In the 16th and 17th centuries criminals hid in the dark streets of Endinburgh and they built underground volts to store their fraudulent goods.
Well I'm here in Edinburgh on a history school trip at the moment we're in the underground vaults having a tour, well let's get on with it.
The woman lead us down a dark, eerie corridor, silence except for the drip drip drip of the leaky, damp ceiling. We went into a large, spacious stone room. I feel light headed and claustrophobic I want to get out. The woman's voice slices the silence with a raspy whisper, "Long ago vagabonds would sleep in the darkness of these vaults but it was dangerous you wouldn't last a week. You had your family on the right and a potential murderer on your left." She paused and gave us an icy glare. A rat scuttled past and some shrieks echoed around I watched in awe. I'm scared I reached for my friend and was met by an icy cold, bony hand.
