The Shrouded Woman

In the mist-shrouded lanes of Kingskerswell, where candlelit cottages huddle against the Devon night and the church bell’s toll fades into silence, a haunting tale lingers from a 19th-century home—the story of a woman in a white shroud, her ghostly candle casting an unearthly glow. Seen by young Eleanor and Thomas, this spectral figure, their mother taken too soon by sickness, appeared one fateful evening to glide through their father’s stern household, her sorrowful gaze softening his hardened heart. Her fleeting visit, marked by lavender’s faint scent and the rustle of ethereal fabric, left an indelible mark on the village, whispering of a mother’s love that transcended death to fulfill an unspoken vow in the quiet shadows of a home forever changed.