"The Hand breaks through the window and tries to open up the lock. The little girl takes a cleaver and chops it off at the wrist and realizes that it's still hanging there...clicking the lock of the door..."
Okay, I was wrong. Dublin is even more scary. There are a lot of ghosts/spirits/crypts around here. Last night we went on the Ghost Bus Tour. Yes, I went -- and then asked myself what I'd gotten myself into. Yes, I was scared. Yes, it was in the dark of night. Yes, we were walking around the ruins of castles and churches and graveyards.
The tour guide was quite good. We learned about Bram Stoker (he grew up here) and we also learned about being buried alive as well as ghosts who appear to people as visions and on their cameras as orbs. There was one woman who took a photo and a green smokiness showed up in her photo looking like a woman with flowing hair and a flowing robe hanging there. It was quite creepy. Needless to say, I didn't sleep very well last night.
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