With all this talk about ghosts in Alamos, the kids and I decided to see if we could scare some up… or should I say be scared by some… on our own. Alamos has a really creepy old cemetery and a full moon was coming. If ever a ghost was to be found… this was the night. We walked the road of mostly vacant houses that leads to the cemetery as the sun set, doing our best to scare each other along the way. But it was the crazy mexi-dogs that came barking and snarling out of the darkness that did the most scaring.
ALAMOS CEMETERY
We got there just as the moon was rising. We sat and waited like Charlie Brown waiting for the Great Pumpkin. At one point we heard some rustling… and scratching. Surely one of the dead was raising. Our tension meters rose as we investigated and… then… as we closed in on the noise… a cat jumped up on a headstone and tore off into the darkness. “Holy Ship,” Wyatt exclaimed… bouncing up and down and shaking his hands.
And that was that. No ghosts… just a cool photo.