Last night we visited the most haunted village in Britain; Pluckley. While we definitely had a laugh, it was not very scary at all. I think the company didn't help with the atmosphere; the younger lads took it as an excuse to get a bit drunk and compete against who was least scared, the older guys took a different approach - one continuously making jokes (which we love him for - although he did apologise later via text for 'excessive joking and ruining the atmosphere') and the other claimed me as his victim and kept trying to scare me. I am far braver than he expected.
I couldn't help get the feeling that the place would be a great setting for a horror film though, as it's surrounded by deep, dark woods and has a reputation for ghosts and ghouls. However, it turns out the only thing to have been filmed there with any significance is The Darling Buds of May. Not too scary, then.
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