On the road to the moon, sleepwalking
My grandmother was known in these parts of Essex has a Green Lady, just like her mother before her. When I would stay over at her's, for some unknown reason I would always sleepwalk. Emily she was named and lived on the borders of Essex and Suffolk, in her cottage. Perched on the banks of the river Stour. She would tell storys for her kin, those of us whom could stay awake, for the storys would not begin till the hour of midnight. Mostly, they were told of Matthew Hopkins. The infamous... Sign in to see full entry.