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            Castle Stuart
          Petty Parish, Inverness, Scotland, IV1 2JH
          Tel. 01463 790745 Fax. 01463 792604 

            The Castle has a spiral staircase
          which  might not be suitable for guests with
          reduced mobility.

             If you're looking for a haunted Scottish castle
          to stay in, this comes close to being the ideal.
          Castle Stuart stands alone, about five miles east
          of Aberdeen not far from the haunted
          battlefield of Culloden.  Castle Stuart was
          started by the first Earl of Moray, half brother
          of Mary Queen of Scots, in or around 1561.

             However, he was brutally murdered and so the
          castle was not finally completed until the time of
          the Third Earl of Moray in 1625.
         

             Not long after it was completed it
          was attacked by the Clan McIntosh as part of
          the perpetual feuding that went on in those
          times.

             The Stuarts decided that the wisest course
          was to flee Castle Stuart and never return.
          After this, the Castle began to fall into
          disrepair.

              After the Battle of Culloden, the clans were
          defeated and the Stuarts were able to return to
          the castle. However, in the mean time the place
          had started to get the reputation of being
          haunted. In 1798 a storm of terrible ferocity
          struck the castle and tore off the roof of the
          East Tower. It was easier to block off the main
                     part of the castle from its broken
          wing; so the East Tower with its staircases and
          attics was sealed off.

                        In the 1930s a Canadian man
          called John Cameron made an attempt to repair it.
          He tells how he was up on a ladder, working alone
          at the castle after all the workmen had
          departed. He found an area of the plaster that
          seemed different to the rest and after knocking
          it came to the idea that it was a closed up
          doorway into the sealed up wing. He was so keen
          to find what was behind the wall that he worked
          on alone. He soon found that he had exposed
          some steps. Then his chisel struck through into a
          void behind the wall. At that moment he heard a
          voice cry, "No!" in a half strangled wail. His
          heart started to hammer, but he stood there,
          chisel in hand at the top of his ladder. He
          managed to convince himself that the voice was
          his imagination and he worked on. But then as he
          struck again, he was pushed full in the chest and
          fell backwards off the ladder. The air was filled
          with a strange force and a fetid smell. He ran
          out of the building to where his car was.
          But as he stood there, breathing heavily, he
          knew he had to go back; he'd left all his tools
          there, including his torch and all the temporary
          electric lights were blazing. What would
          people think if he admitted he'd fled because of
          a ghost? So, he went back in, wedging the door
          open. He'd left his car headlights full on, pointing
          at the door so that when he switched out the
          castle's lights, he wouldn't be left in complete
          darkness. The castle was silent. Mr Cameron soon
          found his tools, and his torch, broken as he'd
          dropped it or kicked it. He took a few breaths
          and then switched off the lights. Instead of still
          being in the bright beams of the headlights, he
          found he was in utter darkness. In a panic, he
          felt his way, stumbling towards the door. It had
          closed, despite the wedge. Suddenly he felt icy
          fingers grab him, and pull him back into the
          castle. His fear gave him strength and
          he pulled away, making it to the door and
          outside. He never entered the castle again.
          The Castle was finally bought by another
          family of Stuarts in 1977; this time from
          Renfrewshire via a business career in the USA
          who began to restore all of it, including the
          haunted East Tower. The other famous ghost
          story concerns the castle's haunted room. The
          Haunted Room is the three turreted room at the
          top of the East Tower.

                        The tale told about the haunted room has the
                     air of a folk story, but is widely believed to be
                     true. At some time in the past, one of the Earls
                     of Moray returned from the high life in London to
                     live in the castle. However, he didn't stay long
                     because of the ghosts there. Though he didn't
                     see the ghost himself, he heard enough blood
                     curdling noises to convince him, he didn't want to
                     live at Castle Stuart. However his curiousity was
                     fired, and the Earl offered a £20 reward for
                     the man who would find out what was behind the
                     haunting. Despite that being a lot of money in a
                     poor area, it was not eagerly taken up.

                         In the end, the local Presbyterian Minister,
                     got together three other men, a Shoemaker, a
                     Church Elder and a big irreverant Highlander
                     called Rob Angus. The Minister's plan was for
                     each of them to spend a night in the haunted
                     room. They wouldn't speak a word of what they
                     saw until all four were together again afterwards.
                     If their stories corroborated each other, then
                     there was obviously something in the ghost story.

                        Each of the men had to be left in the room
                     overnight. Some of them, the shoemaker
                     particularly, were not very keen and had only
                     offered to take part because the Minister put
                     pressure on them. Because of that perhaps, the
                     door to the room would be locked after them and
                     only unlocked in the morning.

                        The first night the Minister fell asleep in the
                     room and had a dream that a huge,blood
                     spattered highlander came into the room and sat
                     next to him. He awoke with a start to find
                     nobody there.

                        The next night, the Elder was sitting up
                     reading his Bible, when the same huge
                     highlander came in. The Elder sat there,
                     paralysed by fright, because not only was the
                     strange highland man in front of him, but behind
                     him, in the mirror, was the grinning face of a
                     skull. The Highlander asked the Elder what he
                     was doing there, but the poor man couldn't
                     answer because of the fear gripping him. The
                     Highlander took exception to this and advanced on
                     him with drawn dagger. At this point the Elder
                     fainted and didn't get his wits back for quite a
                     long time afterwards.

                        On the third night, the terrified shoemaker
                     took up his post. He tried the locked door, then
                     looked out of the window but saw there was no
                     escape that way- the drop was certain death.

                        He went back to sit and pray by the fire.
                     Later, in the depths of the night, the door
                     handle turned. The Shoemaker began to shiver
                     with terror, his teeth chattering, his eyes
                     staring as he watched the door slowly open.
                     A tall shape stood in the doorway, staring at him
                     and the Shoemaker knew at once that this was
                     the Devil himself.
                     
                        The Devil entered the room on his cloven
                     hooves and sat down in the other chair. The
                     Shoemaker sat there, rigid, hoping to die. Behind
                     him he saw the reflection of a skeleton in the
                     mirror, though there was no such thing in the
                     room. Suddenly the Devil sprung from his seat,
                     and the Shoemaker fainted.

                        The fourth night, it was the turn of Rob
                     Angus. This big, kind highland man was afraid of
                     nothing. With good humour he waved off the
                     servant who was there to lock the room. The
                     servant was an old drinking companion of Rob
                     Angus and as he closed the door, he said he
                     would see Rob in the morning. Rob replied, "You
                     will find me as I am, or dead."

                        The servant was the last man to see Rob Angus
                     alive. The next day he was shocked to find the
                     whole room upside down, with the furniture
                     broken and the mirror in pieces. There was no
                     sign of Rob in the room. The man ran to the
                     window and looked out: down there, smashed on
                     the ground was the lifeless body of Rob Angus.

                        The end to the tale was told by a drover
                     who'd been looking after his sheep late
                     around the castle. Abut half past midnight, he'd
                     heard the sound of a terrible struggle. He'd
                     looked up at the window of the Haunted Room and
                     by the light spilling out from it, he saw the body
                     of a large man, explode through the glass,
                     taking the frame with it. The Drover had been
                     terrified by that, but even more so, when he
                     looked up again at the window and saw the face
                     of the Devil grinning down at him.
         

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