A few months back, I was in Jacksonville for a vacation, and I saw a brochure for a haunted tour of the Ripley's Believe it or Not museum in St. Augustine. I made a reservation for the tour, thinking it would be a halloween-ish type thing. I enjoy those types of things, seeing people scared to death by those chainsaw guys, but when I arrived I realized this wasn't your average haunted tour. Upon arrival, you receive a disposable camera (if you didn't have your own), and, to my surprise, a legit, honest-to-God, working EMF detector.
Throughout the first part of the tour, the EMF detector didn't pick up anything, and I didn't sense anything, either. But, when we went to the graveyard where psychics and ghost hunters have allegedly seen a woman in a white dress. I was a bit skeptical at first, being who I am, but just before we left I felt a tap on my shoulder and something moving under my foot. I thought that I has stepped on someone's foot, but when I looked turned around, I saw a face that I didn't recognise as one of the people on the tour. I felt a bit chilled, though I thought it was just from the cool January air. I looked down, to see what was under my foot, and I saw a piece of white fabric, part of a long dress. I lifted my foot and turned around, amazed by what I had just seen, whether it was my imagination or not.
From the graveyard, we then went to the Ripley's building. While the tour guide droned on and on about stories that I had already heard at least three times while on the tour, something caught my attention : I noticed a light shape of a woman with a rag around her mouth, one of the victims of a murder or a fire ( according to the story the tour guide told ) in the building's early history. She calmly watched the tour trolley pass, and was gone by the time we walked by the spot where she stood. She didn't seem menacing at all, more like the opposite, like she was welcoming us.
Once inside the building, we visited the first room of the tour of the building, the circus room. I had a feeling that I wasn't alone, aside from the other people on the tour. I had an overwhelming feeling of sadness, and I eventually had to join the tour guide outside the room. I was the only one, and I was shaking and crying until we made it to the next room, where I just had a neutral mood, neither sad nor happy.
That's the highlights of that trip, though I do have other stories that I may or may not post.
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