>>410aaaa I'm sorry. Okay your clue is that it's in Ireland
I really love ruins, they're incredible. They're the only thing from distant history that you can touch, really. Everything else is behind red rope or glass. I once went to the Colosseum and it blew my mind that I was standing in the same spot gladiators and spectators would have stood.
There's another ruin (this time of a house) near my bf's house and we took a hike up to see it once. The story goes that it once was used as a meeting place for occultists who got up to all kinds of fun like dressing like Satan and inviting him to join them at meal times. One night a man walked in, intending to stay the night and asked the men for a game of cards. He was exceptionally good and the other men suspected he was cheating. One man drops a card, bends down to pick it up and notices that the stranger has hooves for feet. As revenge for what the man had seen, the devil burns the house down and that's why it's a ruin (so they say). I'd say that was just a story made up by the locals who thought it was a bit queer that someone would choose to live up a mountain and away from society and felt like whoever lived there "had what was coming to them" due to superstitions, but that's just me.
People say that if you do certain rituals, you'll see the devil. Or it's possible to see ghosts. Myself and my bf messed around for a bit and although it's pretty creepy, I didn't experience anything spooky. Cool place to hang out on a nice day, though. I also think it's funny how initially the place was associated with anti-social behaviour (like drinking, occult activities, gambling, orgies…etc) and in a sense it still is because kids keep hiking up at night to have raves, get drunk and do drugs. Kind of sweet to keep up the tradition, lol.
There are other myths about giant black demon cats roaming around at night and all kinds of other wild mythological stories. I love it. Honestly, after staying at my bf's house overnight I can kind of see why people came up with all of these stories. The sounds of foxes crying and bats screeching at night always freak me out.