Hell, what a night.
My "vacation" consists of being a travel buddy for my mother. We're in Biringham at the moment, because she has training to do at a education centre; we're going to be here two days. I've got fic work to complete, so I'm borrowing her notebook at the minute, and damn, this is a tiny little machine. The words are piddly here. :P
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I'll be looking forward to your story this creepy experience inspired. :)
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We stayed at a hotel last year that my mum is sure is haunted. We took the dog and she was freaking out and shaking so bad we couldn't leave her alone in the room to go and eat. Later I was reading about the place and the original site is about 600 years old and used to have a tunnel to some old monastery in the area where the room was. Can't remember what else, but it was full of interesting history and ghost potential.
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I did a little digging, and volia. A maid got locked in a chest, something of that sort, and some other guests complained of shuffling feet and cold breath on their necks. The corriders were creepier though. There were actual compliants about the motion sensory lights. The effect they gave was the opposite of modern.
That sounds megaly eerie. Animals seem to be quite partial to that kind of thing. And old monasteries are powder kegs for that kind of potential.
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That sounds bloody frightening as all hell. Poor little thing! That has to be so scary-I believe in the supernatural yet something like this has never happened to me!
AAAH! The fic sounds epic though. Those based on personal experience are usually pretty fantastic.
And I MISS YOU!
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