A few months back I posted a story about my experience in Edinburgh at Mary King's Close. Well I went back to Edinburgh in June and something else happened!
My fiancé had never been to Edinburgh so we decided to take a day trip there. He is into his paranormal movies and loves to give himself a scare, but is a total non-believer when it comes to ghosts. Naturally, therefore, he was up for visiting Mary King's Close, and was most looking forward to making fun of me the whole way around the tour about my non-existent "ghost friend".
We headed there around 12. 30 and I have to say, I wasn't anxious at all and was quite looking forward to it. Around 30 minutes into the tour, I very very suddenly started to feel unwell. I felt very sick, but wanted to keep going so I didn't ruin the tour for my fiancé. But then I started to feel even worse, to the point of feeling like I might pass out. I took 5 minutes to sit down and the feeling of wanting to pass out subsided but my stomach still felt upset.
I was so focused on myself that I completely didn't even realize we were in the room next to where my original experience happened. It was only when my fiancé started complaining, "When are we going to get to this place you saw the ghost?" that I actually remembered. I have to say, the whole place is nowhere near as dark as it was when I originally went there. I even found myself trying to make reflections from the lights on my glasses to see if I could recreate my previous experience (which I couldn't do!). Once we left the tour and headed back out into Edinburgh's main street, I felt much better straight away.
Here is my fiancé's theory about the whole thing - it was fairly warm in the rooms and I was wearing a long sleeved shirt, so could be that I just overheated (it wasn't a hot day, in fact it rained the whole time we were there). We had just eaten so maybe something was upsetting my stomach, making me feel sick. Also, in the room where I suddenly felt unwell, the tour guide was graphically talking about the symptoms of the plague. I'm not squeamish, but you know some people can randomly have an aversion to talking about this sort of thing. He believes that subconsciously I was probably apprehensive about being there.
But honestly, for me it's just such a huge coincidence that I had something happen in the same place twice. To be suddenly so unwell then be totally fine the rest of the day is very weird. Think it's worth mentioning that this time I didn't feel any presence in the room, or even in that other place where I felt unwell.
Needless to say, I'm probably not going to go back for a third time. Who knows what might happen!
Thank you for reading:)