My haunted story

How it happened

I go to New Brunswick every year for a month at a time in the summer and do crazy unbelievable things that you won't believe.

So it all began when my grandma bought a nine acres of land 20 minutes away from St. Andrews by the sea.

Every year this young girl hosts a ghost tour and I took it with my dad, cousin, grandma, grandpa, me, and my brother. First we went to the old jail from 1960 or Sm it was pitch black and was very smelly. Nothing bad happened there but right beside it there's the court. We went into a small room on the right where the judge would stay. He died and he likes to mess with drawers so my grandma was trying to scare people so she said " if anyone is here open this drawer" nothing happened so she tried again. AND IT WORKED!! the tour guide was almost in tears from fright at the end because right after that the big doors at the entrance of the court opened and slammed then locked. Everyone was in tears from fright. Except our family of course because we went there to see this not just look at stuff.

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Next chapter I will tell you about the ghost stories about the Algonquin hotel.🙂