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A Fanciful Foray into Phantom Fantasy

At 450 plus years, St. Augustine, Florida is America’s oldest city. There’s a lot to recommend in a city that is that old ― history, ancient (for the states) architecture, Spanish culture and, of course, ghosts. A city that old has a lot of history to haunt ― a lot of death and despair to permeate the landscape ― and the spirits of St. Augustine are sufficient to keep a multitude of ghost tour operators very busy.

I tagged along with a couple. Outing #1 was a Ghosts and Gravestones Trolley Tour.

It’s ironic that the tour begins right next to a Ripley’s Believe It or Not building. Just sayin’…. My first ghost hunting tip: go for the stormy weather, alleged by dedicated ghost hunters to provide more energy for the “manifestations” to draw on. It was misty that night, so make sure you check the weather.

In the tour office hangs a Certificate of Haunting, issued by the Port Orange Paranormal Society, officially identifying the St. Augustine Old Jail, one of the stops on the tour, as “an authentically “haunted” location ― based on audio, video and photographic evidence. You can’t argue with that.

The Old Jail Certificate of Haunting confirms the presence of ghosts in St. Augustine, Florida. Photo by Victor Block
The Old Jail Certificate of Haunting confirms the presence of ghosts in St. Augustine, Florida. Photo by Victor Block

As we hopped on the Trolley of the Doomed, all dressed up for Halloween, with about a dozen other eager seekers, we were instructed on the basics of ghost sightings: look for little orbs with tails, a white light, a shadow, an apparition in white (seems to be the preferred attire of apparitions). At a cemetery fence, not surprisingly always a portal for the undead, cameras were flashing and phones lighting up, one after the other.

“Why are they all taking pictures of the fence?” inquired my always-skeptical husband. “There’s nothing there.”

We were told the 130-year-old Potter’s Wax Museum building was built over a cemetery, thereby explaining all the “energy.” I was beginning to pick up on the idea that energy was just a euphemism for ghosts. Our guide talked of strange happenings ― which by the end of the night had become a mantra ― footsteps heard, bottles falling, objects flying. Combined with a lot of corny humor, it didn’t help convince me of the authenticity of the experience.

Ghost Tours in St. Augustine Provide a Frenzy of Frightful Fun

As we walked through the museum, I suddenly felt a vibration on my arm ― a very intense vibration ― and I quickly looked around to see who or what “energy” might be near me. How disappointed was I to discover it was only my Fitbit! Another 10,000 steps logged but no otherworldly workout buddy to share it with.

A re-enactment of an old pirate being felled by an executioner ― one of my tour compatriots assuming the role of the condemned ― was great theater. But nothing compared to the Old Jail, known as the Hanging Jail from 1871 to 1953, for the eight criminals who hung from the gallows.

A dramatic inmate told the stories of the sadly deceased with great gusto playing out all the gory details of the crimes. The impersonators were the best part of the tour but unfortunately, they were all very much alive.

The Old Jail interpreter, part of a St. Augustine ghost tour, spun many ghastly ghostly tales. Photo by Victor Block
The Old Jail interpreter, part of a St. Augustine ghost tour, spun many ghastly ghostly tales. Photo by Victor Block

Someone claimed to get a picture of an orb ― allegedly a filmy white light with or without a tail ― on her cellphone. I looked through the bars into the same very dark cell and all I saw was…well…a very dark cell.

However, the marketing person employed by the tour company sent me this photo taken on a tour of a nearby castle in 2008:

An apparition sighted at a tour from 2008. Photo courtesy of Ghosts and Gravestones
An apparition sighted at a tour from 2008. Photo courtesy of Ghosts and Gravestones

The woman claimed, “No one was standing there in period costume where the apparition appeared!”

How do you account for some of these specter sightings? Shadows; specks of dust; reflections, overactive imaginations? But many claim they capture images on their cameras that are unexplainable ― ghosts trying to present themselves in recognizable spirit forms. Who am I to argue?

Given my own penchant for spirits (of the drinking variety), it seemed a ghost-invaded pub crawl would be a good way to combine my spirits with…well…theirs as part of my next phantom-filled adventure.

Are you ready for a hauntingly good time? Check out the ghost tours in St. Augustine for thrills and chills! #Ghosts #StAugustineGhosts #GhostToursStAugustine
Are you ready for a hauntingly good time? Check out the ghost tours in St. Augustine for thrills and chills! #Ghosts #StAugustineGhosts #GhostToursStAugustine

A Pub Crawl Ghost Tour in St. Augustine Adds Even More Appeal to an Already Fun Activity

It;’s not very often in my line of work where I am required to attend an extended Happy Hour so when the opportunity to imbibe at four different venues, all in the name of research, well…I felt obligated…. Ergo: Ghost Tours of St. Augustine Creepy Crawly Pub Crawl. Zombie martini, anyone?

Brian, our tour guide and historic haunted site veteran, passed out Electromagnetic Field Transmitters to aid in our search for otherwise unseeable companions. Supposedly their energy is recorded on the readers which tend to beep loudly in response. Or it could just mean that there’s a computer nearby. Hard to tell.

As we walked the neighborhood, Brian advised us to ignore the more modern establishments and focus on the historic ones ― all the better to haunt you with, my dear ― which he regaled us with stories.

Brian claimed that the theory of ghosts is as polarizing as politics (though probably not in 2022), he said the spectrum tilts 60 to 40 in favor of believers. “Ignore the skeptics,” he admonished. “That’s not why you’re here.”

As we walked over streets that were built over cemeteries and past ongoing archeological digs, he assured us that residual energies remain. Rarely, though, is a ghost going to come up and say, “Hello, my name is Ralph and I’m going to haunt you tonight.” Instead, he admonished, you have to acquaint yourself with a place and know what to look for ― or more accurately, “share the presence of.”  

Ghost hunters consult their Electromagnetic Field Transmitters for signs of ghostly activity in St. Augustine. Photo by Victor Block
Ghost hunters consult their Electromagnetic Field Transmitters for signs of ghostly activity in St. Augustine. Photo by Victor Block

My creepy-crawly comrades kept checking their EMF transmitters to see if they’d connected with any external energies and then snapped pictures with their cameras in the hopes of randomly catching them on film. Until we got to the next bar, of course, and started imbibing again.

For a while I thought the liquid spirits were overtaking the more ethereal ones. But then we moved on.

Ghost Tours in St. Augustine Provide Enough “Evidence” to Quash Even the most Adamant of Skeptics

The rash of squeals emitted from several transmitters at the corner of Charlotte and Hypolito streets caught everyone’s attention ― equaled only by the story Brian told of the murder of William Delaney by a jealous rival that happened there on November 20, 1785. Now, I didn’t see Delaney’s spirit anywhere but I also know this didn’t happen at any other intersection. Coincidence?

My husband checked to see if any supernatural spirits were partaking of his liquid spirits during a ghost tour in St. Augustine. Photo by Victor Block
My husband checked to see if any supernatural spirits were partaking of his liquid spirits during a ghost tour in St. Augustine. Photo by Victor Block

We were all more than happy to get to another bar for more uplifting spirits. At Meehan’s Irish Pub, the liquor was held in place by wires because, as rumor has it, the bottles have been known to inexplicably fly off the shelves.

Kaiser, who has been bartending there for four years, has heard voices, seen lights flicker, had the bathroom door stick for no apparent reason and has had sightings of a man in overalls. “If you don’t believe in ghosts, come work here,” he invites.

It's no accident that these liquor bottles are held in place by wires at a bar in St. Augustine known for ghostly visits. Photo by Victor Block
It’s no accident that these liquor bottles are held in place by wires at a bar in St. Augustine known for ghostly visits. Photo by Victor Block

Similarly, Sara, a bartender at Scarlett O’Hara’s, also renowned as haunted, enthusiastically proclaims, “Oh yeah, I’ve experienced everything.” Those experiences, not surprisingly, range from erratic lights, moving dishes, unseen voices and apparitions of a woman in white (notice a pattern here?) and a man in a uniform. I ordered yet another drink! 

A very prescient sign at a bar on a St. Augustine ghost tour. Photo by Victor Block
A very prescient sign at a bar on a St. Augustine ghost tour. Photo by Victor Block

It’s hard not to be moved by all these stories. As skeptical as I was when I began the trip, how do you dismiss the experiences ― often so similar ― of so many others? Or ignore some very real tangible evidence ostensibly captured on film?

I was left just shaking my head a lot and feeling somewhat reassured that overall, ghosts seem to be a lot more playful than they are scary.

The next day, glad to be done with ghosts for a while, I was doing more traditional sightseeing. When I mentioned to a curator at a small museum that we were staying at the St. Francis Inn, the oldest in St. Augustine, he asked in what room. I told him. “Ah then, you’re safe,” he said, “as long as you’re not in Lily’s room.” Oh?

A sign ― or maybe a SIGN? ― of Lily’s presence at the St. Francis Inn in St. Augustine. Photo by Victor Block
A sign ― or maybe a SIGN? ― of Lily’s presence at the St. Francis Inn in St. Augustine. Photo by Victor Block

When I returned to the Inn, I found that stories abound around Lily, a most playful ghost who wanders the third floor searching for her lost love, wreaking havoc with the other guests.

As I’ve learned is usual with ghosts, lights go on and off, bathroom locks get jammed, and objects fly across rooms. I was beginning to feel right at home. I nodded toward Lily, just in case, SHE could see ME.   

For more information, visit Florida Historic Coast, Ghost Tours of St. Augustine Inc, and Trolley Tours of St. Augustine online.


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