There wasn’t a kid in the village who didn’t know about the Green Lady who haunted the tower. Just a tale to scare us kids, to keep inquisitive noses out of an old building no longer safe. Right? Yet it made us more curious. As we braved ourselves to enter the dark woods which surrounded the part-demolished old hall, I fleshed out the skeletal tale, made the lady a green witch who lay in wait for us amongst those deep-shadowed trees. Scared, my friends raced for the road, left me. Alone.
When, as an adult, I read the history of that Elizabethan hall I discovered the truth of the legend: that lady wore green as a sign she was Catholic.
Written for Weekend Writing Prompt #85 on Sammiscribbles