Real Mary King's Close

Jayne, Jayne, does Carol know you are doing this? LOL. Oh and just what I need, another darn web cam to watch................

About five minutes ago I saw a bright dot appear at the top right of the picture and vanish upwards at speed. Before that someone had been waving a torch around from the doorway, but they left and I saw them close the door. A few seconds later the dot appeared. It was far too small to be the beam of a torch, so I suppose that just leaves dust, an insect or an orb. How intriguing!

It's very late, I'm wandering down the dark dimly lit corridor. I hear a strange scary booming sound that seems to come from within my heart, then a hooded figure suddenly appears from nowhere. I somehow find the courage to ask him what the strange sound is as I am desperate to know and he beckons to me to follow. We travel for what seems like miles through underground caverns and narrow water filled passageways, round twisted tree roots and strange crooked trees, moss covered rocks strewn along dark winding streams with unseen hands reaching out trying to clutch at our legs until we finally come to a clearing it is dark and forboding and at the far end a massive cathedral like rock with a huge oak door bound with huge metal bars dripping with what I thought was water. The sound is now deafening and filling my head with a dreadful screaming screeching wailing and I beg my hooded companion to tell me what on earth it could be...he tells me it is an ancient forbidden secret and if he tells me I can never reveal it for if I did I would surely die, I promise never to tell and so the hooded figure slowly opens the door to reveal.................................

what I promised never to tell!

It's too bad. I'm going to have to write and complain.