The White Lady of Mosborough Hall
The story of the White Lady, goes back to the late 1600`s. A governess at the Hall had flirted with the squire and found herself to be pregnant. He had promised her monies and a small cottage, but, finding himself in some financial restraint, had finally refused. The angry voices are reputed to be their last bitter argument, when the girl’s final threat to tell his wife led to her tragic death. He had visited her room on the pretext of keeping his promises and in one moment of desperation had slit the poor girl’s throat. It is told she kept a large dog and that the dog pined to death at the side of her body.

The Tale of Dr Pilcher
Dr. Pilcher was the local doctor who served as M/O for the detachment at Mosborough Hall, at the turn of the 20th Century. He was a no-nonsense man and although he had heard tales about the hall, would not believe the story, but something had to be done, the whole detachment was buzzing with the story. He dismissed the tales as a legend and explained that whatever had happened, there must be some logical explanation. He joked about it and did his best to ease the situation. Eventually he said, that to show his faith in what he believed, he would sleep alone in that room. This did cause a stir and there was much talk and excitement, not only at the Hall but the word spread to the local pubs. Much speculation led to bets being laid. It was quite the talk of the village and it was to be the very next night.
Dr. Pilcher was awakened at 7.00a.m. with a knock at the bedroom door. 'Cup of tea, Sir', said the Captain's Batman. With some relief Dr. Pilcher unlocked the door. 'Put it down on the packing case, thank you,” said the Dr. The Batman marched in smartly enough - but instantly 'froze' on the spot. 'What’s the matter, man?' asked the Doctor. 'It’s your B-bed, S-sir', stammered the Batman. The Doctor looked 'What’s the matt...?' His words soon failed him. He could not believe what he saw. The pillowcase and the sheets were stained and dripping with the unmistakable redness of human blood - a grisly pool was splattered over the bedclothes and glistened as it dripped onto the polished floor. All colour drained from the Doctor's face. Within a moment he was reduced to a shaking, whimpering wreck of a man. The Batman called for assistance. The Doctor was helped down the stairs and driven straight to his home in a staff car. He resigned his post as Medical Officer and never set foot in Mosborough Hall again. But, the blood stains remained and no amount of scrubbing would ever remove them. Only in the recent conversion to the Hotel, were the stains removed and only then, when the floorboards were replaced.
Editors note: Dr. Pilcher was the local GP at Mosborough from about 1908 to 1922. He served not only as M.O. for the Mosborough detachment of the Nott's. and Derby’s but also as an examining doctor for recruits...All other names are fictitious.

The Story of the Large Black Dog
A further experience, related by Mrs. Grant, involved her grandmother who was employed as a seamstress at the Hall. A child at the Hall was very ill and under constant care of the doctor. It happened that the parents had to go out for the evening and asked her to stay with the child. At first the child was restless and cried a great deal, but, shortly, she was able to pacify the little boy. As the child slept, she sat near to the cot but carried on with some sewing to pass the time. Quite suddenly, she noticed a large black dog stood in the doorway, just to her right. The hound ambled across the room, straight to where she sat, and gently but firmly gripped her wrist with his soft mouth. It did not bite, but held her wrist with a firm hold for just a moment.
Then letting go, it ambled off past the cot and vanished through the wall. The poor child died the next day - and for the rest of her life those teeth marks remained on her wrist.

Exorcism and Tragedy
There is another 'coincidence' which may or may not be connected with the strange happenings at Mosborough Hall. Since the beginning of this century, the Hall has passed through many hands. Almost without exception, even after leaving the Hall, some tragedy befell their family - two deaths by shooting accidents, unaccounted deaths of young children, etc. The last family to use it as a private residence, the Spaffords, auctioned their furniture and effects in a marquee erected on the lawns in front of the Hall. Unaccountably, the marquee burst into flames the night before the auction, causing great damage to the furniture and silver. It is interesting that the Spaffords always said they did not experience any unusual happenings - for it was the Spaffords who engaged the services of the local vicar, Montague Holmes, to exorcise the Hall, accompanied by Harry Price, a renowned psychic researcher. This exorcism seems to have produced a more peaceable atmosphere, although the present owners have experienced minor strange incidents. Only within the last few months, two local women witnessed a vision which took the form of a white swirling mist on what is known as 'The Brow' by Mosborough Hall Farm
Coincidence? Perhaps so!

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