In the Midwestern town of Galena, Illinois, once the stomping ground of Ulysses S. Grant and Mark Twain, intrepid ghost-hunters detect spirits among the old brick buildings. Would I encounter some, too?
It certainly wasn’t the sort of souvenir I anticipated when my mother and I planned our overnight getaway to this popular riverside hamlet three hours’ drive from Chicago.
Once the steamboat capital of the Old American Northwest, attracting the likes of Abraham Lincoln, Ulysses S. Grant, and Mark Twain, Galena today is beloved for its charming B&Bs, wineries, historic mansions, and antique shops, all centered around a well-preserved Main Street lined with red-brick buildings dating back to the 19th century.
My mother and I took an overnight sojourn to Galena. The intent was to stroll Main Street and do some antiquing—nothing too exciting or risqué. However, upon arriving, we spotted a storefront on Main Street that changed things.
“Let’s do it,” I turned to my mother. She rolled her eyes. I signed us up anyway.
I’m a sucker for ghost stories and was eager to uncover the ghoulish underbelly to a town that, at first blush, seemed too sweet and too charming. There had to be a darker side. There usually is. So instead of enjoying a quiet night nestled in the comfort of our hotel, we joined 10 other intrepid souls for a tour that transformed us into ghost hunters.
That was where my mother and I happened to be spending the night.
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The stories were amusing and scary. But what made the experience unique from other ghost tours I’ve taken was the incorporation of paranormal equipment. Among the goodies: Dowsing rods, EMF detectors, and a ghost voice box. I’d never played around with any of these before, so I was curious—not to mention anxious—about getting my hands on them.
Our first stop was at the old city cemetery overlooking downtown. More than 3,000 souls are buried there, mostly in unmarked graves going back more than 150 years. We were told to keep watch for a cloaked woman with glowing red eyes, an unfriendly spirit who would signal for us to leave.
It was in this eerie setting, in the dark of night, under the glow of the moon, where I got to experiment with dowsing rods for the first time. Historically used to locate water, minerals, and unmarked graves, dowsing rods are also considered a communication device with the spirit world, much like the Ouija board.
With the group circled around me, I held the two L-shaped copper rods in my hand, momentarily second-guessing my eagerness to chat with TBD ghosts, and freaking out, just a little bit, in anticipation.
I swallowed deeply. Gripping the rods tightly, I asked aloud: “Please show me ‘Yes.’” The rod in my left hand slowly, slowly, slowly turned inward. Watching this gave me goosebumps. I leveled the rods so that they both pointed forward again and asked more: “Are you the relative of someone?” “Please point to who you are here with?” “Are you as amused by this as we are?” With each question, the left rod would either swing in (Yes) or away (No). And with each question, my goosebumps grew. I was not moving the rods or willing them in any specific direction; I had no scientific explanation for how it was happening.
I summoned up the courage to ask aloud, “Are you here with a spirit looking over me?” The left rod swung in (Yes). Then I asked, “Can this spirit give me a hug?” That’s when it got exceptionally spooky: Both rods swung outward and lightly tapped me on the shoulders.
Holy. Crap.
I looked at our guide to see if he had some hidden remote control, but his hands were free. Everyone was looking at me, eyes wide. I just got a hug from a ghost.
Holy. Crap.
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Our guide escorted us into the main parlor, which the family opens to the tour. It’s in this room where mediums and ghost hunters have experienced the most paranormal activity. Some say it’s the former mistress of the home, Mrs. Ryan, who died in the room above and whose wake occurred in the parlor. Others report activity from a child, possibly a servant boy who once lived in the home.
Regardless of what you believe, it’s certainly creepy being in the space. Moving about the room, which is richly furnished in antiques, plush upholstery, and mirrors from another era, it’s easy to get spooked. The old house creaks. The mirrors reflect everything. The piano could very well start playing by itself.
In this room, I experimented with an EMF detector, which is a handheld device that lights up when electromagnetic fields are detected. The higher the EMF reading, the stronger the energy—a.k.a. the spirit. All the EMF meters indicated a disturbance near the door leading to the servant’s hall. This is a door that has been known to swing open by itself. Could I have been standing right next to a spirit?
The box spit out a few answers to questions posed by those of us in the room, but the responses weren’t too clear. It was still spooky as hell. I couldn’t help but imagine the spirits of a woman and a little boy chuckling at all of us holding our EMF detectors, eyes on and ears perked to that tiny ghost box.
As her slightly more open-minded and adventurous daughter, I found the experience both fascinating and goosebump-inducing.
So much so, I made sure that we slept with the lights on that night.
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