Arriving in Jefferson on the
Thursday before Halloween, my husband and I decided to go on the Jefferson Ghost
Walk. This tour was already on our “must do” list and we thought it would help
us get acquainted with the town and some of its fascinating history.
Just in case some of you have plans on attending this tour,
I won’t go into detail about specific stories or the town’s history. What I
will say is, if you get the chance to go on this tour—do it. If you’d like more
information, go here.
The tour started with all of us following the owner/tour
guide Jodi Brekenridge around the town. We heard interesting stories about Jefferson , its historic buildings, and of course about
the ghosts that allegedly haunt the town.
While standing there, I felt someone place their hand on the
center of my back. Thinking it was one of the other tour goers I tried to
ignore it as I listened to Jodi talk about the store. After a few minutes went
by with the hand still on my back, I inched forward in the crowded room trying
to give whoever it was a little more space. The hand remained.
After a few more minutes of this, I started to feel a little
agitated. Deciding to turn around and ask the person if they would like to
trade me places I was shocked to see that the person standing closest to me was
a couple of feet back, with his arms hanging down by his side.
Still feeling the hand on my back, my mind whirred as I
faced forward again. After a short time, I reached behind my back to see if I
could figure out where the sensation was coming from. There wasn’t anything or
anyone there, yet I could still feel it.
As the group stood and listened to Jodi, I continued to
brush at my back and sneak glances behind me. Finally when the man standing at
the rear of the line gave me a strange look as if to say, “Why do you keep
starring at me?” I faced forward again (with the “hand” still on me) and I
tried to concentrate on the stories being told.
When Jodi told the group that we could continue on our own
through the store, the “hand” began pushing me forward. This wasn’t a shove,
just a slight push in the center of my back. As the group made its way to the
main section of the building, most people made a left turn. Feeling the push to
move forward, I did.
Now after many opportunities to turn right or left, I continued
walking in a straight line towards the back. Soon I found myself alone with the
hand prodding me forward. I kept walking toward the back of the building.