Oh, but then we went up the castle!
After the castle we went to a really cool hat shop
And then we tried haggis and cranachan! I'll let you google haggis, but cranachan is when you get some kind of fruit, usually strawberries or rasberries (in our case rasberries) and you bake them in whisky. Yum... ? The haggis really wasn't as bad as I thought it would be (after I got over what it was made from) and the cranachan? well, let's just say somehow we finished it without getting drunk or too sick. (haggis is on the far left, cranachan on top (served with cream) and on the bottom was our safety food: a good old lemon and lime cheesecake. We knew we'd at least like that one) On our last day, we hit Edinburgh Zoo, the home of the only koala in the UK! It was fun. And REALLY cold. But take a look . I can't remember what this one was called, but it's pretty much a mini deer. Awwwwww....... There were lots of cool birds Some were jerks (you can see it in his eyes...) And we played with the penguins (if you're wondering who's the girl in the video with the British accent, no, it's not me trying to be British, it's my friend Mia who actually IS British. I actually have no speaking role in this vid)And of course there were tigers, zebras, and monkey, but I think it's about time to hear the ghost story. Please note, proceed with caution. This is a SCARY story...
Okay, so here's the scoop. In this most haunted graveyard in the world, there are more people burried there than there are people living in Edinburgh today. When we first arrived at the graveyard, we went up a little hill thinking, oh, how nice, they burried the dead on the hill top, how nice. But no, in reality, it's a hill because they needed more room to burry the dead bodies, so they piled earth on top of the old graves and built up. In addition, this graveyard was the site of several illegal plague dumpings.
So the story of George McKenzie. He apparently was not the nicest of all guys. But he and his family were burried in the cemetary until some kids came and desecrated his grave. The details are a little fishy but I can only assume they did what all young vandals do. I'll leave it up to your imagination. But anyway, after that, the incidents started happening. At first, only boys were attacked. People would find kids unconcious in the gated part of the graveyard with burn marks around their necks. No one could wake the kids up, but as soon as they left the gated area they would immediately wake up and could only remember dissembodied hands trying to strangle them.
So this happended for a REALLY long time. Today, people still get attacked. The most haunted part of the graveyard is actually gated and walled off, and you are given a strong warning that if you choose it enter it on the tour, you do so at your own discretion. The tour guide will NOT let anyone be isolated at any time. If someone needs to leave, the whole group has to go because he will not allow anyone to go off by himself, even just around a corner. If McKenzie is near, they say that you'll feel the air go very cold VERY fast. But only around you. The best defense for this is just to move a step over. But the most prominent thing about McKenzie is that he learns and experiments how to get a person isolated from the group because he only attacks one person at a time. So now, you'll feel the cold chill, move a step away, and a couple minutes later feel another cold chill, step away, and then another, and another, every time moving farther and farther away from the group. And as soon as your just barely out of eye sight, he gets you. The group will hear a scream, and find the victim unconscious with burns around his or her neck, and as soon as they pass the gate, the victim will wake up only remebering disembodies hands trying to strangle him or her.
But he doesn't always full out attack you. The most common attacks are in the form of pinching, ripping clothes, cuts, and other pranks. Which is where I come in. So here's my story. When I entered the graveyard, there is actual physical proof that my jacket was fine, no rips, nothing at all. We have this proof because my friend snapped a random picture and I happened to be in it. No rip, nothing. But just after we left the graveyard, there was a huge rip down the side of my jacket. I hadn't walked into, bumped, fallen, snagged it on anything. But there it was, a good 6 inches down the side of my jacket. Physical proof that it hadn't been there when we first entered the graveyard and suddenly discovered less thay 5 minutes after we left... My friend Mia had nightmares that night and had to sleep with the light on.
But don't worry, I'm still safe and sound!
1 comment:
What the eff?!?!?! That's terrifying! I love a good story of a ghost encounter. We totally have to hit Edinburgh when I come visit. I love love love haunted places. Oh that reminds me, you know that playground up the street from our house? And there's a grove of trees with a stone fence all around it? It used to be a Civil War graveyard, but then they moved it. I have no idea if they actually moved the bodies or not. Spoookkkkyyyyy!!!
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