Ever since I started sneaking Stephen King novels and stories of true crimes and hauntings from the "adult" section of the library, I have had a healthy interest in the macabre. I know I get this interest from my mother who wanted to "explore" the abandoned mill building next to our wedding hotel, which I would have done if I hadn't been preoccupied with getting married and stuff. I don't consider myself a religious person or even a spiritual person, I tend to lean towards the side of a skeptic, but my curiosity wants to figure out phenomenon and "get to the bottom" of mysterious happenings. I even have a morbid want to experience something spooky beyond what my human brain can comprehend. To celebrate both my parent's birthdays and my own, we took a drive to Fall River to experience the Lizzie Borden house tour. Tucked behind residential and commercial buildings in a cramped one-way street zone, lies the deep forest green house where Lizzie's father and stepmother both met their fate with the brutal blade of a hatchet. The tour guides were very informative and entertaining, telling us not only about the story of the murders, but also of the subsequent hauntings that took place thereafter. Both tour guides spoke of an uneasy feeling of despair that some people are overcome with in certain spots of the house. I didn't feel anything out of the ordinary- besides the remnant cough of a stubborn flu that had plagued me the entire week, but two of the tour members- a couple- left half-way through feeling sick and they never came back. Our tour guide mentioned that sometimes people get physically ill after being in the house and that maybe the energy of the horrible happenings of the past are getting to people- but after seeing the ashen faces of the couple- the skeptic in me said HANGOVER and not ghosts!
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