Ghost Tour-An Update
If it is possible to have post-traumatic stress disorder from a ghost tour, I think I may have it.
Ok, so I may be exaggerating just a bit, but let me just tell you, I was up until almost 2am last night because I was so spooked.
What got me so spooked you may be asking since I proclaimed to the world in this post how lame the tour had been?
A few things actually-
The Random Ghost Phone Call
I talked to my brother (who accompanied us to Gettysburg) the day after the tour and he told me a very peculiar story.
He said that the morning after the ghost tour he received a call from his girlfriend’s brother asking why they called his house so late. The guy said that around midnight the phone rang and my brother’s cell number came up on the caller ID. When he answered it sounded like he was standing in a wind tunnel or train station. He said he also heard a lot of strange voices in the background but couldn’t understand what they were saying.
The weird part is that my brother did not make any calls that night. In fact, he said his phone was off the entire night.
The other interesting part of the story is that the ghost tour guide told us of a ghost named Jeremy who liked to make calls with cell phones. He warned us to turn the phones off or there may be some unwanted calls.
Strange Photos
One more thing….after further research, I think that I did capture orbs on my camera. A lot of my pictures had these weird circles in them. I thought that my lens was dirty, but they aren’t in all the pictures so that couldn’t be the case. After doing some research online about what orbs actually look like, I’m really convinced that these are the real deal.
Take a look at this photo. This was in the woods where the tour guide told us to take photos. The first one is a shot with no orbs.
Now take a look at this one taken just a few seconds or so later:
See all those white circles. I thought that they were some sort of smudges on the lens, but I did a quick search on orbs and it appears that when you are in a known haunted place, these little balls show up in pictures. They are thought to be ghosts in the form of balls of light. Supposedly they are life forms that travel in groups. Another theory is that they are not the spirit at all, but just the energy being transferred from a source (i.e. power lines, batteries, people, etc..) to the spirit so they can manifest.
This last picture is the one that kept me up last night. Take a look at the orb or whatever the heck it is that I circled:
I tried to zoom in on just the face:
I know I said that the ghost tour was a bust, but I think I may have spoken too soon.
What do you think?
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Ghost Tour
Last night, we took a trip up to Gettysburg for the ghost tour. I had high hopes of seeing, hearing or experiencing something creepy.
Gettysburg is supposed to be one of the most haunted places in America. This is due to the fact that approximately 50,000 Americans lost their lives in a period of three short days during this Civil War Battle.
(Sorry for going all Wikipedia on you. I guess I just want to prove that my blog isn’t all pop culture and fluff. That is pretty much the end of the history lesson for the day. Back to complete and utter nonsense.)
We spent about an hour wondering around town looking for ghosts. I told my husband to keep his eye out for individuals that may look like people, but really aren’t of this world. He asked how you would know the difference and I told him you would just know. (I really had no clue but I like to pretend that I do.)
The town itself is very quaint and we enjoyed walking the streets playing the ghosts or real people game for awhile. When we bored of this, we went into a few shops to see lots of spoons, shot glasses and magnets. And of course t-shirts.
The other thing we noticed was that every corner you turn there is a sign for a ghost tour. The town seems to be trying to cash in on the fact that it is haunted. I really don’t blame them. I believe in the “if you got it flaunt it” motto.
We chose this tour:
Our tour didn’t start until 11pm because it was called the “mature tour”. We chose this one because it was supposed to be the scariest one in town according to random websites that I visited to plan this trip.
Since the tour started so late and we had a few hours to kill, we decided to go on our own little ghost hunt.
First we made our way to the Jennie Wade house. This is the site of the only civilian killed during the Battle of Gettysburg and is supposed to be one of the most haunted places in town. Unfortunately, it was already closed for the night, so my husband just stood outside and pretended to be scared.
We walked along and came across this creepy horse and wagon. My husband thought it would be a good idea to sit in it and take a picture to see if a ghost appeared in the shot. Unfortunately there was a sign that said to Keep Off so I just stood next to it.
No ghost. Darn.
We decided to kick it up a notch and went wondering onto the battlefields. We weren’t really supposed to be there because it was after dark, but I’d read that if you just walk around there at night you might experience something.
I wanted to be scared, but I wasn’t. I wanted to see something, but I didn’t. I wanted to feel something, but I didn’t.
All I felt was cold. And I’m not talking about the Sixth Sense kind of cold. I was just freezing because I chose to wear ballet flats without socks instead of a more sensible footwear option. I’m stupid like that.
Who was I trying to impress? Maybe the (cute) Confederate soldier ghosts? I don’t know.
We finally gave up on our ghost hunting expedition and made our way to the local pub to get some different kind of spirits.
I had two glasses of wine and was feeling fine. We had dinner, annoyed our waitress with questions of ghosts, listened to bad live music and then finally it was time to start the tour.
The tour was an overall disappointment. Our guides were more interested in making us laugh than they were in scaring us. I felt like they were auditioning to be the next Dane Cook. We soon found out that it was called the “mature” tour because they were allowed to drop the F-bomb. That isn’t what I paid for. I wanted real terror, not bad comedy.
The closest I came to experiencing anything even remotely ghoulish was when they took us to this place called “The Grove”. It was a field with a row of trees next to the high school.
As soon as we got there, I did feel a different kind of energy. It was a strange feeling. I didn’t get chills or anything like that (how would I know since I was so damn cold). I guess the best way to describe it was that there was a heavier feel to the air there. It almost was like being on an airplane with the cabin pressure. It is hard to explain, but there was something odd taking place.
The funny thing is that of all the pictures I took that night, the only ones that had anything remotely ghost-like was the one I took in that area.
Someone just tell me that those are orbs so I can feel like I got my $11 worth.
After The Grove, they took us into the woods and told us a story about a hissing 13 year old girl ghost with long nails and stringy hair. They told us to take pictures of the trees because sometimes you might see a figure hanging from one of them. Sadly, mine were just boring old trees.
The last part of our tour took place in the basement of The Farnsworth House–the 7th most haunted inn of America. The basement was decorated to look like a funeral parlor and they called it the Mourning Theater. I tooka picture of the dead guy in the coffin because it was the closes thing I saw to a soldier ghost.
Wanna-be-Dane-Cook told us more tales of guest’s experiences staying at the inn and of course there was more bad comedy. It is probably a bad sign that I actually started falling asleep in the middle of his tales. I blame the wine and the dark. And of course the fact that it was almost 1am by that point probably didn’t help much either.
At the end of the tour, I tried to snap a picture in the mirror because we all know how creepy things tend to show up on mirrors (If you’ve ever tried saying Black Aggie 10 times in the dark at a sleepover you know what I mean).
Alas, the mirror was ghost free.
My Gettysburg ghost tour was a letdown, so I’m going to ask my commenters to tell me your own haunted experiences.
Have you ever seen a ghost? Do you believe in ghosts? What is the scariest story you’ve ever been told?
Where I Won’t Be Going On Vacation Anytime Soon
Even if there might be a chance I’d run into James McAvoy, I doubt I’ll be rushing off to Scotland to visit the Tulloch Castle. This incredibly creepy photo of a “ghost” was taken there.
At first glance I didn’t really see anything, but if you look closer at the banister you can see a hand. Real or fake? Who knows?? Either way it is pretty spooky!
Do you believe in ghosts? Have you ever had a supernatural encounter? Leave me a comment and tell me about it.
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