Boleskine House

I had dreamt of exploring this place since I was a teenager. Stories of invoked demons, hauntings and spirits had drawn me towards it for years. I finally took the chance in November, on a cold afternoon just before sundown.

On the south bank of Loch Ness, it was a long magical drive at the water edge. I parked at the roadside, walked through the enchanting graveyard and climbed up over a wall and through a fence. There was probably an easier entrance, but that way was exciting.