If yinna ever walk through the Queens Staircase at night especially…
If yinna ever walk through the Queens Staircase at night especially by that waterfall turn around now Cause if yinna step too far in something might step out and follow yinna home
That place aint just haunted it a battlefield The spirits trapped there aint evil but they aint at peace either They was warriors fighters enslaved people who died trying to take back what was stolen from them And to this day they still fighting But sometimes they cant tell the difference between the living and the ones who put them in chains
People who walk through there late at night swear they hear whispers low angry like a battle plan being whispered through clenched teeth But if yinna stop and listen too long that when it change That when yinna hear the sound that make grown men run chains dragging Slow at first like something just starting to move Then faster Closer The sound of metal scraping over stone mixed with deep heavy breaths like something trying to catch up
Then yinna feel it The air get tight The back of yinna neck get cold And if yinna standing at the top of them steps Pray
More than 25 people have been pushed from the top of the staircase A hard rough shove like hands full of rage gripping their shoulders and throwing them forward They aint die but they was left badly injured like the spirits trying to make sure they feel a piece of the suffering that happen there Some say it only happen to people who dont believe or people who laugh and joke while walking through Like the ancestors reminding them this aint no joke
And if yinna think it only the top of the stairs that dangerous yinna dead wrong
Some say they see figures crawling up behind them hands gripping the stone fingers digging into the rock Old torn up clothes hanging off they bodies hair wild and matted eyes burning with something that aint human rage it something deeper Something older The spirits dont walk like the living They crawl Up the steps Along the walls Some moving like spiders some dragging theyself up with raw bloody hands like they trying to reach something Or someone
And then there the real terror
People who pass through there drunk or high wake up in they beds feeling hands around they throat ice cold fingers pressing down while something whispers in a voice that sound broken like it been screaming for centuries Some wake up and see a figure standing over them tall dark faceless just watching The unlucky ones They dont wake up at all
Guards who used to work up by Fort Fincastle quit cause of what they see figures standing by the waterfall but when they shine light Gone One guard say he see a man in torn up slave clothes crawling up the stairs fingernails digging into the stone looking up at him with hollow black eyes He quit the next day
But what most people dont know what real unsettling is what under they feet cause from the bottom of the staircase stretching all the way to the parking lot of the hospital by the entrance to Princess Margaret buried beneath all that stone and pavement is a mass grave of the enslaved Hundreds of bodies piled together left to rot where they fell
And some say late at night when the air get real still yinna could hear it not just whispers not just chains but something deeper a groan rising from the ground itself like the earth itself trying to breathe trying to speak trying to let them out
And if yinna ever walk through alone and hear footsteps behind yinna dragging slow heavy dont turn around Just run Cause once they mistake yinna for the enemy Yinna might not make it out
And if yinna think this just stories go there on a quiet night Stand by the waterfall Close yinna eyes Listen Cause they hear you
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