Let's tell ghost stories!
So I took my kids on a tour of the haunted house in Virginia City. It is the "Millionaire's Club", where during the gold rush years it was the posh gathering place for millionaires of the time, many of whom had wealth in excess of billions in today's money. The building is huge, and purportedly haunted for over a century. They take you upstairs (it has 3 floors) and through the various rooms and such. It is in a perpetual state of remodeling, or so it seems. The tour guides have obviously been doing this for years, and their delivery was very polished. We went through a bunch of rooms and they showed us where ghost hunters came and stayed for like 3 days. There were stairwells up the back to back doors for "working girls" of the era, and other areas cordoned off because it was unstable to go there. At one point there was a shaft into a cellar-like room where they had stacked bodies like cord-wood during a particularly bad winter when many people died but couldn't be buried due to the ground being frozen, so the bodies were stored in the club's wine cellar to control the rot until spring. It was all very interesting.
Ont he 3rd floor he showed us a backroom with a small hall-way to another room that had no other entrances than that hallway. I was one of the first down into that room and when I looked down that hallway there was a guy in a cowboy hat, what looked like faded levis, a leather vest kind of thing and a cowboy hat. He was facing away of me as I glanced around the room. It was kind of boring so I went back up the hall, but before I did he turned and looked at me. He had a handlebar mustache and I thought he was part of the wild-west shootout they had going on. I nodded at him and he kind of glared at me then turned away. I thought, jeez what a pissy dude. I went back to the main group.
That was when I realized I hadn't seen that guy in the main group at all. The room he was in had no other way in than the hallway I walked down to see it and I was standing now at the other end of that hall. I looked back to the room and there was no one there. I asked my brother-in-law, who was visiting, if he had seen the guy because he came in right behind me and he said no. The guide was talking about a card-game gone wrong or some such thing and about a guy who had been killed in that room, who had a handlebar mustache and was known to walk the halls, and was always pissed off. He said on many tours people had seen or heard him (he apparently told people to get out).
That was a little weird.
