Okay, I admit it, I'm a hopeless blogger! It's been over a month since I shared anything with you. But, in my defense I would like to state that in that time I have moved, been remodelling, having an addition built, rehearsing for the part of Glinda in The Wizard of Oz, been running my business, and, oh yes, let's not forget, writing the 3rd Custodian Novel. Phew! So I ask forgiveness if my blogging isn't up to par. I'm not complaining, though. I do admit all this stuff going on at once can get a little overwhelming but it's also very exciting.
But enough about my hectic life. I would like to tell you the story of what happened when I was down in the dungeons of Norwich Castle (as promised).
To get to the dungeons you first have to walk through a room filled with all kinds of torture instruments *shudders*. Then through a room where 'my' talking heads reside, along with a couple of cells with manequins in, just like I described in The Emerald Staff.
My guide was about to take me down into the actual dungeon when she noticed the lights were off. I looked down the stairs leading to the god forsaken hole in the ground and it was black as pitch down there. I really did shudder then. My guide explained that the light switch was up in the guard's office and told me to stay where I was, while she went and turned them on.
She left, leaving me all alone surrounded by cells and unsavory looking wax heads, which just got my imagination flowing. After a moment I started to hear chains rattle and people moaning. It was the most forlorn sound I'd ever heard. Suffering and misery was apparent in the sounds resonating around the room.
The strange thing was I wasn't spooked. My first thought was that the guide had turned on a CD while she was up in the guard's office to add to the atmosphere. She had told me there would be a guided tour of the dungeons shortly after my private one. I just assumed they did that to give people a better idea of what it would have sounded like in the days where people were locked away and forgotten about.
A while later the guide returned and I mentioned to her how I thought the CD of moaning voices and rattling chains was an excellent idea. She gave me a strange look and said, "We don't play any CDs down here."