The Lamb

The Lamb in Bloomsbury has been a gathering place for writers, poets, and intellectuals since 1729. Located in the heart of London’s literary quarter, the pub still features its original Victorian fittings, including rare etched glass “snob screens” that allowed drinkers privacy. Among its many distinguished patrons over the centuries, one seems never to have left—a ghostly writer who continues his eternal composition.

Witnesses describe seeing a scholarly-looking gentleman in Georgian or Victorian attire sitting at various tables throughout the pub, always bent over papers with a quill or pen in hand. He appears completely absorbed in his work, oblivious to the modern world around him. When approached or directly observed, the figure fades away, sometimes leaving behind the faint smell of ink and old paper. Several patrons have reported sitting at a table only to find mysterious handwritten notes appearing on napkins or coasters, written in an old-fashioned script that no one can identify.

The spectral writer is not the only paranormal activity in The Lamb. Staff members report hearing footsteps on the upper floors when the building is closed, the sound of pages turning in empty rooms, and occasional whispered recitations of poetry or prose in languages both familiar and strange. The Victorian snob screens sometimes swing up and down on their own, as if invisible patrons are seeking privacy for their conversations. Glasses have been known to move across the bar, and there are regular reports of books falling from shelves in the adjoining areas. Some visitors claim to experience sudden bursts of creative inspiration while in the pub, as if the ghostly writer is somehow sharing his eternal muse with the living. The atmosphere is generally considered benign, with the spirit seeming to be peacefully pursuing his art for all eternity.