In the summer of 1976 my father spent three months prior teaching at this college as a transfer professor from United States. I visited my father for a month with my brothers and sisters and we used to go into this building all the time. Mostly we went there to watch television in the big drawing room. Being that was the summertime that I was there they were a few people around. I remember it being very beautiful inside and outside. I don't recall any stories from anyone about the house being haunted but then again we saw very few people while we were there. Bramshill is one of my fondest memories of my childhood.