Oh mother, let me in!

I haven't done a horror blip in a while and since it is the season to be horrified I thought I would do The Open Door by Mrs Oliphant. This once-open door has been bricked up but it occurs to me that bricking up a haunted door would seem like a sensible thing to do to the hauntee.

To my surprise, Mrs Oliphant is the authors real name and she was originally from Wallyford near Edinburgh. She was reputed to be a favourite of Queen Victoria and I can just imagine the Queen reading or having read to her The Open Door by firelight!

The story revolves around a family who had moved to just outside Edinburgh on returning from India and who thought it would be a good idea to have their delicate little boy ride his pony to and from school via a creepy wood containing the ruins of a previous mansion. All was well until the darkness of winter descended.

The child complained of a voice coming from the ruins, a voice so mournful that it had made him ill as he wanted to help it so much. The boys father was inclined to think he was hallucinating except that the servants and the horses, who all had more sense, also knew about the voice and did not like to go out at night. The skeptical father strode off into the night to put paid to this nonsense once and for all.

Can you guess the sort of thing that might have happened next?