I'm just going to start out by formally apologizing to Nathan for making him go on this weird adventure with me.
Ever since I was little I've been watching Ghost Hunters, Ghost Adventures, and other crazy ghost shows. My dream has been to go ghost hunting in Edinburgh as it is known as one of the most haunted cities in the world. Nathan presented me with this wonderful opportunity to go to Europe with him and Edinburgh so of course I said yes! Unfortunately, I made him come along with my ghost hunting endeavors.
Goal Number One: find a haunted tour.
Nate did some research into what the tours offered the best ones. A local blogger stated that there were "Jump Scares" in some tours. He sat in our room with a worried stare at his phone. After 30 minutes or so, I got his approval on a tour. We set up a time at 20:00 (right around dusk) to meet at the old church location. The tour guide was quirky and fun as she made Scottish humor jokes about how the Scottish usually go home from battle with their tails between their legs, and how their buildings were made out of mud at points so they just melted in all the rain.
As you can imagine, Europe has some amazing history, and a seemingly dark past. She then led us into the underground tunnels. You could tell Nate's hands were holding on tighter to mine and vice versa. We pulled out our flashlights and headed in. Right away, you could tell we were in an old cellar. The tone grew more grim as she led us through each room, each becoming increasingly darker and warmer. Going from room to room, Nathan started pointing out tricks he read online about the tours, like how light bounces of the reflective spots to create shadows, ect.
I'm not saying I believe in ghosts, but I do believe in the placebo affect. In the dark you could have dropped a pin and I would have still jumped sky high.
We come to a dark room that seems a bit chillier than the previous and the tour guide gather's us in a circle saying how ghosts have been known to "attack" people in this room. She blows out her candle, and the silence begins.
30 seconds....
45 seconds....
60 seconds....
90 seconds....
These 2 minutes are going by so slowly and nothing is happening.
She lights her candle again and starts joking that nothing usually happens, but there has been sightings of a ghost. All of a sudden this guy comes running out at the group of huddled up scared tourists in a Scream costume.
Note: Nate knew this was coming.
Nathan screams and ducks down behind me (in a very manly fashion of course) and grabs my waist as to offer me up as a sacrifice.
I HAVE NEVER LAUGHED SO HARD IN MY LIFE.
We exit out of the tunnels and it's still daylight, so we ask our tour guide for a good place to get a drink. She says to try this little bar up the street thats basement is known to be haunted, so we head of the street in search of the bar. The bar looked very scary and dark in origin so we decided to pass and make a better life choice: Whiskey at Deacon Brodie's (our favorite old famous tavern).
