(pictured above, my appetite for grilled panini is ruined by the ghost of Clara Withnall, who died in a horrific panini fire on this very spot in 1830. They say her ghost can be heard when you use this panini press late at night. She is supposedly still searching for her missing burnt hand, moaning, "Wheeeere's my hand?")
Also, the panini press itself is a ghost.
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