Ghosts in the bathroom

From The Scotsman:

In the mid-1830s a new estate of houses was built in Glasgow. Blythswood Square was tall and grand and represented a lifestyle people aspired to. Captain W Smythe's wife was particularly anxious to move to this area and delighted when her husband looked over a house with a view to taking out a lease on the property. Smythe was impressed. The rooms were airy and lovely; the only drawback was the bathroom, which spooked him. Blythswood Square as it is today. Who can say if the occupants have been here a few years or hundreds of years. His wife's enthusiasm for the house overrode his ridiculous sense of unease and the family prepared to move. Smythe's only condition was that the bathroom be refitted and repainted. Once this was completed, surely, he thought, all lurking sense of doom would be dispelled. He was wrong. Despite a fresh coat of paint he found the bathroom just as eerily edgy as it had been before. As the family settled into their new home everyone but Smythe took a bath. Unable to resist forever, he was eventually chivvied into the bathroom, insisting to his wife's great amusement on keeping the door open. However, the ignominiousness of his beloved's mockery became too great even for him to bear and he tentatively shut the door, lit some candles and began to undress. With one last check of the cupboards he sprinted over to the bath, almost ready to laugh at his foolishness. Just then, he heard a noise in the grate, and spinning round too quickly, slipped. He lay on the floor winded as a cold draught lightly tickled his bare skin. Suddenly the candles blew out. Horribly scared he lay petrified, his attention now directed to the bathtub where brisk splashing indicated that someone was in his bath scrubbing themselves clean. To his increasing terror Smythe realised that the cupboard door was opening. Something was coming towards him. He scrabbled away, his voice choked, unable to shout. The thing, whatever it was, reached him. He felt the soft whisper of petticoats trail across his back and heard the jangle of jewellery. The woman stepped across Smythe's inert body placing one foot on his chest, the other on his cheek. Captain Smythe was terrified as the ghostly woman approached the bath.

Spooky article. More details on the bathroom hauntings and the possible cause. Is The Scotsman the greatest newspaper? You won't get a contrary argument from me.