A phantom is swirling in the air high above the great city of London, circling round as the doleful bells of Big Ben chime out.

It turns and streaks west across the rooftops, past Buckingham Palace, over elegant Chelsea,

and through the quiet, close streets of Hammersmith, over sleeping animals in Richmond Park,

following the glittering line of the river, until it reaches its home, or rather, its prison.

Hampton Court Palace. Twelve miles upstream from central London on the banks of the River Thames,

Hampton Court Palace holds the history of a nation within its walls.

Our phantom glides through heavy stonework, crosses a darkened courtyard, and at last enters the corridor it is doomed to wonder.

As it paces the floor, a groan rises and becomes a shriek, something terrible, impossible.

The ghost of Catherine Howard, fifth wife of Henry VIII, is back in for the night, one of the many

spectres that grace this palace. This is after dark, and today we're telling the story of the many spectres that grace this palace. This is After Dark, and today we're telling the story

of the ghosts of Hampton Court. Who are they, and why do they still haunt its walls?

The Hello and welcome back to After Dark. My name's Anthony.

Oh, I'm Maddie. I'm so excited by the ghost. I forgot what's happening.

Maddie's been taken over by the spirit of Catherine Howard. And we are joined once more by

our great friend of the show, Dr. Tracy Borman, OBE now, shall we say.

And Tracy is the author of many best-selling books, the most recent of which is Ambelin and Elizabeth I,

the first, that mother and daughter who changed history.

Now, one of the reasons why Tracy is so perfect for this episode specifically is because

Hampton Court Palace is essentially her office in a way, because Tracy is the joint chief

curator of historical palaces, and she is therefore part of the team that's responsible

for managing Hampton Court Palace. So this is right up her alley.

So do you actually have an office in Hampton Court, Tracy, or are you based elsewhere amongst

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