When this was a private house in 1934, it was owned by a wealthy gentleman farmer. One day after a shoot, he took friends back to Somerset House for a drink. They placed their guns down outside the house. A boy aged ten, picked up one, and pretended to shoot his sister. However, the gun was loaded. He shot his seven years old sister dead. The ghost of the little girl haunts the building. Now a pub, she locks doors and turns off lights. She whispers the names of the staff to them. She has even scratched them in their sleep.