In the 15th century, a princess of one of the German clans suddenly gathered in a nun, but the welfare of the clan needed support, and there was a expectation of marriage. In the end, the princess was temporarily walled up in some "remote corner" of a huge castle.
So that she, as if in a cell, was isolated from the outside world, as if in accordance with her views on spiritual destiny. When the time came to bring her back to the light of day, which had supposedly changed her mind, it turned out, according to legend, that the bricklayer, who only knew where she was immured, was executed by mistake.
The princess was not found. Over time, the legend no longer needed any justification, as if it had outgrown it.
And today, a translucent girl wanders around the castle at night, as if looking for someone. It is believed that she changed her mind and agreed to get married. That only then she will finally be able to leave this world, probably together with her chosen one. But the princess seems to be picky. Several researchers have already disappeared in this Shabort castle, trying to find the secret room where the bride was walled up. And the missing researchers also became part of the legend. And the ghost still wanders - "the princess chooses the groom."
It is troublesome to drive out the ghost, and the castle will lose value, and it happens that another ghost, having survived even the castle itself, wanders among the ruins. So, in Scotland, on the ruins of towers and walls erected in the XIII century (near Newcastleton), a certain Redcap Sly still lives - the family ghost of the Lords Soulis. This place has long been considered ominous: sometime under mysterious circumstances, a Scottish queen died here.
However, this is hardly connected with the appearance of the family spirit of the Lords Soulis. They say that Redcap Sly is a terrible old man, toothless, but with the remaining fangs. For the first time, he appeared to Lord Samuel Soulis, who was a warlock and made human sacrifices during secret rituals in the dungeons of the castle.
Whether the spirit had a prototype is unknown. It is believed that "old Redcap" did not resemble any of the Soulis family. Perhaps the spirit was accidentally summoned by the lord from "nothingness" during the witchcraft.
Let's say in parentheses, there are cases when a sorcerer became a victim of his brainchild. It is documented that in 733 in Damascus in broad daylight on the market square, the warlock Abu al Hazred was literally torn apart by someone invisible.
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Lord Samuel Soulis tried to subdue the spirit, but, according to legend, only a three times twisted rope of sand could keep him, and the lord went crazy trying to make it. Nevertheless, the crazy lord wrote in his will that he still managed to cope with "old Redcap", that he walled up the ghost in the wall. And now, through the centuries, when the wall collapsed, Redcap Sligh wanders through the ruins.
Castle Gleimis seems to absorb into itself and other people's legends so, the murder of King Malcolm II, who ruled in the XI century, B, too, for some reason, is now associated with the castle, built three hundred years later. Although, it would seem, the castle Gleimis lacks its own terrible legends.
Many legends are kept within the walls of Gleimis Castle. Constantly shrouded in fogs, but himself, as it were, ghostly. Built in the XIV century, this castle is still inhabited, but almost equally inhabited by people and ghosts.
It is believed that this is where Macbeth killed King Duncan, as Shakespeare mentions this castle. It is believed that the spirit of Macbeth is still seen in one of the windows. The castle is interesting, by the way, because there are more windows outside than inside, and maybe some of them are also ghostly. Isn't that where Macbeth appears?
There is also a ghostly vampire in the castle: a long time ago one of the maids was caught - while drinking blood from the mistress at night. And, as usual, she was walled up in a secret room, but, according to legend, the vampire maid did not die, but fell asleep. One day someone will find her and wake her up, but for now her ghost is wandering around the castle.
There are other ghosts of unknown origin. "Jacques the Runner", sweeping along the alley along the castle - perhaps some kind of messenger who never delivered a report. Some "gray ladies" appearing - one after another - from the small chapel.
In the family of Strathmores, the owners of this castle, almost in our time, in the 19th century, a freak was born - "Monster Gleamies", under this name he gained fame. As the firstborn, he was the rightful heir to the title and fortune. But for a long time it remained unclear whether the little monster would survive. And while they decided to hide it in a secret room.
Three knew about his existence - the count himself, the family's lawyer and the manager. Soon a second son was born, who, in the end, entered into inheritance rights. And the monster grew in the meantime and even over time became covered with thin hair.
This legend has different versions. The monster survived several generations of the Strathmore family. Each heir on the day of his majority received a "gift": he was shown a monster - the true heir to the title and fortune.
They say that the monster lived a surprisingly long time and died either in 1921 or in 1941. Rumors about him had been circulating for a long time … Back in 1880, newspapers wrote that a chimney sweep noticed a chimney knee above the fireplace, going into a blank wall, and discovered something that he should not have found - a secret room in the depths of the castle.
He met the terrible guest and reported him to the manager. The chimney sweep disappeared without a trace, and there were rumors that the Strathmores had awarded him good compensation and a ticket to Australia for "moral damage". “Do not go into family legends. Build your own castle, and the descendants, you see, will acquire a legend."
According to another version, every firstborn of this family was born a freak - this was how the longevity of the monster was explained.
Maxim SIVERSKY