The Sacramento Old City Cemetery hosts a few lantern tours in the month of October. They sell out spaces quickly, and so last year, I marked on my calendar the end of August to be on the lookout for tickets. I bought one as soon as possible and couldn’t wait until the night came. I really wasn’t sure what to expect other then seeing gravestones at night. Would I get to see a ghost?
That night (which just happened on a full moon night), I walked in and had to run to join my tour group, as I got there a couple of minutes late. Luckily they had just started and had stopped at the first spot for a story. Turns out there were about 6 different grave sites that we stopped at and heard a story of the resident resting there. A narrator that dressed up and either portrayed that person or as someone that was involved in their story. Which was pretty cool, it is interesting to hear about some of the past life stories.
One of the stories was interactive, in that there were people from the group that became the “suspects” in a person’s murder and the narrator pointed to each one and gave the reason why that person might have murdered the man buried at the spot.
As we listened and walked, you could hear noises among the graves, and turn to look at what might be making them, sometimes it was a “ghost” just standing or kneeling. Other times, they were grave robbers digging up the graves. What really got us was that sometimes, a ghost or zombie like would come walking by us, going through our group, OR stopping and staring at one of us. There was one ghost that decided he like this one lady, well she decided that she didn’t like that and stepped around her husband to the other side of him. the ghost just followed. So she did a little circle walking to get away from him. It was entertaining to watch.
Midway through our tour of the cemetery, we stopped for hot chocolate, cider, and a snack. Sat down on bleachers and watched a short radio show murder story.
Then onto a few more graveside stories. The last one stuck with me. It was about a lady that like to dress up and rode into town on her horse. She lived a little out of town at a place called Mormon Island that was now covered by Folsom Lake. That was the first time I had heard about the island. She ended up dying by falling off her horse, but her bustle got caught in the saddle, so she was dragged along.Then this summer, with the drought being so bad, this Mormon Island became uncovered by Folsom lake and there was foundations and little bits and pieces found. It became a great fascination for other people to learn about this lost community.
It was definitely a fun little evening, and while I didn’t see a true supernatural ghost, this “ghostly” experience counts in my book. If ever I do have an encounter, you can be sure I’ll write about it.
Have you gone on any lantern / ghost tours? How about a real supernatural sighting?