|Urquhart Castle, Loch Ness (I took this!!! I rock!)|
Today was All Hallow's Eve and Jen and I were staying at Tulloch Castle in Dingwell, Scotland. Tulloch was featured on Ghost Finders Scotland (http://www.ghostfinders.co.uk/tullochcastle.html)
in 2004. According to the paranormal investigators, they saw many orbs which are generally interpreted as paranormal phenomena such as spirits, ghosts, auras, angels, energy fields, etc. Basically, an orb appears to be anything you want it to be. These "orbs" are not verified as spirits, and really, it seems almost impossible to do so. However, seeking the mighty orb was our goal...and we headed off much like Charley Brown searching for the Great Pumpkin.
|What the freck is this??? Easy entry for my murderer?|
Our first orb search was in our room, number 5. We turned off all the lights and used the camera's flash to attempt to pick up some elusive spirits. We found one orb which had settled in near my backpack. Jen swears there's a face in the orb. Me, I see something, but I'm not willing to say it isn't a dust molecule. Still, ghost hunting is fun. Our next trek was around the Castle. We found a large door that was shut and we didn't know if we were supposed to go inside that area, so I leaned down and peered through the keyhole. I didn't see anything other than another room, which I quickly relayed to Jen in a whisper. However, as I was leaning down, squinting, the door started to open on my face! I backed up quickly, my heart beating like I was being attacked by a hungry gator. Suddenly there was a maintenance man looking at me saying, "I thought you were a ghost!" He quickly walked away and I attempted to rein in my heart as Jen laughed and laughed.
|Room 15: Come out, come out wherever you are!|
At 9 pm our new friends and another couple met in the lobby for a ghost tour of the Castle. The tour included the dungeon (where people were buried under the floor alive and others simply died! Death in a dungeon? Wierd) and the opening of one of four hidden tunnels (caved in so we could do nothing other than peer into a shallow pit). We also were taken to the Great Hall where a photo of the landowners still hangs on the wall. The story goes the photo now is of the wife and her children. The black spot behind the little girl on the left is where the husband used to stand. The man apparently had a wandering.. um..penis...and he liked to bed the chambermaids. One day as he was deep in the...um..chamber maid... the little girl walked in and found them. Distraught, she ran out of the room and fell down the stairs and to her death! Later, the man was found hanged near the front gate of the Castle. No one knows whether the man hanged himself out of shame or if the townspeople hung him (my vote is on the townspeople). The mistress of the house is apparently the famous "Green Lady" ghost who walks the Castle, still in sorrow for her losses. Of course we didn't see her...though we looked!
|ORBS! ORBS! Holy shrat! Ghosts a-plenty! Or dust.|
On the way back to the room for the night Jen and I stopped by room #15. No one was there, the door opened fine, and no orbs showed up on my camera. Maybe the ghosts were still partying in the Great Hall??? Back in our room, tucked safely behind the door, Jen was getting ready to stay up all night out of fear. Me, I jumped under my hobbit bed covers and was ready to slip into dreamland (which, by the way, turned out well since in my dream Ryan Reynolds and I were getting along just fine...but that's a story for another blog). Jen walked to the bathroom, opened the door, closed the door, opened the door, asked if I could sleep with the light on all night (to which I replied, "hell no"), shut the door, walked to her bed, walked back to the door, opened the door, looked at me with pleading eyes and begged for the light to stay on all night long (answer was still "No" but this time accompanied a severe rolling of my eyes), walked back to her bed, back to the door, and then finally closed the door and decided the door was going to be shut while she stayed awake in fear all night.
And the Mighty Ghost Hunter, Jen, did stay up until 1 pm when she finally turned off her iPad and hid under the covers all night. She claims at one point I woke her up by snoring but she doesn't know when since she was too afraid to look at the time. I contend it wasn't me snoring but a ghost. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. Ryan Reynolds wasn't bothered by my snoring (and that's all I'm sharing about that).
PS: Ryan, please call me.