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This ABANDONED 1700s house of a British war General SCARED ME

Stone lions once guarded the gates. Now ivy does the job. But before I go any further, let me tell you about our discounts with HOLY! Link: https://uk.holy.com/findersbeepers Discount codes: • BEEPERS5 for £5 discount on your first order with a £14.99 minimum spend • BEEPERS for 10% off This abandoned château, born in the early 1700s, still carries itself like an aristocrat who refuses to admit the party ended centuries ago. Behind its weathered doors lies a story that ricochets from empire to exile. Compelling evidence suggests that a British Army general who fought against the Americans during the American Revolutionary War resided here for a time, pacing these corridors while the echoes of rebellion rolled across the Atlantic. But the tale does not end with red coats and musket smoke. The last known resident was the right hand man to Sultan Mohammed V, during the era when Morocco was under the control of France. When the political tide turned and the Sultan was overthrown, exile became the only lifeboat. This château became both sanctuary and silent witness, its grand salons shrinking into hiding places, its balconies turning into watchtowers for a man who feared every approaching footstep. And that fear lingers. Inside, the air felt charged, as though the walls were holding their breath. A weapon had been left ready for intruders, not displayed, not decorative, but positioned with intention. A pair of boots sat neatly by the doorway, as if their owner had just stepped out and might return at any moment. Every creak felt like a warning. Every gust through broken panes sounded like a key turning in a lock. I was petrified. On edge. Expecting a door to swing open or a voice to cut through the silence. Yet the château itself was magnificent. Faded frescoes still bloomed across ceilings. Staircases curved like theatre backdrops waiting for actors who will never arrive. Even in decay, it radiated elegance, the bones of grandeur refusing to collapse into dust. A house that has hosted generals and exiles does not go quietly. It watches. It remembers. And when you walk through it, you cannot escape the feeling that you are the one being observed.