Ocean City Ghost Tours

Posted by amy on February 23, 2010 | Subscribe
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I don’t do ghost tours, except when I have to.  And sometimes I have to.  It’s my job.  I’m a ghost cop.  I don’t have to explain what I do, but I do explain it all the time, because I like to, because I like to talk.  You spend as much time alone as I do, you’d talk, too.  I talk to myself and I’m not afraid to say it out loud.  I do, all the time, when I’m alone.  This is more interesting to me, though.  If your job was to walk down dark paths hoping that you’ll catch sight of some spirit, and then realizing that if you do catch sight of one, you’ll probably start screaming and running like in Scooby Doo, you’d talk to yourself, and even loudly, I would bet.

On some jobs, it’s the only thing that saves me.  Now like I said, I don’t do the tours, but when I found myself in Ocean City, staying at a hotel from this site I got excited.  I’d heard that Betsy Ross actually lived in one of the houses here.  That was exciting.  And there might be some ghost activity connected to that house.  Now we’re getting warm.  I mean hot.  I meant to say, that’s hot, red hot.  So I took the ghost tour, deciding that I might find some rather interesting threads that I could tie together and make into a nice quilt.  We’d see if I was right.

I was wrong, actually.  Dead wrong.  But don’t get me wrong, it’s got nothing to do with the flag, or the house, or even the Betsy.  The Big Betsy, that’s what I started calling her after a day or two.  The fact is, ghost tours are terrifying things.  You find yourself walking through neighborhoods, crossing streets, and sometimes even going into places, and all of it can be overwhelming.  So overwhelming that when you’re walking with the group and you’re realizing that you’re treading up on the trail of the Big Betsy, your heart is already beating before the cat in the tree above you decides to meow, and that’s enough to make anyone start shoving people aside and running through the streets screaming, “Help me, help me, ghost cat above my head, gonna rain down grief, ghost cat, watchout.”  And they won’t let you on tours any more.

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