... she heard scratch, scratch, scratch upon the window, and saw a hideous brown face with flaming eyes glaring in at her. She rushed back to the
bed, but the creature continued to scratch, scratch, scratch upon the window. She felt a sort of mental comfort in the knowledge that the window was
securely fastened on the inside. Suddenly the scratching sound ceased. And a kind of pecking sound took its place. Then, in her agony, she became
aware that the creature was unpicking the lead !
I have always found the story of the Croglin vampire to be fascinating. Augustus Hare, in The Story of My Life, stated that the tale was
originally passed to him by a Captain Fisher, whose family owned Croglin Grange.
I remeber reading about this in an old book when I was a teen. Didn't someone say that Captain Fisher gave Hare the wrong placename or something like
I heard that the vampire attack happened a little away from Croglin Grange and that Fisher changed the story for some reason, saying that it happened
at the Grange. I think he owned both properties.
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