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Chillingham Castle. The very name of this grey stoned structure would send chills up and down the spine of even the most harden of souls. It's history is steeped in torture, hatred, death and blood. There is enough blood to fill the shadowed halls of the castle, nearly palatable while hte shades of the victims' cries echo on a hoarse whisps of the wind, teasing the senses of all that dare to step foot into the domain of this tragic destination.