‘During my wife’s pregnancy she kept feeling a presence in the corner of our bedroom in Rickling Green. One night I rolled over half asleep and saw a dark figure stooped over her as if whispering to her. Once our baby girl was born we decided to name her Winifred. It was a name that neither of us previously had a connection to but both felt drawn to. We took her home and introduced her to our neighbours who had lived there for a long time. They said ‘That’s strange, the old lady that lived in your house when we first moved in was called Winifred’.
