Summer before last, one of my sisters planned an entire weekend getaway for an alumnae chapter we both belong to and it included a ghost tour of Old Town Alexandria (Virginia).
We were lucky because our guide was super-knowledgable (a lot of the experience really depends on the guide) and it was a fun evening.
The best part was when he showed us a ca 1755 townhouse that had been on the market forever because every time someone moved in they ended up leaving soon after because the house was haunted by not-very-nice ghosts. We were all standing on the opposite side of the street looking at the dark house and I (ever the bigmouth in any group) said, "Who wants to cross the street with me and look in the window?" Only one of my sisters took me up on it, so we crossed the street and were peeking in the windows while everyone stayed on the other sidewalk (wimps! lol). The sister who came with me, though, stepped on a loose cobblestone and twisted her ankle and let out a bloodcurdling scream. Everyone across the street screamed and fled; screaming DZs running in all directions!
It was fun
