Ghost Stories

The Mother and I love a spooky night out.

So here we are; ghosts from the future, transported into Number 48 Doughty Street, circa 1939. 

This is Charles Dicken's very own home; the birthplace of his two daughters, housing the upstairs bedroom that witnessed his 17 year old sister's death, and enclosed by walls that bred the creation of Oliver Twist and Nicholas Nickleby.

I couldn't think of a better way to explore the Charles Dickens Museum than by candlelight on a chilly Autumn evening. The flickering shadows, the creaky wooden stairs and the scent of freshly cut oranges in the kitchen were subtle yet emotive enough to make us feel we really had traveled back in time. Occasionally, we stumbled across one of the Victorian maids, oblivious to our presence as she attended to the household duties or stowed away in the attic to swallow back tears with a shot of Bourbon.

The Mother and I were like giddy little ghost girls - we knew we shouldn't be sneaking around this stranger's house, but what the hell, it's not like we were gonna get caught!

Have you visited the Charles Dickens Museum? What did you think of the gift shop? I don't usually give souvenirs a second look but I couldn't pass up this Oliver Twist 'Please Sir, I want some more' bowl and cup set, or this little hardback collector's edition of Ghost Stories.