So, the next time you hear a bump in your own house, just be grateful it’s probably just the cat. Or the pipes. Or your partner sleepwalking to the fridge. Because at the Tower of London, that bump is a king with a bad leg, a queen looking for her makeup bag, and a raven judging your entire career path.
Life is weird enough without sharing your living space with the undead. But if you ever visit, just smile and nod. They’ve been on this earth longer than you have. And honestly, they probably have better stories than you do—even if they can’t tell them without dramatic pauses and a lot of fog.
