Do you believe in ghosts? That was the question I was asked as I got an invitation to stay at a haunted castle over the past weekend. However, sad as it may be and my opinion hidden, we didn't see any ghosts over our night at the castle. Now, as for the trip. Wake up at 8am and try to function-- it simply doesn't happen very well for a university student. Of course I forget my camera, yet again. So back to bumming off friends, but hey what's Facebook for? Oh not to mention, we set out on a picturesque hike around a true Scottish loch, and I forget my rain jacket, a true necessity in these parts. But thankful for flatmates who like to travel with me, I was able to borrow an army pullover that helped breat the freezing wind. I have to admit though, it was an amazing hike watching the fog roll off the mountains covering the heater fields on our every side and the shimmering blue water being fed by a small stream. The specks of snow still on the far peaks made it postcard perfect. Blunders aside I made it a trip worthwhile. The we finally managed our way to the haunted castle, which by the number of times we got lost seemed to be more of a disappearing castle. Funny though how we get spoiled over here, when we find out how "new" this castle is being built in the late 1800s; but it really looked much older than it actually was. We then settled into our rooms for a haunting experience as we told ghost stories in the dark. We stayed up as late as we could trying to find that good story we could bring back but after hours of watching and listening, I got nothing. So it was a little disappointing we didn't get to see that ghost, but hey how many nights do you get to say "I slept in a castle"? A good time, that's the storyline here!