hans peper wrote:
Thanks, for that Pilrig
I know that room. Did you hear the story about the "hound of Roslin Castle" he dissapeared exactly through that door you mentioned.
Here is a report of Mr. John Ritchie :
"I was born and brought up in Roslin, and went to school in the village. When I was about twelve years old my friend one Neil Leitch and I spent quite a bit of time playing in Roslin castle, as Neil's Aunt, Miss Leitch was the caretaker and lived in the castle some forty years ago. We explored most of the nooks and crannies of the Castle as boys of that age are wont to do.
One Saturday, near the end of February (my birthday is the 25th of February, this is why I remember it) we were exploring the second level corridor which connects the monks cells, the old scriptorium, and the dungeons, when all of a sudden we were aware of some light coming from the end of the corridor which had had the windows blocked up and there was normally no light and coming from that area, the light grew in intensity which was enough to alarm the senses of two twelve year olds, who admittedly were searching for just this kind of experience.
We both looked at each other to check that we were both aware of the phenomenon, we both turned at the same time and took off along the corridor at what seemed like record breaking speed, until we came to the old main kitchen which is a big room with a stone staircase which is built into the right hand side or the east wall of the castle as we hurried up the stair we looked down to see the light which had been growing and moving towards us down the corridor was what appeared to be a large wolfhound type dog, which ran underneath us, and appeared to go straight through the wall next to the large fireplace, which was the old main cooking area for the castle. We did not stop until we got up the staircase and through the door into the upper part of the castle.
To be suddenly met by Miss Leitch who could tell from our nervous state that something had happened, when we blurted out the story, Miss Leitch smiled and said "aye boys its an old castle, with lots of strange things like that, but dinna worry about them they will no harm ye, come and have a bottle of lemonade". Nothing more was said, we drank our lemonade and had some biscuits and the sense of fear dropped away. But, we did not go near that particular corridor for quite a long time.
Much later we looked at the wall where the apparition of the dog had disappeared to find that it had once been a doorway. The arch from the door still exists today. Miss Leitch, my friend Neils aunt, lived at the castle on her own for about twenty years as the sole caretaker and tourist guide, and many times recently, I have wished that I had spoken more to her about her experiences at the Castle, but youth rejects the wisdom of age and its only now I regret missing the opportunities, gifted to youth. "
This is the story of the hound and John Ritchie , but the entrance to the vault is not that door.
I know John Ritchie, he's a level-headed bloke not given to flights of fantasy.
I didn't look too close when me and the missus were in the castle...I just wanted to get the hell out ! Nothing supernatural about that, I just don't like dark places. There are worse in fact this place in East Lothian http://ukspectre.webs.com/yestercastle.htm
gave me the creeps on a sunny September day, funny enough Yester Castle the ruin is superficially similar to its Rosslyn counterpart.
Not far up the North Esk valley is another allegedly haunted place - Old Woodhouselee http://www.mysteriousbritain.co.uk/scot ... selee.html