is more than one preternatural portal to the paranormal to be found
in Berkeley Square, but only Number 50, deserves the sobriquet The
Most Haunted House In London.
Among the many tales of terror
told: Arriving late one night, a new maidservant was given a room
at the top of the house. Within hours her fearful screams had awakened
the entire household. On entering the room, she was found rigid, wide-eyed
and catatonic with a hideous expression on her face. She died in hospital
the next day but not before stating that "it was 'orrible".
In the 1800s, Sir Robert
Warboys, for a wager of 100 guineas, agreed to spend the night there
armed with a pistol. Shortly after 2.00 am there were heard two sharp
peels of the room bell followed by a shot. He was found scared to
death, lying upside down on the bed with a look of indescribable horror
on his face. Some years later Lord Lyttleton also spent the night
there armed with a giant blunderbuss loaded with buckshot and silver
sixpences. He survived but not after discharging his gun at a
thing, a vague shape that came leaping at me out of the darkness.
Two sailors, Robert Martin
and Edward Blundell, drunk, penniless and looking for somewhere
to sleep broke into the deserted house on Christmas Eve 1887.
They were startled awake in the early hours by the sound of heavy
deliberate footsteps coming up the stairs followed by a terrifying
grotesque shapeless oozing white mass that burst through the door.
Martin, later to spend the rest of his life in an insane asylum because
of the encounter escaped from the house and on returning with the
police found Blundell, dying and terror-stricken, impaled on the railings
in front of the house.