The burial place of Seath Mor Sgor Fhiaclach, a 14th-century chief of the Clan Shaw, lies in a secluded area of the Forest of Rothiemurchus. In life Shaw was renowned as a warrior and in death it would seem little has changed. Travellers who have had the misfortune to pass through the burial glade have spoken of a gigantic figure challenging them to a battle. If they accept, no harm comes to them and the figure disappears, but it is said that if they show fear and flee they are never seen again. Throughout the 20th century vandals and the elements abetted the castles sad decline and, by the 1970’s, it was little more than a melancholic ruin.

The white lady is, apparently, of no fixed abode and can suddenly appear unannounced at sundry locations around the property. The English, however, were not interested in such legal niceties and the result of the trial was a foregone conclusion. So it was that the Scottish nobles turned to Edward 1st of England and asked him to mediate in the contest. Although there are no records of the Prince ever staying here, there are suggestions that he may well have dropped in for a "wee dram."Upon their return the following day, they found the room in a state of disrepair and some reported seeing a “shadow man” in the mirror which hung in the room. People who live in the stunningly beautiful Glencoe (aka Glen Coe) area generally agree that the spirits of the victims are still lingering, unable to move on because of their unexpected and violent demise. Winter is said to be the best time to glimpse spectral MacDonalds, particularly near the massacre’s anniversary, February 13. Some have reported ghostly figures crouching in the hills, still desperately trying to hide from the soldiers. Others say that they’ve heard the screams and wailing of the MacDonalds being killed all over again. Others still claim that they’ve actually seen the massacre reenacted in ghostly form. It is said that on his way to Invergarry castle, to present the heads to the chief of Clan MacDonald of Glengarry, Lom stopped at the spring to wash the heads to make them more presentable. More disturbing is the column of white mist, human in size, that has been known to materialise in mid air and drift briskly towards astonished witnesses. But, observing battle protocol, he sent two Dominican friars to offer a reprieve for all past misdemeanours if Wallace and his comrades would surrender. "Tell your commander that we are here not to make peace but to do battle, to defend ourselves," was Wallace’s contemptuous reply. "Let them come on and we shall prove this in their very beards."

Although now run by the National Trust for Scotland, it still has the feel of a family home, and the ghosts and legends that have collected both around and within its sturdy walls, lend it definite air of haunting mystery. Wallace returned to the town, murdered the sheriff in his bed, killed his son along with two hundred and forty English soldiers, merchants and commoners, before going on the run, rampaging his way across Scotland collecting fables and followers as he went. Listverse has told you about Edinburgh’s Old Vaults before, but some of the spirits that reside there are even scarier than the old legends of murderous grave robbers Burke and Hare storing their victims there. These underground chambers are locally known as Blair Street Vaults and thought to be the home of several nasty ghosts. [3] These spirits will not necessarily show themselves to you, but their faces sometimes show in photographs, and their presence is felt in a number of other ways. David, who takes charge of one of the groups for a vigil on the night, is usually joined by paranormal investigator and host Yvonne Hydes at the unique events. The sentence, however, was commuted and instead he was stripped of rank, titles and lands and fined 100,000 Scots merks.

Fingal's Cave

The ban on the sale of alcohol was lifted. But the one on tea was not. Thus the current owners, Scott and Cathy Fyfe will happily sell their guests the cup, spoon, water and milk, but the accompanying tea bag is free!

She added that they kept hearing bagpipes playing through their ghost hunting equipment. Gilmerton Cove, near Edinburgh But to return to the ghostly mariner. His roving shade has been encountered by many guests and all have commented on how solid and real he looks. Indeed many of them have not even realised his true nature until they have asked Scott or Cathy who he is and are told that they have been honoured with a sighting of the house’s ghost. Nobody knows who she was or, even what event, if any, made her such permanent fixture in the castles phantom guest book. She has been seen walking behind the iron bars of the ground floor windows in the ruinous 1702 wing and was recently captured on a digital photograph, taken by a guest at one of the many weddings now held at the castle. I will leave it up to readers to make their own minds up as to the veracity of the stories, but personally I’d like to draw on another quote from a very well-known film … I ain’t afraid of no ghost.Taking his words literally, the locals stormed the castle, wrapped de Soulis in lead, and plunged him head first into a boiling cauldron. Whether Spynie Palace suffered damage at this time is not known, but Alexander Stewart - known to history as the ‘Wolf of Badenoch’ - was later appointed keeper of the Palace by King Robert 111, following the death of the then Bishop in 1397. Visitors of Dryburgh Abbey Hotel have reported witnessing the woman journeying through the hotel and its grounds, and she has come to be known as “The Grey Lady”. Plague was a frequent visitor to the squalid and rat infested tenements of Edinburgh. But one of the worst visitations came in 1645 and the residents of Mary King's close were decimated by it. This white spectral figure reportedly haunts the crossroads in the centre of Pitlochry. Local people are well aware of the danger of the bogle and will often advise visitors to avoid the area after dark. It is said that one touch from the bogle means certain death within a year for the unfortunate victim.