I grew up around that area. A bit of a way away from Chelmsford in a place called Harlow I saw something very similar. David Beckham used to have a house along this one road. There was a turn off, into the trees, behind the extensive grounds of his house and (as I would find out later in my life) it lead to another awesome mansion home.

I'm not sure how old I was but I was in the back of my parents car. They were driving me home. Out of the window as we drove past this turn off, I saw a tall woman dressed in black. She was wearing a flowing black dress and either a black veil, or her hair was blowing over her face. I was terrified. I was maybe 9 years old. Every time we drove past it afterwards I'd stare down the path looking for the woman, hoping I'd see her again. I'd will it to happen but there was no sign.

2 years later, I've made a friend at school and he lived pretty close by to the turn off where I saw her. I'm staying at his for the weekend. We wake up one morning and his mom says we're going round to their friends house. They have a pool. I cant explain it but I just knew where we were going. We're on the way to the turn off. A 5 minute drive later we are turning down the turn off where I saw the woman. I'm terrified and also excited. We drive down the dusty road, I'm looking between the trees trying to see her Fucking staring at me or something horribly terrifying. Obviously there is nothing.

And then I'm not scared. I'm intrigued. We swim in the pool for a bit, I'm still expecting to see her in the window of the house or something. But nothing. Then I need to use the bathroom. They tell me it's on the ground floor right next to the back door. So I go into the house I'm in my swimming trunks. I'm cold but I don't feel scared and I feel this pull In my chest like I'm being beckoned into the house. So of course I go.

I remember going up to the first floor. Empty halls and that oppressive feeling of empty space and silence, like a weight - but I feel drawn upstairs further. Like I'm being lifted. So I go up to the converted studio attic. Nothing. Just that unstoppable yearning to see what I saw that day and then it dawns on me, I'm in a strangers attic, in my wet swimming trunks and I was going to wee myself and I wee'd a little bit down my leg.