Haunted Littlecote Hall
In one of Wiltshire’s most stately houses, that of Littlecote, a wicked man has left his ghostly marks in the old rooms. In the corridors and staircases you can still hear silent whispers of a secret murder. For more than two centuries Littlecote Hall, near Hungerford, was owned by the Darell family… who beghosted the house and the entire neighbourhood…
Mrs Barnes was not a woman of great conscience, but she was not inhuman. Outraged at this act of barbarity, she screamed and to her screams were added those of the terrified mother. And the inhabitants of Littlecote listened in fear, knowing that the master of the house – Wild Will Darrell – was up to some fresh devilry.
At the command of Wild Will, Mrs Barnes was blindfolded once more. She was angry and terrified, for all she knew, she might well be put to death herself now as the witness of this outrage. Back in her cottage in Great Shefford, Mrs Barnes was informed of the dire consequences which would fall upon her if she spoke one word to a living soul of what had happened that night.
Mrs Barnes kept silent, but she could not forget. On her deathbed, she told the story to a magistrate. Her remembrance of the thirty-one steps identified the mansion as Littlecote, the house of Wild Will Darrell. Sir Harry Knyvett had long complained about Darrell’s wicked behaviour, which explained why Darrell slandered Lady Knyvett. One Miss Bonham had been Darrell’s mistress, and the girl’s treatment at Littlecote and the illegitimate child she had borne there was widely known.
The Phantoms of Littlecote
Darrell escaped justice through bribery and corruption… and because Miss Bonham couldn’t give evidence against him. It was said that her restless spirit was already haunting Littlecote in search of her murdered child. While riding in Littlecote Park, her ghost appeared before him and his horse reared up in terror, throwing him to his death.

Littlecote then passed out of the hands of the Darrell family, but the Phantom of Wild Will Darrell is said to haunt the ante-chamber where he burnt his unwanted child. Bloodstains have been reported to appear mysteriously upon the floor before the fireplace. And of course the ghost of Wild Will also was seen on the spot where his horse threw him to his death.
In the long gallery of Littlecote the inconsolable Miss Bonham is still walking in search of her child. Her screams, and those of Mrs Barnes, have echoed through the mansion for centuries now and are heard to this day. Littlecote has always exercised a strange supernatural fear over the people who lived there and the domestic staff.
Reincarnated into a Princess?
In 1914, Princess Marie Louise – a granddaughter of Queen Victoria – had a strange experience there, which she told in her book “My Memories of Six Reigns”. Her lady-in-waiting, Mrs Evelyn Adams, was the cousin of Sir Ernest Wills, who was then the owner of Littlecote (he died in 1958).
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The Princess had never been in the house, nor had she ever seen a drawing or a picture of it. But when Sir Ernest invited her to lunch and she approached it, she experienced the sensation that she had been there before. Littlecote and its surrounds were quite new to her, but yet they were disturbingly familiar. And it was more than just a “déjà-vu”. She simply knew the place.
The lunch was served in the great hall… and the Princess knew every detail of the place. Naturally the story of Wild Will Darrell was told and after lunch Sir Ernest offered the Princess to show her over the house. When they came to the long gallery where the ghost of Miss Bonham was seen, Lady Wills pointed to a door at the far end of the gallery and said that this was where Mrs Barnes came up.
“Oh no, you are quite mistaken,” the Princess said, and she pointed to another door. “This is where she was brought up.”
The Princess closed her eyes and walked along the gallery, warning Mrs Adams for the two steps ahead. The eyes still closed, she opened a door and stepped into a small room. “This is the fireplace where Wild Will burnt the child,” she exclaimed.
The Princess opened her eyes. She was quite unable to explain how she could have known these things. In a previous existence, she surely must have been Mrs Barnes… or Miss Bonham?

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Post Commentjaysonv
On December 28, 2009 at 12:12 pm
Wow! great post.. Thanks for sharing this Friend. Very interesting to read.
Neva Flores
On December 28, 2009 at 12:27 pm
Great Post! I love reading this kind of stuff.
Lucas DiƩ
On December 28, 2009 at 12:50 pm
very entertaining!
Debra.
On December 28, 2009 at 1:43 pm
That was an awesome tale, Patrick! I’ve only heard a wee bit of this story before.
Glynis Smy
On December 28, 2009 at 2:00 pm
Great piece, thanks for the story.
Reilley
On December 28, 2009 at 2:26 pm
This was terrific, I love this kind of thing.
Well written, too.
hollynoel001
On December 28, 2009 at 2:52 pm
there is so much history in Europe i love reading about it!!!
Mr Ghaz
On December 29, 2009 at 10:30 am
very interesting and well-presented story. Loved this stuff. ..really excellent! cheers my friend
kate smedley
On December 30, 2009 at 10:43 am
Fascinating article, I knew nothing of this! Thanks for sharing.
Write and Earn a Living
On December 31, 2009 at 3:23 pm
Fascinating account, which raises disturbing questions–but at least the fellow got a just reward.
Yovita Siswati
On January 6, 2010 at 2:48 am
Interesting! I like mystery!
RS Wing
On January 24, 2010 at 10:34 am
What an exquisite estate for such a haunting story. It seems the dead can impose their will on the living. Fascinating literature you write.
C. Jordan
On February 7, 2010 at 1:36 pm
A fascinating story told in exactly the right spirit.
Elizabet
On April 19, 2010 at 10:59 am
I had the pleasure of visiting this hall some years back, prior to Haunting Breaks partnering with the venue to host their events in.
My quest? To establish credible paranormal activity perse!
My rule of thumb whilst working on any project like this? NEVER EVER read up on the paranormal history or reports prior to visiting.
I experienced the visualisation of a woman that “fits” the description of the above “Miss Bonham”. She exuded an air of indescribable sadness and clutched her long slender hands to her breast. Her knotted black hair hung down her shoulders and back, framing a skeletal face and covering a blood soaked night gown
I saw her in the room with the fireplace Not the long gallery
Don’t know if this will interest anyone but felt compelled to share