Ghosts of Frederick, Maryland
ChickieNob loves ghosts. Like if ghosts ever want a liaison in the living world, she would be a great hire. She doesn’t find ghosts scary; instead, she likes to point out that when ghosts interact with the living world, they aren’t trying to scare us. They just want to be acknowledged. Exactly, she points out, what humans want while they’re living, too.
So going on a ghost tour seemed like the perfect activity. We drove out to Frederick, which has a particularly ghost-y historic district. Also, the website for the tour stated that Frederick is Maryland’s most haunted city, and websites never lie. Why would we bother with Baltimore or Annapolis if they were the second or third most haunted cities when we could go straight to the creme de la creme and get the deluxe ghost experience?
You buy the tickets in a dessert bakery called Cakes to Die For with a hearse parked in front of the building. (Chickie was enamoured with the black, glittery skull near the front window of the shop.) Afterward, we joined the tour guide, Matthew, who started leading the group toward the old city hall.
Where he properly freaked us out.
The tour started out with a drawn and quartering story from around the time of the Revolutionary War, and then Matthew casually pointed out that the little, brick walkway we were standing on — one of four little, brick walkways — marked the path the horses took when they SNAPPED THE MAN’S BODY INTO FOUR PIECES. While I was trying not to throw up in my mouth, the ChickieNob pointed that a light had mysteriously just gone on in the empty building.
Just the ghosts, trying to be acknowledged.
It was actually the most fun I’ve had with a history lesson. The guide was a great storyteller, and he took us from building to building, telling us really cool tales about the old inhabitants or strange ghost sightings. We talked about Barbara Fritchie (the flag waver… or non-flag waver) and spite houses and the Baltimore cotillion. And ghosts ghosts ghosts ghosts ghosts. Ghosts who trash bathrooms, ghosts who sit at the foot of your bed, ghosts who move your stuff around because YOU AREN’T ACKNOWLEDGING THEM.
We would not be so foolish.
It was such a fun evening, despite sweating like the Airplane! pilot.
Have you ever been on a ghost tour?