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Discover the London of Bram Stoker’s Dracula and the amazing enigma of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.
Hampstead has a myriad of secrets to tell when the sun sets and the flickering gas lights come to life.
This is the village of mystery and miracles when the real atmosphere of this extraordinary London village comes to life.
Hampstead is centuries removed from the rush of modern London.
Within a few short steps of setting out from the underground station you find yourself wandering through streets that seem stranded in a bygone age.
Here dark alleys meander to ancient stairways that lead to silent pathways where horrors untold glide their way into silent graveyards.
And, oh what horrors will cast a beady eye upon us tonight!
For this was the village of Dracula, the place where reports of the dreaded un-dead were first whispered in hushed tones, by flickering firelight, at ancient inns.
Through a set of creaking iron gates, we step into an overgrown churchyard where crumbling gravestones and sunken tombs have been toppled by the hands of time.
Once proud monuments decay beneath a carpet of bracken and nettle and skeletal trees reach out and lightly stroke the ancient walls of an old church.
Who knows what horrors my be lurking in the bushes to chill the marrow of even the most incredulous amongst us?
For here, as the branches creak eerily overhead, we relate the time-honoured method of dispatching a vampire in all its gory detail.
And then the hunt is well and truly on as we venture in search of things that go bump in the night.
In search of “ghosties and ghoulies and long legged beasties”.
Or of the Victorian murderess whose spectral shade returns to the scene of her infamy over and over again.
In search of the ghostly girl who has been known to peer sadly through a pane of ancient glass.
Or of the old man whose raddled revenant follows the unwary in the dead of night.
Of the Jazz pianist who cannot resist the lure of eternal applause and frequently comes back for ghostly encore!
And, as if all that is not sufficient to elicit cold shivers, we strike out onto the wildest reaches of Hampstead Heath to hear tales of the ghostly horseman whose galloping phantom has been known to ride from the shadows and race hell for leather towards astonished and terrified witnesses.
This is a tour that will certainly send cold shivers racing down the spine.
A tour that is guaranteed to chill what little blood is left once you have ventured into this sinister world of silent shadows and discovered the dreaded lair of the feared and fearful un-dead.
Stout shoes are essential and a clove of garlic is advisable!