The air was charged, the rain delayed, and the sun had begun its nightly descent leaving a trail of orange mist in its wake. It was a perfect night for a ghost tour through a pioneer village. The spirits must have thought so too, because I have never encountered so much paranormal activity in one evening. I always seek to both believe and disprove oddities when they come my way, and then lean toward the stronger evidence. Believer or no, I will share my experiences of that evening. Make of them what you will.
Laura Loney
You love Tudor history and graphic design - me too!
