Late night, walking tour of Edinburgh.
Great fun, all ghosts and gory tales. Had my ear mock nailed to a post, too.
Part of the tour takes us under the streets, to the old Edinburgh, long since built over. Pretty spooky: dark, cramped, and with plenty of pitch black areas, behind rusty-looking metal grilles.
Guide is telling some story involving the ghosts of suffering children, and the terrified workmen who discovered them whilst unearthing the buried city. Cue much nervous laughter, and huddling together. Suddenly, something clanks, away in the darkness, behind the forbidding grilles. Laughter stops, and the guide brings us out, no one particularly keen to be bringing up the rear.
A fine end to an enjoyably spooky evening, a close encounter with something from the other side. Certainly, it was nothing to do with that stone that I idly kicked through one of the grilles. Oh, no, certainly not that.
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