After the lack of, well, anything paranormal during our tour of the Lizzie Borden House on Sunday, I somehow managed to talk my poor
scaredy cat husband into going on a local ghost tour. I love ghost tours because they’re a combination of history and paranormal and he loves….um, well, nothing about them. He loves history – just not when ghosts are involved. But despite the fact he is scared to death that he didn’t really want to go, he said yes when I asked him to go. So, I just left it at that. Usually I have to drag him, literally, to that sort of stuff.
We debated which tour to go on, but ultimately decided on Newport. The last time we went on the Newport tour was almost two years ago, which you can read all about here if you like.