On our return from the party, we decided to return to the hotel, rather than visit the famous cliffs at midnight. We had all of our vacation week to explore the ancient parts of the city and countryside. While on the road, we passed many dark houses in wide fields, and wooded areas. We came across a tree that had fallen across the road, and decided to take an alternate route.
After many minutes of bumpy fields and rocky rivers, yes, we were far from the main road, we finally came across a small dirt path. We went along, and some time later, we found another road. An hour passed as we tried to find a familiar monument, as we were lost. A car passed us, then another, before a horse-drawn vehicle came at us. We swerved as best as we could, but our driver lost control and we hit an embankment.
The three of us were run off the road by, what we perceived, as being an 18th century carriage. We all helped to push the car back onto the road. We worked on the car for almost an hour, but it seemed that our poor vehicle wasn't going anywhere. We noticed that we weren't far from cliffs facing the dark sea, and we could hear the distant waves crashing against the rocks.
Although it wasn't raining, the wind from the sea, along with the sea spray, was freezing cold. We found a trail leading away from the cliffs, and towards a dark wooded area. Perhaps we would find help, or at the very least, find a place to stay for the night. We wouldn't see our hotel that night, we were sure of it. Soon after we started, it began to rain.
Following the small cobble trail, we saw a building in the distance. We ended up at an estate, which by all appearances, seemed to have been long abandoned. We went in to get out of the rain and to spend the night. After what seemed hours, I heard quite a shrill that would have startled those in the portraits that covered much of the walls. We walked into another darkened room, keeping close together. That is where we saw it.... there, on the staircase!!
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