shock? "  Then she gave me the following account : —
"Wynford and I occupied adjoining bedrooms.  We were having a delightful time. Glorious weather,  and a lot of very pleasant people. I really forgot all about there being any ghost. We were out all day, and very sleepy at night, and I never heard or saw a thing that was unusual.
"Two nights before we left something happened to Wynford. He came into my room and awakened me at seven o'clock in the morning. He was fully dressed, and he looked dreadfully upset and serious.  He said he had something to tell me, and he wished to get it over, and then he would try not to think of it any more. I was certain then that he had seen or heard something terrible, and I waited with the greatest impatience for him to continue. He seemed confronted
with some great difficulty, but after a long pause he said —
   " ' You know that I have always disbelieved in the supernatural. I have never believed that God would permit such things to come to pass as I have heard lightly described. I was wrong. Such awful experiences are possible. I know it to my own cost, and I pray God I may never pass such a night again as that which I have just come through. I have not slept for a moment. I feel I must tell you this, in fact, it is necessary that I tell you, because I am going to extract a promise from you. A promise that you will never mention in my hearing the name of this house, or the terrible subject with which its name is connected.'
"I was speechless for a few minutes with perplexed amazement. I had never heard Wynford
speak like that, nor had I ever seen him so terribly upset.  " But,' I said at last, aren't you going to tell me what has so unnerved you ? " He began pacing up and down the room. * Good
God, no,' he exclaimed, ' I couldn't even begin to tell you. I have no words that would have any
meaning or expression. Don't you understand, there is no language to convey such happenings from one to the other. They are seen, felt, heard! They cannot be uttered. There are some things on earth I know of now, that may not be related to the spoken word. Perhaps between a man and his God, but not even between you and me.'  " We were silent again for some minutes, during
which he continued to pace the room, his head drooped on his breast. I was really seriously alarmed. I even feared for his reason, and I couldn't form the smallest conjecture as to what had been the nature of his  experiences. I was quite convinced of one thing.  What he had seen was no ordinary ghost, like Lady Reay's Tudor Lady. She might have amazed him, but it required something much more terrible and awe-inspiring to have reduced him to such a condition of mental misery and desolation.  " I wanted to comfort him, to sympathize with him, but something about him held me at arm's length.  It was his soul that was suffering, and with his soul a man must wrestle alone. I felt that his deep religious  convictions of a lifetime had been violentl}' dislocated, for all I knew shattered entirely, and I felt profound compassion for him. I may have had doubts, on many points. I confess to being a worldly skeptic, but Wynford's faith has always been so pure and childlike, and I have striven never to jar him on religious subjects. Now I feel as if somehow, everything that he has ever had has been taken away from him.
   " At last I said, * Don't you think we had better leave to-day? We can easily make some excuse.'
   " He stopped and looked straight at me, so strangely.
   " ' No, I can't leave to-day. I must stay another night here. There is something I must do. Now will you give me your promise never to mention this subject to me again? We may not be alone together again to-day. I want to get it over. Promise.'
   " I gave him my promise at once. I dared not have opposed him. I was horribly frightened. He went out of the room at once, and I lay thinking and shivering with dread. ' What was it he had to do? Why could we not leave to-day ? ' It was all so mysterious.
   " Well ! the day passed in an ordinary manner, and if Wynford was more grave than usual I don't thinkany one noticed it. Then came the night I so dreaded.Of course I didn't sleep at first, I was too anxious, and I heard him come up to his room half an hour after I did. The door between our rooms was closed,b and I lay awake listening intently. I heard him moving about; I supposed he was undressing, and his man never sits up for him. Then after a time there were occasional creaks which I knew came from an armchair, and I knew that he had not gone to bed.
   " I suppose I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I was aware of was Wynford's voice. He was speaking to some one, and seemed to be in the middle of a conversation. When he ceased speaking I strained my ears to catch a reply. I could hear no words, only his voice. Then a reply did come, and it simply froze the blood in my body, and I felt bathed in ice, and had to put my finger between my teeth, they chattered so horribly.  " The reply was a hoarse whisper, a sort of rasping, grating undertone, that was not so much a whisper as an inability to speak in any other voice. There was something almost inhuman in those harsh, vibrating, yet husky words, spoken too low for me to catch.  I knew at once that no guest, no member of the family, spoke like that, and I could not conceive that it could be a servant. What could Wynford have to say to any servant of Lord Strathmore?
   " A clock somewhere in the Castle struck three.  No; I was certain that the presence with him, whatever else it might be, was no human being dwelling tinder the roof of Glamis.


   "At times they seemed to hold an argument; sometimes Wynford's voice was sharp and decisive,
at other times it was utterly weary and despondent.  I dreaded what the effect might be upon him of this awful night, but I could do nothing but lie shivering in bed, and pray for the morning.
   " How long it went on for I can't say, but the conviction came to me suddenly that Wynford had
begun to pray. His voice was raised, and now and again I fancied I could hear words. The rasping
whisper came now only in short, sharp interjections or expostulations, I don't know which. The even flow of Wynford's words went quietly on, and I began to be certain that he was praying for the being who spoke with that terrible whisper. It occurred to me that he might even be trying to exorcise some unclean spirit.
   " At last a silence fell. Wynford stopped praying, and I hoped that the terrible interview was
at an end. Then it began again, and for quite an hour the prayers went on, with long periods of silence in between. I heard no more of the terrible, husky whisper.
" I fell asleep again and did not awake till my maid brought me early tea. No sooner had she gone
than Wynford entered, fully dressed. Though he looked desperately tired and wan, he seemed quite composed, and as if some weight had been removed from off him. He said he was going for a stroll before breakfast, and, of course, I remembered my promise and put no questions. I have come to the conclusion that a hundred people may stay any length of time at Glamis and see or hear nothing. The hundred and first may receive such a shock to the nervous system that he never really recovers from it."
Such was the mysterious story that Lady Wynford unfolded. I saw her husband the next day, but beyond being graver than usual in his manner I detected no difference in him. He never referred, even in the most indirect way, to his visit, but he must have inferred by my silence that I had been warned not to mention the subject. Many others must, however, have done so, for every one, who at that period passed a night under Glamis Castle roof, was eagerly questioned by friends and acquaintances on their return.  The only occasion on which I visited Glamis was on the night of a ball, given in honor of the Crown Prince of Sweden. The curiosity of the guests was held in check by servants being stationed at certain doors, and entrances to corridors and staircases, to
inform rude explorers that they could not pass. It is hard to believe that such a course of action was necessary, but I personally watched little parties being turned back towards the ballroom and sittingout-rooms, showing that intense curiosity may even prove stronger than good breeding.
What Wynford saw that night will never be known, but one fact remains. It left so deep an impression upon him that he 'was never the same man again.  He became graver and more wrapped up in his own thoughts month by month, and the change that ended in his death his wife attributed to those nights passed in Glamis Castle.



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