'Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met nearly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.' Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House, 1959. The Most Haunted Blog In England Borley . An evocative name. I once visited Borley Rectory, or what’s left of it. Back in my Essex days, I took a daytrip up to the Suffolk border, en route, ultimately for Rendlesham Forest. I had UFOs on my mind at the time, as you can probably guess. But on the way, I passed through more witchy, ghost-haunted and folky horror-y terrain. Coffee in Matthew Hopkins’ Mistly village, a drive through the Stour Valley, stopping off at the haunted Bull Inn at Long Melford, the spooky Elizabethan splendour of Melford Hall, and a pitstop at Nethergate Br...