My opinion of this place has officially sunk so low to the point of being irredeemable.

Last night, we did a ghost walk with a group of teenagers. This means that they walk down to the ruins of a 16th century Friary and we tell them ghosts stories. Three of us went down early dressed in black cloaks. I was supposed to be the Black Nun and ring the bell to scare them.

Well, they weren't scared. Far from it. In fact, as soon as they saw me and heard the bell, the boys came running after me. They were pulling at my costume, pushing me, shoving me, and kicking me. They came at me three times. The only way I could keep them away was if I swung the bell at them, because no one wants to get hit by a heavy brass bell. I didn't touch anyone or hit anyone. After the third time of them coming and attacking me when all I was doing was trying to run away, I exploded and yelled at them: "if you touch me again, I swear to God..." that sort of thing.

And then I walked back to Corrymeela.


I'm going to be counting down the days until I can leave.