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A blanket of mist soon settled itself upon the desolate Scottish moors as dusk began to envelope the castle. “It's gettin dark ladies,” Don warned. “Let's get back to the hotel and we'll do the tour tomorrow in the daylight. This place is giving me the creeps! <img src='style_emoticons//unsure.gif’ border=’0′ style=’vertical-align:middle’ alt=’unsure.gif’ />
Just then the Jester reappeared from nowhere to inform the group that they would have to spend the night in the castle. It seems the bridge to the castle had unexpectedly collapsed and could not be repaired until the morning.
“OVER MY DEAD BODY AM I SPENDING THE NIGHT HERE!” <img src='style_emoticons//ohmy.gif’ border=’0′ style=’vertical-align:middle’ alt=’ohmy.gif’ /> Denise screamed.
“Ah, choose ye words carefully my bonnie lass,” the Jester scolded. “There are bedrooms for everyone, and dinner is waiting for you in the Dining Hall. Follow me …”