Beneath Ayr’s Town Hall, the cold stones keep
A prison buried dark and deep.
No sun has touched those iron doors
Just rats, and cries, and blood-stained floors.

Chains still hang where shadows crawl,
And something breathes behind the wall.
The past is locked, but not at rest—
It stirs beneath the town’s proud chest.

The Blackheart Market returns to its favourite venue when it takes over Ayr’s town hall, which sits above an intact Victorian jail (we’ve been in it and it’s creepy)

35 talented traders take over the Hall with tables filled to the brim with horror, goth, and alt-related merchandise, art, homeware, jewellery, and so much more.