The Real Haunted Story Of Liechtenstein Palace
Real Story
Tragic events befell the miller's daughter as she attempted to gain social acceptance by attending a ball at the Liechtenstein Palace.
Popularity is something every young lady aspires to. Near Charles Bridge, on Kampa Island, resided the daughter of a miller who aspired to join the upper class.
Čertovka stream fueled mills in Kampa throughout its historical past. Despite her family's affluence, the daughter of a miller was unhappy with her position. Even though the family had a comfortable amount of money, it was still insufficient. She aspired to be a countess, complete with attendants and silky garments, by having her family promoted to noble rank. She would often glance into the mirror and fantasize about a life straight out of a fairy tale when she was not cleaning the mill or sewing grain sacks.
In an effort to get her father known for his grinding talent, she had him attempt to befriend the henchmen of aristocratic houses. However, a miller is a miller and a count is a count. They are not going to cross paths.
She plotted her entrance into the upcoming formal event at Liechtenstein Palace, which was conveniently located across Kampa street, as soon as she heard rumors about it. Maybe if she couldn't be made countess by royal appointment, she might charm a small-time nobleman into marrying her into the position she wanted.
Unfortunately, the miller's daughter saw her efforts at social climbing backfire when neither the affluent nor the poor would stop making fun of her behind her back. No amount of hinting or pleading from the richer customers got her an invitation.She still had choices, however. "Čertovka" means "Devil's Stream," while "Čert" signifies Devil. By the mill wheel, as the daughter bemoaned her lack of social advancement, a solitary tear fell into the stream. Who should suddenly appear? Undoubtedly, the guy who is always game to carry out ill-considered schemes and bring aspirations that are nearly realized. Evildoer number one. He reassured the daughter and offered to get her an invitation in print and add her name to the guest list.
Signing the dotted line was all that was required of her. On the big day of the ball, she donned her hand-made gown and accompanied her invitation to the palace. Getting past the doorman was her least concern.
At the ball, the men saw through her homemade gown, which was stitched together using the same thread and stitching as flour sacks, and discovered that she was a strong working woman with calloused hands. Not a single one danced with her or even acknowledged her. On the contrary, it would have exacerbated the problem. A coat rack and a mirror were her only dancing instructors, and her accented speech was a mixture of German nouns and Czech verbs used in low-class slang.
It dawned on her that she had been manipulated by the Devil. She was certain she wouldn't meet a spouse at the ball, and after embarrassing herself, she probably won't find one ever. She had a fatally early stroke and fell from the second floor. On a folding table, the maids carried her mangled body to the house.
However, her spirit is still residing in the palace. Her twisted, bleeding ghost clumsily approaches young guys after midnight in an embarrassing attempt to get them to dance. On top of that, she becomes wildly aggressive whenever she sees attractive ladies, trying to bite and scratch their faces. The elderly, whom she unfairly holds responsible for her predicament, are also targets of her assaults.
Her haunting is somewhat alone. By nightfall, you won't often see anybody inside Liechtenstein Palace since it has been transformed into a government structure that hosts formal events like receptions and meetings.
The hotel has hosted foreign dignitaries such as King Juan Carlos of Spain and Queen Sophia of Spain, Queen Elizabeth II of the UK, and Emperor Akihito of Japan and Empress Michiko, among others. No mention of phantom experiences was made by them.


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