2015 - May - Colonial Williamsburg
I've always been interested in the paranormal so when I was looking up things to do in Williamsburg the Colonial Ghost Tour immediately caught my eye. I was thrilled! Instead of listening or reading ghost tales I would finally be apart of a real one. Typing that out makes me laugh because I didn't know then how true that statement would be. I went with my friends (there was five of us altogether) on the tour.
It was neat as we were near the historical college of William and Mary. The structures that surrounded us dated centuries ago fit snugly in cute little blocked off areas. The area we were in varied from dated shops, pubs, restaurants,- ya know, tourist attractions blended in with college life. We went late at night of course around seven or eight with a large group.
The tour guide was young and well informed and she told every story with detail. There were stories of ghost soldiers, of an apparition of a reformed Indian boy running across an open field that scared a college jogger, an underground vent that terrified a disbeliever with a menacing laugh, and even a girl that committed suicide during exams known to ask the students in the girls bathroom whether they passed or failed.
Out of all of them though I was afraid of the one from the first half of the tour. It was the last house (sorry still freaked) at the end about two to three stories tall and made of wood. It was regal yet dark but it had a tree as tall as the house to its left that was all twisted and bare. From what I remember before what happened happened the tour guide spoke to us in a quieting tone. She said the woman that had lived there (one of the original owners) was a slave owner during the civil war. She was awful to them when her slaves came back from the war with nowhere to go. She tortured them for that.
People were scattered on the lawn from other tours as she was telling this tale taking pictures, and braving whether to knock on the door. Now we were all already freaked out because the pictures of her in them all had an orb right behind her. She said it was like that after she made the mistake of breaking the rules and knocking on the front door during one of her tours. Low and behold during our tour a man captured that orb right behind her clear as day.
While our group of twenty lingered outside of this house I am growing increasingly uncomfortable. I didn't know why but I kept looking up at the side of the house we were facing while everyone is still talking about it. It was so dark and the windows were pitch black with little to no reflection but something bothered me. I couldn't stop looking and I kept telling one of my friends on the tour we should leave. He laughed at me of course and asked what the deal was. I looked up at the window and he just starts taking pictures of it. My fear became a weight when he showed me the pictures. In one of the photos you could clearly make out a face in the window I was staring at. It wasn't fully distinguish able but there it was.
That was it for me. Our group cut in half and we went to talk to the tour guide as we walked on to the extended tour. She quietly looked over the photos we showed her with interest and without missing a beat she goes "Actually if you look closely there are two faces. One up there and one near the windowsill." The second face, the one we didn't see before was the face of a child. The only question was, was it the one who died falling from the tree or was it the child known to follow her slave mother around. I slept with the lights on at the hotel that night.
I've never questioned the paranormal since.