Ghost Hunt with the Ghost Adventures Crew at Waverly Hills

Last week I learned about a ghost hunt at Waverly Hills with the Ghost Adventures crew (and Darkness Radio)  and about popped off my rocker. I don’t remember if I saw it on the Ghost Adventures Facebook fan page or the new one they just launched for Zak, but I do recall I spotted it on a FB post…and have been mercilessly begging Wayne to go with me ever since.

Waverly Hills is at the top of my “Haunts I MUST Jaunt to One Day” list. And when I mean tops, I do mean it’s nabbed spot numero uno.

But when I told Wayne about it, our conversation went a little something like this:

“You want me to go where with you?”

“This really cool place in Louisville.” (We both love it up there. I figured if I mentioned that it’s in Louisville it’d perk his interest. I was right. But he’s wise to my ways.)

“Your idea of a really cool place and mine are very different. What kind of place in Louisville is this? Are there ghosts there?”

“Um, yeah. You could say that.”

“Bad ghosts?”

“No, not exactly. There’ve been some reports of people being touched and stuff, but it’s really the shadow people I’d like to go see.”

“That doesn’t sound good to me at all. I’m not going.”

“Please? I would go by myself but I’m not sure I’d have the guts.”

“Yeah, that’s why I don’t want to go. Didn’t you learn your lesson from Halloween Horror Nights?”

“But there’s no mask wearing, chainsaw wielding ghouls coming at me this time.”

“No, just shadow people. That’s soooo much better.”

“But they don’t have chainsaws.”

“Who are you kidding? That place sounds freaky as shit. (I’m skipping ahead in the conversation some. By this point I’d also filled him in on the Death Tunnel.) I can almost guarantee a meltdown. You think I want to live through all that again?”

“I won’t meltdown. I promise.”

“Riiiight. I’ve heard that one before. Not falling for it.”

And well he shouldn’t. I’m trying to talk myself into it. Because truth be told I get the hibbies just seeing pics of Waverly. And knowing it’s just three short hours north of us? I’m shocked we haven’t been yet.

But Wayne has a right to question how I’d react. I was haunted just by some of the concentration camps artifacts on display at the U.S. Holocaust Museum. They had a couple of the actual beds from the camps and I almost threw up the energy hit me so hard.

It sounds weird, and Wayne would’ve raised an eyebrow if I’d try to explain it. But he was there to see it for himself.

And he’s seen it happen other places too. Not as strong as that time, or adverse, but similar. When I explained to him that Waverly housed tuberculosis patients and tens of thousands of them died there, and then went on to explain the kind of activity reported, he just shook his head.

“Why? Why on earth would you want to do that to yourself?”

“I just want to feel for myself if there’s as much energy there as people claim. And I’d really hope to see a shadow person.”

“Why is it so important for you to reconfirm feelings you’ve had before? You’re not crazy. You had them. You don’t have to have them again to prove it wasn’t a fluke. Why torment yourself like this?”

And that pretty much sums it all up: I’m tormented.

Not just because I’m chasing ghosts to see if I’ll have another “event.” But also because I’d love to go and meet the Ghost Adventures guys (because Zak, Aaron and Nick will all be there, along with other paranormal hotshots like Dave Schrader, Mallie Fix, Chris Fleming, and Jeff Belanger), except tickets are a bit pricey ($225 per person, and that doesn’t include hotel, gas, food, Murph care, etc.)

Plus, there are some other paranormal events I’d hoped to make it to later this year. This would eat up a big portion of my budget.

Yet, it’s just three hours away. What’s a girl to do? Suck it up, dump down the cash, and brave it by herself? Because, oh, what a Haunt Jaunt that’d be!

But it’d be so much better having my husband and partner in crime there with me…even though he won’t lend me an arm to cling to!