Ghost Busters
We decided to beat the Americans at their own game for our first Halloween. We dressed up on our cobweb laden porch and frightened the neighbourhood children so much some were almost too frightened to come and ask for candy. We're obviously now known as those crazy people from England and house prices will no doubt fall dramatically, but we like to make a difference.
Once we had made sure no child would sleep easy that night, we joined a ghost tour in downtown Naperville.
"We won't need to change," I told Ross, adjusting my curly wig. "It's Halloween. Everyone will be dressed up."
Thus it was at 8 p.m. we found ourselves boarding the Fright Night trolley dressed as a ghoul and a witch with three middle aged women in anoraks. Even the tour guide only had a silk jacket to distinguish him from the rest of us.
To be fair the assistant guide was dressed as a spooky monk, but I think even he felt a bit overshadowed.
Anyhow, we set off around the town while our guide Kevin James, recounted local ghost stories.
Of course being Naperville, it wasn't as simple as that. Any other town would have an actor telling made up tales. Kevin is a real ghost hunter and gave very detailed explanations of how to track them.
We stopped at Naperville Cemetery to take photos of orbs. For the uninitiated, these are spirits which fly around as circular shapes. At the next stop, Naperville train station, scene of a train wreck in 1946, we were given detectors to try out.
"It will flash red if you walk near a presence," Kevin said.
It looked just the things they give you in busy restaurants that flash when your table is ready.
Needless to say, mine never went off. However, it did start to make me feel hungry.
"So," I asked at the end of the tour. "How do sceptics fare on these tours? Do you have to believe in order to see anything?"
"Oh yes," Kevin replied. "I am very open to spirits so I draw them to me like a magnet."
Fortunately I am the complete opposite. So that's why I didn't see anything then.
The other ladies seemed convinced they had plenty of orbs in their photos. To me they looked like sun spots, but then again, it was the dead of night...
Once we had made sure no child would sleep easy that night, we joined a ghost tour in downtown Naperville.
"We won't need to change," I told Ross, adjusting my curly wig. "It's Halloween. Everyone will be dressed up."
Thus it was at 8 p.m. we found ourselves boarding the Fright Night trolley dressed as a ghoul and a witch with three middle aged women in anoraks. Even the tour guide only had a silk jacket to distinguish him from the rest of us.
To be fair the assistant guide was dressed as a spooky monk, but I think even he felt a bit overshadowed.
Anyhow, we set off around the town while our guide Kevin James, recounted local ghost stories.
Of course being Naperville, it wasn't as simple as that. Any other town would have an actor telling made up tales. Kevin is a real ghost hunter and gave very detailed explanations of how to track them.
We stopped at Naperville Cemetery to take photos of orbs. For the uninitiated, these are spirits which fly around as circular shapes. At the next stop, Naperville train station, scene of a train wreck in 1946, we were given detectors to try out.
"It will flash red if you walk near a presence," Kevin said.
It looked just the things they give you in busy restaurants that flash when your table is ready.
Needless to say, mine never went off. However, it did start to make me feel hungry.
"So," I asked at the end of the tour. "How do sceptics fare on these tours? Do you have to believe in order to see anything?"
"Oh yes," Kevin replied. "I am very open to spirits so I draw them to me like a magnet."
Fortunately I am the complete opposite. So that's why I didn't see anything then.
The other ladies seemed convinced they had plenty of orbs in their photos. To me they looked like sun spots, but then again, it was the dead of night...
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