I’ve been studying a suicide. The notes that found me were so old, fragile, and molded that I did not wish to uncrumple them with bare hands. I’ve only had one name to go by - that of the daughter, who the note was left for.
The obituary I uncovered has left me more questions than answers. Dated June 2018, the death happened four months ago.
I don't even know where to begin with Alcatraz! It's outstanding; this was where the worst of the worst prisoners went! The real deal! Walking through it, you have to remind yourself of that many times. The tinest cells ever, the pitch black D block cell if you misbehaved, the kitchen surrounded with tear gas if a fight broke out. The audio tour really paints a picture of the life of the prisoners and the guards. More pictures to come! .
In dank decay, spirits advance, whispering tales of old and dead romance...
On one of my tours of the underground vaults in Edinburgh, this vault and stone circle supposedly contains a poltergeist. The tour guide said people have stepped inside and things have happened to them, such as bad dreams, indigestion and marks appearing on their body and that he wouldn’t step inside the circle, but we were welcome to. So I did, naturally. I’m still here, but whether I’m alive is a whole different story... 👻 Also noteworthy was that I was one of only two people to step inside the circle, and the only woman. 🤘🏻