The Three Ghosts at South Efford House

Where the River Avon winds its silver course through the Devon countryside, South Efford House looms above the tide like a brooding sentinel, its stone bones steeped in silence and sorrow. To the casual eye, it is a manor of quiet beauty—its gardens wild but elegant, its windows catching the last gold of evening—but beneath its weathered charm lies a weight the living cannot shake. For within its halls linger three spirits, each bound to the house not by choice, but by emotion too fierce to fade: one seething with rage, another swallowed by despair, and a third who yearns still for a river he can no longer reach. In Aveton Gifford, their stories are spoken in hushed tones, warnings passed from parent to child. The house, they say, does not forget. Nor do the ghosts who call it home.