The Haunted Underground Vaults, Edinburgh,
Scotland.
Far below the busy streets of modern Edinburgh lies a dark, forgotten
corner of history. Discovered in the mid-1980’s, the Edinburgh
Vaults had been abandoned for nearly two hundred years. Lying
beneath the South Bridge, a major Edinburgh passage, the rooms
were used as cellars, workshops and even as residences by the
businesses that plied their trade on the busy bridge above. Abandoned
soon after they were built due to excessive water and moisture,
the vaults remain, unaltered, never illuminated by the light of
day.
The South Bridge has stood since 1785 and it was around this time
that the huge supporting arches were first divided for use by
nearby businesses. The vaults were once bustling with life, the
vast overflow of an ever-growing city.
When the vaults became mostly abandoned because of the unwholesome
atmosphere they were still used sporadically by the poor and homeless
of Edinburgh society. As with any great concentration of unhealthy
people, there were outbreaks of plague and other devastating illnesses;
many of the people who took refuge in the vaults ultimately died
there. There is evidence that at least some of these people may
have met untimely ends because it was here in the Edinburgh Vaults
that the nefarious pair, Burke and Hare, plied their trade of
providing cadavers to the nearby teaching hospitals of Infirmary
Street.

Paranormal investigations have been conducted in the vaults practically
since their discovery and to date the location has not failed
to provide a wealth of disturbing and unexplainable activity.
Recently visited by the crew from England’s “Most
Haunted,” the vaults maintained their reputation as the
spookiest place in Edinburgh – no member of the team would
voluntarily return there.
Rookwood
Cemetery - Sydney, Australia
Victorian Rookwood necropolis in Sydney, but it is the grave of
the notorious Davenport Brothers, famous spiritualists. Rookwood
Cemetery (officially named The Necropolis and named when it opened
as The Necropolis, Haslams Creek.) is the largest multicultural
necropolis in the Southern Hemisphere, close to Lidcombe Station
in Sydney, Australia.
The name Rookwood came some 20
years after the establishment of the necropolis, it was a means
to differentiate the local village of Haslams Creek from the association
of the burial ground, the village changed its name to Rookwood,
and naturally the cemetery was soon known as Rookwood, the village
changed its name again in the early 20th Century to "Lidcombe"
(a combination of two Mayors names, Lidbury and Larcombe - Larcombe
was also a Monumental Stone Mason). The cemetery retained the
name Rookwood.
Approximately one million people
have their final resting place within the boundaries of its almost
3 km². The "Friends of Rookwood Inc" raise public
awareness of the cultural and historical value of the cemetery
and also the need to ensure its preservation.

Some older sections of Rookwood are overgrown with a riot of
plants, early horticultural plants, some now large trees or groves,
as well as an interesting array of remnant indigenous flora. This
results in quite an eclectic mix of flora to be found within the
necropolis. Many say that since so many are interred here it can't
just help being one of the most haunted places where the dead
are buried.
Walachia, Transylvania, Land of Dracul, Romania.

“Beyond the green swelling hills of the Mittel Land rose
mighty slopes of forest up to the lofty steeps of the Carpathians
themselves. Right and left of us they towered, with the afternoon
sun falling full upon them and bringing out all the glorious colours
of this beautiful range, deep blue and purple in the shadows of
the peaks, green and brown where grass and rock mingled, and an
endless perspective of jagged rock and pointed crags, till these
were themselves lost in the distance, where the snowy peaks rose
grandly . . .
“Just then a heavy cloud passed across the face of the moon,
so that we were again in darkness . . . This was all so strange
and uncanny that a dreadful fear came upon me, and I was afraid
to speak or move. The time seemed interminable, as we swept on
our way, now in almost complete darkness, for the rolling clouds
obscured the moon.
“We kept on ascending, with occasional periods of quick
descent, but in the main always ascending. Suddenly, I became
conscious of the fact that the driver was in the act of pulling
up the horses in the courtyard of a vast ruined castle, from whose
tall black windows came no ray of light, and whose broken battlements
showed a jagged line against the sky.”
-- “Dracula” by Bram Stoker.
“Perhaps the only place I felt Dracula’s presence
was on a long, curving road that twists over the Transylvanian
Alps. The area is so remote and impenetrable that no major road
crossed this often stormy mountain pass until 1974. As my car
climbed into the mist, traffic disappeared, and the radio stopped
working. The road passes a dam and a hydroelectric plant guarded
by a handful of soldiers standing alone in the gloom. And at the
bottom of the road are the ruins of a castle.

Dracula’s castle.

Really.
Dracula created this fortress as a refuge. When the Turkish army
surrounded him, he is said to have escaped through a tunnel and
disappeared into the mountains.

His young son was strapped to the side of his horse but slipped
off and was left for dead. His wife didn’t even try to flee.
She threw herself to death from a tower window.
I stepped out of the car to take a look. But it was night now,
and the climb to the castle would be difficult. I looked up at
the dark mountains and started to shiver, glad to have a car to
spirit me away.”
--Larry Bleiburg, The Dallas Morning News, January 2, 2005
We think that’s enough said!
The Haunted Catacombs, Paris,
France.

Long ago, as the city of Paris grew, it became necessary to provide
more space for the living. To do so, engineers and planners decided
to move the mass of humanity least likely to protest: in this
case, the dead. Millions of Parisian dead were quietly disinterred
in one of the largest engineering feats in history and their remains
were deposited along the walls of the chilly, dank passageways
lying beneath the City of Light. They lie there to this day, in
the eternal darkness, an Empire of the Dead.
The Paris Catacombs are infamous and much has been written about
their history and purpose. A million visitors a year are said
to walk the dank corridors and to stare at the bones and gaze
fixedly into the empty eye-sockets of the long dead. Many of these
same visitors, and some of their guides, have encountered more
than just the silence in the catacombs: they have had encounters
with ghostly inhabitants that roam the empty passageways and mutely
follow the tour groups around.

Several report seeing a group of shadows in one area of the catacombs;
as the living walk along, the dead follow in complete silence.
To some the experience is completely overwhelming and tours have
been cut short by the growing sense of unease. Photos have revealed
orbs and ghostly apparitions, and EVPs have been recorded throughout
the vaults.
The catacombs were first cleared in Roman times, with succeeding
generations of Gauls and Frenchmen perfecting the Roman engineering.
Now the catacombs are a veritable rabbit’s warren, and though
many boldly enter without a guide, to do so puts one at risk of
being lost there forever. There have been many reports of rash
individuals who wandered into the catacombs for a laugh and who
have never been seen again.

This, and many chilling tales of experiences in this Empire of
the Dead, put the Paris Catacombs on our list of most haunted
places.
Myrtles Plantation, Saint Francisville,
Louisiana

At that exact hour each dark night, Chloe's
restless ghost roams the great dark haunted plantation,
The Myrtles isn't an ordinary plantation. It's
supposed to be one of the most haunted houses in America. "
When Woodruff caught her, he cut off her left
ear and sent her to work in the kitchen. From then on, Chloe
wore a green turban to hide her disfigurement. She devised a
plan to regain the affection of him and the family. She boiled
poisonous oleander leaves and baked them into a cake.