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Ghost Tour

Earlier this month I went on a ghost tour of a historic area of Winston-Salem. I never knew my city had a ghost tour, and I love learning about the city’s past, so I was bursting at the seams to go.

You are told to meet on the corner of two streets at dusk. My friend and I arrived, not sure what to expect, or who to look for. But soon enough, a man dressed in period clothing and carrying a lantern seemed to appear out of thin air as he began to wander in circles, around the small group that had formed. We knew this must be our ghost host!

After a quick introduction, he turned and hurried down the street without another word. We raced to keep up.

We paused in front of old Victorian homes in the West End and heard the spooky tales from long ago, that are hidden inside their walls.


We wandered up and down the winding hills, hearing eerie stories, and piecing together some of the city’s colorful history.



After hearing the grim tale accompanying this building, I turned back to snap a photo.

 What’s that in the far right window pane?  Is it a light reflection? Or is it the ghost of the boy who lost his life here, so many years ago….



Towards the end of the tour, a light rain began to fall. We dashed from tree to tree in hopes of staying dry. The rain only added to the spooky excitement.

Before we knew it, we were back where we started and it was time to part ways. Each walking off in separate directions, disappearing into the black night.

The Winston-Salem Ghost Tour was so much fun, and I can’t wait to make it a spooky yearly tradition.