None of this creeps me out. Frank and I diligently searched the tombstones and building windows, looking for orbs, ribbons or the occasional apparition. Nothing.
Heck--if you can't find a ghost in St. Augustine, where in the world can you find one?
I was thoroughly disgusted...until I got home and uploaded my photos on the computer. That is when I spotted her. The dark shadow of a woman in a cloak alongside the tree in the cemetary, just standing there. Looking. Looking at me.
I enlarged the picture to get a better view. Still there, more clear. Right hand lower corner, right next to the tree. I went back the next day and snapped the same picture in the daylight. No woman (duh, some surprise there, right?). Just the tree, leaning sharply to the right, and the tombstone which she rested her hand on.
Frank also caught something on his phone, in a different graveyard. A fire. It used to be an indian burial ground and the indians used fire in their ceremonies. You figure it out.
The pictures tell me what I wanted to know. St. Augustine is a fantastic ghostly place to visit. Even if you don't believe. Even if you don't see it while snapping pictures.
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