A layout of our ghostly encounters on our mother-daughter vacation to Charleston, SC.
We went on two ghost tours. The first one was at the jail. Nothing excited happened at the jail but I did get an interesting picture of an orb before we went into the jail. It looks like it was the moon but there wasn't any moon that night. Creepy, huh? The creepiest thing actually happened on the way back to the hotel. We were walking through the alleys past a graveyard when I got totally freaked. I don't know why I got so scared but I just felt the need to get out of there. Mom wanted to stop and take pictures of the graveyard but I threatened to kill her if she didn't hurry up. On our second ghost tour, I found out why I was so freaked. Apparently, the ghost of the the U.S.'s first woman serial killer is supposed to haunt around that graveyard, which explains my sudden need to get out of there.