Ghost Hunters

So I went on the ghost tour today. I decided on the one called Ghost hunters because it did not allow children do to the goriness of the stories and higher scare chances. Alas, I did not see a ghost though. Our guide told us though that "The Watcher" was actually following us; though he commonly follows most groups. With the sole intention of making sure they leave sooner than later. He has a history of turning off all the lights, blowing out candles, throwing rocks, scratching people, and even on three occasions, possessing someone to make people leave faster. I even hung out in the room they call his HQ, which is where he most commonly truly "attacks" people. The funny thing about him though, is even though he's called the watcher, the people who have actually seen his face (which is rare, usually you hear his footsteps, see his boots, or feel him breathing on your neck) say he has no eyes, just holes in his head. And that his mouth is just a black elongated hole in his chin. Sounds to me like how the victims looked in The Ring.
The closest thing I had to an actual encounter is that I did notice while in one room that a single candle down the hall and in the next room was flickering. Because I remember thinking, how funny if my biggest encounter here is a draft. This was ironic because when we hit the next room, she mentioned that if you feel a draft at all, it isn't. Because we are four stories underground and there are no drafts. As in the builders who were making sure it was safe when they opened up the vaults in '96 said it was impossible for there to be any when someone mentioned one. So who knows what I saw. Could have been anything or nothing. I like to think it was something though.
Thus ends my Edinburgh ghost tour through the vaults. Though I did hear some amazing stories from throughout Edinburgh's past. Definitely a fun adventure. And for my friends who have complained about some of the tour guides lacking authenticity. My gal and a thick Scottish accent, and got awesomely into the stories, including jumping out at us and screaming when appropriate in the stories. Or just simply refusing to go into the Watcher's room, because as she put it "I just don't like that room and I don't go in it if I can help it." So I was highly satisfied with her.