The odds of you reading a post on show night--what are they?
I WENT ON A GHOST TOUR TODAY, GUYS, ARE YOU INTERESTED?
*shivers* Okay, so first off, I'M A WUSS. I can't actually watch scary movies without a) Jensen or Jared in it, b) reading a detailed spoiler filled reaction post about it, and c) clutching a blankie. Supernatural has UPPED my tolerance, okay? That should clue you in.
But whatever. It's almost Halloween, and i'd heard great things about these Mercat ghost tours (mercat is scottish for market, bdw, not merecat) so i hooked up with a girl from my program but who goes to Edinburgh University and we did the Ghost and Ghouls tour. What was NIFTY is that our guide? Was the same (awesome) guide who talked on my tour bus to Inverness, and he had seriously fun freaking us out. Plus we learned a bunch of stuff--like that the yellow square on parking place 23 is the only marker of where JOHN KNOX IS BURRIED. WTF.
Then he took us below ground, into the tunnels under some hundred year bridge remains that are now completely covered by city above ground. And then proceded to freak us the fuck out.
Okay, so he wasn't purposefully terrifying us. But the stories he told definitely weren't helping. Like about this light that kept going out whenever a tour went by, and then ALL EIGHT OF THEIR FLASHLIGHTS NOT WORKING. Or about this small boy that keeps showing up in the wine cellars looking for his lost ball. Or about the footsteps you hear when no one's around.
The last room he herded us into and then explained that like hell was he going in there with us, because the last time he had the flame of his candle suddenly went blue, and he heard footsteps and a loud laugh behind him. When he turned? No one was there.
One of the other stories was about this room that everyone in town knew was haunted, because the last person to enter it had gone absofucking rigid and died of shock in the hospital two hours later of shock. Everyone, that is, except a local theology student at Uni who said he only believed in one ghost (the Holy one) and decided he was going to spend the night there. He had a small, high pitched bell to ring if he was feeling worried, and a big brass one if he felt his life was in danger. Sure enough, the innkeeper waiting to help him, heard the little bell in the middle of the night and ran to his aid. Half way there the big brass bell started pealing frantically, so the innkeeper BURST into the room as the big brass bell was still shaking with its last peal............from across the room..........kitty corner to the student's DEAD CORPSE.
And while he was telling this story, i was crammed in the farthest corner of this tiny underground room with my back to the wall, clutching my friend's arm, and i swear to god i heard heavy breathing. Coming from behind me.
JESUS CHRIST. I AM NEVER SLEEPING AGAIN.
Tell me about your paranormal experiences bbs! Take my mind off the fact that a week and a half ago, after i'd turned off the electrical kettle and flipped the switch to turn off the outlet, that the water boiled again.
MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. I AM BRINGING SALT WITH ME ON TOMORROW'S GHOST TOUR, SEE IF I DON'T.