In the ball room, there was said to be a ghost. It was a shadowy presence that would lurk in the darkest corners. The story goes that a nobleman was murdered in that very ball room many years ago. His spirit now haunts it. Guests would sometimes feel a cold chill run down their spines when they entered the room. And on rare occasions, they could see a dark figure moving quickly across the room, as if searching for something or someone.
Once upon a time in the ball room, late at night. A faint glow started to appear in the corner. A figure, dressed in an old - fashioned gown, slowly materialized. It was the ghost of a young woman who had perished in the ball room long ago. She used to be a dancer here. Every now and then, when the moon was full, she would return to the place she loved so much. People who had seen her said she would glide across the floor as if still dancing to a long - forgotten tune.