Spooky Sunday
Last night Sharyl and I visited the Myrtles Plantation in St. Francisville. They were having special mystery tours for Halloween. The tour guides told us about all of the murders that had taken place in the home and the ghosts that now haunt it.
We saw children’s hand prints that cannot be removed from a mirror, even though the glass has been replaced seven times. We heard tales of objects that move about the house on their own. And we learned about the ghosts of confederate soldiers that harass sleeping guests.
The tour was great fun. It didn’t really make a believer out of me, but I still don’t think I would stay the night at the Myrtles.
December 9th, 2006 at 9:22 pm
I mostly just thought it was all fascinating, until the last room, in which the lights dimmed. Almost imperceptibly. So that I had to ask others if they had seen it. Not in a real fakey way.
Spooooky.