In past Tis the Seasons, I’ve shared many, many holiday stories: family traditions, interesting historical tidbits, heartfelt sentiments, favorite songs, and so on. When faced with writing a post this year, though, writers block hit and it hit HARD. I had lots of ideas, from sharing new memories to fleshing out older stories, but every time I sat down to write, I ended up staring at a blank page. The words just wouldn’t come.
Then, I got thinking about what my friend Rachel said in her post earlier this week about Christmas being a time of light in the darkness and hope when all feels lost. The more I thought about it, the more it felt right. Light in the darkness… what a timely message.
We live in days of darkness, days of sorrow, days of pain, days of disappointment. It’s been a rough year for so many both here in America and abroad. We live in days of horrific war, days of the displacement and death of innocents, days of bombs and destruction. We live in days of intolerance, of cruelty, of fear. We live in days where people are massacred and ostracized for their beliefs, for their cultural heritage, for their orientation, and for their gender. We live in days of doubt and days of deep insecurity where truth and trust cease to exist. Continue reading →
I kind of dropped the ball on Halloween this year. After briefly considering slapping together a “Hipster Belle” outfit, I abandoned the idea after an unsuccessful thrift store run. Then school took over my life, and holidays were out of the picture completely. It’s been a blast, though, seeing my fellow students wandering out campus in various costumes. I’ve passed Loki, demonic bunnies, Anna from Frozen, pirates, Homestuck characters, Mario and Luigi, Link, Catwoman, and many others. I did a double take as I passed one of my former professors dressed in a gorilla suit.
In light of my lack of plans, how about I tell about what happened to me around Halloween last year? It’s a pretty good story, and fits the holiday well.
A year ago, I was in Edinburgh, Scotland. We took the morning train up from London and spent the afternoon wandering the streets, touring the castle, and dining at the Elephant House (the cafe where J.K. Rowling wrote the first few Harry Potter books.)
Once the sun had set, we did a ghost tour of the oldest parts of the city.
Guided by a charismatic young Scotsman named Hugh, we wandered around St. Giles Cathedral, down some of the closes, and learned about public hangings, beheadings, and the nightly gardyloo (where everyone dumped their chamber pots into the street). We then went indoors and Hugh showed us a room filled with medieval torture devices. He explained how all of them work. Let me tell you… Edinburgh was a VIOLENT city.
Then, we went into the secret underground vaults. These vaults had been used way back when for tons of different purposes, varying from illegal pubs, hiding spaces from fires, and a place for homeless people to escape from punishment (apparently, it wasn’t legal to be homeless in the medieval times). Then, at some point, they had been locked up, forgotten, and left to fester for over a hundred years. They were rediscovered by some students in the 1970’s.
When I hear ghost tours, I usually expect interesting historical stories mixed with the occasional story about a creepy incident that happened there. There’s a hint of reality to the hauntings, but mainly shameless tourism and fun history.
Yeah… that’s not the case in Scotland.
The vaults we entered were home to all sorts of horrific events. Murders, cholera, famine, plague, rape, violence, brawling, people locked in and left to go blind and die, and countless cases of violence followed by rape followed by gang rape followed by murder.
There was a Wiccan temple in one of the rooms, all lit up and decorated in colorful banners and trappings. There was a room with a stone circle where the Wiccans had supposedly trapped a demon. In one of the rooms, Hugh made the girls stand on one side of the room and boys on the other. Apparently, people were frequently tossed about violently by unseen forces and separating the genders sedated the activity. We were then told that the room we were in was the most haunted room in Scotland. At this point, my friends Mackenzie, Anna, and Marisa and I huddled close together.
It was, without a doubt, the darkest place I had ever been. The very air felt evil. As Hugh guided us from room to room, telling us story after story of the ghosts that haunt the place, I could feel their dark presences. Being a Christian, I knew that I was protected from all forces of darkness, but that night I learned all too well what it feels like to be in the presence of demons. I could feel them reaching out at me, scraping at my spirit like fingernails on a blackboard.
When the tour finally ended and we stepped into the cool Scottish night, Anna turned to us and said, “That was the worst place I’ve ever been. I need a drink.” So we finished the evening at the hostel’s bar sipping cider and thinking about our tour of the Highlands the next day.
This all happened the night after Halloween. It’s the scariest story I have to tell, and I hope it stays that way. The thing about my encounter is that forces of darkness are real and coming face to face with them changes your perspective. It’s not something you easily forget.
So there you have it, readers. My scary Halloween story.
What’s the scariest thing to ever happen to you?
Or, here’s a lighter question: What did you dress up as for Halloween?