Monica was so excited she could barely sit still while Meghan was curling her hair. Meghan had been her best friend for over a decade, and today she had surprised Monica with tickets to a ghost tour while on their vacation in New Orleans. AND today just so happened to be Friday the 13th.
Monica had been a fan of all things supernatural her whole life. If it was weird or spooky, she was going to watch it. She was starting college in the fall, and she wanted to study Criminology. If it had to do with murders or mysteries, she wanted to know about it.
The girls had decided to venture to New Orleans for their first solo “adult” trip. The fun nightlife, the history, and the good food had landed them in New Orleans. The first two days had been fun, but with this surprise Monica had no doubt she would have the most fun tonight.
Monica knew Meghan didn’t believe in ghosts, but she loved her friend for being willing to sit through this for her. They finished getting ready, and went outside. Their hotel was right off of Bourbon Street, so they didn’t have far to walk to get to the carriage ride.
Five minutes later they were hopping up onto the carriage and listening to the tour guide’s instructions.
“When we get off at a stop for a guided walk through, please remember not to stray. These are old buildings and not all of the floors are stable. Not only that, but you may encounter a couple of spirits that aren’t happy you’ve disturbed them,” said the guide with a wink.
Monica’s eyes lit up, and Meghan shot her a glance. Monica knew Meghan would complain, but she couldn’t promise she wouldn’t explore the parts of the tour that were “off-limits”.
“Don’t look at me like that Meghan,” smiled Monica. “I won’t get us into any real danger. It’s just made up right?”
“I’m more worried about falling through an old floor board than a ghost,” said Meghan.
A few minutes later they were in the carriage slowly moving along. The guide went over the usual historical talking points, pointing out which buildings people claimed to see or hear things in. The carriage came to a stop outside of a dark alley beside a large, industrial type building.
“Okay, everyone off. This is our first leg of the walking tour; follow me!” said the guide.
Everyone filed along behind the guide through the alley and into a side door of the building.
“I wonder what this building was for,” mused Meghan.
The tour guide heard her question. “This was once a canning factory. It closed about thirty years ago though.”
“Why did it close?” Monica asked.
“Over the course of a year, six people were murdered here,” the tour guide said in a creepy voice that made their skin crawl.
“Did they find who did it?” another tourist asked.
“No,” said the guide. “The legends say that the murderer still comes back here occasionally. There have been a few unexplained disappearances in recent years near here, but the police have never been able to link them. Rumor has it, the murderer comes back every Friday the 13th and waits on someone to find him.”
Meghan shifted uncomfortably beside Monica, but Monica was too interested to notice.
“Oh, oh will we get to see where they were killed?” asked Monica.
“We’ll walk above the area on a raised level, but do not stray off of the path,” warned the guide.
“We’re definitely going to look around,” whispered Monica to Meghan. “What could actually happen to us?”
They walked along until they were raised above the area the guide had told them about. Monica looked around and there was an entry to a staircase to her right. She grabbed Meghan by the shoulder and pulled her into the staircase.
“Monica I’m scared, I don’t think we should do this,” whimpered Meghan.
“Don’t be a baby. We’re just going to look around and then we’ll go right back before they even know we’re missing,” said Monica.
Reluctantly, Meghan followed Monica down the stairs into a large room full of machinery. They were about to turn around a go back to the group when Monica saw a hat near one of the machines. It looked fairly new, so she wanted to check it out, thinking it may belong to one of those missing people the guide mentioned.
They creeped along and Monica reached for the hat. It was Pelicans cap, and she had been right- it wasn’t old at all. Monica looked up and as she did, a shadow ran along the back wall.
“Meghan,” hissed Monica. “Someone just ran by.”
“I’m sure you’re just seeing things Monica, but I’m really creeped out. Can we please go?”
Even Meghan had to agree that she was feeling uneasy and wanted to get back to the group. They turned to go back towards the staircase when they heard a thud.
“Don’t look back just run!” screamed Monica.
The girls ran as fast as they could, but when Monica reached the door to the stairs and threw the door open, she saw that Meghan wasn’t with her anymore.
“Meghan! Someone please help! She screamed.” Meghan ran up the stairs to find the tour guide and the group for help, but she couldn’t find them.
They were gone and no one heard her scream.
Outside, one of the tourists remarked that the girls were gone.
“They probably just took off for Bourbon Street,” said the guide. “Happens all the time.”
“Told them not to wander off,” the guide muttered under her breath, as she steered the carriage forward.
Happy Friday the 13th friends!