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An Adventure at The Haunch of Venison Pub in Salisbury

Alright, buckle up folks, 'cause I've got a tale to tell about my recent escapade to the 700 year old Haunch of Venison pub in good ol' Salisbury. Picture this: it's a dreary afternoon, the kind that makes you crave some hearty grub and a decent pint. So, off I trotted to this historic haunt nestled by the mighty Salisbury Cathedral.

As I stepped inside, I was hit with a wave of history – you know, the kind that seeps into your bones and whispers secrets of days gone by. And let me tell you, this place has got stories to spare. But first, let me set the scene.

Who do I find waiting for me at the table? None other than a witch – yeah, you heard me right. Not the stereotypical kind with the pointy hat and broomstick, but a real-deal witch nonetheless. We settled in for lunch, shooting the breeze and doing a bit of impromptu card reading. 'Cause why the hell not?

Now, let's talk spook factor, 'cause this place is haunted AF. I'm talking about your classic haunted pub vibes – creaky floors, flickering lights, and a general sense of unease that'll make the hairs on your neck stand at attention.

But enough about that, let's dive into the history. Back in the 1820s, there was this game of whist going down in one of the upstairs rooms. Things took a turn for the twisted when a flashy stranger rocked up and started winning every damn hand. Turns out, he was cheating his arse off. And when one of the locals called him out on his BS, let's just say things got messy – like, severed-hand messy.

Fast forward to 1911, and guess what pops up behind a friggin' fireplace? Yep, you guessed it – the severed hand, still clutching a bunch of bloody playing cards. Talk about a gruesome discovery! And get this, the hand goes missing in 2004, only to be replaced with a creepy-ass replica. Spooky, right?

But wait, there's more. People have reported all sorts of weird sh*t happening in this joint – drinks flying off tables, icy spots, lights flickering like a friggin' disco. And let's not forget the phantom footsteps and that funky smell of mouldy earth that likes to pop up outta nowhere.

So, what's the deal with all this ghostly nonsense? Is it the Demented Whist Player himself wreaking havoc? Who knows. All I can say is, a visit to The Chapter House is an adventure – good food, good company, and just the right amount of spookiness to keep things interesting. Just don't go cheating at cards, unless you're cool with losing more than just a hand!