My sister turned 30 this year, and we went to Prague!
The city was on her bucket list, so I got us really good tickets and a hotel right in Wenceslas Square.
The food was great (uhm…bread? goulash? yes please)
and we did a walking beer tour where we visited local breweries throughout the city for a night. We even saw the Lennon wall, the dancing building, and Prague Castle.
On our trip, we decided to get out of the city and visit a town that is touted to be one of the most beautiful in all of CR. It’s on the UNESCO World Heritage Site list, and has history dating back to the 1100s. It’s called Cesky Krumlov.
My sister and I woke up early, all excited to go. We made it to the bus station, and plopped down in the first two seats. We were perky all the way to the beautiful hilly town. This place is freaking gorgeous. I mean, look at it.
We had our fat DSLR cameras and listened to every word the tour guide said as she explained the history of the town. But, the more we listened, the more we realized there were a LOT of deaths in this place. Two stories come to mind right away.
So basically there were a few royals who lived there in the famous Cesky Krumlov castle that had…er, issues. One of them was a schizophrenic prince who loved the ladies but tended to kill them. Since Pfizer wasn’t around then to help a guy out, his father, the king, decided to put his son in this castle in the countryside so he’d behave himself.
Newsflash, there are women in Cesky Krumlov. So the prince falls in love with the daughter of a barber, and asks her to move into the castle with him. She moves in, and then he’s convinced she’s trying to kill him, so he PUSHES HER OFF A CLIFF. Oddly enough, this woman survives, and the prince is like, okay, move back in with me. I’m sorry, boo. When she refused, the prince put her father in the dungeon until she complied. Super Beauty and Beast vibes. But unlike Belle and Beast, the Prince chops the barber’s daughter up in little pieces a few days later. The castle people lock him down and throw him in the dungeon where he goes “raving mad”. Wouldn’t bathe, wouldn’t eat, and wastes away down there. TWO GHOSTS, people. That’s two ghosts now in this castle.
Okay, the next story is of a young woman who gets married to a much older royal who abuses her. On his death bed, he asks her for forgiveness, and she’s like, what? hell naw. Instead of being remorseful, the jerk curses the woman! So now she roams the halls, protecting the descendants of the family that inherited Cesky Krumlov.
Okay, keep that all in mind when I tell you what happened next.
My sister and I were at the tail end of our tour group as we entered the first courtyard of the castle. We waited for our group to move ahead, because my sister wanted to take some pictures. So she’s focusing her camera on a corner of the courtyard when she’s like:
Nisha? My camera’s facial recognition is picking up one person in the corner of the courtyard.
I’m like, what?? And low and behold, she wasn’t shitting me. One facial recognition square on her camera kept popping up. There was someone in the corner of her picture…of more than one of her pictures. BUT THERE WAS NO HUMAN THERE.
Needless to say, we were freaked, so we caught up to the group. After we broke for lunch, my sister and I were part of a group that got an exclusive tour inside the Cesky Krumlov castle. REMEMBER THE STORIES I TOLD YOU? YEAH, THOSE PEOPLE LIVED IN THIS CASTLE.
So we go in, and my sister starts to turn red, and then sheet white, and then red. Her hands start shaking, and we’re halfway through the tour before she’s like…Nisha, I’m going to throw up all over this 11th century carpet. I need to get out of here.
She really did look like a hot mess, so we had to get the tour leader to call someone else and lead us out the back entrance. When we got outside, my sister went to the washroom and when she came out, she was sheet white again. I asked her what was wrong, and she’s like…
There is a hand print bruise on my thigh. It’s not hot to the touch, it’s not throbbing, but it’s THERE!!!
So, we went to the tour leader and told her, and she goes, I think you need holy water and prayer. We didn’t have any gangajaal (water from the ganges) with us, and we were already prayin’ so I didn’t think that was the best solution. Instead, we hightailed it out of Cesky Krumlov. My sister started feeling better on the bus on the way back to Prague, but the strangest thing happened when we were back in the hotel room.
Her handprint bruise? COMPLETELY. GONE. As in non-existent.
So there you have it. I went to Prague, and my sister was possessed by a ghost. Luckily it left her time for us to fly back to JFK so we could get on with our lives, but while we were there? It was close.
Word to the wise, travelers.
Be very very careful in Cesky Krumlov.