True story. My mother is visiting a friend in West Cork, when the door opens, a presence crosses the room, opens the door on the other side, and leaves. My mother is appalled. “What, in the name of God, was that?” “Oh, don’t pay any attention to it,” says her friend. “It’s Lady B.”
The butler and the maid had planned to abscond with Lady B.‘s ring. In the dead of night they opened her crypt and tried to pull the prize from her finger. It would not come off. In desperation they hacked at it, upon which, the presumed dead but apparently only comatose, Lady B. sat up in her coffin. The butler and the maid were never seen again. Lady B. wrapped herself in her shroud and marched over to the ancestral home, pounding on the door with her signature rhythmic knock. “Let her in!” shouted the master of the house to the servants. "It’s Lady B!"
She terrorized the household for four more years, and finally died. After a fashion.
A ghostly presence in a country house in Ireland. Lady B. haunts the internet now