“Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again. It seemed to me I stood by the iron gate leading to the drive and for a while I could not enter, for the way was barred to me”.
“We were not far from the house now, I saw the drive broaden to the sweep I had expected, and with the blood-red wall still flanking on either side, we turned the last corner, and so came to Manderley. Yes, there it was, the Manderley I had expected, the Manderley of my picture post-card long ago. A thing of grace and beauty, exquisite and faultless, lovelier even than I had ever dreamed, built in its hollow of smooth grassland and mossy lawns, the terraces sloping to the gardens, and the gardens to the sea.
As we drove up to the wide stone steps and stopped before the open door, I saw through one of the mullioned windows that the hall was full of people.”
Rebecca Daphne du Maurier
“Laying on the bed resting, Janis said she could feel the ‘busy’ energy in the house from over the centuries, maids and servants walking about – that type of thing
It wasnt till the next morning that Janis let me know of her ‘experiences’…She had experienced an intense burning sensation in one of her arms – (the one she had out of the covers) – it lasted a good few minutes, afterwards it was fine again .”
Arreton Manor Haunted Britain.
