So we've been on the tour of the cellars, and have also been told that one of the ground floor rooms of the
Erasmus Darwin House is haunted: a result of Dr Darwin having dissected so many dead bodies on the premises. But I must admit, the sight of the pale figure of Darwin himself, surveying Beacon Street from his top window, gave me a little start of surprise when I passed the other day. We always seem to be
catching sight of him one way or another... Are the staff trying to give me a heart attack?
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