This post was actually written by a friend of mine. She shares the hair-raising tale of Robert the Doll. Read on, if you dare…
Miriam-Webster defines the word “vacation” as a time of respite. Jim and I have different definitions. Well, actually, Jim is right on board with Webster’s definition. He’s just not so sure we’ve ever accomplished that, probably due to my definition of the word. I love to be scared. I love scary movies, ghost stories and haunted houses.
Therefore, when we choose a vacation destination, aside from considering the more conventional tourist attractions – you know, sunny skies, white sand beaches, museums, water parks, historical landmarks, etc. – I always look up local lore and make sure that at least one attraction is guaranteed to result in sleepless nights. So, naturally, when I planned a family trip to Key West, FL, it seemed, on its surface, to be a perfect spring break get-away. What I didn’t tell anyone, though, is that Key West is considered to be the most haunted place in the United States. I really scored big on that one, although it proved to be the last time my family would indulge my disturbing past-time. Continue reading
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