At times, a name can evoke a sense of excitement, creating an air of mystery and adventure. Wymering Manor was such a name for me. The journey commenced when Belinda proposed a visit, urging us to explore the manor's history. Unbeknownst to me, it unfolded as a captivating exploration of Portsmouth's past, filled with centuries of stories and eerie secrets embedded in its walls. Expectations soared, as photos failed to capture the true grandeur of Wymering Manor. Nestled in Cosham, it transcends being just a histor ic house—it's a time capsule, a tangible link to Portsmouth's earliest days, mentioned even in the Doomsday Book. Its age alone held me spellbound. As we crossed the threshold, a shiver ran down my spine. Wymering Manor whispered secrets through its aged timbers and weathered bricks, stories both frightening and intriguing, tugging at my curiosity like a ghostly presence. From bricks and wood, my attention unexpectedly shifted to hair—delicate strands entwine...