Every year on the eve of the 19th of May, the air at Blickling Hall, Norwich, goes ice cold. In a centuries-old tale, on this night, the spectre of Anne Boleyn makes contact with our earthly realm. The story goes that as the night falls on the anniversary of the ill-fated Queen's death, you can spot her ghost riding up to Blickling Hall in a coach driven by a headless horseman.... (展開全部)
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