I am obsessed. Yeah I know this is only my second blog on castles but, I think about them a lot. My book is set in one and I like playing video games that have them in it (rpgs) and I have a statue of one on my desk.
Romance is not what I think of when I think about castles. It’s the history. How many people walked the halls, sat and ate in the great hall, slept in the bedrooms and just lived in them. Love, hate, birth, death, treachery, chivalry, jealousy and every other emotion or action a person could experience happened in those halls.
Walking down the halls and touching the walls, how many others did that same gesture? The thought of all the people who went before us in these halls staggers the mind. Makes us feel small and insignificant, but also gives us a feeling of eternal life.. I can understand the kids/adults who tag the walls of buildings with spray paint. They are saying “I was here, Remember me!” life is too often fleeting.
I lived briefly in a house that was built-in 1880. I could feel the lives/emotions that were soaked in the walls. It was almost as if I could touch them. The rooms held echoes of laughter and tears. It was haunted by a lady who loved fried potatoes and chocolate chip cookies. At different times we could smell them being cooked. History, human history, filled the house with a sense of belonging.
Have you ever had this feeling? Have you ever had strange or unusual experiences in an old house or building? Do ghosts bother or thrill you? Are you afraid of things that go bump in the night?
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