Ghosts · Yorkshire
The White Lady of Skipsea
Skipsea Castle, on the Holderness coast between Bridlington and Hornsea
Spooky: for older readers
When William the Conqueror had beaten the English, he rewarded the men who had fought for him. One of them was Drogo de Bevere, a Flemish soldier who had fought bravely at Hastings. William gave him all of Holderness, on the Yorkshire coast, and Drogo built himself a castle at Skipsea to guard it against the Danes.
Drogo was brave, but he was cruel. He had terrible fits of temper, ground down the people whose land had been taken to give him, and even seized lands that belonged to the church at Beverley, until he was made to give them back.
As a further favour, the Conqueror gave Drogo one of his own nieces as a wife. She was gentle and refined, and he was rough and brutal, caring only for war, hunting and bullying his servants. He treated her harshly, often threatened to kill her, and at last, in a fit of rage, he had her poisoned.
No sooner was it done than Drogo saw what trouble he was in. The King would surely take revenge for his niece. So, while she was scarcely cold, he took the fastest horse in his stable and galloped south to the King's court. He told the King he longed to take his wife over the sea to Flanders, to meet his family. The King thought this a fine idea. Then Drogo complained that his land was so poor it would grow nothing but oats, and that he couldn't afford the passage. “If that be all,” said the King, “you shall not be baulked of your pleasure trip for want of money,” and he gave him the money.
Drogo hurried to the coast and sailed for Flanders. He hadn't been gone long when a messenger came from Skipsea with the news of the lady's death, and how she died. The King sent horsemen after him to bring him back, alive or dead. But Drogo had too long a start. He reached Flanders, and nobody knows what became of him after that.
Nobody knows where the lady was buried, either. But she has never rested. For eight hundred years, people said, a beautiful young woman with a sad face, dressed in long white robes, has walked on the castle mound and the slopes around it, sometimes even in daylight. No harm ever came to those who saw her, but no one in Skipsea would go near the mound after dark.