I once spent the night entirely alone in the ancient structure of Durham Castle, comprising scores of empty hallways, passages and a hundred-plus bedrooms; the kitchens, Feasting Hall; and both an underground Norman Chapel with peculiarly eroded primitive cravings, and a severely-dignified 16th century chapel.
I was, at the time, a Resident Don, living in the junction to the Victorian-restored and residential Keep. It was, I think, the Easter vacation, when undergraduates were absent; and also, for reasons that I cannot now remember, the place was also vacated by postgraduates, the other Dons, and even the college porter and her family who lived in the gatehouse at the back-left of the above illustration.
The porter told me that I was the only person remaining in residence for the one night; and gave me instructions for locking-up and security.
On the actual night in question, at first I was unfazed - just getting on with my work. Then it became dark, and mostly very quiet...
But there were, in fact, many noises of many kinds, of the kind one would expect in very old buildings; especially creakings and short deep thuds.
Quite suddenly I became afraid; and experienced an involuntary picture in my mind of the many dark, empty rooms that surrounded me - and I felt very alone.
I considered going out, but did not fancy venturing through the empty halls and courtyard, and liked even less the idea of returning.
I did not even want to speak to somebody on the phone - since this would somehow amplify awareness of the oppressive sense of the building around me.
In the end, I adopted the cowardly tactic of distraction and hiding; I turned the television and music up loud until I went to bed; inserted earplugs, and took refuge in the oblivion of sleep.
By the next morning, everything seemed normal and friendly, and I rather enjoyed the interval until people began to trickle back. But I still recall how thoroughly I spooked myself -- or else became aware of aspects of the situation that were normally drowned-out of consciousness by the intrusive presence, activities, sounds of many people.
4 comments:
That sounds amazing, thanks for sharing. You stimulated my imagination.
I have to say you dropped the ball on a great opportunity though. Past Bruce was a silly man
@Hagel - I sure did wimp out. Especially since Durham Castle is notoriously haunted. https://www.thisisdurham.com/blog/read/2021/10/five-frightful-durham-ghost-stories-b356
I wonder if you would have felt the same had spent the night alone in a 16th-century cottage. Unlikely, which makes me think the size and nature of the structure in question was the chief source of spooking. I probably would have been spooked, too -- with or without any foreknowledge of ghosts or hauntings.
There's an entire genre of horror that revolves around the idea of Liminal Space: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Liminal_space_(aesthetic)
The most famous work in this vein is The Backrooms: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Backrooms
It's a fictional universe based almost entirely off of a creepy picture of a mall hallway posted to a forum. Another example is the overlook Hotel in the Shining, which was actually designed with impossible architecture, and doors which switched handles/hinges from shot to shot, just to throw off viewers and make them think that something was wrong, (but not something that they could consciously identify...)
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